Original subtitles

1999 was the year the Indian nuclear satellite went out of control.

No one knew where it might land. It soared above the ozone layer like a

bird of prey. The whole world was alarmed.

Only Claire couldn't care less.

At the time, she was living her own nightmare.

The same dream arrived each night.

She was gliding over an unknown land, pleasantly at first, but then the

would turn into falling. The falling into panic, and then she'd wake up.

For sure Love so deep

You saw that guy in the green room, remember?

He's a creep.

You won't wake up.

Stain release drugs.

Fucking dangerous.

What do you want?

Find me Dr. Havine again, sure.

Pietro ancora.

Dovresti essere a letto.

Non dormo più, dottore. Dormire è out.

All of us who knew Claire well loved her for her optimism, her energy, and her

courage. We remembered these things about her just as we like to forget her

capacity for self -destruction.

They were all part of her, and we accepted them.

When Claire had left me, I'd shut myself off completely.

I didn't see anybody and avoided leaving the apartment.

In my solitude, Things happened to me.

I started to pray again, as I had long ago, hesitantly at first, but accepting

the good that it did me.

And out of this peace came the beginning of my first novel.

Claire was its leading character.

It began, For two months, Claire had drifted through the parties, the

drug, the one -night stands, seeking excuses to obliterate herself.

Until she realized that if she was to go on living, she couldn't go on living

like this.

Thank you.

activate the electronic

Summer, this is when she came.

That was what she gave to me.

Never thought I'd travel all alone.

The three of them were free.

Happy hours, lonely years.

Friendly reminder that you're over the speed limit.

Laugh.

can burn from the sun and nothing

can light the dark of the night

Like a falling star, then the kisses winded in.

Like the snows, they fade away.

Leaving me to spend my lonely nights with rain of yesterday.

Waiting for the fire of love, the fire of love.

The satellite emergency created traffic jams, wherever people fled areas of

possible impact, like the South of France.

Only Claire, impatient as ever, fled the traffic jam and chose to thrust herself

into the unknown.

In doing so, she changed the direction of her life, of all our lives.

Begin to believe in destiny.

When my surroundings end up with me.

I'm just a grain of sand walking in a...

the map so

Can I keep you next to me?

Claire felt strangely light.

She knew she'd been meant to die here, on the high plateau of the Lazare.

It was a miracle she was alive.

The angels had somehow made a mistake in their accounting and had left her with

a precious gift.

She'd been given a whole new life which she could use this time to be a better

person.

She could be of service.

All she needed was an opportunity.

A mission.

Désolé, j 'étais idiot.

Désolé.

Elle peut encore rouler, votre voiture ? Les gens vous

mettent toujours des étiquettes. Tu dis rock 'n 'roll et on te demande quel

genre.

On fait juste du rock 'n 'roll. Moi, je suis batteur.

Vous l 'avez déjà entendu jouer ?

It's been 15 years since I cut your head.

It's the same with Raymond.

As soon as he says he's Buddhist, it drives them crazy.

He can't stand it.

There's no harm in being Buddhist.

In your job, too.

What do you do? Your job.

In the beginning's dream, all the disorders,

where we're left to encircle dawn,

we're going to wake up.

facing the

Don't touch that!

Who is it?

Me.

Your bag is heavy.

Just with that, I'm rich.

Can I buy you a coffee?

Did you look carefully?

It's 50 ,000.

What I'm telling you is the price of a cappuccino.

And with that, you can buy half a cow in Ethiopia.

Did you go?

Yes.

Where did you go again?

A bit everywhere.

I've never been anywhere.

Anyway, I don't want to go anywhere.

Not if.

In America.

How many are in there?

Count. I'll leave it there.

Sleep on it.

Claire's head was spinning.

Was it a trap?

Or exactly the opportunity she was looking for?

She spent another sleepless night keeping her nightmares at bay.

If you want to change your life, I don't care.

Don't bother.

If the address isn't good, we'll find you.

Don't try to fool us.

We don't know who'll get the money.

If it's not for me, if you want to see me again, take a little mousse.

Well, listen to some music.

Yeah, we never know.

That's the music I play.

It's just a model.

Thank you, I'm going.

It's nothing.

Don't worry.

Come and see my kiss.

Claire thought about her future as she drove down from the high plateau towards

Saint -Étienne.

Her share of the money could buy her an apartment on the Seine, a quiet life, a

view of the Eiffel Tower.

But did she really want all this?

She didn't give up.

Make sure it's after dark, okay?

Okay.

Always on time.

You okay?

My eyes. Can you hold on one second?

Can I help you?

Hold on, hold on a second, Gunther.

Yeah, it's my eyes.

I can't see anything.

Well, it's better already.

You have sad eyes.

I'm not a sad man, though.

Gunther.

I'm gonna go now, okay?

Um,

I'll see you tomorrow.

Give my love to Anton and Irina.

Okay, bye -bye.

If you would like

to leave a message on our nuance machine, please feel free to do so after

You idiot.

You didn't want to have a conversation with yourself?

Thanks for the help.

Hello Makiko, how are you?

Is Jean with you?

You know that apartment across from you.

Did they sell it?

It's still there.

Claire, are you okay?

Please come back.

I'm so sorry.

Oh, my Kiko.

Excuse me.

Where'd he go?

Who? The bloke who was on the phone.

The what?

The guy who was here just a minute ago. You didn't see him.

No worries mate.

Makiko, I've got to go. I'll call you tomorrow.

Me again. Hi.

Would you give me a lift?

I don't think that's a very good idea.

Oh.

There's a guy looking for you.

Yeah, I know.

He's got a gun.

I know.

Oh.

Could you go? He's coming.

Please.

What's he after?

He wants to kill me. What for?

I borrowed some money I can't pay back.

From him?

No, not from him. From some tough guys.

It's incredible.

I just seem to attract criminals.

Hey, I'm not a criminal.

I might not even be attracted to you.

Sure.

You're just a regular guy with a wife and a kid.

That's right.

This must be the beginning of a new trend.

I haven't met anyone with a straight job for weeks.

Where have you been?

Everywhere.

And back.

You tired?

Me?

Never. Hey, I could drive.

Really, it'd be a pleasure.

Show me your wife and kid.

Go on.

You must have a picture.

Okay.

You can drive.

He's got your eyes.

Sorry. You okay?

It went with the windshield.

That must have been some crack.

What the hell is going on?

You've got to help me.

Yeah, I'd love to, but how can I explain it? What? The car, the damage.

That's not it.

Well, what is it then? The bag?

What should I do?

I don't know. Just talk to them. Keep them away.

I'll try.

Hey there, fellas. How's it going?

Do you speak any English?

Yes, a little.

American. You want an accident?

Have a

nice trip.

Okay, thank you.

We're on our honeymoon.

So, who am I married to?

To a pusher or a bank robber?

Pick your pick.

Would you mind if I put on some music?

No, go ahead.

That is beautiful.

Who are they?

They're pygmy children.

Pygmy? Yeah.

It's the truth.

They're a young pygmy from Cameroon.

I've been listening to that for weeks.

I've never heard anything like it.

My mother recorded that.

In Cameroon?

Yeah.

What do you do?

Everything. Nothing.

If I slam a finger, you'll ask me what I've done.

Nothing.

I destroyed all the tapes. I broke up with my boyfriend.

He fucked my best friend.

I went to Italy.

And now, I'm on my way back to Paris.

Back to square one.

So long.

Good luck.

That's what I need.

And you? What do you do?

I travel.

And... I see.

Good evening.

How long did I sleep?

Um, 500 kilometers.

I haven't slept so long in weeks.

I dreamed I was pregnant.

I was stumbling around with...

I felt very

light.

What did it mean?

I don't know.

Maybe you want to get pregnant.

is as far as I go.

If you're staying in Paris... No, I'm not.

I'm Claire.

Oh. Claire Tourneur.

I'm Trevor McPhee.

Vous avez sauvé ma vie.

Good luck with your life, Trevor.

I hope you learned to sleep.

Merci.

No, you don't put it in.

Oh, it's you, Claire.

You're filming now?

Home is where you go when you run out of places.

So Claire came back to the apartment that she'd shared with me.

Whether she'd returned for an hour or a day didn't matter to me.

I just thank God that she was back, safe and sound.

Oh, it's you.

I crashed her over.

No, I'm fine.

I'm sorry.

No, Claire, I'm sorry.

I haven't seen her since then.

Oh, I know, Gene.

I know.

Actually, I haven't seen anybody since you left.

I was just worried about you.

Different. I tried to paint you out.

Didn't work.

I couldn't stop thinking about you.

I never loved anyone like I love you.

You believe that?

Where did you go?

I went to Venice.

I did with Luca.

I went to a lot of parties.

I cried a lot.

I forgot

how nice it smelled.

You seem so different.

Unreached now.

Did you read about bank robbery at Nice?

No. The guys who did it crashed into your car.

I had to drive them to the next town.

Then they told me they dropped the bank and asked me to take the money up to

Paris.

We call the police.

No, I don't want to.

30 % of this is mine.

Come on, Claire.

They robbed a bank.

They're not going to have any problems about robbing it back from you.

They're not like you think.

Actually, they're nice guys.

No, really.

One of them is a very good drummer.

But they were desperate.

So I thought, why not?

I could buy that apartment opposite Mexico.

Why do you need to buy an apartment?

I just want my own place.

That's all.

It's all different currencies.

I thought you'd help me work out what it's worth so I know how much is mine.

And I might give you a kiss.

Oh, no.

What is it?

My hitchhiker robbed me.

Your hitchhiker?

Well, he left an IOU.

But he was a really nice guy.

Seems to know a lot of really nice guys.

I trusted him.

Sure, and then he robbed you.

Come on, you can't be upset about having stolen money stolen.

seven at point five five two

and just a minute let me i'll just put this with the subtitle here

That's a good song title.

Ah, it's too corny.

Depends.

Be here.

Pick me up.

Stupid. You couldn't sell it, so you put the price up.

But it's very reasonable in this current situation.

I can show you other properties.

This is the only one I want.

I like your view.

I like it, too.

It wasn't meant to happen.

You were singing, so we went to the movies.

I'm not angry with you, Makiko.

Come on, you're my friend.

But I have done something terrible.

I must make it right.

Don't be stupid.

This is 1999.

I can get the apartment.

She will never find anyone to buy it at that price.

I'll get her to knock it down.

Don't get angry.

About having stolen money stolen.

What?

Nothing.

I'd get the painter to put pressure on her, too.

I can go to my bank manager. We have a special relationship.

He's going crazy because no one is borrowing money anymore.

Interest rates are too high.

He would give you a special rate of 19%.

Where? Where are you going?

Okay,

just watch the house until I get to Berlin.

M -A -N -G -E -R, Strasse. 26, 26.

Manga, trust it.

Okay?

Well, then follow him.

No, it's none of your business.

Winter is the name, missing people is the game. Can I find someone for you?

No.

Maybe. I don't know.

It's much less expensive than you think.

I'll think about it.

I'm going to Delhi.

Tonight?

A friend is in trouble.

You don't have any friends in Berlin.

Well, friends can travel.

I'll go with you.

No, Jean, you can't.

I was worried right away.

I knew Claire felt destructive.

I knew if there was danger, she would throw herself right into it. If there

a chance to get hurt, she would grab it.

What was she letting herself in for?

Claire never doubted she would find the man named Trevor in Berlin.

Any sane person like myself would have told her that she was chasing a

projection of her own imagination.

But Claire never listened much to that sort of reasonable thinking.

She was impulsive and stubborn, and she was in love with the idea of being in

love.

So the only thing she worried about was not if she could find Trevor McPhee, but

only what she would do when she'd finally found him.

Berlin was a big city now. Ten million people lived in the area.

You couldn't even take a taxi anymore.

So, you had to pedal.

Once you're from now, they will help you on a boosted step.

So, this day is a great day in history.

And your family is very proud to be with you on this day

when you see our faces.

I know I'm talking too much. Anton, it's Edith. This is for Henry.

I'm coming to her.

Hello.

Dear Edith.

Guten Tag. Guten Tag.

Thanks for the music, but you still owe the bank.

I thought I deserved my share.

We'll sort it out later.

Show me.

What

hotel

are you in?

The Adelaide.

Can you wait? I'll meet you there. We'll have dinner.

It's a promise.

I'm not going to tell her. I'm going to have to...

Look at them.

We're on the eve of destruction and all I give a damn about is laughing,

drinking, carousing.

Don't they realize that this satellite business could mean the end of the world

as we know it?

If it was the end of the world, why shouldn't we go down laughing?

I could fall in love with you right now.

Don't.

And I'll love you in my dreams.

I will remember you too.

One day, I will no longer be alive.

And when that day comes, remember me as I am now.

Of

course,

Trevor McPhee did not show up.

Claire could have come back to Paris, but she had a mission now, to find and

protect Trevor.

And she did have one lead.

He's a big one.

$85 ,000.

He's wanted?

At an opal mining syndicate in Australia, offering a very tasty finery

captors. What did he do?

Apparently, he stole some opal.

He stole from me, too.

How much?

I'd rather not disclose that.

I just want to find him.

Well, normally I charge four and a half thousand to retrieve it for you. But

seeing as I'm going to collect a big reward from these people here, and

assuming you're free to assist me, I'll get your money back for three grand.

Maybe you're after the man, not the money.

Doesn't matter. It's out later.

What I'm really worried about is there's a hitman chasing him.

Then we better get him fast.

And first.

Fast and first, my little name.

Tricky travel, trying to live in particles, see?

Want your money back?

Come, sweetie.

Get your hat.

We're on the next flight behind you.

You're playing a thing.

Not many.

Either way, you win.

You are a poet, Mr.

Winter. And you know it.

Here.

Can I have an aspirin? I have a splitting headache.

Yes, sure.

She'd always imagined a detective would be some sort of a tough guy, a Sam Spade

or a Philip Marlowe.

But the truth was, Philip Winter was a bleeding heart whose professional

specialty was locating missing children.

What exactly is your relationship?

Lover?

I'm sorry to disappoint you.

I will know him about as well as I know you.

I'm not disappointed.

Au contraire.

I said no.

No is no.

No, no.

Listen. Look.

I've got him.

His credit card company was offline for eight hours, but now he got in.

He's at the Alhambra Hotel.

So, what do we do?

Gently, gently.

Catch him.

Winter was inexperienced.

He thought the cat was in the bag.

The chase was over. He felt fat and prosperous.

So he was happy to allow his clients a private interview with his quarry.

I'm not the one who robs banks.

You know, you are. First you stole from me, and then you stood me up.

You just happened to wander in here today to find me?

That's three countries in three days, baby. Oh, don't call me baby.

You just happened to be having your car fixed in the south of France? You just

happened to wander into my uncle's house in Berlin?

I was trying to save your life. You just happened to be having breakfast in

Lisbon? That's quite a coincidence.

What agency are you with?

I don't need to chase you.

The detective outside was chasing you. And anyway, it's no big deal finding

Every time you use your credit cards, they'll start ringing.

What's so funny?

I don't really like you.

That's why I'm having so much trouble getting it through my skull that you're

agent. If I was really an agent, I wouldn't need to hire a bounty hunter to

you.

A bounty hunter?

Yes.

The guys you stole the opal from.

Put out a reward in him.

Would this bounty hunter of yours be willing to let us go for a little walk?

With money, Mr. McPhee, all things are possible.

How about this?

Would this do it?

Why are people chasing you?

Because they want to know where I'm going.

What did you say?

I told her, it's a way you get married in your country.

I mean no.

Get out.

You work for me.

Get out! You're a smart guy.

This guy's in Australia. He'll pay me $85 ,000.

Plus, you owe me $3 ,000, okay? Fuck you!

I knew this would get me in trouble.

Put it down on the chair.

I hate guns.

Put it down.

Now come over here.

Slowly, by the foot of the bed.

Unlock me.

making things too dangerous for me.

Trevor, wait.

We're just paying off.

I have money.

Put that back.

You can find these in the garbage downstairs where they belong.

Trevor!

You bastard.

You just lost me 85 ,000 bucks.

cover my expenses.

Turn around.

What Claire felt, she knew she could never justify or explain to anyone.

What she had was like a crush, sort of nagging pain she thought she'd abandoned

when she was 16.

She was determined to follow her mission through, no matter where it led her.

What was the alternative?

A return to her old self?

She hated the very idea.

No worries, mate. I'll take it up meself. What floor am I at?

This floor there. You can take the elevator.

You're still here?

You can't live without me.

You can't live without me.

You hire me, you fire me. You abuse me and confuse me.

You cost me a year's rent. How can I afford to take you with me?

I thought I was working with you. That's why I took my money.

It's all your fault. I can't lend you the plane fare to Paris, but I can offer

you Moscow.

You sit in the bar at the Ukrainer.

I catch him, and I take you out to dinner.

Deal?

Hi, Gene.

Hello, Claire.

Guess what? I need money.

$5 ,000.

Can you wire it to the Hotel Ukraina in Moscow?

Slow down, Claire.

I don't have much time, Gene. My car is running out.

Guess who's here?

Hey, Chico.

Hello, Claire.

Claire,

where are you?

I'm in the plane to Moscow.

O -L -I -V -I... I've forgotten it.

R... The name is Dr.

Nora Olivera.

I am not sharing your room. You expect me to pay for two rooms? I expect you to

pay for mine.

There's no need to argue, strangers.

Gene!

There are no rooms available.

Take a look around. There's nothing left. The convention's taken them all.

Winter.

There's not a single room left in all of Moscow.

Winter is my name. What's your game?

What?

He's a detective.

I have a couch.

That's all we can offer.

Over there, 1 ,500 rubles a night.

1 ,500 rubles a night?

Take it or leave it.

We'll take it.

It's my fishing program.

It's keyed to our man's passport and credit card.

The minute he rents a car, he crosses the border.

Most impressive, Mr. Winter. But wouldn't you say he's crossing another

borders tonight?

The Eastern Bloc.

Nothing but talk. It's a malfunction.

They have these advanced Vietnamese chips now.

What are you going to do about it?

Have to find a local guy tomorrow.

Who is this Trevor McPhee character?

Tall, handsome stranger from Australia with an American accent.

What has he done?

Better ask the client.

That's exactly what I'm going to do.

Thank you for your cooperation.

you don't sleep.

I still love you, but it's a different sort of love.

That's all.

It's like a ladder.

I'm like a ladder?

Like a ladder with a broken step.

And every time I see you, I know I lost my life when the step broke.

Well, I'm sorry.

And I forgive you, but I can't touch you again.

I can understand you and see how you are made and feel affection for you, but...

As far as you're concerned, it's over.

You're a hitchhiker.

This man who stole your money.

Do you have an affair with him?

Do you love him?

I get over it.

So this is the place, huh?

Right.

Your Eastern Bloc program is out of date.

You try and save money, it only costs you money.

Good. I'll give you a good price on the update.

Traven McPhee.

Is that what you said?

This is Trevor McPhee. He chased your man.

He'll get no reward.

This guy is traveling with Trevor McPhee's ID.

Who is he, then?

May I?

I'm the bear. The bounty bear.

I find them here. I find them there. I can find them anywhere.

The bear.

Advanced bounty bank programming.

Searching.

I'm searching.

I'm searching.

Give me a minute.

I am identifying.

I've got him.

Is your guy.

That's him.

Finder's fee, $500 ,000.

Vietnamese chips.

Too bad you can't afford it.

How do we know that price belongs to that face?

You have to trust me.

Is that so hot?

What do you want to do?

I just want my money back.

How much would it cost to set me up with one of these hard and soft?

No,

no, no.

Marry her. Slap her around, but don't go chasing after this guy.

He's not going to fuck you. She wants to fuck him.

I think you quite understand the nature of our relationship.

Besides, you're out of your depth.

You buy a computer from this icicle, you think you're a detective?

When you get back from Moscow, you'll be broke.

They will have repossessed your car. Your electricity will have been turned

Your computers will be down. Your garbage won't be picked up anymore. Mr.

admitted. You'd love it, but you can't afford it.

It would be effective if you need a detective to make one of these work for

You better ask yourself what you're going to do with the tiger.

Itch him.

Wait a minute, Mr. Winter.

I want my opal back.

Just my expenses.

Five grand.

Sometimes Claire must have thought that she had invented that face, invented

Trevor McPhee, and that she'd projected onto him the person she thought she

could become.

But when she considered this, she panicked and just worked harder,

stay in Moscow from one day to two, from two to three, always finding one more

hotel and one more concierge.

When?

About bloody time, sir. I already paid for the carpet.

Have a nice dinner somewhere before.

Anyway, what are you going to do with all that money?

Well, we could start with a drink.

With winter gone, I was now Claire's guardian angel.

No, I was fooling myself.

I just wanted her back.

So I was kind to her, waited for her to exhaust her crush, pretended to help her

find the only man on earth.

I didn't want her to find.

Unfortunately, my bounty bear found him in no time.

But I was at least able to prove that my competitor had a bad character.

His name was Sam Farber, not Trevor and Fee.

He was wanted for industrial espionage by the U .S. government.

I have seen you somewhere before.

In the south of France.

You're Sam Farber's girlfriend, aren't you? You mean... Trevor?

McPhee. That's him, too.

You tell him that he is in breach of his service agreement with the Sunset

Lab at Palo Alto.

The camera was developed in their time with government funds. He's a scientist?

He robbed me, he betrayed me, he took all my money, and I'm not his

But you're going to tell me where he is, right?

If I knew where he was, I wouldn't be here with you.

I would be with him.

I would be making love with him.

Why did I say that?

I've given you pentathene phosphate.

It's a truth drug.

That's okay.

I've given you five sleeping pills myself.

Oh, you bitch.

Is he really a criminal?

Waiter.

Coffee. So what? I'm a criminal too. I was involved in the bank robbery at Miss

Airport. They got criminal. But Chico is still okay.

What I'm really worried about...

is that the cops will get Jean Tedris. He's innocent, and I am really blown.

Look, cut the bullshit.

Don't go to sleep.

I want to know what Trevor did.

I told you already.

It never worked that well for me.

I didn't think they had spies anymore.

I mean, we are here in Moscow in 1999.

Actually, I'm not a tourist, I'm a burglar.

I've stolen these things to protect a man who has stolen my money.

I had it.

Other guys who had stolen it from the people who had stolen it from a bank.

Are you following me?

be together again.

You know, our baby can't be born now.

That's even sadder than we are. It's like a river that will never run off.

A whole day that will never happen.

Why do you keep being so good? Why are

you so sweet and kind? Are you doing it to punish me?

I'm searching.

Give me a minute.

I got him.

He's getting on the train to Siberian.

Stand for a ramp up the heat for the train to Beijing leaving Moscow tonight

2310.

The accounting is getting very complicated.

I say goodbye now.

Anyway, it would be really painful face to face for me too.

I still love you, broken ladder.

Excuse me.

Excuse me.

Excuse me.

Excuse me.

I am

the

adversary I am the

adversary

I don't want to go.

Can I do that?

Between the thought and the end.

Can I do

that?

uh run

to me

There was not another train for three days.

Claire, of course, couldn't wait.

Within ten minutes, she was on the back of a motorcycle traveling southeast

towards Beijing.

If she'd gone northwest, she could have found Trevor.

It's unbelievable, Mom, how Sam found me here in Siberia, of all places.

I wish you didn't have to see me in such an ugly place.

But I'm afraid this is what the world looks like.

I wish Sam could have found me at home in Lisbon with the kids.

Instead, Claire recorded some of her journey through China for me.

Four days later, she spent a fortune video faxing the tape to me in Paris.

I don't know what to say.

Chanting.

What's your name?

So you reached a dead end, is that right?

I've lost his trace.

What if you're looking for him in Beijing? I'm not surprised.

Then where should I look?

Can't you never give up, do you?

What if you just come home and forget all about it?

Look at me, Jean.

I'm Claire. What do you expect?

Do you remember the children's theater?

It's in Tokyo.

Yeah. I'll meet you there on Tuesday evening, all right?

The world news network brings you this update.

The protest against an American plan to shoot down the stray nuclear satellite

escalated last night with the assassination of the U .S. ambassador to

United Nations in Berlin.

The last terrifying minutes of the ambassador's life have been captured on

videotape recorded by the assassin himself.

If the United States shoots down the satellite...

will cause a chain reaction.

The whole world could explode.

Where is he?

Yeah, how about, um... It's nice to see you.

I like your suit.

I hate your suit.

But it is nice to see you.

Remember the first time we came to Tokyo?

It was the summer of 94.

Our first summer.

Rained all the time.

We saw the Rolling Stones' last concert.

Yeah, but of course it wasn't the last concert, was it?

I think he's saying the seventh floor. Can you write it,

please?

Over there.

Over there.

Over there.

Hey,

baby!

Are you still playing detective, or are you just a bellboy?

Where's Claire?

Oh, I saw some guy chasing her, but that's nothing new.

You taking a piss again?

Better to be pissed off than pissed on.

Your friend, Grasykova, sold us out to the highest bidder.

CIA, KGB, Yakuza bounty hunters. Who knows who's in on this deal?

This is where computer programming ends and real detective work begins.

Look, we don't have much time.

We? Are you implying you want to hire me?

Hire you?

Certainly not.

Sayonara.

Some things we plan.

We fit and we invent and we plot and cook up. All of the works of

the poetry.

And it was this genius hand that pushed me up the hotel stairs to say my last

goodbye to a hair white as snow.

And have pale blue eyes.

Saying, I gotta go.

I gotta go.

Do you know who I am?

In this town of men with big mouths and no guts.

Weren't you the angel in Lisbon?

I am the angel in the game.

Would you take me out of here?

Please.

I love you till the end of the world.

With your eyes black and cold and your long hair.

I need my bags.

What for?

Claire, I don't like this.

I don't like this at all.

You know you'd be better off with me.

You don't know him.

Do you?

He needs me now.

Then he did, too.

Where are we going?

I don't know.

All Claire knew was that she had finally found her mission.

The man she loved was almost blind and needed her.

Early one morning in November of 1999, I'd lost Claire's trace.

I'd been walking around Tokyo for hours until daybreak, telling myself that if

Claire had left my life, perhaps permanently, I had no right to keep

her.

Then I realized that I myself had been followed.

Come on, don't give up.

You'll find her.

Where?

Want some tea?

Look, I couldn't afford to pay you even if I wanted to. I'm sorry.

You can drive a car.

You don't need to pay.

Where would we be driving a car?

Where the opals come from.

Where's that?

Coober Pedy, South Australia.

95 % of the world's opal comes from there.

That's a lot of work.

I wonder who the lover is.

Claire and Trevor had arrived in the mountain town of Hakone and had found a

traditional inn, a ryokan.

They slept the whole night and through the next day as well.

They had no way of knowing that by chance they had come to the right place.

The owner of the ryokan was Mr. Mori, a man with a great passion for his herb

garden.

Hyakusou -dana.

I will explain.

Every night at one.

I understand.

Thank you so much.

Herbs weren't the only gift Mr. Morey gave them.

He showed Claire his universe of mountains, trees, and flowers.

Once he told her, I have learned one thing.

The eye does not see the same as the heart.

For the first time in her life, Claire was fulfilled.

She was finally being of service.

I already know a lot about you I

know about the camera

I

know you

stole it

My real name is Samuel Farber.

I'm the son of Dr. Henry Farber.

That camera... was invented by him.

The U .S. government wanted it.

But he didn't.

Trust the uses they'd put it to.

They're trying to steal it from us.

That camera takes pictures that

blind people can see.

My... My mother is blind.

What I'm doing is... collecting images...

for her to see.

All I want is for my mother to see.

And for my father to know that I love him.

You could have told me that before.

I love you.

I love you.

Have you ever been to San Francisco?

That's where we're going? Yes, I have to record my sister, Elsa. I've been there

a few times.

I'll take you to my favorite bar, Tosca.

They serve brandy with hot chocolate.

That sounds dangerous.

Not as dangerous as what you've been through. What we've been through.

Are the indicators green yet?

Yes, the indicators are green. But they keep going red.

Just let your eye movements follow the computer.

The indicator grids will turn green.

Start again.

And your mother could actually see what I see, Trevor?

Sam.

The camera records what you see, but it also records how your

brain reacts in response to what your eyes see.

It records the biochemical event of seeing.

The more you concentrate, the more clearly the computer can read and

your experience of seeing.

This hurts like hell.

My eyes are on fire already.

No wonder.

Red. Thank you. You like the red one? I don't believe you. You both agree?

The windshield wipers work?

The windshield wipers, everything.

Do you work, buddy?

Huh? All right, come on. Somebody just show me some plastic and we all go home,

huh? No, no, no, no, no, no. There's not going to be any plastic. We got cash.

Hey, don't be an asshole, okay? Don't call him an asshole.

I'll call him anything I want, ma 'am. No, no, you won't. We want this car and

we want to pay cash.

No one wants cash. Who wants cash? Bernie doesn't want cash.

Well, I want to pay cash.

Hey, you give me cash, you put me in jeopardy. Oh, no. No, you risk my life.

give me cash, somebody puts a knife in my back. They cut me open, they leave me

bleeding. I think you are exaggerating. Oh, you think I am exaggerating, yeah?

We can't come over to your place.

You might still be under surveillance, and I can't take the risk.

I can't tell you how fed up I am with all those secrets and science and us

against the world.

I haven't been harassed for three years.

I don't want it to start again.

You have to do it for Mom, just this one last time. You'll be the last one to

record. If you don't do it, she'll never see you. Look, I'll find a safe place.

I'll call you back. Is this number safe?

But is that true? In fact... Many experts predict that such an explosion

set off a chain reaction among the defensive satellites already deployed.

Just watch for the flash in the sky.

This is Jim Haygood, live from the U .N.

So you also know you're going to lend me some money.

But my pussy, she tells me much more incredible things than that.

Chico, I don't have a penny left.

I'm really in the shit.

If I understand correctly, it's not my body that you want, it's my money.

Huh? What's it written there?

Sponsor?

Come on, give me the address.

Miss Belmutter.

He's coming here.

This is terrible. I feel so bad.

Why?

He wants to be my sponsor.

His fortune teller told him I would be the one to lead him to be top of the

Top of the box.

This is not funny.

We don't have enough money to buy a hamburger.

What are you doing?

Get the fuck out of my face, okay?

Get the fuck out of my face, okay?

You want to tell me about it? I've got nothing. I'm not from here.

You've got something. I want it. Don't move.

Waves of regret and waves of joy.

I reached out for the one I tried to destroy.

Let's go. Quick.

Sam remembered Toskett, the bar Claire had mentioned, which served brandy and

hot chocolate.

The story goes he lived on these drinks for three days and three nights, waiting

for Claire.

He still carried the bag that she'd used to transport stolen money from the

south of France to Paris.

It still had the tracer attached to it.

Chico had no trouble finding him.

He has got his work.

He comes easy.

They each come around when the other is gone.

Me, I think I got stuck somewhere in between.

Say this.

I always wanted to come to America.

Majestic, wonderful, fantastic people.

Plastic America.

How did you find us?

I bought a car, and I just tried all the parts.

Oh,

no, no, no.

no use.

I'm so mad at you guys.

I thought you were dead.

I was finally getting used to it.

It's so weird that this is finally happening now.

I used to have a dream where Henry would give you back your side just like he

always did. And then you'd see my face and...

There'd be something wrong with it, and you'd say, no, but this is not my

daughter.

I'd say, but I am.

I am.

I'm so happy that you'll see me.

I wish I looked better for you.

Five years ago, I was still good looking.

That's incredible.

Look at my face.

My mother will see my face.

Heidi?

Come here.

This is Heidi.

I'm fine.

You ran away before she was born.

She has your mouth, mother.

Hey,

what's your name? Luther.

You know how to drive, Luther? Yeah, I know how to drive. You do?

Yeah. Here's the key.

What? Yeah, it's a normal automatic.

I see that.

This is your day.

This is my car.

Works?

Well, thank you.

Watch this, you beautiful man.

Thank you.

Hi.

You know how to drive this thing?

He knows how to drive this thing.

Man, it gave me a cough.

Have fun, Luka!

I'll do my best. I hope it got gas in it.

Chico's money got them out of America unnoticed, onto a Korean freighter

for Sydney.

The journey took three weeks.

It was a quiet trip, a sort of a honeymoon.

Claire still had no idea where they were going.

Sam wouldn't tell her.

For Chico, the trip was a little too quiet.

So he called a friend.

Tell me. I'm on a Korean boat that goes San Francisco to Sydney.

You couldn't have made it easier, could you?

The crossing is long. I get a little bored sometimes.

So, what are you doing?

I'm playing cards with the sailors.

Yeah. Did you win?

They're really strong, you know.

I haven't always won.

Well, it'll be on your part.

There's no problem.

No, no, there's no problem. I'm not playing. I'm at the hospital.

Oh, Raymond.

Why did you come? Why do you know? Why do you call me first? To tell me what?

Si c 'est pour me parler de conneries comme ça, c 'est pas la peine. Je

raccroche.

Écoute, Raymond.

Comme t 'aimes.

Maintenant, j 'ai un petit vélo. Un petit vélo à moteur. Oui, vous savez, ça

'appelle un Solex.

Oh, ça va pas bien, mais il y a une chose qui est sûre, c 'est qu 'on attend

curipées.

Hé, hé, on s 'en fout.

On s 'en fout.

Hells no!

It's not the injectors. It's not the plug.

I think it's got to be fuel pump.

Yeah, it's got to be the fuel pump.

Have you got a... 716?

That's him.

So it's all yours if you still want it. But you must let me know by Friday.

Friday.

Makiko, it all seems like a long time ago.

So much has changed.

I'm in Australia now. Look.

No, I don't even know if I'm coming back.

But no matter where I go, I'll always keep you in my heart.

I'm searching.

I'm searching.

I'm searching.

Give me a minute.

I got her. Claire Tourneur is making a credit card call from a public phone. I

can't believe it.

Mine too?

She's right here in Coober Pedy.

She just made a phone call.

No.

Winter, you really are a genius.

I ain't got a nose and I know where it goes.

So what did your nurse tell you? Where do we go?

How do we find Claire?

In the one hot town.

Just drive around, you're bound to find her.

Bugger. Full of dirt.

With the UN in complete disarray, the U .S. has presently sued... The roads

satellite out of the sky.

International reaction has been horrified at the unforeseeable

such an act.

Dave, it's futile.

The veins are chipped.

I'm gonna go see Adam. Maybe he's got another problem.

Okay.

Life, life, dance with red to a pony. I see you in my mind's eye, stranglin' on

your tongue.

What good is knowin' such devotion?

I've been around, I know what makes things run.

What good is seein' our chocolate?

What good's a computer I've noticed?

And what good is cancer and everyone? No good.

No good at all.

What good is rain that falls up?

What good's a disease that won't hurt you? Why no good, I guess.

No good at all.

What good is these thoughts that I'm thinking?

It must be better not to be thinking at all.

Styrofoam lover with emotions of concrete. No, not much.

Not much at all.

What good...

Remember?

Not

much

at all.

Hey Peter, what's good? What's good?

What's good?

What's good?

Not much at all. What's good?

What's good?

What's good?

What's good?

What's good?

But not very.

And what is your name?

His real name is Farber.

Sam Farber.

Probably.

I

wanted

to put an end to the myth of Trevor McPhee.

As a direct consequence, bells started ringing all over the place.

As far away as Moscow.

And as close as the local motel.

Well,

who's that?

This guy, Bert, had been competent enough to be hired by some opal miners

track down Trevor McPhee. But he was way over his head when he tried to cash in.

Search for Sam Farber.

Let's have another yarn.

Creating a disturbance in a public place. That's so strange.

That's no reason to put them in jail.

It's a famous writer using Fitzpatrick. French writer.

Doesn't concern me.

Of course I've seen the camera. I've even operated it myself.

I've done some recording in San Francisco.

Ah, so where is it now?

So where is it now? Where is it now?

Bonne question.

His main tool was a truth drug.

He just loved the truth. He sought it all the time. Où est la caméra?

No, no, no.

English.

Speak English.

Elle est là, dans le sac, juste en face de toi. Cut it out.

Where is Sam Farber now?

At least one of us is where we deserve to be.

You are so wrong.

If you were any more wrong, you'd have ears growing out of your armpits.

I am neither a spy nor a jewel thief.

What are you then?

followed me all the way around the world and you don't know who I am.

Psycho, I really don't know what I would do without you. It's true, you're a

funny guardian angel for me. Yet, the first time I saw you, I thought, this

is a real bastard. We have an accident in the car, all he has to do is piss.

You don't look like you're sick, you drug.

I can't stop talking. You stay a little bit, you'll do it for me.

Sam would want me to take care of this bag.

Go on the right.

No problem, you can see.

Claire? Claire?

Are you okay?

Did he hurt you?

The bag.

Did you hide the bag?

David took it.

No problem. She's okay. She took some sleeping pills.

What did you do to your leg?

Sam, can you hear me?

It's you.

Broken ladder.

Hey, Sam.

Just tell me where you're going.

I want to be there.

No.

No, je ne peux pas.

Je suis désolé, Chico, je ne peux pas.

Do you love him?

I do.

Well, I hope he loves you.

Where's your bag?

My bag?

It's traveling separately.

Au revoir.

Thanks, mate.

Thanks,

mate.

I got that on my dresser. Let's go.

Very good, chicken.

Come on.

Let's get going.

Me?

I've said goodbye.

In a couple of hours, you'll meet my mother and my father.

Speak French with my mother.

They shut down the satellite.

My computer's wiped.

Mine, too.

All electromagnetic circuits get wiped by a nuclear blast.

Computer memories, too.

It's a nymph effect.

It's the end of the world.

Bastards.

Two years of my life just... What?

Oh, who cares about your work?

What do you think is going to happen to Goethe? Think about that.

Goethe.

Gone forever.

Yes, what the fuck would you know about Goethe? What do you know about me?

You think I'm just a pigeon in a hole?

C 'est la fin du monde.

No?

Tighten your seatbelt, we have to go down.

dagger.

The country they moved through had already been abandoned years ago in the

terrible droughts of the mid -90s.

There was no one around to confirm or deny their fears, but all phenomena, the

stopped watches, the failure of the plane's engine and all of its electrical

circuits, were consistent with only one thing, a nuclear blast.

They kept on moving with one destination.

Home. Sustained by the belief that it was still there.

That Sam's mother and father were still alive.

Mother, are you waiting? Mother, are you

pacing?

I'm coming home.

I take my rest in my Sunday bed.

Mother, are you anxious?

Mother, are you gracious? I'm coming home.

The appearance of a hand -cranked diesel vehicle did not contradict the evidence

of a nuclear blast.

But at least they knew they were not the only people left on Earth.

In fact, it was the hand -cranked engine that saved the day.

How are you, Sam?

Thank

God

you're alive.

Let's have a meeting first, won't we, sir?

OK. All right, Sam, we've got to get moving, mate.

Copy radioactive any time.

Has there been any kind of a reading taken? Nothing, mate. All's been asked,

nothing electric works.

If we didn't have this hand -cracker, we'd be going nowhere.

It's a bloody dangerous time, mate.

What's he singing?

He's singing the country.

The country is like their Bible.

Like that tree is Jonah.

That rock is the whale.

Everything is part of a story.

custodian of this stretch of the country, of this part of the story.

If he doesn't keep it alive, by telling it,

it'll die.

So will he.

It was just then, as we ran before the fatal wind that might bring about the

actual end of the world, that I realized that the loss of my novel had freed me.

Freed me to write it anew, not dwelling on the past as I had done, but looking

out into the future.

So I started all over again and wrote down the new beginning.

1999.

was the year the Indian nuclear satellite went out of control.

No one knew where it might land.

It soared above the ozone layer.

There's a car coming.

Maybe.

What happened to your lad? Nothing, mother.

I want you to meet Claire.

Claire Tourneur.

My mother.

David Bachana.

This is her sister, Maisie Bachana.

What are you two doing out here? You shouldn't be here.

That's what I've been telling her for the past three days.

But she had an intuition.

You know my intuition.

It's gonna be safer up the road at the centre. Come on!

It's good to be home.

Good

luck to

you, mate.

They're really friendly mob, eh?

You were right, Edith.

Any readings yet?

No, not yet.

How far away were you? 250 miles.

You're clean.

Great.

Mother?

You wouldn't want to see the radiation cases I've been reading up on. But it

looks like it can be nightmares.

You're clean, Auntie.

Thank you. Claire.

This is our doctor, Lydia.

Lydia, this is Claire.

Hello, Claire.

You're all clean.

Mr. Fitzpatrick, would you give me a hand, please?

Good old devil.

He's a pretty flash character.

What about that?

Where are you from anyway?

Berlin.

I bet you've come a long way to get here.

Should get on pretty good with the dock.

Farther, that is. It's a bit of a weirdo, but... So is a lot of people

here, eh?

Let me give you a hand with your bags, mate.

It's okay.

On the left at the back

You'll see a grey metallic door.

That's the entrance to Henry's laboratory.

Father.

I knew there was a pretty girl in it somewhere.

Father.

This is Claire Tourneur.

It's a great pleasure to meet you, Claire.

I completely forgive you for keeping us waiting.

Well, here's what you've been waiting for.

Oh, finally, huh?

It's incredible, isn't it? The computers at the cultural center are all wiped by

this Indian stupidity.

35 languages just gone.

But our digital tapes are untouched, thank God.

Nice to see you, Father.

Oh, Sam.

I'm sorry.

I've become like my own father.

That's what happens when you get old.

Well,

you've been through a lot for us, Sam.

I know you think we take it for granted, but we don't.

So get some rest.

The second seeing can wait.

No, let's do it now.

Sammy, you're injured.

Sam, maybe you shouldn't rush it. No, let's do it.

All right.

If he feels up to it, he may as well do it. So just give me a minute.

Ned?

Father, don't do this to him. No, I'm not.

This one.

My brother, Anton.

What's wrong?

He's always been like this. I always forget. I always behave better.

Doesn't he know what you've been through for him?

Probably not.

Then someone should tell him. The whole family's been through a lot.

What are we going to do with you, Molly?

You can't stay out here.

I've got to find you a place to stay.

When Molly

went

into hiding, the laboratory was built inside this cave.

Only the Umbanto people knew about it.

Without them, none of this would have been possible.

Father came here first 40 years ago, the young ophthalmologist.

Oh, oh, here.

Uh, excuse me.

I wonder if you'd mind if I borrowed the typewriter.

Sure you can. The kids only play with it anyway. Come on.

This may startle you.

Carl?

Sam. Carl.

This is the computer whiz.

who first came with my father when they left the Sunset Institute in California.

He transferred and deleted all father's files from the Institute's computer.

Thanksgiving weekend, 1995.

Took three days and three nights.

He's a genius.

When they came here, they had nothing but 2 ,000 gigabytes of memory and a

goggle. It took them four years starting from scratch to build this place.

Then let's wait one more day.

No. Sam, we're both so tired.

No. Lydia works here.

She keeps an eye on the medical side. Peter?

Peter is my father's kin brother. He's my aboriginal father.

It's good to have you with us, Claire.

Yeah.

Ned. Claire. Claire. Ned.

Video.

Electronics, you ask Ned.

Rhonda, biochemist. She monitors the brainwaves during the experiment.

You ready?

What does this mean?

You haven't seen this program before.

No. Well, we're working on this one now.

Oh, yeah.

Henry. Now, calm down.

Okay. And stay calm.

Okay, okay.

Kiss me.

I said everything to zero dB and recorded at two megabytes. Don't push

this time.

I'd rather never see anyone in our town.

I mean this.

I'd rather never see a thing of faith than lose him again.

I hear you.

This is the face I most wanted to see.

And that's the gift you didn't think of giving me.

Please, Schatz, it doesn't help us to become emotional now.

All right.

If you'll come.

About a cup of coffee, Henry.

Oh, no.

Caffeine is just what you don't need.

You can have lemon cordial.

I've modified the P .R .C. You got that, Carl?

Two megabytes.

Are you ready,

my mother?

Yes, Sammy.

What's happening here?

You can't do this today.

Edith is too tired for this.

Tired? Edith Eisner? No.

This is Edith Eisner.

I quote her biography.

Edith Eisner is tireless.

She sat up there on the track waiting for this young fellow for three days.

Three days and three nights.

She sat through a damn nuclear catastrophe.

That's the sort of woman she is.

She is indestructible.

You can die from this, sister.

I'd rather die from this than from anything else.

It's men's business. It's Henry's and Sam's business, so it's my business.

Please, go, Macy.

Go.

This is wrong.

That old man's going to steal your dreaming one day.

It's none of your business, woman. Stay out of it.

Henry knows what you're doing.

Let them get through.

Where have you been, Lydia?

He doesn't need crutches now.

Prepare him. You can kill him.

Ten million.

Make it twenty.

Is Aunty Macy all right?

You shouldn't be doing this now.

I don't believe this.

I haven't seen these people for 14 years.

This is my sister -in -law. This is Irina.

She's an extraordinary woman.

Here is Anton, my brother Anton.

He's 82 years... He's your brother too, Peter.

Incredible. He needs a haircut.

God, 14 years. What is she doing to him?

Relaxing him.

It's laser puncture.

He can't achieve maximum concentration unless the body is drained of all

energy. That's what I need.

Who doesn't nowadays?

Here comes the radiation.

When we touch the Earth, it's going to kill us.

What's going on?

We are just about ready, Schatz.

Primary image fully recovered, Dr. Farber. Moving into virtual.

Yes, go ahead, Rhoda.

Everything's fine here.

Okay. Roll.

Here you are.

Come here, young lady.

You see, the computer is now downloading the data from Sam's recording in

Berlin. Then Sam has to look at it again, and the computer has to compare

brain activity of the second seeing to that of the first one, thereby

only what is relevant to the image, which then, hopefully, will be

into the receiving brain.

Understand?

This is very, very disciplined work for the eyes.

I did some recording myself.

It's very exhausting.

Ten procedures in five seconds.

Five, four, three, two, one, zero.

Is that what you're seeing at the moment?

Oh, no.

There is so much information for the computer to process.

Look, what he's looking at is about a minute ahead of what we're seeing on the

big screen.

That's the amount of time it takes for the computer to re -establish all the

information.

But that isn't very good.

Gosh.

We're not going to transmit that.

Open it up all the way, Ned.

I already did. It's gone back to green.

Now he's tired. No, it's gone back to red.

Has it started?

No, still on recognition phase.

Henry.

Stay calm.

I've always calmed.

So, this day is a great day in history.

Your family is very proud to be with you on this day when you see our

faces.

I know I'm talking too much.

It's easy. This is for Henry.

I'm coming to her.

Hello, dear Evis.

If only we could be with you and share this moment with you.

It wasn't as simple as just putting in a tape and playing it back.

Whoever had initially recorded the images had to see them again.

The first time, the computer had recorded the act of seeing.

Now it was reading the act of remembering.

In theory, these two grids of information, together with the actual

recordings of the event, enabled the computer to translate these images into

brainwaves again and to reproduce them.

In the blind person's visual cortex.

Dr. Farber. Yeah. Very poor retention here. It's not even 20%. We can't

that simulation.

It'll just upset her too much.

Roll down.

Brain activity unfocused.

These waves are too low.

He's just not on it.

I've beat through the entire system. Nothing wrong on the inside.

This concentration is only red. It's not enough.

You're only red.

Hurry, Henry.

It's all gone to me.

You're a user, Henry.

You use your wife.

You use your son.

You use my people.

Empty your mind. Stop thinking.

You're making it worse.

I have nothing to work with. There's no fake, no definition, no color.

Empty your mind, for Pete's sake.

Look only at the still point. There's nothing but the still point.

There you

are.

It was crazy to do it when you were tired, Sam.

What did you say?

It's crazy to do it when you are tired.

However, in science, there's always tomorrow.

Don't patronize me, you pathetic old man.

Pathetic old man? You just never could stand up to pressure, young man.

You both act unlike children. Why don't I remember what you're like?

When you disappeared from America and I thought you were dead or in jail, I lost

a whole year of my life looking for you.

I never said thank you. I never. I lost my wife and my only child for you.

Sam, what could I have done?

What could I have done?

You could have trusted me.

You could have admitted you were wrong for once in your life.

That's enough.

Stop it, both of you.

I'm sorry, Eddie.

Every time I work with him, I go wrong.

Whatever I do, every single time.

Didn't work, did it?

Bloody good thing, too.

What's wrong?

This whole journey for nothing.

Good evening.

Chap, your new boyfriend?

You don't know what he's going through.

Is it your son?

It hurts every time I see a small boy.

I'm in an airport.

I look at a little kid.

My eyes well up with tears. It's like a sickness.

My arms ache to hold him.

Literally.

Here and here.

Is he dead?

No.

No, he's just... He didn't used to be

like this. I mean, he was always like this, but... But there was something

too.

He was always full of himself, but he could always find something to do for

other people.

These people love him.

He helped them beat Trachoma. He worked his guts out to achieve that. And it

was.

Selfless.

But he's an egotist.

And he's obsessed.

I'm like him. I'm obsessive.

I neglected my family, my own wife and my child.

They broke up on a payphone in Coober Pedy.

Nothing was worth shit anymore.

But I did find my parents with David's help.

It was almost by accident, and I was so angry with Henry, I could have punched

him in the nose.

After a while, I just wanted to get the hell out of here.

That's why I volunteered to record the tape.

It wasn't because I'm a great guy.

I haven't been a nice guy in a long time.

I can't see the point of all this strutting and fretting.

We're all as good as dead.

Not in my book, we're not.

I'm not dead in here, and neither are you.

I'm saving your ass, Winter.

Writing won't help.

Your stories won't help me.

Winter, the future is always a friction.

I'm more worried about...

Reality.

And fiction.

I'm worried about the present, Mr. Fitzpatrick.

The present will look after itself.

But it's our duty to realize the future with our imagination.

I think I need to go on and just drop the knife before he dies.

Holy shit.

You look like you've been through hell.

This must be heaven.

You're clean.

No radiation.

Come on.

I'll fix you up.

Christmas went by unnoticed.

Those nights in December of 1999 were filled with silent anxiety.

The radios gave nothing but static.

We did not know if the great cities of the world still existed, if our parents,

our children, our friends were still alive or burned or sick.

We all shared the same fears, but nobody dared talk about it.

I continued to write my novel.

I wrote like a maniac.

I wrote about our fears. I wrote about our hope.

I wrote about Claire.

I wrote about Chico and Winter and Bert.

I wrote about the Farber family and their pride and selfishness.

I wrote about the aboriginal people.

I wrote about myself, too.

I wrote so that none of what had happened to us would ever be forgotten.

I wrote...

Stand by it.

Claire could not understand how the failure of the experiment could possibly

matter that much compared to the fate of the world.

But such were the passions of the Farber family that the experiment seemed of

greater importance than the end of time itself.

Ned?

Good morning. Let's go through the tapes together.

It was all Sam thought about.

He blamed himself, even in his dreams.

Wake up.

Sam, come on. Let me sleep, for God's sake.

How can I do this shit if I'm too tired?

I need sleep. I can't... I can't transfer the images, and if I can't,

been no point to any of it.

Good morning.

I'm Carl. I work here.

I'm Eugene.

Well... My guest is Farhan.

Morning, mate.

Hey!

Thanks, mate.

Thanks, mate.

If I understand this correctly, you recorded some tape

of his sister, which means you could transmit it to his mother, am I correct?

I'm the only one who can.

Then what's the problem?

If you can make her see it, then do it.

Why would Sam care? She'd be happy.

Ned?

Sync lock for recovery?

Getting procedure.

Standing by.

All right.

through this again.

No,

Henry, I'm fine.

That's very

impressive. She's a natural.

Combining into simulation.

Trust the simulator. I just can't trust it.

Don't do anything.

Second seeing Roland straight through to transmission, Henry.

Okay, Lydia. Any objections?

It has passed fine. BP good, respiration normal. Everything's okay.

Waves are good. She's in the curl.

All right.

Drop it.

Go to transmission.

In 10, 9, 8, 7, 6, 5,

4, 3, 2, 1.

Now.

Yellow dress.

She's sitting, hand folded.

Could she be?

Are there shadows on the wall?

Look at her face.

Sound coming up, Dr. Powell.

Go ahead.

I'm relieved.

So how did you guys... I thought you were dead.

I love you.

You're the wisest, sweetest, strongest one.

I'm so happy.

This is mine.

You ran away before she was born.

He has your mouth open.

You tell her about her story. Tell her about your cat.

You tell her about your cat.

We don't have...

Thank you.

Hey, you're not writing about us.

Like this.

And when you breathe, when you get to that stage, that is, you push in the

You push the stomach in and that powers the breathing so you can keep it going

all the time, non -stop.

This day is a great day in history.

And your family is very proud to be with you on this day

when you see our faces.

I know I'm talking too much. Anton, it's easy. This is for...

and share this moment with you.

Well, and away we are.

Mrs. Farber, I have just witnessed a miracle.

And so have you.

But they're still alive.

Only miracles make sense.

A big, old fellow?

Yeah, he's a big, old fellow.

There's a wedge to him.

Ah.

He did something.

He'll find his way soon.

He doesn't seem to be in any hurry about it.

I can record it. You can see him.

I know him.

What about father's face?

Henry.

I know him even better.

I've never seen Henry's face.

I know him.

Where is everybody?

The elders want to sit down with the young people to explain some law

They want to make sure everything is passed on.

They're afraid of the radiation.

They call it the poison from the sky.

They don't understand it, but they know it will destroy our country.

They want to make sure everything is passed on.

People painting song lines, telling stories, recording details of sacred

They're pushing everything out like a dying moth pushing out eggs.

No, thanks.

I have a fish to cry.

Thank you, Sammy.

You're welcome.

Here we go.

Now you will see Nora.

I wish you didn't have to see me in such an ugly place.

But I'm afraid this is what the world looks like.

Very good, Samuel.

Bravo.

You like that. I'm really glad.

Just getting a concentrated image in that situation is really difficult.

Siberia, was it cold? No, forget about the cold. The cold was the least of the

problems. It was my eyes. Your eyes? After recording Dr.

Fukusawa in Tokyo, I couldn't see. I was literally blind.

Was it the focusing? No, it's the programming.

The programming is too harsh on the retina.

When you first walked into my office in Berlin, who'd have thought it'd end up

here?

You are a missing person yourself now, Mr. Winter.

Mm -hmm.

Here I am, for better or for worse.

In any reasonable culture, I would be perceived as...

There must be a planet somewhere where they have the correct aesthetic.

Where all those young faces with smooth skin would be considered terribly ugly.

All these folds and spots and wrinkles.

Well, it's wisdom, eh?

So it's beautiful.

Even sexier.

I'll tell you, Ed, I actually feel a little shy.

Well, that's enough, Sam.

I'd like to do it again.

Turn it on.

What are you laughing at?

I've always found you sexy, Father.

oh no

Edith Eisner had been eight years old when she'd lost her sight.

The experience of seeing the world again was exhilarating, but it was also

confusing and sad.

The world she discovered was darker and uglier than she could have imagined.

It would have been ungracious for her to mention this.

Her grief was only there for those with eyes to see it.

You're not hungry, darling?

No.

At the end of the first week, we registered signs of low -level radiation

air. The contamination was insignificant, but it was a defeat for

amongst us.

The reason Henry and I are so close to the Mbantua people is that a long time

ago, nearly 40 years, I came to write a book on the Mbantua

women.

So you both had work here.

I came for my work.

He followed me because he loved me.

I loved him, too.

Very much.

We first met in Lisbon.

I was 12.

He was 14.

We were running from the Nazis.

By yourself?

I was with my parents.

He had lost his.

Our lives are filled with sad stories and good ones, too.

We were teenage lovers.

You followed some of our adventure, chasing Sam, Berlin,

Paris, Lisbon, and then America.

We had American babies.

You must have missed them when you had to hide.

Very badly.

Oui.

Votre petit -fils.

Il dit que c 'est de notre faute.

Non, bien sûr que non.

Il pense que c 'est de notre faute.

Il ne sera jamais agressif avec moi, mais toujours avec Henri.

C 'est toujours comme ça.

That's how it always is.

Boys, men.

We've got a lot more to learn.

It was on that same evening that I realized that this had been the purpose

our journey.

Neither to prove my love for Claire, nor the search for a blind woman's sight.

The purpose of our journey had been so that this music might bloom here, on the

edge of what was possibly the end of the world.

And as I played...

And as I watched the Mabantul people seek refuge from the radiation in the

of Dr.

Farber's laboratory, I felt that what we were playing was a prayer.

A prayer for the wounded planet Earth.

Thank you, Claire.

You must be very tired.

Just as wonderful.

You notice how the images are becoming so much clearer?

This is a very smart little computer.

So, little lady, I was wondering if you have the strength to do... No, Father,

she hasn't. Quite, Maisie.

Of course I have.

Hello, girl.

How are you?

Hey,

Madeline, how are you?

Thank you, Carl.

Has anyone heard about the possible side effects of this whole thing?

The old man's father cares only about his work.

Everything and everyone else takes a second place.

He wants his Nobel Prize.

For making blind people see?

I'm joking.

The potential for this device is awesome.

It can take visual information straight from the brain.

Once they do that, they can suck out their dreams and look at them like

television.

That's impossible.

That's what I said to Galileo.

For a writer, you don't type very fast.

How do you spell nuisance?

I like it better when you're depressed, Winter.

Peter.

Yes, Edith?

How far have you got with your dictionary?

The word I'm at is nura.

It's okay.

It's okay.

It was in space.

The blast was all in space.

We have a crystal radio.

It was in the radio station in a glass case.

Listen, listen.

You've got to listen to this.

It's earphones.

Can I put them on you?

It was the eve of the year 2000.

There must have been parties all over the world.

But no celebration could have been happier than this one.

In Central Australia, on the land of the Mubantua people.

But as we sang and danced, we couldn't know that one of us was not going to

follow us into the new millennium.

This is insane.

Just when you found out the world is okay, you were singing yourself to

Schatz, don't do this to me, please.

Listen.

Listen to them singing.

You're with me every single day.

Days I remember all my life.

Days when you can't see what's alright.

You took my life.

Then I knew that very soon you'd leave me.

But it's alright.

Now I'm not frightened of this world.

I wish today would be tomorrow.

The night is dark, it's just been so many ways.

Thank you for the grace.

Those endless days, those happy days you gave me.

I'm thinking of the grace.

Now I'm not frightened of this world.

I won't forget a single day.

I bless the light.

I bless the light that shines on you.

I saw your God.

You're with me every single day. baby.

I'm in for dinner!

Oh.

When Edith Mbachana was buried in the earth of the Kangaroo Plain, her husband

followed the Aboriginal traditions for death.

But after the ceremony, he neglected those for mourning.

It occurred to no one that he might be attempting to break more serious taboos.

You come along now, Henry.

You come away from here.

You know it's wrong for you to be here.

Wrong for you, Peter.

But okay for me.

You know.

I'm a white fellow, you know.

It

depends

on the expense.

I'll keep in touch.

It was February of the year 2000.

The time had come for parties.

Winter, Chico, Buzzer, Bert, and Lydia all went home, thinking the story was

over.

Claire and Fam finally felt that they'd left their old lives behind them.

They were looking forward to a life together that just seemed to be

I stuck around.

I didn't feel like going back to Paris anyway.

I'd found a heartfelt solitude which allowed me to work in a very disciplined

way. I moved into the now defunct radio station to write what I thought was

going to be the last chapter of my novel.

But none of us knew that Dr. Farber was pursuing a new line of research which

would take us all on to another journey down dangerous pathways.

down into the garden of dreams itself.

This is no bad prospect.

For making people see you?

Yeah. If that's what you want, fine.

I'll stay.

Good. I'll even help you write the papers.

Fine. But turn it around.

We're leaving.

And this old man's leaving with us.

Don't you think that's his decision? No, that's our people's decision, Dr.

Farver. You want to record pictures of his dreams? I don't want to hurt your

people. You're my brother, Henry.

That never changes. Never.

You helped our people. And for that, I thank you.

But I didn't understand what you wanted.

If Rhonda hadn't... Peter, no one ever did this before in the history of our

planet. And a damn good job, too.

Yeah. Imagine what you could hang on your walls instead of my people's

paintings. You could exhibit the inside of our heads.

Our dreamies. And all our old people's secret knowledge.

You know that, Henry. You think we want you walking through our dreamies with

your fancy cameras?

You're leaving Tuned?

Yes, I'm going with my people.

God! Why?

It's okay.

What's he doing?

He's trying to record his own dreams.

The technology is the thing. He takes his brain signals and turns them into

pictures on the screen.

That doesn't look very promising.

We'll see.

At first, only Dr. Farber could see the promise of his experiments.

He and Carl worked around the clock.

But the fruit of their labor seemed to be nothing more than a chaotic rhythm of

digital noise, colors, and lights.

But eventually, shapes began to emerge.

And Dr. Jung.

And Dr.

Freud.

Oh, if only you could see us now.

When Sam could see the computer slowly finding its way through this new

universe, he realized that in order to continue successfully, his father

couldn't remain the only subject of his own experiments.

Sam knew what he was expected to do.

Face myself.

You see, we know you.

We know how your brain sees.

And we're smart.

We learn.

What was just electricity to us yesterday is color today and move.

Ron Lutz. All clear.

Look at this.

Progress.

A cacophony of brainwaves transformed into a symphony of colors and shapes.

Biochemical images.

If I were Sam, this would make me feel like honey.

Music of the spheres.

This is so beautiful.

Beautiful? Wallpaper is beautiful.

You're now looking at the human soul singing to itself, to its own God.

I don't know about God.

But the God within us.

Look at it.

It needs nothing.

It needs everything.

Nothing, nothing, dear.

It will eat us up alive.

Never.

We should really stop this.

Stop it? How could we stop it?

This is all we've ever wanted. This is what we feed on.

How could we ever turn away from this?

We don't have the right.

There it goes again.

Look at his face.

It's Sam's face.

I can see that.

He's frightened.

Maybe. Can't you see? You know what I think is going on here? I think the

computer is doing it.

The computer is interpreting.

It's trying to transmit a visual equivalent of the dreamer's emotion.

When did you ever see your own face in your dream?

I often see myself in my dreams.

You do?

You don't?

Never.

Aren't you?

Come on.

Aren't you even curious to know about your dreams?

Of course she is.

It's not very clear to me. Is that all? The computer will learn.

Well, if that's the worry, relax.

We'll have them clear as crystal.

Relax. Any day.

I don't really like my dreams, mostly the nightmares.

You have to look at it as if you were going to another planet, or it's like

you'll be the first woman to walk on Venus.

On Venus?

Yes. You're not trying to tell us you're going to turn down a chance to see your

own queen. Come on.

And then we quit.

Huh? And then we quit. And then we quit.

What does that mean?

And then we quit.

All right, then.

Yes, then we quit.

It's a deal. It's a deal.

Will you do it?

What? Tonight.

Oh. Oh, that's the way.

Is that a promise?

No, she doesn't trust us.

She's trying to.

Listen.

No, no, no, no.

Claire was in no position to deny Henry Farber the chance of recording her

dreams. Based on her successful transmission to Edith, she was the

candidate.

She had transmitted more detailed visual information in her first seeing,

provided more coherent memory patterns in her second.

The computer considered her technically compatible.

What is the board rate?

It's okay.

There's no danger of overload.

Good. Who could have known that sleeping inside her was the propensity for

addiction?

Look.

Look, it's me.

I'm in front of the house we used to live in when I was four years old.

I must have dreamed that all my life. and I've never remembered.

I want to see this again.

Why don't you let us work on this, Claire? We'll have a much better image.

You see, my suggestion is... Sam, did you see that? It was me when I was

Um, just a minute.

and analyze it. And if it's successful, I'm sure it'll be quite easy.

I'll put it through.

Once she saw the lost world of her childhood, she was helpless against the

desire to see more.

What if we take the total movement and limit it to the sight line aspect ratio?

If we take the primary dream data and match it... In the weeks that

The laboratory became a beehive of activity.

The computer constantly processed huge amounts of data.

While one person slept, the others huddled around monitors, waiting,

wanting to see a dream.

Soon they were hooked, all of them.

They lived to see their dreams, and when they slept, they dreamed about their

dreams.

They had arrived at the island of dreams together, but in a short time, they

were oceans apart.

I watched helplessly as Claire and Sam were drowning in their own nocturnal

imagery.

They ignored each other and neglected themselves.

The dreams which should have been flushed away with the first yawn were

their only diet and thus became more and more concentrated.

They made monsters for themselves that they could neither tolerate or do

without.

Each time I get to this part of this dream, it gets blurry.

I'll dream this again. I can make that clearer.

Now I can steer it into a whole new direction.

They wandered in and out of lost worlds.

Feelings and figures emerged from a forgotten past.

Their dreams became black holes of isolation.

They suffered finally from a complete loss of reality.

Hello,

Claire.

How are you?

Can I see?

No. No.

No equations to explain the division of the senses.

No sound to reflect the radiance of time.

In the beginning of dreams, all the disorder.

to encircle dawn, dressed in a low car,

racing through flowers, trumpeting

bliss.

Let's go get outside in the corridor.

There's a line that should never be crossed.

And we passed it a long time ago.

By the time I came to rescue Claire, the only thing she cared about was having

fresh batteries for her video monitor.

Good luck.

If I'd given Claire the batteries for her monitor, then I could have been her

friend.

But I wouldn't.

So I was her enemy.

She would not let me touch her.

She would not let me feed her.

I wanted to help Claire, but I didn't know how.

I thought she had to sweat them all out, all those false images she'd absorbed.

She'd fallen into the deep well of narcissism.

She had to climb out towards the light by herself.

Make it work.

Gene, can't you make it work?

Can't, Claire.

It's dead.

I'm dead.

I'd always cherished the beginning of the gospel according to John.

In the beginning was the word.

I was now afraid that the apocalypse would read.

In the end, there were only images.

I didn't know the cure for the disease of images.

All I knew was how to write.

Winter had once said to me, Words won't help us now, Mr. Fitzpatrick.

But words were all I had.

Somebody must have collected the $500 ,000 award from the CIA.

In another 20 years, the U .S. government might tell me who it was. But

Not in this book.

All I found out was that two men landed in a helicopter and took Dr. Farber back

to the United States.

I finally understood why Henry had wanted to transform brainwaves into

His wife existed only in his dreams.

He had sought her there and had found her.

Well, not really her, his memory of her and his vision of himself.

It's time to pack up.

Where is your son now, Dr. Farber?

In the beginning was the word.

Words won't help us now, Mr.

Fitzpatrick.

I believed in words, and I believed in the magic and healing power of

storytelling.

So I did the only thing I could do.

I continued to write Claire's story, hoping that she could read it one day.

I wrote her healthy.

I wrote her happy.

I prayed that the truth of the words might still the screaming white birds in

the sky.

For several hours, the government agents looked for Sam and circled over the

maze into which he had fled.

They might have found him if he had wanted to be found.

But it was impossible to rescue a man lost in the labyrinth of his own soul.

Now it's time to get that shit out of your system, once and for all.

I'll take you to the old fellas that I know.

You will sleep between them.

They will take your dream.

You don't say.

Sleep over the...

Well, how do you like it?

But now?

What happens now?

How?

That's for you to invent.

The dancer on the planet, you call it.

I watched you dance

It

was

only later that I realized Sam's father had been inside the ransacked laboratory

at exactly the same time Claire and I had stood at the broken bridge on the

other side of the gap.

It was perhaps the last time the pair of them would be so close.

On that April morning, I no longer had a competitor for her heart, and yet

Claire and I had moved beyond all that.

There's no going back.

We were not going to be a couple again, not with each other or with anybody else

for quite a while.

But we were always going to be friends.

I wanted to see Claire grow old.

More than anything, I hoped she was now on the path to being that better person

she had sworn to become.

Don't make me

Don't make me

With my own

vision

I wrote an ending for my novel whereby Sam and Claire would meet again in that

same bar in San Francisco, Tosca's.

I wrote it but tore the pages apart and wrote the truth instead.

I'll bring you this cross.

I've carved out a wall.

Sam did return to San Francisco, only to find that he had lost his wife and son

for good. And I'd change if I could.

He never found his father again, only his grave.

Dr. Farber had died keeping the secrets of his dream machine for himself.

As for Claire, the next time I heard from her, she was working for

Her extraordinary vision had found her a place on their space observatory. She

and her crewmates orbited the Earth, watching the oceans for pollution

She stayed up there for six months.

She spent her 30th birthday in space.

Me, I'm in New York and the book came out today, what do you think?

I don't have much time. Operator, can we have the conference call now, please?

You ready, guys?

We can't move on.

I haven't seen you in quite a while.

I was down to hold you, passing time.

Last time we met was a low -lit room.

We were close together as a bride and groom.

We ate food, we drank wine.

Everybody having a good time, except you.

You were talking about the end of the world.

I took the mic.

I thought you'd drink.

You think you must need days if you're stuck to me.

Lead me on with those innocent eyes.

You know I love the element of surprise.

In the garden I was playing the tie.

I kissed your lips and broke your heart.

You, you were acting like it was the end of the world.

In my dream, I was drowning in taros. For my taros, they learned to

swim.

Surrounding me, going down on me, spilling over the brim.

Waves of regret and waves of joy.

I reached out for the one I tried to destroy.

You said you'd wait till the end of the world.