Original subtitles

♪♪

[baby coos]

[short breaths]

[woman's voice echoes] Freddie...

- Hey. - Hey.

- Should we go in? - No, no.

No, just let her get some rest.

[doctor] . . - temporal Iobe where most of the damage took place.

Due to the hematoma

and the CNS pathways being affected,

there's been an onset of aphasia.

[clears throat] Sorry, it's just, uh ...

lt's a lot of words now...

really know what any of them mean, so...

l don't think things are ever going back to the way they were.

Some choices need to be made for us to move forward.

Okay.

So, um ... l mean, how...

How much time does she have, then?

We'll know more in a couple of days.

[Karen] ls there any hope of her memories returning?

Wel l, in theory,

every experience we have in our l ives is stored i n our brain somewhere.

♪♪

[Evelyn] Identifying patterns in past data to predict trends in future data

is how all successful organizations make beneficial decisions.

And that's what we do here in data analytics.

Inventory levels, employee break times. lt could be anything.

It is all just patterns for us to identify,

quantify and label.

[traffic pol ice whistle]

[horn honks]

♪♪

[fan blades thrumming]

So l see here a bit of school ing in ...

Visual Arts?

Yeah, l-- That's, um ...

Dreams of youth, l guess.

[Karen] Fred got a new job!

You should tell her about it, Fred.

It's really great.

He 's doing really well.

She's not gone, you know, she's still here.

Yeah, no, l know.

- I love you. - l love you too.

[passing car horn]

[traffic pol ice whistle]

[multiple car horns honki ng]

Fuck it.

- [cell phone rings] - [Karen] Hello ?

- Hel-- - [call failed beeps]

- Hel-- - [call failed beeps]

Come on.

[man] Obey...

Prison ...

System ...

Language...

[woman whispers] Fred...

[Fred exhales]

Cindy?

[cacophony of voices]

Don't let me go.

[yells]

- [police siren blares] - [grunts]

[no audible dialogue]

[ceil ing fan thrumming]

[thunder rumbles in distance]

[soft chuckle]

[whispers] Fucking asshole.

[pages flipping]

- What? - [students chattering]

Fred.

Yeah?

What are you doi ng?

Uh ...

Nothing, just...

You know, organizi ng.

In the middle of the night?

Yeah.

[Evelyn] And so our portal-based software

will enable a new level of granular metrics.

Essentially, we need to anticipate our clients' needs

to know what they want before they do.

Now, we need to understand how they think before they do.

We need, in effect, to be...

[Mrs. Shouldice] The Art Spirit.

What?

The Art Spirit by Robert Henri.

You borrowed that your senior year and it was never returned.

Oh, oh . Okay, uh, yeah.

I could see-- see what l could do about that.

How do you even remember that?

[laughs] l remember l ittle Freddie Fitzell.

And, yes, l do remember Cindy Will iams, due to her, well, um,

troubles, you know, attendance and whatnot.

[Fred] So, I've been having trouble tracking her down.

I haven 't been able to find a single trace of her since graduation.

[Mrs. Shouldice] Well, that figures.

She never turned up for final exams your graduation year,

- so she didn 't graduate. - [keyboard keys clacking]

She just vanished.

Of course, that was the time

when that awful drug went around the school.

Lost a couple students to it, if l remember.

- What was that horrible stuff called? - Uh, Mercury.

It was called Mercury.

["Think About That" by Shabaam Sahdeeq and Black Sun playing]

[people chattering]

[dialogue indistinct]

[car engine rumbles]

[school bell ringing]

♪♪

l was thinking maybe we could knock down the wall

between the spare room and the closet.

Maybe make a wal k-in or a home office.

- [music on radio plays softly] - Eventually a baby room?

You know who l saw today?

- Who? - Mrs. Shouldice.

Remember, from Fairgate?

- Can you bel ieve it? She's still there. - Where'd you see her?

Uh, l went by the school, actually, um ...

l don't know, l guess l was feeli ng nostalgic or something.

What?

Nothing, it's just a l ittle weird.

- You wanna choose one? - Sure.

Um ...

No, we are not having a purple bathroom.

- It says "medieval wine." - [scoffs]

Why? Goes with the curtai ns.

We could be like...

the couple that matches their bathroom stuff.

[Karen laughs]

["Spirit of the Golden Juice" by F. J . McMahon playing softly]

♪♪

[male teacher] Anyone talking during the test will receive an automatic zero.

Anyone getting up from their desk during the test will receive a zero.

Anyone looking at someone else's paper

will receive a big, fat zero.

Miss Williams? Are you with us?

Talking . Movi ng . Looking.

Zero.

[teacher] lf you do not do well on this quiz,

it means you have not familiarized yourself with the material.

Which means you will probably fail your final exam,

not graduate high school, not find gainful employment,

which means it will be very difficult for you

to entice the woman of your dreams.

- [students giggling] - Mr. Fitzell,

have l connected D to C to B,

all the way back to A, which is where you're sitting,

i n a way that is sufficient for you to understand

the significance of A?

Yeah.

There's your girl.

You'll have 60 mi nutes.

And begin ...

- now. - [watch beeps]

[sighs]

♪♪

[ceil ing fan thrumming]

[pencil scribbling]

Mr. McDonald, could l go to the bathroom really quick?

When you've finished your test, Mr. Fitzell.

[ceil ing fan thrumming]

- [pencil clatters] - Finished !

♪♪

[urinating]

[urinating stops]

[zips up]

[door squeaks open]

[door closes]

[sighs]

[Zippo lighter opens and lights]

[door squeaks open]

[door closes]

Hey, man . You got them? Come over here.

- [papers rustle] - Thank you.

- Lobby. - [gasps]

[door opens, closes]

♪♪

[ceil ing fan thrumming]

♪♪

Lobby...

Language...

♪♪

[school bell ringing]

...your.

...your.

What?

[exhales]

L'm in ... your... lobby.

♪♪

[elevator chiming]

[exhales]

[whispers] What the fuck am l doing?

♪♪

[gasps]

Fred ...

lt's all right.

Fred, stay with me.

Do you hear me? Stay with me, Fred . Fred.

[man yells] Fred ! Fight! Fred, fight! Get off of him!

Let him go! Fred, fight!

- Fred ! - Fred ! Don't let me go.

Fred !

[gasps]

[man] Hey.

- You're okay. - [panting]

Jesus, what happened?

- [people chattering] - [distant coughing]

Fred?

She's ready for us.

Okay, l'll be right there.

[door opens]

- [Karen] Look who's here! - [door closes]

Hey, Mom . How you feel ing?

Wow, what's al l this?

Janice has been helping her organize her photos.

Those my old drawings?

Oh, wow.

Ma, hey, you remember this one?

Remember?

The little yellow house?

I always said l wanted to live i n an all yel low house when l grew up.

It's okay.

[Mrs. Fitzell] Come on, Freddie.

Time to clean up your crayons and brush your teeth.

Come on, buddy. Put them all away.

I don't want to.

Freddie, Santa knows

which little boys l isten to their mothers and which ones don't.

You want Santa to bring you presents or coal?

♪♪

[paper rustl ing]

Freddie!

[Karen] So, we're all moved into our new apartment.

You should tell her about it, Fred.

♪♪

[bathroom stall unlocks]

[water running]

[muffled chattering]

[door creaks open]

[door closes]

Here, take this! Hide it! Hide it!

Look, man, they won't suspect you.

[door opens, closes]

[indistinct chattering]

[indistinct chattering]

[Karen] Hey!

Look, l know it's really hard to see her--

Karen, just stop, she--

She doesn't know who l am.

She's gone, she's-she's already gone.

["Sugar" by Ora The Molecule playing]

[man] Motherfucker!

[chuckles]

Shit, man . How long has it been?

- Thirteen years? - No!

Yeah . l can't believe you were at your mom's when l called.

- I didn't expect that. - No, man, l live there.

Mm, fuck, really?

Yeah, man . You know, l got all my creature comforts there,

and it's just a stone's throw from my "office,"

- so, you know. - Yeah, yeah, sure.

[laughs] lt's so crazy seeing you, man.

Yeah . You too, man. l can't even remember how we lost touch.

No, me neither, man . Me neither.

Wel l ...

Let's get fucked up.

[laughing]

Hey, l'm so glad you called, man.

So, you really-- You didn't keep in touch with Cindy at all after graduation?

Aw, you kidding, man?

I forgot that chick as soon as l could.

You, on the other hand, l'd never forget.

- Ever. - lt's just--

l've been remembering things.

This one night, you, me, Cindy, when we were on Mercury?

What the hell was that shit?

Who knows?

You don't remember anything bad happening to her?

Man, that shit was strong.

I couldn't remember what happened the next day.

You think l'm gonna remember that shit now?

Hey, l'll tell you what l do remember--

the first time you tried Merc.

- Do you remember that? - Yep. How could l forget?

[footsteps]

[keys jangle]

Janitors gotta get high too.

Andre, Cindy, this is Fred.

Fred has a talent for being i n the right place at the right time.

I just hid the bag . lt wasn't a big deal.

Mm-hmm . Well, it's time to stop hiding it.

- It's time to stop hiding it, Fred. - Oh, shit. Sorry.

Here's your reward.

[chuckles] You've never done Merc, huh?

Merc? Uh ...

- No, l just stick to weed mostly. - Mm.

- I smoke a lot. - Mm . Hmm-hmm.

Hey, man, once again, right place, right time, huh?

Could you just stop fucki ng tal king?

Move.

Don't worry, it's not even pure Merc.

Cut with other shit, diluted.

[Andre] Yeah, when are we getting the real stuff?

- Soon. - [Fred] Oh, what--

What does it do to you?

[water pipes knocking]

[Cindy] Hey...

Don't let anything influence you.

Make a choice yourself.

♪♪

[laughing]

Wel l, what do we do now?

Sit back... enjoy the show.

[pi pes knocking]

[muffled chattering]

[laughing]

[Andre] You shouldn't have given it to him, Sebastian.

Look at him.

- [chuckles] - He's fine.

[exhales] What?

♪♪

[Cindy] You're doing good.

There's so much to explore if you don't succumb to pleasure or fear.

♪♪

Are you following me?

Uh ...

No, no. l don't-- l mean, l--

You're either coming with me or letting me go.

Which one is it?

L'm coming.

L'm not your tour guide.

I don't take it to be like them.

I take it to explore.

[Fred] Explore where ?

[Cindy] Anywhere but here.

♪♪

Wait, wait...

♪♪

[heavy breaths]

[breathing heavily]

L'm sorry. My mind's just wandering.

Your mind is wandering?

- Sorry. - lt's fine.

[water running]

[sighs]

You're drawing again?

No, no, that's, uh ...

Not really. Just, uh, some illustrations.

How's the job goi ng?

Karen, relax. lt's just a couple of drawings, okay?

I just asked how the job was going.

[drawer closes]

[scoffs] Nothing for 1 3 years, now l can't get rid of you.

I can't bel ieve you still live here.

Listen, my mom's having a l ittle nap, so, shh.

[whispers] Oh, l got a l ittle surprise for you.

[footsteps down stairs]

[laughs]

No shit. Andre?

Sorry.

- It's good to see you, Fred. - Dude...

lt's good to see you too, man ! Holy shit!

Oh, Andre, man, what's going on? How you been?

Wel l, um, married, two kids-- two and a half.

Jenny's pregnant again.

- Wow, Jesus. Shit. - What about you?

L'm an information analyst right now, so...

- Oh. - [Sebastian] Hey, hey, old ti mes, huh?

[Fred and Andre] Old times.

The play has been overturned to an incomplete pass.

Cindy? No way.

Uh, she hasn't even crossed my mind in 1 5 years.

What about her friend? What was her name?

Laurie something, l don't know, but you thi nk maybe she kept in touch with her?

Man, wherever she is, she's fine.

That girl never needed anyone.

Why are we even talking about her?

- [woman] Sebastian? Honey? - Oh, shit.

Wel l, she's up.

- Sebastian ! - Yeah, Ma?

[door opens, closes]

[footsteps goi ng up the stairs]

So, what's this whole Cindy thing about anyway?

I don't know, it's just been, um,

l've been remembering things recently.

There's just one night we were on Merc.

And l can't just sh-- l can't shake the feel ing that something--

somethi ng bad happened to her.

You know, and we all forgot.

[scoffs]

Man, that whole time back then is just "shew"... You know?

Hard to make heads or tails of any of that.

[sighs]

[Andre] Have you studied at all?

What?

Have you studied yet?

Hey, what the fuck you talking about?

For final exams?

You don't understand what l'm saying?

♪♪

[footsteps comi ng down stairs]

["The The Empty" by Le Tigre playing]

Hey, Fred.

[Sebastian laughing]

Yeah, hi, Fred.

Look at these two already.

All right, you crackheads, let's go.

I got to meet my guy.

[thumping dance music playing]

[no audible dialogue]

How old are you?

Old enough to know this place is a piece of shit.

[Sebastian] l'll meet you out back.

Where are we going?

What if they catch us up here?

They don't.

What?

I was just realizing that...

l don't know if we've ever had a conversation when we weren't on Merc.

It's l ike you only exist when l'm on this drug.

What are you looking for?

Why is it so important for you to explore?

I don't want to be like them.

Locked in a prison that they forgot that they're in.

What prison?

Look at all of them.

Running around, pretending they know exactly who they are

and why they're doing what they're doing.

[stammers] They-they don't have a fucking cl ue.

None of it matters.

All they're doi ng is... giving things labels.

Giving inaccurate names to things that are infinite and unknowable.

This is your name.

This is your house.

This is your language.

This is your job.

Labeli ng every little thing, even the fucking label-maker.

And then they look around at their world of...

utterly meaningless labels...

and say...

"This is our reality."

That prison.

But how do we break free, then?

[soft chuckle] We?

Are you following me again?

Uh ...

Yeah.

We have to remember the power that we have.

The power of choice.

The power of every single second.

The power of... now.

Now.

Now.

♪♪

Wel l, they're probably looking for us.

- [screaming] - [man 1 ] Take it easy,

- take it easy, take it easy. - [man 2] Hey-hey-hey-hey, calm down.

- Get her on her side. - [thumping techno music]

[boy] Choosing ...

Life-form ... Which ...

Shape...

Gold ...

[Sebastian] Hey, man !

Whoop. [laughs]

Massive score. lt's in.

How'd you l ike to do pure, uncut Merc?

[payphone rings]

They said we could get some at, uh, this place...

- next week... - [payphone rings]

...if we drop by.

This is it.

This is how it happens.

[payphone continues ri nging]

- Fred? - Yes, um ...

- What are you doing? - Uh ... What am l ...?

- Um ... - [papers shuffle]

Dreams of youth?

- [cell phone ringing] - Yeah, that's, um ...

Sorry, what's, uh, up? What's up?

- Are you ready for tomorrow? - What's tomorrow?

Tomorrow, yes, the Q2 presentation, of course. Um ...

- Yeah, um, l'm getting there. - You're getting there?

Yeah, l'm almost-- lt'll be--

- You're almost ready? - Yeah.

- Whoo. - Could l steal you for a second?

Sure, okay.

I am sensing a lack of focus.

Also, you have been late three times this month.

If it happens again, there will have to be consequences.

[cell phone ringing]

Sorry. Sorry.

Um, no, l know, l'm trying to, uh ...

l understand . l'll be better.

You have to present your Q2 report to the board.

- Yeah. - Tomorrow.

- Mm-hmm. - Nine AM.

- I know. - Are you going to be ready?

Yeah, l'm gonna be ready for tomorrow. Mm-hmm.

Is that-- Are you-- ls that all?

- [cell phone ringing] - [exhales sharply]

Jesus, man, what?

[Sebastian] I remember.

♪♪

lt was-- lt was right before final exams.

Those weird fuckers l used to grab off of

told us we could get uncut Merc.

Yeah, you're sure Cindy came with us?

I don't remember this at all.

I don't remember any party or any--

Then why the fuck are you here?

Okay, can either of you guys honestly tel l me

you ever remember seeing Cindy after that night?

♪♪

We gotta go back. We gotta go back.

We gotta-- we gotta try to remember what happened to her that night.

We gotta retrace our steps. We gotta remember.

So, where did we go that night?

[sighs]

♪♪

lt was a...

lt was a building, it was l ike a...

old, broken-down building.

[Andre] Blackbird Street.

It was on Blackbird Street.

[cell phone vibrates]

[Sebastian] No time l ike the present?

No time like the present.

[engine turns over]

♪♪

[Andre] Do you know where the fuck we 're going?

[Sebastian] l know where we're going !

♪♪

Here we are.

♪♪

Wel l, we saw it.

Guys...

Fred, no!

There's absolutely no reason to go in there.

[sighs]

Fuck.

Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck.

- [Sebastian] Squatters. - [Fred] What?

[Sebastian] Fucking bums, man.

♪♪

[Sebastian chuckles]

This is it.

This is where it happened.

I can't go in there.

L-l can't go i n that room.

[Fred] Okay. lt's all right. You guys stay here.

♪♪

- [rock music playing] - [indistinct chattering]

[man yells indistinct]

♪♪

Let's leave.

Now. Let's just go.

What do you know?

You know something, l know you do, tell me.

I don't know. l just...

l know that we're supposed to be here.

[Sebastian] Well, well ...

[Cindy clears throat]

Hundred percent pure.

Shall we?

♪♪

Fuck. Let's not stay long.

[Cindy and Sebastian laughing]

[Cindy] What are you doing?

Stop pulling my ear. [laughing]

Stop.

Okay, okay.

[muffled music and voices]

Fuck it.

[sighs]

♪♪

Jesus, Andre, what the fuck?

Listen to me, listen to me, l isten to me, l isten to me.

Don't-- Don't-- don't take it, okay?

- What? - lt's not what we think it is.

And then they're-they're everywhere.

They're all over the fucking place so we have to get the fuck out of here.

Who? Who are you tal king about?

The-the bums.

The fucking bums are in the fucking building.

- Okay, we got to, we got to go. - Calm down.

Calm down. You got to breathe. Okay?

- Take a fucking breath. - Oh, oh, shit.

Shit, Andre. What the fuck is happening?

Fred, Fred, okay, just-just whatever you do,

just don't take it, whatever you do.

I already fucking took it, okay?

What's going to happen to me? H uh?

Andre...

Oh, shit, it's already fucking happening to you !

♪♪

[boy] Music...

lnterpret...

True...

[exhales]

[boy] Your...

Elaborate...

State...

What's wrong with him?

[boy] And ...

Not a thing in the world.

[boy] Trying ...

How much Merc is he on?

[boy] Sane...

A lot.

[boy] ltself...

He's just a kid.

He's no more a kid than you are an old man, man.

[boy] True...

Same...

[scoffs]

[boy] On ...

[man] lnvasive...

As...

Controll ing ...

When ...

Temporarily...

Eliminating ...

Consciousness...

What are you all still doing here?

We never left.

[man] Neither did you.

[Cindy] Fred ...

You're still here.

[gaspi ng]

No...

No, no, no. No!

No! No! No!

No, l need help!

Tell them l need help!

I took too much !

It's okay, Fred.

It's okay.

[panting]

[Cindy] lt's okay.

[Fred] You're here. You're really here.

[Cindy] Fred, l understand ...

l understand what the Merc is doing to us.

I thought l was back here... here.

I was older...

[Cindy] lt's not a matter of one point being real and the other not.

All points exist simultaneously.

Try a small transition at first.

Concentrate on your experiences here.

In this place.

- [no audible dialogue] - Memory...

Are you talking about memory?

[woman] Concentrate...

Oh, shit. lt's already fucking happening to you !

[grunting]

Oh, my God.

It's not a memory.

It's still happening.

No! No, no!

No, l don't believe it.

What-- What do you want from me?

[Cindy] Fred.

[Fred shuddering]

This is only one of my lives.

One set of choices and l exist in al l of them.

Simultaneously.

L'm more free than you could ever i magine.

L've seen the skyl ines of a thousand cities.

L've looked into the eyes of a hundred grandkids.

The ones that l love the most...

they look like you.

Come with me.

L'll show you all the possibilities.

How?

Go with him.

He'll show you the way.

[boy] ltself...

Color...

Language...

Control ...

Shape...

Misinterpretation ...

On ...

[both] The system you are using to interpret real ity

is not one of your choosi ng.

Numbers. Language. Color.

Shape.

All a misinterpretation of the information around you.

A misinterpretation imposed on you by an invasive life-form

which is tryi ng to control your consciousness.

The substance you ingested

temporarily counteracts the influence of the invasive life-form

that is trying to force you to perceive information

i n the same manner as itself:

i n a linear fashion.

To perceive choices as having inescapable outcomes.

Outcomes it has dictated to you,

thereby controll ing all of your choices and, in effect, eliminating them.

It achieves this goal by influencing you

to perceive the most elaborate of all misinterpretations...

Time.

[screams]

♪♪

[high-pitched tone]

[roars]

[Cindy] Fred.

Fred ! Fred, it's al l right.

Stay with me.

Do you hear me? Stay with me, Fred . Fred.

[Sebastian] Fred ! Fred ! Fight!

Get off him ! Let him go! Fred, fight!

- Let him-- - Fred ...

[yells]

- [Sebastian yelling indistinct] - [clattering]

[Cindy] Fred !

[Sebastian] Get the fuck off of me!

Fuck you ! l'll fuck you up!

- [pole hits] - [body thuds]

[glass shatters]

[gasps]

Fashion ...

lnfluence...

- Force... - [Sebastian] Hey, come on, Fred.

Come on . Let's go! Fuck. Come on, let's go!

Fred, come on !

[panting]

Hey!

Fred ! Fred.

Fr-- Fred ! Jesus Christ. lt's okay.

Did you take something?

Hey, hey, Fred.

Hey! Will you look at me, please?

[retches, coughs]

[Mrs. Fitzell] Fred?

- Honey? - [knocking on door]

Are you all right?

- Fred ! - [knocking on door]

Open the door!

- [roar] - [knocking continues]

Are you all right?

[ceil ing fan thrumming]

[phone buzzes]

[exhales]

Shit, shit, shit!

Shit, shit, shit.

[papers rustling]

["No Choice" by PilotPriest playi ng]

[Mrs. Fitzell] Freddie.

You're not gonna say anything?

About yesterday?

[dog barks in distance]

You have finals today.

Do you know how important that is?

To your whole l ife?

I don't even know who you are anymore.

["No Choice" playing muffled, distorted]

[panting]

[elevator door chimes]

♪♪

[indistinct chattering]

[school bell rings]

L'll be right there.

[teacher] Anyone not at their desk i n the next ten seconds

will receive an automatic zero on their exam and will not be graduating.

If you think l'm bluffing, l encourage you to test that theory.

All right, you will have 60 minutes beginni ng ...

now.

[Evelyn] ...that specialize in a multitude of areas of business

so you can be absolutely sure that-- Fred Fitzell !

Yeah?

Could you present your Q2 report to the board, please?

Now?

So, we can see from ...

from the previous six quarters,

we can estimate that this...

Q2 numbers...

The Q2 numbers, uh ...

♪♪

[coughing]

[breathing heavily]

An invasive life-form that is trying to force you

to perceive information i n the same manner as itself:

i n a linear fashion.

[teacher] Mr. Fitzell!

Fred !

I can see it.

You know what?

Why are you even here right now?

You've always been here, huh, haven't you?

Where, where, where?

[muttering] l can feel you.

L'm in your prison right now, huh?!

Aren't l?! l can feel it!

[breathing heavily]

Now.

No!

[yelping]

None of this fucking matters!

I didn't choose this fucking life.

None of you fucking move!

Get hi m out of here now. Get him out!

L'll get my fucking self out of here!

L'm not even here! l'm not even here right now!

L'm not even here right...

now.

- [phone ringing] - [people chattering]

Be right there.

Be right there.

♪♪

[phone diali ng]

- [line trilling] - [woman] Hello?

Hi, Mrs. Bellamy, is Sebastian there?

He can 't come to the phone right now-

Okay, okay, when do you thi nk he'll be able to, uh ...

He can 't come to the phone ever.

- What? What do you mean? - I don 't want you around my boy anymore.

- Goodbye. - Fred ! Fred !

What the fuck is going on? The entire board is waiting inside.

[school bell ringing]

Now.

♪♪

- Yo. - What's up?

- Have you seen Cindy? - No.

Do you know if she left with us last night?

Dude, did she leave the fucking party with us or not?

I don't fucking know! All right?

[man] You gentlemen have somewhere to be?

Where does she live?

What?

I said "Do you know where she fucking lives?"

Why are you asking that?

Why do you-- Why do you care so much?

Let's go!

[elevator door chimes]

♪♪

Now.

I don't even know who you are anymore.

Now.

[Mrs. Fitzell] Freddie!

Freddie!

Freddie, come back!

Freddie!

[tires screeching]

[police siren blaring]

[roar]

♪♪

[officer] Stop!

[roar]

[Cindy] Fred.

[breathing hard]

[Fred] l'm still here.

You'll always be here.

I thought you needed me to save you.

But it was you trying to save me.

♪♪

Now.

♪♪

Where do you want to go?

Everywhere.

♪♪

[seagulls squawking]

You finished another one.

[wind whistl ing]

[vehicle approaches]

["Bint Elbalad" by Gaida playing over radio]

[in Arabic] What were you doing out in the desert?

Exploring.

["Bint Elgalad" continues playing]

[man] You hear what I said?

We're almost out.

L'll go out soon.

[dog barks in distance]

I got you somethi ng today.

What is it?

It made me think of you.

Now it'll make me think of you too.

It's okay.

L'll find it again.

♪♪

[door opens]

[door closes]

Hi, Mom.

I know you don't remember me, but, uh ...

l'm your son.

[sniffles]

[Mrs. Fitzell moans]

♪♪

[soft chuckle]

[panting]

It's you ...

lt's you.

♪♪

[panting]

[baby Fred coos]

[running footsteps on floor]

Freddie! No!

[roar]

- [crying] - No!

[breathing hard]

Freddie?

♪♪

What?

Freddie?

Yeah, yeah, yeah.

This is you here?

It is you.

Yeah ... [crying]

- It's you? - Yeah, it's me. lt's me.

- [whimpers] - [Fred sniffs, sobs]

It's me, it's me.

It's me.

♪♪

[no audible dialogue]

[Cindy] Fred.

[Fred] Cindy.

I can't.

I can't follow you anymore.

I know.

["No Choice" by PilotPriest playi ng]

[chattering]

[Karen] How do you think you did?

I think l gave them what they wanted.

L'm Karen.

L'm Fred.

[no audible dialogue]

♪♪

[breathing deeply]

Mom?

Mom? [sniffles]

♪♪

[sniffles]

[sobbi ng]

[Mrs. Fitzell] Freddie-

We don't go out there, right?

Remember what happened last time?

♪♪

[no audible dialogue]

[mumbli ng]

[kissing]

You remembered !

♪♪