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So long, girl next door.

I hope they find my body before the smell becomes a problem for you.

I completely forgot to make arrangements for my dog,

and they say that if I leave him in the house...

Would it be okay if he stayed in your yard until I get home from work?

- Got any DVDs? - A few.

I like Matt Damon.

- Jenna's in trouble. - What's happened?

I'm gonna lose Jenna, and it's all your fault.

Do whatever it takes!

Wilfred? Wilfred!

Who are you? There's a stranger in my room!

- Nurse! I don't know you! - Tell me what to do!

Get out!

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(Echoing voice): Ryan?

Ryan?

Ryan!

Is Thursday going to happen?

Thursday?

Yes, Thursday.

Is Thursday possible?

I-I think so.

You think so.

I don't want to hear what you think.

I want to hear what you know.

And I want you to know it in your brain,

I want you to know it in your heart,

and I want you to know it in your balls!

(Man hocking)

Let me remind you, all of you, what's at stake here...

Millions of lives, billions of dollars.

Life, Ryan.

Life itself.

So I'm gonna take another five goddamn seconds

out of my incredibly valuable time,

and I'm gonna ask you again... Will you be ready on Thursday?!

It said, "wake up."

Which is weird because I read somewhere

that people can't read when they're dreaming.

Well, maybe you dreamed that you read that.

It felts so real. Mm-hmm.

And I had a report or something due...

On Thursday. Today.

Dreams are the way

our subconscious communicates with us.

What do you think you're trying to tell yourself, Ryan?

Remember: There's no right or wrong answer.

It was a stress dream.

That's the right answer.

Do you think I'm ready for today?

I mean, I feel like I am,

but maybe deep down...

Whoa, whoa! Slow down, Hamlet.

Let's not overthink this.

That's what got you here in the first place, remember?

You're about to see Jenna and Wilfred

for the first time in nearly four months.

A little anxiety is to be expected.

But you've learned how

to accept the world as it really is, right?

So maybe it's time to see Wilfred as he really is.

I'm ready.

You are gonna be so excited when you see Ryan.

Hey, thanks for driving all the way up here.

It's so great to see you.

How are you doing?

Oh, good.

Just needed some time away.

- So, you married yet? - Actually, Drew and I broke up

when we found out I wasn't pregnant.

Oh. I'm sorry.

It's for the best.

I've had my hands full with Wilfred.

His recovery's been slow.

But I think spending a couple days

with his best buddy is gonna do wonders

for his spirit.

Isn't that right, Wilfie?

So, it all came back to you?

You remember everything?

Yeah. There's nothing wrong with my mind.

I'm not sure we can say the same about yours.

I don't need your help.

Wilfred, you're disabled.

No! I'm not defined by my injuries, Ryan.

I can do anything you can.

(Grunts) I'm not to be pitied...

And I don't need to be waited upon.

I guess it's the least I can do after the way I treated you.

I'm really sorry, Wilfred.

Well, maybe none of this would have happened

if I'd been honest with you.

About what?

Me, who I am,

why I'm here.

After all we've been through,

I think it's time I gave you some answers.

Let's start with an easy one.

Why are you the only person who can hear me speak?

Ryan, you and I...

Stop! I don't want to know.

Of course you do.

I can't trust a word you say.

And even if I could, I don't care anymore.

I just want to stay out of my head

and live in the real world.

I can't. I'm on medication.

(Chuckles) Medication? What for?

Because I need it.

Ryan, when I was lying in that hospital bed,

crumpled up like some metaphor

of a crumpled-up aluminum can,

I had a lot of time to think.

And like you, I just wanted it all to stop.

At first, I tried to wank the thoughts away.

I wanked so much, I had nothin left by mid-morning.

I was totally dry.

My penis eye was just like puh!

What are you talking about? Hear me out.

Do you know why dogs dig?

'Cause they're searching for bones?

Because we're searching for truth.

That's what I needed to find.

So I dragged myself out of that bed

and started to dig.

I dug for hours.

My paws were a bloody mess, but I kept digging and digging,

and I didn't stop until I hit China!

So much for truth.

I'm not making this up!

It was one of those underground electrical chinas.

Like they usually have on the poles,

with the telephone chinas.

You mean wires?

I don't know words, Ryan, okay?

We didn't all go to Stanford Law School.

My point is you can't stop looking for answers.

And if you ever want to break through,

then you got to get out of this place.

There's no life for you here.

Not without me.

This place saved me.

I lost my mind, Wilfred.

Apparently, for the better part of three months,

I was sitting in a coat closet getting baked with a dog.

That's messed up.

What the hell are you talking about?

After you got amnesia,

I tried to get down to the basement

to find your will.

But the basement wasn there. It was never there.

(Chuckles) That's crazy.

I mean, what you have to ask yourself, Ryan...

No, no, I'm not gonna think myself back to insanity.

No more questions!

Ryan, you can't stop now.

Don't you want to know who you are?

I know who I am.

And I know what you are.

You're the part of me that lies to me,

and I'm through listening.

Ryan...

You can't run away from me just because I'm in this chair.

(Thunks)

(Controls clicking)

Christ! Will someone get this Tic-Tac from under my wheel?!

Bloody Tic-Tac under my wheel.

So, Jenna and I got caught up on gossip from the neighborhood.

- Mm-hmm. - That's about it.

Very nice visit.

Two pills? Why?

I think we both know why, Ryan.

What do these do?

I hope they do the trick.

Dr. Eddie, when can I leave this place?

Whenever you're ready.

So, it's up to me?

(Chuckles) So many questions.

That sounds more like the old Ryan.

So let's just focus on the right now.

You're gonna feel much better in the morning.

Woman: Do you play tennis?

Not really.

That ball belonged to a friend of mine.

We should play sometime.

I mean, if we ever finish this stupid report.

How long have we been here?

I know, right?

I mean it.

Do we live here?

I don't even know what day it is.

Why are there no windows in here?

(Woman moaning)

What the hell is that?!

That's Felicia.

I gotta... I gotta get out of here.

Don't be ridiculous. You know you can't leave.

The hell I can't!

(Guttural gurgling)

(Panting)

(Man yelling indistinctly)

Please, somebody help me!

(Yelling continues)

You were right, Wilfred.

There's something wrong with this place.

I told you! Now come on.

Get your car and let's get out of here.

It's a six-hour drive. If we leave now,

we might still be ab to make that concert.

What concert?

My Morning Jacket.

Two seats front and center, dude!

- I love that band. - I know.

That's why we should leave early so we can get you a ticket.

You have two.

Yeah, I sort of promised Bear the other ticket.

Bear?

You gave my ticket to a stuffed animal?

Don't worry.

I'm sure we can score a ticket off a scalper.

And we're gonna need your I.D. to get alcohol wristbands.

Shit, yes!

Also, I'm gonna need to borrow some money.

That's why you're so eager to get me out of here?

You and Bear need a ride to a concert?

No!

God, Ryan,

how could you even think that?

But you do know where the Glen Helen Pavilion is, right?

I'm such an idiot.

You're the same self-serving,

manipulative bastard you always were.

Ryan, you've got it all wrong.

Will you let me explain?

You don't know what it's been like without you.

I miss sitting on the couch, ripping bingers

and watching Matt Damon DVDs.

Ryan, please.

I need you.

What? You want me to say it?

Fine.

Without you, I have no purpose.

I'm nothing.

It's like I don't even exist.

I was good to you, Ryan.

I helped you stand on your own two feet,

which is more than I can do for myself.

Look at me. I'm a wreck.

Crippled for life.

And let's not forget how and why I got hit by that car.

You're using guilt to manipulate me.

I bet your legs are just fine.

Like hell they are.

Oh, yeah?

Then what's this?

I, uh, I've never seen that before.

Oh, so those aren't your teeth marks?

Oh, yeah, I remember.

I may have been chewing on that the other day.

Chewing or chasing?

Ow.

Ryan, that hurt my heart.

Why are you being like this?

You want the frisbee? You want it, Wilfred?

No. You can keep it.

Place it in the bin. Don't throw it.

You want it, huh?

Ryan, please.

I can't... My legs, Ryan.

- Come on, boy. - I can't, okay?!

(Whistling) You want it?

Why are you, why are you being so cruel?!

You want the frisbee? You want me to throw it?

Ryan, I'm begging you.

You want it? You want it?

Yes, I want the frisbee!

Go get it!

Oh.

- Frisbee! - Looks like I was wrong.

Looks like your legs really are dead.

Because otherwise, you'd be able to feel this!

- (People shouting) - Frisbee!

You like that burning cigarette?

- Can you feel it?! - Frisbee! Frisbee!

Stop it!

What's your game, Wilfred?!

No, no, no, no! No, he's-he's faking it!

I know he is!

- Ryan! - Frisbee!

I forgive you, Ryan!

Frisbee!

(Thunder rumbling)

I got to say, I'm disappointed.

I'm sorry. I-I didn't mean...

The review board has approved my recommendation to treat you

with a more aggressive form of therapy.

Starting immediately.

- Shock therapy? - Electroconvulsive therapy.

It's your best chance to break through.

I don't want to do this. I want to go home.

Unfortunately, that's no longer an option.

This treatment is like a reset button for your brain.

It'll be like the last six months never happened.

All the pain, all the questions without answers...

gone with the flip of a switch.

You'll forget everything.

Including Wilfred.

He was right. He was right.

I didn't consent to this.

You need my permission!

We have a signed consent form by your custodial guardian.

My father?!

He doesn't have the authority!

You can't do this!

Sedative.

It's not your fault.

It's not your fault. It's not your fault.

Wait.

That's from "Good Will Hunting".

- Holy shit! You're Robin Williams! - Where's the goddamn sedative?!

What the hell? What are you doing?!

Man: Clear!

Shazbot!

We need to get out of here.

Now!

Come on!

Go, go, go!

Who are you?!

Wilfred?!

Woo-hoo! I'm back, baby!

Wait. Where's your wheelchair?

Really? That's your first question?

Wilfred!

How did you get this van?

We hot-china'd it.

"We"?

Bear?!

(Tires screeching) Jesus, Bear!

(Car horn blaring)

Keep your eye on the road!

Wait.

This is a dream.

This is the dream!

The office is real life!

Yeah, but right now, that life is a nightmare.

You've walled yourself off from your real life's work.

You need to wake up, get down to that basement and read my will!

Bear! Watch out!

No, Bear! Pedal to the metal!

You just have to believe you can break through!

(Both screaming)

Man: Ryan!

You with us?

Um, yeah.

Guess I zoned out for a second.

As I was saying,

we've all been under an extraordinary deadline.

The past few weeks, we've pushed ourselves

to the very limits of human endurance.

We've worked ridiculously long hours,

depriving ourselves

of the sleep and exercise our bodies need.

We've sacrificed time with our families.

We've sacrificed our health.

(Gurgling)

Kevin, seriously! You need to get

some antibiotics, okay?

That's annoying.

I have a call in to the doctor.

Good. Frankly, I'm surprised

we all haven't gone a little crazy.

(Laughter) And for what?

It's not like we're finding a cure for cancer.

(Cell phone buzzing) Oh, wait a second. Yes, we are!

(Laughter)

I mean, we've all worked our asses off,

especially Mr. Ryan Newman, our in-house counsel,

who today is going to file an updated protocol

with the FDA for the revised clinical trial plans...

And where you going?

I have to go.

The report is ready. Stacey can file it.

Yeah, but I still have some questions.

So do I.

Sorry.

(Phone ringing, people chattering)

That can wait. That can wait.

No! (Squeals)

(Both laugh)

Wilfred: You need to wake up,

get down to that basement and read my will!

I'm sorry, Bear.

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