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[dramatic music builds]

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[crackling]

[crackling]

[crackling]

[crackling continues]

- [gasps]

[breathing heavily]
[crackling continues]

Excuse me, something
is happening...

What the...?

[building crackling]
[tense music builds]

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[distant car horn sounding]

[car horns sounding]

[gasping]

[dramatic music swells]

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[building crackling]

[eerie laughing echoes]

[eerie laughing echoes]

[high pitched ringing]
[grunting in pain]

- Yeah, he's the one!

- Pick him up,
you fucking weakling!

Pilot, get him to the stairs!
- Go!

- Now take him.
- Go!

- Come on! Move it!
- Lets move!

- [grunting]

- Move!

Hurry!
- He's shell-shocked!

[dramatic orchestral music]

♪♪

- Fucking Astronomer,

it's impossible to understand
this shit.

- Come with me!

- Come on!

- Just follow us,
got it?

Come on, jump!

[grunting in effort]

- Let's move!

[gun clicks]

[gun shot]

Let's go!
Move out!

[all panting]

Come on.
That's it.

- Fuck.
We're done for.

There's no way out.

- Told you so.
I told you...

- Hey, don't...

[device clicks/beeps]

[explosion]

- There's not much time!

- From now on...

...you're on your own.

- Wait!

Who are you?

At least tell me.

Where are we going?

- Why, you wanna stay?

- [scoffs]

- What happened to me?
- How am I supposed to know?

Car accident maybe
or maybe an OD...

- Am I dead?

- Coma.

- You saying this is like
a dream?

- It's memories.

- Whose memories?
- Everyone in a coma.

Everyone who's in a coma
comes to the same place-- here.

Our brain stores memories like
an electromagnetic field.

And if you're in a coma,
they become your reality.

Like changing stations
on a radio.

Look at that.

Buildings, objects, people...

What we remember is here.

What we don't remember
or never knew, doesn't exist.

Everything you're staring at...

...memories.

- It doesn't makes sense.

What those people
in the street?

- They aren't people.

I'm telling you,
these are memories.

- Ok, and what about
that black creature?

Is that a memory, too?

- Hold on.

Hold on!

- Goddammit, Private Fly!

Make sure the perimeter is safe
or should I do it?

- I already completed it.

- Then do it the fuck again.

- Where are we supposed
to be going anyway?

[dramatic music builds]

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- What, does this thing fly?
- Get the fuck in there.

- Think wormhole, but actually,
it's a memory gap.

One person remembers
the bus near a building,

for someone else,
it's in a field.

The memories get all jumbled.

- Where is he?
Where's Pilot?

- He distract the Reapers
with a whistle.

Otherwise we would have
bitten the dust.

- You let him do that...

You do that,
you son-of-a-bitch!
- Hey!

I told everyone, if we go there,
it's gonna be dangerous.

And the fucking map you drew
was bullshit.

- There wasn't enough time,
I told you.

Everything has changed.
You were rushing me!

- What the hell are we
doing there anyway?

- It was worth it...

...believe me.

Fly, show him around.
And get him settled in upstairs.

- Let's go.

- The show is over!
Now get back to work!

Tank, what's up
with that path?

You waiting for the
fucking Reapers to come over?

Go blow it up already!

- We're running low
on explosives.

We need to ration them.

- Ration my ass.
Didn't you see how they jump?

- We blow up all the paths
leading to our base here.

But of course, someone
always remembers them,

so they reappear.

In order to contain
the Reapers,

we're on constant alert.

We take turns
keeping watch here.

Yan says there's
an island in Coma

that doesn't have
any Reapers on it.

We're always on
the lookout for people

who can help us get there.

He's got a good feeling
about you, for some reason.

You need to eat
and drink here.

Hunger, cold,
yeah they're memories

but everything is like
in reality,

so we have to leave
the base sometimes.

Those of us from the squad,
go out for supplies.

- I don't remember
what my name was.
- Nobody does.

By the way,
give yourself a nickname

before someone
chooses one for you.

- Jesus fucking Christ!

This is a dream....
It's a... It's like a dream.

- Hey!

A person just died
to save your frickin' life.

Believe me,

you can't wake up.
Now except that.

Your body is somewhere
in a coma and you're here.

You can't change that.

[distant rattling]

- And what's this?

- Dreams.

They materialize
when we're asleep.

They're like remnants
from reality.

It's normal here.

This is where Gnome lives,
Tank is here, then Spirit,

The Astronomer,
me, Phantom.

The rest live downstairs.

You'll receive clothes
and ammo from Tank.

- You and Phantom
are a couple?

- What?

- [scoffs]

It's empty.

- Spend a couple
of weeks here

and the room
will start to get filled.

Go on it, it's yours.

Usually a newcomer goes
through a kind of an initiation.

But in your case Yan decided

to let you be a part
of the squad right away.

- You mean, uh,
the man on the balcony.

Is that right?
I'm guessing he's the leader.

- He's been here
the longest.

And he was out
of his Coma once.

That's how we know
what this world is.

He taught us how
to survive here.

All of us here,
owe him our lives.

That means you as well.

Alright then,
you get some rest now.

We'll test your metal
tomorrow.

Me and Phantom
are not together.

- No, that's not what I meant--
- Even though that's what
he likes to think.

That's not how it is.

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[sighs deeply]

[eerie music]

♪♪

[crackling]

[thud]

[gasping]
[panting]

- Whoa!

You really are
something special.

Don't even think
of going back there.

Dreams are tricky.
You can get lost.

And then there's
no way out.

So, how are you?
You settling in ok?

- As far as I can tell.
- Don't bullshit me.

Everyone here goes
mental at first.

Listen, I was a little hard
on you back there.

No hard feelings, ok?
- Yeah, all cool.

- Peace?

- Peace.

- Listen up,

Yan, he's got this island
thing he's pursuing.

It's a big deal
about chosen ones.

Well, not my business.
Really, ok by me.

I got people
to take care of.

Discipline's important
to keeping control...

- Yo, Gnome,
I'm totally with you.

- Good man.

I liked you from the start.

You're smarter
than the others.

And stay away from my girl.

I like her, bro.

She's acting out now.
That's ok.

We're like,
almost there, you know.

- Hmm,
I don't know about that.

- [sniffs]

Yan might see
something in you.

He's not perfect.

He's made mistakes
in the past, he has.

But um... I'm the one
leading the squad, right?

Not him.

And to think
we should be buddies,

and yet you're
so fucking rude.

- All I wanted to say is that
she should decide for herself.

- You haven't figured out
jack shit, have you?

- Get up.
- What for?

- Stand up, soldier!

On the double!

Everyone's tired
of waiting for you.

- In Coma some people
develop unique abilities.

It depends on
how they think

and what they're good at.

Like Spirit here,

has the ability to sense
if there's danger.

He can also summon ghosts.

The Astronomer creates
maps for us

and Pilot can locate new people
who just arrived here.

In order to discover
those abilities,

a person needs
a little push.

To be put in danger.

[whistles]

[gun clinks]

I'm wondering what your
special ability is going to be.

Gnome, give us another shot!

[tense digital music]

♪♪

[gun fires]
[thud]

Hey!
Get your shit together!

Try defending yourself.

[gun clicks]

[gun fires]
[thud]

So far so bad.

But you know,
sometimes these abilities

don't reveal themselves...

...until you're in a real
combat situation out there.

That's what happened to me,
for instance.

But we're not animals who
are gonna send you

straight out to battle.

My friend Gnome
built me a training machine.

Bring me your little toy,
Gnome!

I said, go get it.

[machine whirring]

- [grunts in pain]

[machine whirring increases]

[grunts]

- It's an enemy
for Christ's sake!

[thud]
- [grunts]

- Attack it!

Fight back!
You can do it!

[machine whirring]

[thud]

[machine powering down]

Why didn't you
defend yourself?

What did you do
for a living, huh?

- An architect,
I believe.

- Cable!
He's on your team now.

I don't think we've
had an architect here yet.

[distant screeching]

[explosion]

[thud]
[glass breaking]

- Afternoon shift!
Wake up everybody!

Let's go! Let's go!
Off to work!

[construction noises]

[grunting in effort]

- A little bit higher!
A little higher!

[grunting in effort]

- Cable!

We're going to see
your submarine, huh.

To get the explosives on it.
We're running low.

You coming?

- Aye aye, Commander!

- Keep working, Architect.

We don't want no fucking
freeloaders here.

- Hey.

You can't just sit around!
Now get back to work here.

What's going on, huh?

Because you're probably like,
one of the lucky ones,

you know,
if you think about it.

- What makes me so lucky?

- Yeah, you may not have those,
you know, super powers,

and all that stuff like that.

Eh, there are plenty of us
that didn't pass the test.

It would've been
a mistake to take us.

At least we don't
have to go out there.

You're a lot safer anyway,
working here!

So live your life!

Huh? And then you can move on
with your life and all.

You know, when you're out of
the coma and back in life.

Whole other world.

- That may take a while.

Time flows differently here.

We're not exactly sure
about this...

...but it seems to be
in a ratio of 1 to 100.

Which means one day in reality
is several months in Coma.

I've been here
for 15 years,

you can live here
thousands of years.

The question is,

what do you want to do with
all that time on your hands?

- You're the one
who had me saved,

why don't you tell me what my
reason here is supposed to be.

- It doesn't matter.

We want to be here is for you
to determine yourself.

You can can get by
doing menial work

or you can explore
your abilities

and we'll see what happens.

Sometimes...

...sometimes it's hard
to recognize what's going on

certainly in the beginning.

You feel like you should
be able to do something

and then nothing
comes of it.

- Yeah um, I think it must have
been a building I finished,

but I don't know how.

I want to try to build
something here

and nothing works out at all.

- Well, Phantom wasn't lying.

Sometimes we don't know
what our additional powers are

until we're out there.

But if you're new here,
of course, it's way too risky.

In his case,
it worked out just fine.

My god,
take a look at him,

superhuman strength, speed.

Natural leader for us here.

I've seen a lot of people
come and go

and I'd say there's
a deeper reason

as to why we're all here.

My take,

everyone who's here didn't
quite make it in the real world.

They didn't have
a future there.

- Yeah, but I got like,
no idea about myself.

It's all just like
a vague recollection.

- Maybe that's for the best.

- How is that?

- Without the burden
of memories,

we're a clean slate,
we can have a fresh start.

Nobody can tell you
who you are but you yourself.

This world is created
by our thoughts.

The rules are different here.
- Grip it firmly.

- And here,
unlike in reality,

you can do whatever
the hell you want.

But that doesn't mean,

is that you shouldn't
do anything.

- Grip it as hard as you can.
You got it?

- Yeah.
- Hold on a second.
A little straighter.

What do you want?

- I'd like to go with you.

- What?
You should know your rank.

- Take him with you.

- What for?

- You're gonna take him
because I asked you to.

- He'll get killed.

- So be it.

We have enough people
for the manual labor here.

- Listen up...

- I got a meeting now,
I'll be right back.

- Excuse me, would it be
possible for me to try the gun?

[rousing digital music]

♪♪

[music builds]

♪♪

- That's the tunnel Gnome
was talking about.

- Yeah! That's my tunnel.
- We turn here.

- I'm sorry,
but why is it "Gnome's tunnel"?

- Because I the one
who remembered it.

Just like I'm the one
who remembers that shit

we're going to see.
She's a beauty.

- This world is made up
of memories.

Every once in a while
they can figure out

the person it belong to.

- By the way, the Astronomer
has this whole theory

about out dreams.

Ask him about it.
It's way out there.

Come on.
Tell us, Astronomer.

- I heard that it was
a lot for you?
- What, dreams?

- Yeah, in your room.
- Well, yeah.

- Because in Coma
there's consciousness

and then who we are.

Here we lose our memories.
We've lose ourselves.

Got it?

- Well...
- In dreams though,

there's tons of information

about what we remember
from real life.

Even this place,
where we are now,

exists in your dreams.

You find yourself dreaming
about your dreams.

- Ah, so that way you can
come out of the coma?
- What are you talking about?

Yan's already told you.

Anyone who tries to enter
his dreams and leave Coma die.

- What's so hard to get?
- That doesn't necessarily mean
it's impossible.

- Who the fuck asked you, huh?

- Reapers!

- No, no.
It's safe.

It'd be like, maybe
a two-day detour to here.

- Can they see us?
- They sense us.

- We produce a signal,
a frequency.

- That's why I made the whistle.
- What do you mean whistle?

- So that in
a worst case scenario,

they're only drawn
to one of us.

- Like Pilot, yeah.

- When you turn on the whistle
it attracts the Reapers.

Then you blow yourself up
with dynamite

and take them down.

- If this world is made
of memories,

then how did they get here?

It doesn't make sense.

- It's us.

- What do you mean?

- Coma patients.

Technically they're
brain dead,

however life support
is still on.

The relatives can't let go.

The dead brain
manifests itself into that.

- They're in a perpetual
state of decay...

...they're time eternal.

But they're able
to turn the living into

the same black shit
they are made of.

- I'd rather have life support
turned off than be that.

- Enough of this shit!
Let's move out!

[dramatic music builds]

♪♪

Time to play!
[laughs]

[whistles]

Hey Architect, bring an extra
pair of underwear?

- Yeah, they're trigger-happy
band of guys, they are.

- Who are you talking about?
- Security guards.

- They're from his memory.
- Why would they shoot us?

- They shoot at all strangers.

That's how I remember it.

- Now listen up,
take this.

If you twist it here and
it'll boost up your bio-signal.

It'll attract the Reapers,
like bees to honey.

- Got it.
- Don't worry.

There are no Reapers here.

But don't start firing guns
for no reason.

- Loser Astronomer.

We more likely
to die of boredom

than from any Reapers.

Ok, enough fucking around,
bitches!

I'm leading.
Tank, stay behind and cover me.

Spirit, get over there
and distract them.

Front and back.

The rest of you bastards can
stay the fuck out of the way.

Any questions?
No fucking way.

Let's do this!

- Freeze!

[gun shots]

[grunts]

[adventurous music]

♪♪

- Did you work
in this factory?

What is this frickin' place?

- A lot of factories
are mixed up in here.

It's a combined
of different memories.

- There!

That's the the hangar!

I can remember it now!

We have to find
the secret door.

- They just about finished
with their rounds.

We have 30 seconds
to get past them.

Not yet, Phantom!
Phantom!

[grenade pin clicking]

[grunts]

[explosion]
[screaming]

[alarm sounding]

[gun shots]

- Come on!
- I said freeze, motherfucker!

[grunting in effort]

[gun shots]

- Tank, throw a grenade!

- It's too far, I won't make it!
- Goddamn it! Just throw it!

[grunts in effort]
[alarm sounding]

[explosion]

- [laughs]

[gun shot]

[bone breaking]

- [laughs]

Tank!

Cover me!
Going up!

- Gotcha!

- You got to stay back,
Tank!

[truck engine revving]

[gun shots]

- Whoo-hoo!

- Get down!

[gun shots]

- Spirit!

- Here...

- Huh. Ok.

[grunting in effort]

[gun shot]

- What the hell was that!
For Christ's fucking sake!

Are you trying to get
us all killed!

- [spits]

Why are you so nervous?

- Calm down!
- We've called all the Reapers
to this location!

- Spirit?
- I don't perceive
any of them yet.

[thud]

- Listen...

...I'm in charge here.

- [grunting in pain]

- If you ever scream
at me again,

I will break you
limb by limb.

I'm am the commander here!

Do you share this opinion?

I can't hear you!

[gate creaks open]

- Hey!

I got it!

- Come here.

You ok?

- That I really
can't remember.

- The explosives
in just one torpedo

would be enough
for a month.

- Cable, get to it.
- Yeah.

I'm on it!

Come on, come on!
Come on!

Easy, easy!
Easy!

Easy.

Slowly. Come on.
Come on, come on.

- Let me heal that.

- It's nothing.

- Come on.

Let me take a look
at your hand as well.

- I just said it's nothing!

- Thanks.

[thud]
- I said careful here!

Careful, you blockhead!
Hold it tighter!

One false move
and we're blown to bits

in a matter of seconds!

- Fucking Coma!

- I've seen this before.
The country I know...

...but I can't remember
what it is.

- What's going on?

- Everything is strange here,
right?

Like a dream.

You should be able to feel
whats around you...

- They're here!
- Don't say I didn't tell you.

- How far?

- Around 500 meters!
- Get it down!

- No can do!

I need a minute here,
at least!

- Down! Both of you!
- I need another minute!

Commander, my ass!

- I'll finish it myself.

[welder buzzing]

- He won't make it.

- Now what?
I hope you're happy.

- [trembling]

- Hold it for as long as
you can, buddy. Got it?

Gnome stays here,
the rest follow me!

- No way he can get it
down by himself!
- What about Cable?

- No discussions,
obey the fucking order!

On three. One, two,

three. Now move!

[dramatic music]

♪♪

- Stop!
Get back here and hold this!

[dramatic music]

♪♪

Jesus Christ,
we can't hold this!

- I said, move!

Come back here!

- Come on!
- Get back!

[dramatic music continues]

♪♪

Everyone get back!

[welder buzzing]

You little piece of--

[gun shot]
- Don't you dare!

- [gasps]

- Get this to the exit.

Move it!

["For Sentimental Reasons"
by The Ink Spots]

♪♪

- I look up
and while you guys are running,

the stupid thing starts sliding
down, dragging me with it.

And as I'm riding it,
I'm thinking, "This is it."

But then the sparks,
this ramp... Kaboom!

My first thought,
"I'm dead, it exploded."

Rest in piece, Cable.

Who knows what the hell
dying in Coma is like?

Architect, you fool!

Why didn't you run
with the rest of the squad?

It was an order
for Christ's sake!

- That gives me an idea...

Could you build a wall,
if needed,

if we're in combat,
fighting?

- Yeah.

- Maybe a bridge
or something like that?

- Maybe a bridge, I guess.
Yeah.

[chuckles]
- Attaboy!

That'll be useful to us,
Architect.

We can go to fucking places
we never dared to go before.

- And I'm thinking...

...there's a better way
for us to make use

of this special talent of his.

For a long time, we were
trying to find a place

to hide from the Reapers.

Some place isolated.

But it's difficult,

because we remember
not only the place,

[music stops]
but the path that leads us
to the place as well.

Isn't that right,
Astronomer?

But what if the place
wasn't built

using our memories,

but our imagination.

What if we started
from scratch, no memories.

What if we designed
an island

that was never seen before.

A place that wasn't
attached to any memories.

That would make is safe,
wouldn't it?

I told you that I...

...would lead you all to
a safe place.

And here's the man
who will build it for us.

- You mean really?
A whole frickin' island?

- You in?

- I can do it.

- The best time for us to
head out would be right now.

- Hey Yan, shouldn't me and you
discuss that first?

We need time to prepare
for this.
- What do you think, Astronomer?

- If we're going to be leaving,
all of us as one big group,

it means we're
going to need a route

that's absolutely safe
from Reapers.

- Like we haven't had
in a while.
- That's so theoretical.

- It's all bullshit, Yan.
- Consider this,

are explosives supply
is running real low.

What are chances of surviving
here when we're out?

- Sooner or later Reapers
will see us entering

or leaving the bus.

And then what?

We leave tomorrow.

I want you
to be squad leader.

- Yan...

Yan, I might've overstepped
my boundaries today, but--

- You were reckless
and brought on the Reapers.

You endangered
the whole squad.

- This is not what we
agreed upon.

It's my place to lead.

- This mission is way
too important.

- Important mission?

Well maybe they should hear
about some of the other things

we were talking about.
- Muzzle it, Phantom!

Why aren't we partying, huh?

[chuckles]

Tomorrow is a big day.
Right, Architect?

- Shit!

- What are you doing?

- Ooh, you scared me.

I'm just messing around.

- You're building what?

- Well I'm trying.

- Can I watch?

- I'm almost done,
actually.

- It looks like
it doesn't work.

- No, no problem.

- And how come
you told everyone

you were going to build
that island for us?

At the submarine you were
yelling for everyone

to get back.

You were afraid the whole
thing could maybe collapsed.

You would've killed us.

I'm done here.

- But wait,
you made it work.

- You made it this far
without me...

- Just figure out
what went wrong.

Hey, wait a sec!
You were concentrating.

Did something with your
hands and something appeared.

- Yes and the ramp appeared.

What's the point
of discussing it right now?

- No, a blueprint appeared.

[whispers]
- Appeared...

[whispers]
The blueprint appeared...

Yeah, I need to imagine
the entire construction map.

The 3D layout...

[digital whirring]

What kind of house do you
want me to build for you

on my island?

- They say you have a room
full of memories.

- That's right.

- I'd be interested
in taking a look.

Wow!

You have so many.
I only have a few in my room.

- Does that mean you don't
remember anything?

- No, just feelings.

Was this an accident
you were in?

- Yeah, I was being driven
to a meeting with a client,

but it turned out
it was kinda a trap.

- A trap for an architect?

- Yeah, I hear you,
it sounds bizarre.

- And this woman?
Were you close?

- I'm not sure,

and it's not really important,

- because my life is here now.
- But you wanted to wake up
so bad.

- Yeah, yeah, I know.
But...

Yeah, it was like I met you here
and for the first time

I can be who
I really want to be.

Like Yan said.

If we don't remember anything,

we can start a life
all over again.

And become the person,

you know, the individual
that we always aspire to.

I'm talking nonsense, huh?
- No.

I have that feeling, too.

- Then you can
remember something.

- Memories.

I remember I couldn't
be together

with the one
I wanted to be.

Here it's possible.

- During the trek,

you're gonna have
to follow orders.

Make sure you stay in line,
but keep your distance.

- Can we carry guns?
- No, we won't be needing them.

There are no Reapers
on the route we're taking.

- Here is where we want
to build the island.

We approach from behind
these hills here.

They won't even notice us.

- What if you missed
the route?

- I know them like
the back of my hand.

The dangerous parts have been
cleared and double checked.

- Seems about right.
I would sense them...

...and I'm not sensing them.

- Hey Phantom, listen up.

Fuse wires. Should I pack them?
Are we need them?

- Why don't you ask
the Astronomer.

He's the one
leading the squad.

- Alright.

[tense music]

♪♪

- Um, uh, I have got a minor
kind of question.

Which is, what am I supposed
to build on this island?

- You're the architect,
you can decide.
- Well there is one project,

although it's not
technically mine,

the client might be
against me sharing it.

- In your position,

I think you can call the client
and say, "kiss my ass."

- I don't know anything
about your project.

but let me tell you though,
I would like my own workshop.

- With a lot of power tools
and a case of beer.
- Aw, can I have a jacuzzi?

- I want a weight room!
- Whoa, guys, whoa!
Too many requests!

One at a time now.

- They're here!

- No, that's impossible.

The maps are up to date.
Are you sure?

- I say what I sense.
- Shit!

- That's the Reapers for you.

- With so many people
and so much equipment,

we can't move very quickly!

Should we head back?

- We won't have an opportunity
to get there for a while,

I'd say it's up to you.

- Phantom.

You're more experienced than I.
What do you think?

- We're going to need
another path there,

so probably we should split up,
do some reconnaissance

and then meet back here.

- Makes sense.

Two of us should stay,
to look after everyone.

- I'll stay here
with the Architect.

- The Architect is not
going to be able to help you.

He doesn't know how to shoot,
has zero experience.

Tank would be better.

- Or I'll stay if you like.
- No.

- Nothing will happen to him!

Just a bit of scouting,
here we have civilians.

- I said no!

- Count me in.
I'll be fine.

- Tank stays here.

Architect,
go to the top of that hill.

When you see the airplane,
you come right back. Got it?

The rest of you spread out
in different directions.

[pensive music]

♪♪

[eerie music]

♪♪

[distant explosion]

- Tank, what are you
doing here?

- We gotta move quickly.
Yan sent me for you.

Watch out!

Reapers!
About 300 meters!

We gotta head out!

- Give me that!
- What...

What are you doing?
- Give me that!

I said give me that!
- What the hell is this?

- Let him fucking go!

[digital beeping]

- Where did you get it?

- You fucking planted it!
- You set us all up to die!

- I didn't want to.
We need to leave.

Hey, I know what
you're thinking.

You don't know
what's happening here.

I'm not the one who... who
put is here in the first place.

It was...
it was him all along.

[gun shot]

We need to leave.

We need to be leaving
here right away.

- Reapers!
Reapers!

- Astronomer!
Get everyone to safety!

- Right, listen up everyone!
Get rid of the heavy gear!

- [screaming]

- Cable!

[gun fire]

[all screaming]

[digital whirring]

- Architect, to the bus!
Hurry!

Tank, take him!

[all screaming]

[digital beeping]

- Hey.

Hey!

Hey!

Hey!

- The Reaper whistle
drew them here.

- Behind us!

- This is it, buddies.

- That way!

[explosion]

- Let's go!

[deep breathing]

[life support beeping]

- We're almost there.

- Have they given you
any money yet?
- Forget about money.

Unlike the other idiots
out there,

they're interested
in a project

and my ideas will bring
something new.

This is a big chance for me!

- Come on, just because
they told you were cool,

and how great
your project is.

Have you lost your mind
or what?

Are you that gullible?

This isn't any old client,
it's a sect.

It's like,
all over the news.

They're probably using you.

Who know's what
they're planning to do

with all your ideas.

- The Teacher loves you
and all of his followers.

The Teacher sets you free!
Follow his calling.

- Read what the Teacher
says about you!
- Holy shit!

- A path to a new life
will open up to you!

- The Teacher sets you free!

The Teacher loves you.

The Teacher sets you free.

- Is that him?
- How do I know!

- You don't know
what he looks like?

- We just wrote to each other,
that's it, ok!

- Uh...

We were told
you'd be arriving alone.

- Yeah, but he's not alone!
- Can you please calm down.

- We can only let you in
on your own.

My really sorry,
we have strict rules.

- You're the one I should see?
- No, of course not.

Why don't you think of me
as a disciple.

I was the person who
sent you the letter though.

Our Teacher awaits
your presence inside.

- Please don't--
- You gotta be kidding me.

- You need to stay
in the car and wait.

- Hold on.
- What?

- Here, I want you
to have this.

- So... what is this place?
A hospital?

- It used to be.
Until we took it over.

Follow me, please.

- Brilliant. How long have
you had these plans?

- Um...
since I was a student.

- And yet people continue
building these ugly boxes.

- Yeah, yeah,
you're absolutely right,

it makes no sense to me.

I've submitted them all over

and no one out there
is even interested.

- Yeah.
You're absolutely right.

I've submitted them all over

and the world will never be able
to recognize something inspired

even if it was...
...was a 100 times better.

- Would you really be able
to build what I'm proposing?

- Hmm.

Allow me to show
you something.

- Uh... excuse me,

what exactly does your
organization do?

You know, there's a lot
of rumors out there.

- We give people
the gift of a new life.

Like it says
on the billboard.

[keypad beeping]

You'll see everything
for yourself.

While studying the cerebral
physiology of the brain,

I discovered that in a state
of a deep coma,

we have access
to a variable world

no one knows about.

And I swear to you on
the soul of my mother

that this world is better
than consensus reality.

- What do you mean, dreams?

- It's impossible to explain.

Would you like to
try it out now?

- Uh, I'm in a hurry,
I've got to be somewhere.

- It won't take
but a minute.

I'm sure you'll like it!

[stun gun buzzing]

- Get back!
Both of you!

[keypad beeping]

[stun gun buzzing]

[tires squealing]
[thud]

- What's going on?

What happened?
- Come on! Go! Go! Go!

[engine racing]

- I just ran a person over!

- Go! Go! Go!
- I told you they were lying,

but you can never listen!

Why can't you ever listen
to anyone--

[truck horn sounding]
[glass breaking]

- That's right.
She was put in a coma

just a couple of hours
before you.

But there,
months have passed.

Extraordinary, isn't it?

- Who the hell are you?

- A group of scientists
that want to give

a new world to people.

- And that spiritual
teaching?

- It helps to finance
the project.

My research was considered
lacking in perspective

so I had to find a way
to finance the whole thing.

And as a wise man
once said,

"If you want to get rich,
create your own religion."

And in truth,
it was a lot easier

than I thought it would be.

- Was your promise to build
a city of mine a lie?
- Of course not.

The plans are real.

I've put together
a group of people

that have specific brain
pathologies,

that are unique to them

so they could survive
in a coma.

And I found an artist
with a singular memory

and an amazing imagination
for a project,

that would mean
realizing his dreams.

- What for?

- It's obvious.
To live there happily.

- A fantasy world?

Mankind has know for ages

that there are other
worlds out there.

Coma was visited
by many Ancient rulers

of many cultures.

But the truth is,
modern medicine

has filled this world
with corpses, they're Reapers.

And all these souls
that should be dead

suddenly found
a reason to live.

You were happy there
yourself, right?

You're a successful
architect there.

What are you going
to build here,

a set of row houses?

If you ever get lucky.

- Did you give them
the same shots as me?

- A more robust one,
that works faster.

- Maybe you should have
asked them first!

You know, Phantom fully
recovered his memory.

He remembered
how he got here

and who he was.

But he didn't want
to wake up.

But then a Reaper
got to him.

Which physiological speaking

initiated a necrosis
of brain tissue.

He panicked,

threaten he would reveal
the truth to everyone.

But in the end he killed
a bunch of people

and almost spoiled
everything.

I barely got you
out of there.

So if you could
remain ignorant,

that'll solve your problems.

- And... all the people
out there, your followers,

you're gonna take them
with you to Coma as well?

- Well someone's
got to support life.

- Slaves.

But do they know that they
will be put into a coma?

- In return I give people an
infinite life full of meaning.

What's wrong with that?

Everyone gets what
they want in Coma.

One person is a commander
or spiritual leader,

and another person needs
to be a great architect.

- You're fucking demented,
man!

It's a dream world.
Are you aware of that?

- Oh, good God.
That's not important.

- That's it,
I'm out of here.

This is...
Please, let me go.

Let us all go.

- Knowledge is the source
of all problems.

I'm going to need you to
finish that project for me.

- I am not going back there.

- You know, when a person's
been touched by a Reaper,

within a couple of minutes,
their brain is dead.

Where did you leave her
in a field?

That's strange,
but it's pretty normal.

Well you know, sometimes
the necrosis is reversible.
- Shut up!

Let her go!
She's not a part of this!

- I wanted you
to come alone.

You're the one who started
the road race here.

I'd say you're responsible
for all of this.

Get the island and the city
on top of it completed

and then I will let
both of you go.

- And you'll let
all of us go!

You've got my word of honor,

not to keep anyone
against their will.

[eerie music]

♪♪

You will wake up
in your apartment.

The brain is drawn
to the strongest

and most powerful memories.

And this time, you will find
that your memory

will recover faster.

You will find Astronomer.

The coordinates of where
to build the city

are on his map.
- What if I don't make it there?
[gasps]

- You will.

This stimulation
you just received

will make your brain
work more intensely.

It may damage your health,
in the long run,

but you'll be like Superman
for a little while.

- Wait, hold on, how will they
know when it's time

to get out of the coma?

- Hard to say.
[chuckles]

There is a way.
From the inside.

A back door of sorts.

You do everything I ask
and I'll show it to you.

Think about it.

I made it back here
safe and sound, didn't I.

Sleep.

[ventilator whirring]

[dramatic digital music]

♪♪

- Get down!

[explosion]

That's it.
We have one last grenade.

- Maybe we should use it
on ourselves?

[distant rumbling]

- This world...

...everything is not
what you thought it was,

what we think is around us.

Uh, so let's move out.

We gotta move, peeps!

[ventilator whirring]

- A lot of people resist
in the beginning.

Maybe you should
give him some more time.

- No.

You'll do what
I told you to do.

- This is it.

The place Yan chose.

He said it was majestic.

- [coughing]

- What's wrong?
You alright?

- [chuckling]

I'm ok.
I'm just a little tired.

But once I'm on this island,
I'll be chill.

- We are almost there.

I was waiting for this.

Yan ended up
being completely right.

- Don't you get it?

Can't you grasp that
we that we are laying

in the basement
of that psychopath?

There isn't any island
and there never will be.

This is just a dream!

Yo man, it's hard to believe,
I understand,

but after you've seen it
with your own eyes,

and everyone is like, frickin'
laying there, you just--

- So you told them after all.

They've been through
so much already.

That's not really
fair of you.

- Where do you want it?

- The bridge should start
right here.

Make it happen.

[digital whirring]

[dramatic music builds]

♪♪

"And God beheld
all that he had created,

and it was very good."

[music continues]

♪♪

What do you need reality
for after this?

- Yan, I've built
what you asked for.

Now let us go.

- Spirit.

In life you constantly saw
hallucinations.

You were surrounded
by dead people.

You had spasms and convulsions
almost every day of your life.

You don't have family,
no one,

and you lost
your only child.

I rescued you
from the asylum,

where you would have rotted

till the last
of your dying days.

Tank.

You lost your family
in an accident.

Blind drunk on rotgut.

You tried to shoot
your neighbors.

You would have been
behind bars

or locked up for the rest
of your life in a madhouse.

Astronomer, in real life
you're autistic.

You can't even leave
your house.

Your poor old parents.

What's going to happen to you
when they pass away, huh?

And you have something worse
that's ailing you, Architect.

Your ideas are beautiful,
just way ahead of their time,

so no one wants them

and everyone has abandoned you,
including her,

and she was the last one
you drove away.

There is nobody.

Childish,
an unrecognized genius

moody, with a chip
on his shoulder

and the world is to blame.

I'm sure you
contemplated suicide

long before we contacted you.

This project gave
meaning to your life.

- Have they given you
any money yet?
- Forget about money.

Unlike other idiots out there,
they're interested in a project

and my ideas
will bring something new!

This is a big chance for me!

Yeah, make fun of me.

I swear everything will change
for us after this.

- Huh? For us?
- Mm-hmm.

There isn't any "us".

- Then why are you sitting
in this car with me now.

- Oh, please.
Fuck.

[chuckles]

C'mon, just because they
tell you how cool you are,

and how great
your project is.

- Have you lost your mind,
or what?
- You used to believe in me.

- They won't pay you
and they may even do--

- I don't know.
Something thats even worse.

- Your conscience
bothering you?

Nice car you're driving.

Is it a present
from your new lover...

How else could you pay
for a car like this.

But I promise you,

when I'm famous,
you'll get a new one from me.

- I'm never
helping you again.

- We want to remain here.

- I want to stay, too.

- I won't able
to let you stay.

I'm sorry but you would
reveal everything.

- Who's going to believe us?
- My followers will believe you.

C'mon, you can't hide it
forever. Now can you?

And in heaven,

there's no place for those
who know the secrets

of its creation.

This effects all of you.

Now that you know
the whole truth,

I can't let you live
among the others.

- We promise
not to tell anyone.

- The die is cast.

- [gasps]

Cerebral hypoxy
has been induced.

Your brains will suffocate
for lack of oxygen

and you will all
feel it soon.

[life support beeping]

I don't know who's machine
was unplugged first,

but it's only a matter
of seconds.

So here we have a little more
time to say out last goodbyes.

About fifteen minutes.

- Wait!

- Stay here!
[thud]

- Don't think I wasn't
expecting this.

Brain stimulation
can be tricky,

but I thought it was worth it,
in this case.

I'm on my way.
Adieu.

[dramatic music swells]

♪♪

- Damn!

You warned me about this,
that they would fuck me over.

- What?
- Wake up!
We gotta wake ourselves.

We will wake up
and we will stop him.

The back door!

Astronomer!

How did he mention escape
when the Reapers attacked?

- Dreams.

We dream where we are
laying there, we all do.

Like right now.

So If you can find yourself
in a dream, then--

- That's why he said that
they are dangerous! Dreams!

Why he said they're
fucking dangerous.

C'com, lets go!

- It's not that easy!
- C'mon, c'mon!

We don't have much time,
Astronomer!
- Spirit, let's go!

- Let her be.
Let her be.

[dramatic music]

♪♪

[tense music]

♪♪

- Astronomer, come on.
We need to get into the room.

We gotta move fast!

- They made it before us.

- We can't get past him.
- Fuck!

I got an idea.

[machine whirring]

Come on! Come on!
Hurry!

Hurry!

- What?
- It's not how I remember it.

- These are dreams,
I mentioned that already.

Everything is mixed up here.

Now concentrate
and find the room.

- There, I think
I want to go there.

[waterfall rumbling]

[thunder rumbling]

There was a door
and stairs.

It's not the same!

Could you help me?

- Everything is linked here
by association.

Maybe forget where rooms
are located for a minute.

- How is that?

- Detail!

You need details

that remind you of the room
and help you find it.

[whispers]
- Details...

Yeah, here it is.

It was in a painting.
It was hanging in the room!

- Bravo.

I... got it right.

[crackling]

- Of course he got it right.

The Astronomer is a genius.

Where would we be
without him?

Our memory clings to what
we find most interesting.

And of all things,

you remembered a painting
with a temple.

A true architect.

You know,
I really hoped you'd be

a bit smarter than the rest.

You reminded me of myself
when I was young.

[stone rumbling]

Modern medicine fights
to prolong a persons's life

for a few meager years.

I was able to prolong it
for a thousand.

And you know what?

My own research department
lost it's financing

in order to support studies
for a solution to cellulite.

And I never understood how to
live in a world so foolish,

so petty.

But then I realized
there is another world.

I'm a god there.

[stone rumbling]

- Watch out!

Fly, run!

- I was a doubting Thomas
as well,

afraid it was just
a mere illusion.

But then,
I made a discovery.

Everything that we live for,
all of our emotions

like joy, anger, sorrow,
surprise, happiness,

are nothing more than
electrical signals in our brain.

We measured them on people
in a coma and in real world,

and you know what?

They are absolutely identical.

The life in Coma
is as real as it gets.

End of story.
Simple as that.

[thud]
[grunts in pain]

[dramatic music swells]

♪♪

[liquid swooshing]

[dramatic music continues]

♪♪

[stone rumbling]

- We found it, Fly.

[gasping]

[coughing]

[panting]

[whispering]
Come on.

[whispering]
Come on.

- [gasps]
- Quiet.

[whispering]
Quiet. Quiet.

[whispering]
Breath. Breath.

[whispers]
Just breath. Breath gently.

[whispers]
You'll be ok.

[dramatic music]

♪♪

You and me,
we're going home now.

I need to be quiet.
Can you get up?

Ok, ready?

We're going home now, ok.

Stand up. Stand up.
Stand up.

[hopeful music]

♪♪

[distant muffled TV]

Ok, I'm pretty much almost done,
but I need a break anyway.

So let's take the dog out
for some fresh air.

- Alright, let's grab our coats.
- Mm-hmm.

- Did anyone get back to you
about your proposal?

- Nothing.

- I think maybe it's a question
of how the presentation is done.

- No, everything is fine.
You just have to be realistic.

My plans aren't
commercially interesting.

But we won't have to worry
about money because

I got a gig.

- Really?
- Yeah.

- I'm so proud of you, baby.

[news broadcast]
- Concluding the trial involving

the Foundation
of Eternal Life

will end with a hung jury.

Charges are expected
to be dropped

due to a lack
of hard evidence,

as it was established
during court hearings,

that all subjects
of the experiment

were there legally.

Despite recent accusations,

the organization continues
to successfully

recruit followers...

[eerie music]

♪♪

- Do you think they
will come for us?

- I'm not worried too much.
Why don't you go get dressed.

- By the way, there was
a letter for you

in the mail this morning.

- Yeah, I saw it already.
- Yeah? What was it?

- Uh, nothing
that's interesting.

You know, documents
for an old project.

[dog barking]

[door closing]

[dramatic music]

♪♪

[dramatic orchestral music]

♪♪