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[***]

MARIO: I'm just sayin'...

I can't believe that Harris and Bakshi

would be stupid enough to set foot in the States again.

I mean, why take the chance?

They're gonna be permanent residents

in Jakarta or Singapore,

or wherever the fuck they are by now.

Hey, are you gonna eat those fingers?

Hey.

Sarah? What?

Your fingers, are you gonna...

They're called fries.

[MELLOW ROCK SONG PLAYING ON JUKEBOX]

Look, I hate to say this, Chief,

but I think we're really chasing our tails here.

I keep telling you, they're here.

They're gonna lead us back to Colin.

Sorry.

You need a break.

I'm fine.

Bill?

[SCREEN BEEPS]

I guess we're leaving.

Cruising speed back to the precinct.

You know, Sarah, you're not alone in this.

The massacre affected the entire department.

Three of the guys were in my class at the academy.

I wanna find Colin and the guy that did this too.

[***]

How many was that?

More than two, less than 10.

Come on.

[SIGHS]

[SIGHS]

I keep telling me to let it go, but...

every time I close my eyes, I'm right back there.

In the street.

Hearing the gunshots.

It's like it's happening all over again.

It's not.

It's over, it's in the past.

Not for me.

Part of me's still there.

Still lying in a pool of blood.

Waiting for it to be my turn.

SARAH: What is that?

Your vacation.

Not into that whole...

virtual tropical beach thing.

Oh, no? No, I didn't know that.

No, it's not just another simulation.

It's another life.

A life?

You know how...

when you're in a dream, you're still yourself,

but it's not exactly this version of you?

Sort of.

Well, when you're in a dream...

you're essentially living another life, right?

You're in another world,

with another set of rules

that you accept as reality.

That's what this is.

It's another life that you'll accept as reality,

just as firmly as you accept this one.

You're not just gonna be somewhere else...

you're gonna be someone else.

Who will I be?

I don't know.

Every user's experience is different.

But it will be someone based on your own thoughts and dreams,

drawn directly from your own subconscious.

It's a vacation from your life.

That does sound pretty fucking great right about now.

How long is it?

Just a couple hours to start.

See if you like it.

If you don't, I'll send it back to development

with a "Dissatisfied Customer" tag.

I think your head and heart could use a break from...

being you.

You're too good to me.

I don't deserve you.

Just have a great vacation.

[CHUCKLES]

[DISK BEEPS]

[FLAMES CRACKLING]

[MUFFLED] George? George? What are you doing, man?

We gotta move.

[LOUDER] Come on.

Oh, shit, you're bleeding, man.

Are you okay? Okay.

I don't know. I don't know.

I can't really think straight.

You're good, you're good. Okay, let's go.

Where-- Where are we?

Ha, ha. Very funny, man. Come on, stay sharp.

All right, here we go.

What the fuck are you doing?

What the fuck are you doing? MAN: Don't move!

Let's go.

Stay right there.

Move.

You must think I'm pretty stupid.

Yeah, we do.

Sorry, what was that? Well, I do.

COLIN: I fucking heard you the first time,

you fucking twat.

What are you doing?

You wanna get his weapon?

Just fucking pull it out, for fuck's sake.

Hey, George? George?

What are you doing, man?

You thought you'd just drop in and...

do me in?

[GRUNTING]

All of this was just...

Just avoidable.

Unnecessary.

You just had to do what I asked.

That's all.

But now...

[YELLS]

You know I, uh...

I once cut a man's finger off.

And I made his mate eat it while he watched.

It was disgusting.

But the only thing that's worse than that

is to cut off his own finger and make him eat it himself.

What the fuck is wrong with you?

I'm seeing if you're hungry, mate.

[GRUNTS]

[ALL GRUNTING]

[***]

[SCREAMS]

[SCREAMING]

Don't move. Don't move.

George, Colin's getting away.

[GUNSHOT]

Come on. Come on!

[GUNSHOTS]

Fuck!

[TIRES SQUEAL]

We gotta get out of here before the cops get here.

Come on, George!

Unh!

[BOTH GRUNTING]

Where are we going?

Come on!

[CAR DOOR CLOSES]

Okay. Power.

Take us home. Best speed.

George, what are you doing, man?

I don't know.

I'm still-- Everything's still fuzzy.

M-maybe you should drive.

[ENGINE STARTS]

How did you do that?

How you doing over there, George? Are you okay?

I don't know.

I'm not sure yet.

You should get that looked at. Should I call Paula?

Who?

Paula. You know Paula?

You don't remember Paula? You remember me?

Yeah, you're-- You're Chris.

Chr-- Chris Ginsburg. We've been friends...

for a long time.

Right. Okay, so I think...

Think you might have a concussion.

All right, just--

We're gonna get you home.

And I'm gonna call Paula.

PAULA: It's just a superficial laceration.

You don't need stitches.

Good.

But chances are you might have a concussion.

Don't go to bed for the next six hours,

and stay away from drugs and alcohol.

You think you can handle that?

Sure.

I mean it, George.

I heard you.

How's your memory?

[SIGHS] A bit fuzzy, but it's...

coming back.

What's your name?

George Miller.

Social security?

[SHRILL TONE SOUNDING]

What's your social security number?

Well, who do you work for?

[MUMBLES INDISTINCTLY]

[INDISTINCT CHATTER]

I run Avacom Data Systems.

It's...my company.

I built it in...

2012.

Net worth?

Three, four, uh...

billion.

[SCOFFS] Close enough.

After all...

what's a billion or two between friends?

George, do you want me to stay?

Um, no, I'm-- I'm good.

Thank you.

[***]

[SIGHS]

CHRIS: Hey, man.

So, uh, the police found the bodies.

No sign of Colin.

[SCOFFS] Of course.

Colin...

[SIGHS]

Are you okay?

George?

Uh, listen, I'm gonna go get Paula back in--

No, no, no. It's not physical, it's, um...

It's-- It's more mental. I've...

[LAUGHS] I feel like I wanna cry--

[VOICE CRACKS] I wanna cry.

[BREATHING HEAVILY]

Uh-huh. I just gotta pull myself together.

Listen, buddy. Um...

What happened,

it's not gonna be an easy thing to get over.

[GUNSHOT]

Maybe you need to get some sleep?

I can't, I can't. Um...

The doctor said I gotta stay up for the next six hours.

So that's what I'm doing. I'm-I'm up.

Maybe you need a vacation.

A what?

Well, you know, the vacation.

"Take a vacation without ever leaving the house."

That's still the terrible ad copy

that you're gonna use.

My question is, when do I get to try it?

I mean, I know it's a prototype, but...

I could use a vacation too.

This wouldn't work for you.

Each headset has an individual...

neuronic pulse map that is

uniquely designed for their prefrontal cortex.

All you would see is a white light.

I've said this before.

Yup. Your sales pitch.

Hey.

Thank you, Chris.

Really appreciate that today.

You got it, jefe.

[BELL DINGS]

[SIGHS]

[***]

[TOUCH SCREEN BEEPS]

[LIVELY ROCK SONG PLAYING ON JUKEBOX]

Say you're right, and they never left the State.

Four of the most wanted men in the northern hemisphere.

* Whoa, oh, oh You think they're gonna

risk hanging around?

Even Colin hasn't been seen in Chicago--

Does this food taste right to you?

* There she stood What?

Yeah, same crap as always.

Seems flat.

Like it suddenly has no taste.

Wait, are you listening to me at all?

* Now baby, maybe Sorry.

It feels like I'm somewhere else still.

You mean like on vacation?

Wow, that must have really been something.

Never seen you this distracted.

It was different.

Gonna eat those fingers?

Okay, fries.

Different how?

* All right now, baby

Like, a coherent dream.

* It's all right now

Stable. Rational.

* All right now, baby

The longer I was there, the more familiar it became.

* It's all right now

I remembered it, I remembered my life there.

That's the eerie part, like...

I was remembering my real life for the first time.

"A vacation from your life."

Ha. They're gonna make a fortune.

So does Katie have a piece of the profits or what?

[DEVICE BEEPING]

* What's your game, baby? Are you trying... *

Oh, shit, I'll be damned.

What?

You were right.

They never left Chicago.

Dumb fucks got picked up on an FBI surveillance scan.

Looks like they're setting a meeting.

Yeah, setting up a meeting for tonight.

It's beautiful.

Beautiful. I know exactly where this place is.

* All right now, baby

What?

[***]

It's just so easy.

They're just falling right into our laps.

I'm not complaining.

Come on, Sarah, come on.

Right.

[***]

I know this place.

[OBJECT THUDS]

HARRIS: He's late.

How come he's late, huh? He's never late.

BAKSHI: Shut up and wait. He'll be here.

Well, we've got a lot to discuss before the next job.

BAKSHI: Next job? What the fuck are you talking about?

The people I represent would like

to make an even bigger statement this time.

Something guaranteed to rock the political foundations

of the entire city.

HARRIS: What do you have in mind?

Burning down City Hall?

COLIN: Try, nuking City Hall.

BAKSHI: Shit. You're serious.

I'm calling for backup.

We should discuss this in here.

Please.

[DEVICE BEEPS] Can't get a signal.

You keep an eye on them. I'll be right back.

[***]

[BOTH GRUNTING]

Unh.

[PARALYZER DEVICE CRACKLES]

[GRUNTS]

WOMAN: Mr. Miller?

Mr. Miller?

George, hey.

Somebody call 911!

No, I'm-I'm okay.

I just need some water.

[SIGHS] Mm.

Breathe, pal, breathe.

Listen, uh, we should cancel.

You don't cancel on the Justice Department.

Well, we could say he had a heart attack or...

Because that won't look suspicious.

[GRUNTS]

[SLURRING] I'm okay. I'm fine, go.

I'm just a little dizzy.

All right, come on.

Mr. Miller, where were you on the night of the 23rd?

At home, watching TV.

Mm-hm. And what were you watching?

Nothing in particular.

Mostly just surfing.

CORA: We'd like to see your DVR log to corroborate that.

I bet you would, but you won't.

CORA: The Federal courthouse is just

20 minutes from here,

if we need to get a written consent.

Is that what you-- Let's get to the real question.

Mr. Miller, why are you running around the city

like some real life Bruce Wayne?

What?

I thought this was a serious meeting.

CORA: Over the last three months, your client's

been on a personal vigilante mission,

which has endangered the public on numerous occasions.

The gunfight in the warehouse district

just being the most recent.

Which my client had nothing to do with.

Mr. Miller is still recovering

from having his wife's murder go viral,

while the Justice Department stood by and did nothing.

[***]

MARTIN: I can assure you we're mobilizing

all our resources in an effort to find the animals--

MALIA [DISTANTLY]: You should find the killers,

instead of harassing one of the victims, who--

[COUGHING]

Mr. Miller?

Mr. Miller? CHRIS: George!

[GRUNTS]

I think it's pretty clear you've suffered a severe concussion,

more than I first realized.

And it's affected your memory centers.

Will it get better?

There are instances

where serious head trauma

has resulted in permanent amnesia.

Most cases like this,

a lack of cognitive recall is temporary.

I don't think I wanna remember everything.

Me neither.

It's just, I don't remember her.

Not at all. My wife.

Just f--

[SIGHS] Flashes of that video.

I don't know how getting hit in the head...

...can erase her completely from my memory?

That has less to do with your injury

than your unconscious mind...

trying to protect you from a deeply traumatic memory.

[SIGHS]

[PEN CLICKS]

[SIGHS]

Why aren't there any pictures of her?

Of us? Together?

A wedding, for Christ's sake?

You...

You had them put away...

after she was killed.

You know, I-- I probably still have a--

A picture of Katie here somewhere.

Katie?

Is that her name?

[***]

Yes.

Can I see it?

Yeah.

[INAUDIBLE]

[INAUDIBLE]

[SIGHS]

[INAUDIBLE]

[INAUDIBLE]

There's two of them.

There's two of them.

There's a theory... that what we call déjà vu

is actually a delay in real-time information

being transmitted from one hemisphere of the brain

to the other.

That lag is only microseconds,

but when it's received in the second hemisphere,

it creates a small, momentary

dissonance in perception.

And that dissonance is misinterpreted

by the cerebral cortex as memory.

So the mind believes that normal events

have been experienced twice.

Yeah, but this isn't déjà vu.

It's like the memories have been there all along.

Well, they are memories,

but they're memories of simulated events...

events from your VR program.

I think your brain's having trouble

processing these simulated events, and it's creating

a dissonance in your cerebral cortex just like déjà vu.

I tell you, it feels much more real than that.

I keep having these flashes of that life and...

I swear it feels right.

Feels true.

But it's not.

Hey, trust me, you're not really

a lesbian supercop in the future in a flying car.

This is real.

I'm telling you, don't let some

digital delusion start to loosen your grip on reality.

Otherwise, you'll go down a road you don't wanna go down.

I don't know.

Something's not right.

I keep feeling like...

there's a much deeper, deeper truth here, Paula.

Jesus Christ, George. Listen to yourself.

In my professional opinion, these virtual experiences

are interfering with your recovery.

You could end up with permanent,

if not severe brain damage. Do you understand that?

[INHALES SHARPLY] Okay.

[CHUCKLES] You convinced me, you win.

No more VR.

You promise?

I promise.

Okay.

Paula, thank you.

I'll see you tomorrow, all right?

[DOOR OPENS, CLOSES]

[BANG]

[SIGHS]

[HEART MONITOR BEEPING]

[INDISTINCT CHATTER]

[SIGHS]

Welcome back.

Hey. Hey.

You had us worried there for a while.

What happened?

We won.

Bakshi and Harris are sitting

in a cell downtown at this very moment,

awaiting trial for the murder of 15 cops.

How?

Well, after you decided to go supercop...

I called for backup.

They caught Bakshi and Harris

before they made it into orbit.

What about Colin?

He's three flights down,

on the security level.

Yeah, your friend here put him in a coma.

Nobody fucks with my partner.

I'm really back?

I'm really here?

Yeah, you're really here, sweetie.

Hey.

Everything's gonna be okay.

It's like a dream.

[GASPS]

[MOANING]

[BOTH PANTING]

[SIGHS]

[LAUGHS]

[EXHALES SHARPLY]

Bet you didn't have anything like that on vacation.

No, definitely not.

[LAUGHS]

[SIGHS] But I know you.

So you did have sex, right?

[LAUGHS]

Oh, come on.

It's not cheating. You can tell me.

No.

There was no sex.

Seriously?

No sex on the...

unforgettable vacation...

that was "so real"?

No.

How boring.

I was a man.

More interesting.

Gay, straight, bi, trans?

Straight. Ha.

Even in your fantasies, you only like girls.

So there wasn't even one woman

that vaguely captured your interest

on your entire vacation, huh?

No one special at all?

Hey.

What is it?

I was a widower.

My wife had been murdered.

And I was devastated...

and doing everything I could to find her killer.

A tale of heartbreak and revenge.

Well, I love it.

Did you ever find your wife's killer?

No.

He got away.

It's still real to you, isn't it?

It's hard to shake.

Especially when I look at you.

Why when you look at me?

Because it reminds me of the other Katie.

My murdered wife.

You named her Katie?

I didn't, that's the way it was.

Her name was Katie, and she looked just like you.

This is getting weird.

That's what I kept trying to tell you.

You're her, and she's you. And...

there's other common things,

like Colin's in both worlds,

and there's a virtual reality program in both worlds and--

Stop staying "both worlds." There's only one world, Sarah.

To me, there's two.

The only difference is that when I'm here,

I remember everything that's happened.

And when I'm there, it's foggy and confusing.

Well, doesn't that tell you something right there?

This is reality, that's why you remember everything.

That makes sense, but--

But--? But, it's too perfect.

What is? My life here.

I mean, think about it.

Doesn't it seem like some kind of ancient male fantasy?

What they used to call "science fiction"?

I literally have a flying car.

I'm a lesbian with a gorgeous wife

who wants to have sex all the time.

I mean, can't you see how perfect it all is?

Doesn't it seem like someone else's fucking fantasy?

What have I done...

to deserve a life like this?

You don't deserve me? Yes.

Wait, what? That's what you said

a couple of days ago

right before you started the program.

I thought you were kidding.

I was kidding. Maybe your subconscious wasn't.

What the hell does that mean?

The program is designed to generate a scenario

based on the hidden desires and dreams

in a user's subconscious,

in order to create a completely new life.

You have been wracked with guilt

over the massacre for over a year.

And the last thing you said before you started

was that your wife is too good for you.

Sarah, don't you see?

The program created a world where I'm dead and you're...

tortured with guilt,

because that's what it thinks

you want deep down.

Here's what we're gonna do.

Tomorrow we'll go back to the medical bay

and wipe any trace of the program from your implants.

If we have to, we'll fucking rip them out

and get you new ones.

I don't know about that.

You have to trust me.

[***]

Do you trust me?

Yes.

I-- Yes, I trust you.

[***]

[MUG CLINKS]

[DISK BEEPS]

[BIRDS CHIRPING]

[MELLOW ROCK SONG PLAYING ON JUKEBOX]

[PEOPLE CHATTERING INDISTINCTLY]

Ah, welcome back, Mr. Miller.

The usual?

What?

VICTOR: Do you want the usual?

What you normally get?

I've been here before. You know that.

What's going on here?

This guy messing with you? You fucking with my friend, Vic?

Hm? Well, a little.

Jesus Christ.

A couple of Cold War Combos. VICTOR: You got it.

I got some news.

So Malia tells me that the Feds

don't have enough to press charges.

So good news on that front.

[SIGHS] Yeah...

that's good.

Ready for the bad news?

Colin left the country.

He's gone.

He's probably in, I don't know,

Jakarta or wherever the hell...

Jakarta or, um... Singapore.

Yeah, I guess.

[SIGHS]

Did you spit in this one?

VICTOR: Enjoy. Ha-ha-ha.

[***]

[INDISTINCT CHATTER]

[LIVELY ROCK SONG PLAYING ON JUKEBOX]

* Whoa, oh, oh

* There she stood

They're fries...

not fingers.

What the hell are you talking about?

* I said, Hey, what is this? Now baby, maybe *

* Maybe she's In need of a kiss *

I've been here before.

Yeah, you have. We come here all the time

* Maybe we can See things the same *

I remember. I-- I--

I remember everything.

CHRIS: Hey, George? George?

* Let's move before they Raise the parking rate *

I know what's going on.

* All right now, baby It's all right now *

I know what's going on.

[***]

Where are you going, George?

George?

[***]

How did I know you would be standing right there

waiting for me when I got home?

Chris called.

He's worried about you.

I bet he is.

That's all right.

He won't have to worry about me for too much longer.

You either, actually.

What's that supposed to mean?

Nothing.

[LAUGHS] I'm selling the company, okay?

What? To who?

Doesn't matter. To whomever.

We can sell all the assets,

give the money to charity. I don't really care.

You're crazy. Yeah.

That all depends on how you define crazy.

Okay.

Where is it?

Where's what?

You know what. Where is it?

I thought you weren't gonna do that anymore.

Well, I changed my mind.

Why don't we just sit down and talk about this?

No, you're not my therapist, remember?

No, I'm your friend.

I don't need a friend, Paula. I need my headset.

Why?

Because it's the easiest way for me to get out of...

this world and get back to my real life.

I mean, vacation's over, Paula.

I just need to get back to the real world--

This is the real world, George.

I can't believe I'm here having an argument with a fantasy.

Just tell me where my headset is,

so I can go home, please.

You wanna go home? To your wife?

To the one place in the entire world

where your Katie is still alive.

[SHOUTS] Where's my fucking headset?

Your cerebral cortex will be permanently damaged.

You may never wake up.

That's all right.

Because guess what? It turns out

I've got a pretty damn good life there.

A little too good, isn't it, George?

A little too perfect?

Ha, that's funny, I said the same exact words to Katie...

but she was the real Katie.

If she's so real, why do you need

a pretend headset to get back to her?

Why don't you just

click your heels together or something?

I don't know.

Maybe something's wrong with the simulation.

Katie said it wasn't ready for the market yet,

but all I know...

is I put this thing on here...

and when I wake up, I'm in the real world.

Or it lets you escape the real world, George.

You're a simulation.

You're never coming back, right?

Even you admit that once you press that button,

you're never coming back.

You're damn right. Before you do something

we know will be permanent,

you need to hear me out one last time,

for old time's sake.

You and me...

We've got history in this world.

We were having an affair when Katie disappeared.

We were gonna end it, we kept telling each other.

I think we might have meant it.

You loved your wife...

and I didn't want to be the other woman.

But before we had a chance to act on that one

small bit of moral courage,

she vanished.

Colin, or whatever his name is,

he wanted the software you developed for the NSA.

Software...

The most powerful software decryption ever developed.

And Colin knew if he got it, he could do almost anything.

Hack the entire U.S. intelligence community

maybe even get his hands on the U.S. nuclear launch codes.

You understood the stakes, so you wouldn't let him have it.

You offered him billions to let Katie go.

But he didn't want money.

He wanted to show you he couldn't be bought.

That's when you started developing the headset.

No, no, no. That's when you started talking

about needing a vacation.

No, no, no. This isn't real.

This isn't real. You're a fan-- Think about this for a moment

Really think. You're a fantasy.

One of these worlds is a fantasy

drawn from your own mind.

Which is more likely, George?

A fantasy where you're heartbroken

because your wife has been brutally murdered,

or a fantasy where you're happy

and everything is perfect

because your wife is still alive?

[INHALES SHARPLY] That's not-- This isn't right.

This isn't real.

Okay, fine. It's your choice.

I'm not gonna stop you.

You put that thing on,

and you could end up in a permanent coma.

Hey, at least you'll be having

hot lesbian sex in some sci-fi paradise.

Or you can stay here with me,

and we face the pain and the horror of this

in the real world together.

No, I'm not really selling this, I know.

I think that's why I went into medicine

and not marketing.

[SIGHS]

[***]

I don't...

deserve that life.

[VOICE CRACKS] I never did.

Neither of us do.

This is what we deserve, to live here.

Punishment for our sins.

[HEART MONITOR BEEPING] KATIE: Sarah!

Sarah?

Sarah?

Sarah?

Sarah, I'm right here, baby.

I am right here, so you come back to me, okay?

Sarah, I'm right here.

I'm right here, baby,

don't you dare fucking leave me here.

Her neuronal pathways have shut down.

I'm sorry, there's nothing we can do.

[***]

Why would she choose that life?

KATIE: She wanted to be punished.

For her sins...

Real and imagined

Surviving.

Being happy.

MARIO: Being happy is not a sin.

KATIE: We're all sinners.

And we all think we need to be punished.

Even if our sins don't exist.

[***]