Driftwood (2023) Movie Script

1
Enter...
the storm.
What do you see?
A ball.
A red ball.
Very good. Can you feel
it in your hands?
No, it's not really here.
Being dismissive won't help.
If you're open to the vision,
you're open to progress.
I'm sorry. It's just...
this doesn't really work for me.
Everyone dreams, Anne.
Just because you can't remember
yours is no fault of your own.
So you're saying I
can blame Craig?
I'm saying there's
no need to blame anyone.
I still believe that your
subconscious
has an active imagination.
What is it?
You've invested a lot of
time and effort,
and we've made some minor
advances
towards reconciliation,
recovery... but
I wonder if you'd be open to
something
a bit more aggressive.
Is that code for expensive?
No cost here.
This is a new therapy
that I designed.
Custom tailored for
someone of your...
predicament.
You'd be in a trial group.
And I assume he'd be there too?
Yes.
But there wouldn't be a real
there
to speak of.
Any more than you
and I currently have a here.
You'd both be there in a mental
sense,
not the physical.
So like this...
more of your virtual-interface
tele-therapy?
If that's what you want
to call it. Or...
a subconscious meeting ground.
So this new idea of yours...
It's an invasive dream
immersion program.
You and Craig would basically
occupy
a shared subconsciousness.
We shared a life and a
home for ten years.
I'm not about to share my brain
with him, too.
Technically,
it wouldn't be anyone's brain.
I want you to think of this
as a neutral zone.
A no-man's land of
the dreamscape.
And you think it'll help?
Frankly, I think it's that or...
we've taken this as
far as we can.
Okay.
I'll check with work and see
when I can squeeze in a session.
And then...
And then.
But for now...
tell me what you see.
A ball.
A red ball.
I'm in.
Are you?
I can hear you, but...
Well...
I'm somewhere.
Somewhere dark?
There we are.
Getting in can be a
little tricky.
Please get comfortable.
I'll bring in Craig.
Okay, before...
before you do.
I do want to reconcile.
But you still haven't prepared
me for what
to expect in here.
I don't like surprises.
Enjoying the surprise requires
some faith in the unknown.
Embracing its unpredictability.
What it requires is being
out of control.
There are some things
I'm not ready to face yet.
Which is exactly why we're here.
I'll be right beside you, Anne.
Even when I'm not.
Okay...
let's do this.
Okay.
He's already asleep.
Strapped into the system.
So all I have to do now is...
And we begin.
Craig, can you hear me?
Yup.
Loud and clear, Doc.
Hi, Craig.
Anne...
We have got to stop
meeting like this.
To start, I'd like to thank and
congratulate
both of you.
It takes courage to be here with
each other, let alone your
latent selves.
We're here to let
our guard down,
allow our dreams
to navigate us to a place of
resolution.
You can tap into your deepest
insecurities, impulses,
idiosyncrasies.
Craig, in our past sessions,
you've
excelled in our lucid dreaming
exercises.
Why don't you take the lead.
Walk us through the last dream
you remember.
Sure.
I don't know if this one counts.
It was sort of like a waking
middle
of the day type thing.
That's fine.
Okay, so I'm making
something to eat.
I sit down with my sandwich.
How do I explain this?
Start with the details.
What kind of sandwich was it?
Does that matter?
Can't say for certain.
It might.
Okay.
It was a PB & J.
A PB & J?
Yes.
You're a grown ass man.
What are you doing
eating a PB & J?
It was all I had.
You were always the chef.
Anyway, I'm sitting down with
my sandwich and...
I suddenly feel this presence.
Like I'm being watched.
And I know that it's
the sandwich.
That's watching me somehow?
Sitting in judgment.
That's when I realize...
even though I made the sandwich,
it's
the sandwich...
that made me.
Like, created me...
and now is forcing me to
return the favor.
So I don't even know if that
counts
or if that's what you're looking
for.
But... that's me.
Realizing my sandwich...
is a god.
Are you taking your medication?
I don't take medication.
I know, but... what else
am I supposed to say to that?
If we sit here in judgment of
each other's
subconscious,
there is no moving forward
in this... Okay...
it's one thing to dream it.
But does he actually believe it?
Like in walking
around daily life?
Why is it so crazy for you?
To just believe in something?
So you believe in a sandwich?
Let's look at this objectively.
There is no inherent
truth in an object.
All there is is our sustained
collective
belief that the object is
itself...
or what we intended to be.
That's the key here
in Dreamscape.
For what it's worth,
I was saying that my sandwich...
was A god, not THE god.
Anne.
Okay.
One question, though.
Did you eat your god?
My god was delicious.
Extra crunchy
on a bed of strawberry
preserves.
Bread was a little stale.
Okay. Anne, you want to
give it a try?
If I can't remember my dreams,
I don't know how I'm supposed...
Your dreams will come
if you let them.
Coax them. Don't give chase.
This whole thing is
fucking ridiculous.
Anne, remember when Dr. Peak
used to have us fall asleep fr
this...
and do the little, ah, lucid
dream
trick that he taught us?
Yeah.
Try that.
Yes. Good thinking.
Anne, visualize the ball.
I'll try.
I can see the red ball.
Feel it between my hands
while I'm awake.
I keep this ball with me...
and carry it..
while I fall asleep.
Did you guys hear that?
What? That crying.
The only thing that exists
is what you and Craig created.
So you're saying I summoned
the sound of a baby?
If that was the case,
we should hear it too.
Try again.
I can see the ball.
Feel the ball.
Beyond it, all is black.
But my hands are real.
And this ball is real.
Even in my sleep.
Hello?
Trespasser.
Trespasser... trespasser.
You don't belong here.
I'm sorry...
Bring me Driftwood at noon.
Or everyone dies.
Anne!
Craig!
I'm here. Can you
follow my voice?
How do I...?
Is there even direction in here?
Where am I?
Just focus.
Listen to my voice.
Remember, this is your place.
I don't think it is.
What do you mean?
Oh, thank god.
What did you mean by...
There's someone else in
here with us.
That's impossible.
This a secure place,
open only to you.
Well, it's an experiment,
isn't it?
Maybe something went wrong.
It doesn't work like that...
I don't know how it works.
But I was just accosted
by someone. Or something.
Said I was trespassing.
Told me...
Okay.
Okay.
I'm going to bring
you both back.
Figure out what's going on.
So that's it?
We're giving up?
Something's wrong here, Craig.
Yeah, sure is.
Same thing as fucking always.
What's that supposed to mean?
Things get a little tough...
you find a way to make
it cataclysmic.
We could be messing around
in someone else's subconscio.
Or they could be messing
around in ours.
Or... you're just
afraid to face me.
I'm here, aren't I?
Here you are.
And here we go.
On your terms.
Like always.
Okay...
You should see a door opening.
Focus on that door.
Go through it.
But can't you just unplug us
or wake us up or something?
You entered willfully.
By making a conscious choice
using your subconscious.
The only way to
leave is by doing the same.
What...
what happens if we don't go
through the door?
Make sure you do.
Okay. I'm going to initiate
the exit protocol...
Now.
Go right through.
No looking back.
I can't.
Craig, what do you mean?
I feel like I can't...
like I can't move.
Anne, keep moving!
I can only keep this
open for so long.
You can't get stuck here!
Goddamnit. Craig, stay
where you are!
Give me your hand!
Craig?
Dr. Peak?
Can you hear me?
Why couldn't you...?
Shit.
Are we stuck in here now?
Come on, answer me!
Hello?
Okay.
Focus on the ball.
I can feel the red ball in my
hands,
even though I'm asleep.
I'm taking it with me when I go.
I'm holding it...
knowing that I'm asleep
and choosing to wake up.
So I wake up.
Okay.
The ball.
I'm holding it now.
In my hands. In my sleep.
And on the count of three...
I am opening my eyes
and waking the fuck up.
One... two...
three.
Is anybody here?
Where the fuck am I?
Hello?
Hello.
Can you tell me how to
get out of here?
Canyoutellmehowtogetoutofhere?
Oh!
Such a well-bred American.
So quick to temper.
Please.
The writing's on the wall.
You can't get out from in,
or down from up.
Great. A riddle...
Something you should know.
Some people drown in an
inch of water.
Others fall from skyscrapers...
and lived to tell the tale.
How does that help me?
Perspective.
I don't need perspective.
I need to find my husband
and get out of here.
Oh?
Does it mean anything to you
if I say Driftwood?
Anything can mean anything.
Or nothing at all.
But I wouldn't go about saying
something very often.
Why not?
It might give you a truth
you're not ready for.
Was I supposed to be
ready for this?
Peak said it would just be me
and Craig in here and now...
Your little American spirit can
handle sharing, can it?
Are you going to help me?
Follow me.
So did Peak lie to me?
Is this all part of our therapy?
You want answers, ask
better questions.
You want out, get
ready to go in.
Go in where?
Wherever it leads.
Walk anywhere you'd like...
but every alley has its own
equal share of shadows.
This is how people get
themselves killed.
Pray you're one of those fall
from the sky scraper and walk
away types...
because you have a
long way down.
Just focus on the motion.
Hello?
Where are you?
Please just cry again.
So I can find you.
I'm coming...
Stay away from my goddamn baby.
I'm not here to hurt
you or your baby.
Then go home.
Get out of mine.
I'm just trying to help.
Help? Help, who?
I've been here forever.
Locked up with no way to leave.
Who do you think you are
just coming in here?
Acting like some goddamn savior.
I just heard the crying.
Oh, the crying...
Right.
Crying and the silence.
I don't know what is worse.
All or none. None or all.
Swear to god, I'm
going to drown this child.
I wouldn't do that.
I can't take it.
The waiting for something.
But I just have nothing.
All I have is nothing.
What's your baby's name?
People used to call me Odessa.
But her name...
She's just baby now.
Okay.
Odessa...
Don't you call me that.
That's my name from another
life.
Not from this...
this fucking hell.
Something followed you in here!
What did you bring
into my house?
I didn't mean to.
Oh! Oh, you didn't mean to.
She didn't mean to...
She didn't mean to. Okay. Okay,
okay.
If they're coming to get me,
you're coming too.
Oh my god, it's her.
Isn't it?
You'll be okay.
I got you. I'll fight for you.
Why don't I take her?
You want to take my baby?
No, I could...
I could help you protect her...
No, no. See, that's the thing.
I know that you and this
thing down the hall...
you two are working together.
To try and get me.
But that's the thing.
I've been here for so long...
I know all of your tricks.
No, please...
believe me.
We could work together,
find a way out.
At least for your baby.
No, there's only one way out!
All or none.
Anything or nothing.
Why aren't you listening to me?
I'm just trying to help you.
You brought this thing to me.
You can get me out.
This hell is eternal.
Until it isn't.
It's okay. We have to go.
Now!
What the fuck is happening?
I don't know.
You don't know?
This is your experiment.
How could you not know?
It's being flooded with foreign,
invasive dreamscapes...
I can only assume we've been
hacked,
sabotaged somehow.
What do they want?
It could be you, or Craig.
Maybe me...
Or the experiment.
Could be.
But the experiment
is definitely compromised.
Which means we are too.
That thing back there
could be some kind of virus in
the system.
Like malware for the mind.
Earlier, it came for me back,
when we got separated.
It told me to bring it Driftwood
at
noon. Or else everyone dies.
Do you think that's
what's happening?
Maybe we're already dead.
The dead don't dream.
We're here.
Alive.
But as things stand...
I don't know for how long.
This...
this place, it doesn't feel
like the last place.
There's something else here...
like I belong or I'm home.
Home?
I'm not saying I
want to be here.
It just feels... real.
Permanent.
We have to find Craig.
Maybe if we're together
we can summon the door...
...Yeah okay, yes, yes, yes.
Start with something tangible.
The red ball.
Enough with your
fucking red ball!
If this world is shifting us
around, moving us from dream o
dream...
we have to remain the constant.
Navigate it willfully.
Or else we're going to
get sucked under.
Like that woman back there?
Odessa?
I can't say for certain
what happened to her.
But it's best we avoid
the same fate.
I'm holding the red ball.
Again.
In life and in dream.
I can feel it in my hands
because it is real.
And so is this world around me.
I feel its weight in my...
Holy shit, it worked!
Wait...
Stop!
Anne, go...
Now!
Anne?
Mom?
You shouldn't be here, honey.
You remember me?
How could I forget you?
I'm lost.
You're not the only one.
There's someone else here
who doesn't belong.
Yeah, Craig.
Someone else.
No. I came in here with Craig.
He's out there...
Don't lose yourself
trying to find Craig.
But this other one...
start with him.
By the Stone River.
Look for the balloon.
They'll be coming for you.
Wanting what you have.
But I don't have anything.
You do.
More than you realize.
The longer you linger,
the more you draw attention to
yourself.
This is no place for
someone like you.
Find that other stranger.
He's like you.
Awake.
But how do I...
Surrender to the tide.
Let it take you where
you have to go.
But I don't know what
that means...
You have got to get out of here.
I'll come back for you...
Don't!!
Hello?
I think I'm looking for you.
Can you hear me?
Wait!
Hold up, hold up.
Alright?
What do you want?
I think I'm supposed
to find you.
You and me... we're not
part of this place.
Tell me I'm wrong.
You know how to get out of here?
Are you messing with me?
That's all I've been asking
since I got here.
I'm Anne.
Regent.
So were you working with Dr.
Peak?
Or did he have you in a session?
What session?
This.
This shared subconscious?
I was here for marriage therapy.
Oh, wait, hold on...
you signed up for this shit?
You didn't?
Shit.
Why the fuck would I do that?
I don't know.
So what was the last thing
you remember from...
before this place?
Water.
Like, what...
you were drinking it? Swimming...
Well... It's just... just the
thought of water...
you know, the essence of it,
I don't know.
I don't know, everything else
after that is shadowy.
Well, it's a start.
If that's a start,
we're finished.
How long have you been here,
by the way?
Or is time relative and all?
I saw a door...
supposed to be the way out.
But I can't find it.
Why didn't you leave?
My husband... ex...
whatever he is. Craig.
We came in here together
and he got stuck.
I couldn't leave him.
Got it, got it, got it.
You looking for him then?
So if finding this Craig is
going to get you
to this door, and that's a way
out...
If you don't mind,
I would like to hitch a ride
with you.
If that's cool.
I don't think I have
anything left to lose.
Oh, no, no. That's
some bullshit.
You ain't got nothing to lose,
you ain't got nothing to fight
for.
And if you ain't fighting,
you dying.
I'm not dying.
Yeah, I'm not dying either.
So let's figure this out
so we can get out of here.
What's with your balloon?
Alright, so look...
A year, year and a half ago.
My ex... she got me into like
this,
this meditation, you know...
You know, yoga...
this whole spiritual journey.
We did this lucid dreaming?
To help me control my dreams.
I use a red ball.
I would imagine a red ball
as I was falling asleep and
then...
To know that you were dreaming.
Right?
Right.
Right, okay, well, ball,
meet balloon.
Except...
I could never really dream.
Not until this...
this immersion therapy.
I always felt there was
something wrong with me.
It just seemed like some sort
of secret life I wasn't a part
of.
But it terrified me.
Being so helpless.
At the mercy of my own thoughts.
Well...
look at you now.
Still feeling like
you missed out?
I don't know... the
view's so nice.
Can't be paying much on
property tax here.
That's gotta count for
something, right?
Still, we got to find that door.
Oh, yeah, I'm getting
the fuck up out of here.
You know... let's Wheel of
Fortune this thing.
What?
Driftwood.
Is it a person, a place...
a thing?
Movie title?
No clue.
Okay.
Okay, so this... dark entity,
right?
It said Bring Driftwood to the
beach.'
So let's work it through, right?
It belongs there. It's
not from there...
But you expect to find it there.
Right?
Right.
Right.
Does that help us?
We'll see.
Can you summon in your balloon?
Why?
Just indulge me.
Okay.
I've never done this with...
with someone watching, you know?
I'll give you your privacy.
Okay cool. Thanks.
Bingo! Okay...
Can I see it?
Uh, yeah. Here we go.
What are you doing?
I'm popping it.
That's like... this is
how you pop it...
Oh, okay.
Okay!
Here on bended knee.'
You know what that means?
Well shit. We're going?
We're going.
You know how?
I'll give you the advice I got.
Let the tide take you.'
Yeah.
Just like driftwood.
Yeah.
What is that?
That's the thing that killed Dr.
Peak.
Wait wait wait... so we, ah...
we're supposed to
visualize this, right?
Visualize it and it takes you...
it sends you, right? Like
lucid dreaming...
Let's visualize this...
Oh fuck that... Let's go.
Let's go.
He's behind us!
Let's go!
He's gone.
Okay.
You brought us here?
Yeah.
Even without my balloon.
You know I just... focused on
that postcard...
and it brought us to
this rooftop.
You know this place?
Yeah. It's where Craig proposed.
Casanova pulled out all
the stops, huh?
No... we lived in this really
cramped apartment right there.
And when it got really hot, we
would
hop the fence of this building
and use their pool.
Then one day, he took me up to
the
roof to check out the view...
and popped the question.
It's not the worst
engagement story...
No, it's...
Why would my balloon
lead us here?
You think there's any
logic to this?
Yeah.
I mean, it has to be.
You know, my balloon was my
connection
between my dream world and my
reality.
And it brought us here.
The red ball.
The red ball.
Yeah, it might be...
it might be a clue.
Help us get out of here.
Or what if...
what if it's Driftwood and we
bring it to the beach
and get us out of here, and
then...
Craig?
Where are you going?
Anne?
What the fuck, Anne?
Regent?
Where did you go?
I'm right here.
Okay. And where is that exactly?
The woods.
Oh, well that's great.
I'm still on the fucking roof.
Hey, Anne?
Hey, you're Craig...
is he a good guy?
I mean, we had our issues,
but...
No, no, I'm just saying is...
is he the type of guy who'd harm
somebody for no good reason?
No, of course not. Why?
Because I think I found him.
And he doesn't look happy.
You're not Anne.
Sure not, buddy.
Then what are you doing here?
Look, I'm just trying
to pass through.
Don't mind me. Don't stop
what you're doing.
Seems like you got a good
thing going on there.
I don't wanna stop you
from proposing, man.
Where is she?
Hey, Craig, can you hear me?
He's a friend, okay?
I'm just trying to find you.
Anne, I don't think this
is your Craig.
Hey, bruv, hold up.
I'm just trying to
find a way out.
There is no way out.
Okay. Alright, cool.
No problem.
Hello?
Are you okay?
Anne?
You okay?
I don't think I'm
alone here either.
Hello?
Stop it! Stop, I can't help you!
Hey, Anne?
Anne?
Anne, your red ball may be our
best
bet out of here.
It's gone.
What?
I dropped it when Peak died.
It must be there. Back
in the desert.
Okay. Okay. Well it's not gone.
It's
not gone yet then.
What are you doing to her?
I'm just... trying to find her,
buddy.
That's rich.
Here on my roof,
talking to my girl.
Your girl.
Okay, caveman, you uh...
Hey Anne?
Anne, listen.
I'm going to need you to focus.
We have to get back to that
place, okay?
I don't think I can do it.
Yes you can, Anne.
You just got to get back
to that place.
Just close your eyes. Focus on
the ball.
You can do this.
No Regent, you gotta help me
get out of here!
You can do this, okay? Just
focus. The place, the ball.
These voices are going to
make me go insane!
The place.
The ball.
The place.
The ball.
He's here.
Craig?
I don't think this Craig
is your Craig.
No, it is.
Some crazy dream version maybe?
But...
No... How would you know?
You've never even met him.
Babe, is that you?
Out of the ground...
he is flesh.
Blameless, you called me...
blameless.
But the flesh is corrupt,
full of violence.
You remember the beast,
but you've forgotten me.
Have you forgotten me?
Here I am...
alone with the beast.
The fear of you and the
dread of you.
The fear.
And the dread.
Now everything here will die.
Shit shit shit.
Okay. Okay, Anne?
That's definitely not
your Craig, Anne.
Focus on us, not Craig.
Steady yourself.
Steady yourself, focus...
and breathe.
Just breathe.
Whoa...
I thought that was him.
No, you wanted it to be him.
You did it.
You got us here.
Barely.
You couldn't?
I could have.
Thanks, Coach.
Oh, I wouldn't use that
word lightly.
Is that what you were?
Out there?
Yeah.
Coach...
Teach.
But technically, a social worker
for at-risk youth.
Yeah, I was a...
I was a second chance for kids
who didn't have a first.
So this is the place.
There it is.
I guess we're doing this.
Nothing else we can do.
But...
What?
Whatever this shows us, it's...
it's probably something we
don't want to see.
We gotta be prepared for that.
Yeah?
Yeah.
Alright
Anne?
Anne!
That wasn't a dream.
That was real.
What does it mean?
It means we're in a
heap of shit.
Right?
I mean, we're in...
I don't know, Purgatory?
Some... in-between place?
I don't know...
Yeah, well, earlier Peak said
that
the dead don't dream. So...
Something happened to us.
Something happened to us
on that beach, Anne.
No, I think we were hacked.
I came in here for therapy.
The experimental...
You sure?
Cause I sure as hell didn't.
When I got here,
I couldn't remember nothing.
You know, just...
just flashes.
You know, my balloon.
My ex.
But now I see it all.
What do you remember?
Saying goodbye to a friend.
His name at the bottom of a
long list of names.
Rest in power, brother.
A list I don't see... stopping.
Those kids, man.
Survivors.
All of them.
You know, even the ones
that didn't make it.
We can still make it.
Way I figure it, we are
already have.
Right?
I mean, we can move around
this place freely.
Go wherever we want.
Yeah...
You know, why not just
summon that door?
You ready?
Uh... hell no.
But...
There it is.
You going?
Not yet.
No judgment.
I'll try to get by without you.
If you're going.
You know, I worked my entire
life
for a world I won't see.
Some kind of equality...
you know, justice.
So if we can build whatever
we want here...
it got me thinking...
Why not just stay?
Isn't that cheating?
Is it?
Who's to say this world is any
less real
than the one we knew before?
I go back, all I got is a
growing list waiting for me.
You made a difference though.
Your life meant something.
Thanks.
I'm thinking maybe...
maybe it's time for them
kids to fly on their own.
Invest...
invest in the youth.
I did what I could
when it was my time to do it.
You did more than most.
You know, Regent...
whatever world you choose...
they'll be lucky to have you.
I think I'm gonna need some
privacy for this one.
Alright. Good luck.
Hey, Anne?
Yeah?
You still got people
that need you.
That depend on you.
Go home.
Okay.
Okay.
Home.
Okay.
Take me home.
All the way.
Mom.
I came back.
I knew you would.
Wished you wouldn't.
How do you...
how do you remember me?
You're my baby girl.
But in real life, near
the end, you didn't...
you didn't know who I
was anymore.
What we have here?
Can be better than real life...
better than memories.
This whole time, you've
been fighting to leave.
Did you ever think
it might be better to stay?
But I have a life.
I have something
real with Craig.
How good could any life be
that brought you here?
A lonely, work addled existence.
A husband who changed
his whole belief system on a
sudden whim.
And then there's me.
Do you really want to poke
around the real world
long enough to see this happen
to you?
Ever since you got sick,
I've felt like my mind was some
sort of...
ticking time bomb.
That I would forget everything.
And everyone.
But now that I'm here...
nothing is real.
Nothing is how I remember it.
Can't you see the
beauty in that?
Here, no one has to get sick.
No one has to leave.
Say you'll stay.
You never cooked.
Well, I do now.
Let me fix you something.
What are you cooking?
Oh, don't you fret.
I'm making your favorite.
Is that...?
No.
None of this is right.
You're not my mom.
You're not even a real memory.
Does that matter?
I'm here.
Isn't that enough?
You don't like what you're
seeing,
then change what you're looking
at...
Or else, get the fuck
out of my house.
Mom...
No!
You think you belong here?
You're a fucking virus.
I hope your Craig is gone.
Hope you get stuck here...
with nothing but your own
dead thoughts.
She's in here.
Come and get her.
I told you not to
come back for me.
Anne...
Enough!
I'm done playing your
fucking games!
What do you want?
Show me your face!
No.
No, it's not you.
I want the real Craig!
My Craig.
Craig!
What's the plan, Anne?
What do you mean?
Well. You got us here.
Now what?
Well, whatever this place is...
we came in through therapy.
Trying to heal.
Maybe that's the way out.
I thought you were done
playing games.
No, all that before...
The running and hiding.
That's all bullshit.
You and me, that's what matters.
Running things again, are we?
Okay. But first...
Sit.
So. Where would you
like to begin?
You left.
I never left you.
Remember? You wouldn't let me.
You think I had to say?
Any real kind of say in
what happened between us?
No, you make up your mind
about something and...
that's it. Fucking gospel.
I'm wrong?
Like your little sandwich god.
You believe in something and
then I'm
the idiot for not following
along...
Believing in... what?
Your Holy Edible Trinity?
Maybe you could use a
little faith.
In a sandwich...
In anything, Anne.
In us, even.
So, tell me... in your head,
what is it that's so broken
between us?
Just because you didn't leave...
doesn't mean you were
ever really here.
Don't give me that whiny
suburban shit.
You're better than that.
Do I have to be?
Is it so wrong to want
something better...
normal for us?
And what is it you've cooked up
inside your head to define
normal?
I just want us back.
Could be no coming
back from this.
Not for me at least.
Maybe both of us.
What's going on?
Oh, don't even look at him.
He's long gone.
Long gone and getting
further out.
No, no, no, no, no, no.
I wouldn't get up.
Looking back is best
done sitting.
Getting up, walking around,
that's future-looking-type
stuff.
I just want to be with you.
But which one of us?
How many me's do you remember?
There's only ever been one.
Bullshit.
I knew a million
different you's.
Day to day, hour to hour.
I've only been myself with you.
Don't choose now to
get offended.
I mean, it's just
how life works.
Every decision we make
creates a brand new us.
Of course you'd say that.
You'd rather start
new than change.
You want something
to believe in?
Believe that we can grow,
evolve as human beings...
And every decision they make...
they...
takes us closer to...
closer to, or further from...
our true...
our true...
Good rhythm, isn't it?
We're trying to have
a serious conversation.
So is he.
Don't language-shame.
Just listen.
Look.
What do you want from me?
Doesn't really matter?
What do you want to do?
I want to leave!
Then leave.
With you!
I want to leave with you.
Well, you can't take all of us.
I'm nothing without my
other selves.
Just a memory of a
single moment...
A faded Polaroid.
Tell me...
what is it he's saying?
What, you can't tell?
No.
Well, look at him.
I don't want to.
Why not?
Because it's crazy.
I just want him to stop.
He won't.
Why?
Because he's in pain.
I'm sure he is.
Well, do you know why?
Isn't it obvious?
Tell me.
Because he's hurting himself!
No.
Then why?
He's hurting...
because you won't look at him.
Don't pretend that you knew
all the different me's.
You didn't know
the ones that were hurting.
Couldn't stand to look at them.
I'm looking now.
Now's too late.
No...
No please stay.
We can fix this.
Not until you remember.
Are you fucking kidding me?
I don't know what you
want from me.
Or what brought you here.
But I don't believe in you.
Okay?
There is your god, Craig!
Peanut butter and fucking jelly.
Nothing else.
Are you enjoying this?
You got me talking to a
goddamn sandwich.
I'm losing it...
So what?
Are we gonna have
a little staring contest?
What did you think you were?
Did you think you had answers?
Tell me what to do.
Anne...
Enter the storm.
People always told me
that I'd have to have a partner.
I've never felt...
more excited.
And terrified.
And full of love.
I'd smile and think...
I created you.
Just me.
And some sperm donor guy,
but he was just some guy.
First words.
First crush.
I'd be right beside you.
And you'd be inside of me...
right here.
And nothing can ever
take that away.
Nothing.
I dreamt I won all the
money in the world.
But I traded it all in...
for the one thing I've
always wanted.
My own little piece of Earth.
Where the sun is always setting
but night never falls.
Where justice and inequality
is not even a second thought.
You know, where we are...
where we are free.
Free...
to live whatever life we choose.
Why not join them?
They're fellow dreamers,
dreaming their dreams.
Telling their tales.
Are they trapped in here too?
Like us?
Say what you have to say.
What could I say that
they'd want to hear?
You think they're
talking for you?
No more than you'd be
talking for them.
Talk for you.
I can't dream.
I never have.
At least... if I did,
I can't remember them.
Everyone in my life,
they were...
so creative.
Inspired.
Tapped into something
that I didn't have.
I'd sleep...
I'd try to dream, but...
But...
everything was so quiet.
Like there was
nothing beyond me...
or in me...
worth exploring.
And then... my Mom.
She lost her memory.
I gave up on it.
Imagination's a trap...
takes the best of you and
throws it away.
It's a worthless currency.
I'm better without it.
But Craig...
he always had such a...
a rich inner life.
He'd dream up a better
life for us...
and make it real.
Follow every impulse...
every crazy idea that he had.
He made me feel like I
was finally...
finally a part of something...
beyond me.
Is that all?
That's all that made you
feel connected?
What are you talking about?
What gave your life meaning?
Better damn well have been
more than just me.
I had work...
and I had you.
Until I didn't.
We had more than each other.
Can't you remember?
Can't you remember?
Can't you remember?
Am I in Hell?
Is that what this is?
Maybe.
Maybe Hell is living somebody
else's nightmare
without knowing your own dreams.
I can't dream...
Stop hiding behind that.
Your problem isn't
that you can't dream...
it's that you won't listen.
To what?
The truth.
No.
Who are you?
Tell me who you...
no, show me who you are.
Liam.
Come on honey.
Anne?
Anne!
Liam!
Liam...
I remember you.
I'll find you.
I'm going to find you.
My name is Anne...
I'm asleep.
Or, in a coma.
In my dream or someone else's.
Or maybe lost in infinity.
But I know my truth.
I'm going to find my son, Liam.
And my husband, Craig.
And we are getting out of here.
Liam...
Cry.
Say something, do something.
So I can find you.
Here on bended knee, babe.
Come on, you weird bastard...
Tell me where to go.
Tell me what to do.
Driftwood at noon.
One more stop...
I know what you want.
I've been running from you,
thinking
you're trying to kill me.
But you're my only way out.
So what?
I bring you what you want?
Or everyone dies...
instead of just...
What happened to the others?
Regent.
Odessa.
Did they make it out?
Will I?
You choose to trespass.
But you can still belong.
Choose to stay.
With us.
With them.
Now squeeze!
See, the tighter you squeeze,
the less you can hold.
But if you scoop gently...
you don't lose any.
I can't control anything.
Only what you do.
What you choose to accept.
What you want...
It's Craig, isn't it?
Craig...
Anne?
How'd you find me?
I stopped searching.
Yeah, there were things I
had to remember.
And forget.
Stories I kept telling
myself about our past.
We were never in therapy.
Never needed it.
Though I guess there were
probably times,
it would have been useful.
But no, that's...
that's not what this was.
And you never left me.
Until I did.
The wave.
And Liam?
He was never in this place.
He's out there.
Waiting for you.
I know now.
What's that?
Driftwood.
It's you.
Yeah, to some.
To enough that matter.
All this time I've been
looking for you.
But you're already gone.
This whole time, you've
already been gone.
I'm not gone till you say I am.
Do you have the time?
There's no telling
in this place.
If I had to make a guess...
Noon.
Time to go to the beach, Craig.
You know there's no coming back.
There's no place left to go.
I've got somewhere.
You've been there,
but I think it's worth seeing.
One last time.
Okay.
No, that's not what I'm saying.
If they want to move up the
deadline,
we can accommodate.
But... well, they need to know
what it's going to cost them.
Okay? Okay.
Yeah, call me when you're done.
So?
So I think I might have
to work tomorrow.
Not the whole day.
You know, we get one day
penciled in for the family...
Craig.
I know, and I'm grateful
for how well we're doing. It's
just...
I want tomorrow as
much as you do.
It's not like I want to
work all weekend.
Then don't.
Don't do it.
You call them up, tell them...
Okay, I am going.
We're still going.
Okay?
Okay.
Why are you prepping this now?
I thought I'd get the
sandwiches done early...
so that we could get to the
beach
early, get a good spot.
At the beach. Tomorrow.
Where we're going...
Plus, you know Liam.
He likes his bread a
little bit stale.
He's such a little weirdo.
He's such a little weirdo.
Just like his mom.
Oh. Yeah.
Says the man who suddenly
took up religion.
Still don't know why
that's so strange for you.
Honestly? You don't?
I thought we thought
the same about things.
That there's nothing to believe
in.
Religion is a trap.
Opiate of the people.
Yeah, well...
I believe in something else now.
That bother you?
You don't think that's selfish?
Selfish?
It's a lot to take in.
I mean, you basically changed
how you think about...
well, everything.
Doesn't change how I
think about you.
Not yet. At least.
You know, wouldn't kill you
to have a little faith in
something, Anne.
In anything.
Aside from work.
Hey...
I'm still the man you married.
And I do have faith.
In us.
This is Anne.
Okay, well, let's circle
back next week.
And then...
we'll move forward as planned.
Yeah.
Okay.
Alright, till then. Bye.
Help me be righteous.
Let me build something
for my family.
Something to keep them safe.
From all the violence
and the fear.
And you know, if all this
corrupt bullshit
comes to an end, just...
keep us safe.
And if not me...
them.
Cause Liam, he's innocent.
And Anne...
she has a blameless heart.
She tries.
Just help us find peace.
In this world, or...
any world that comes after.
Amen.
Craig...
What you believe...
Can you tell me if
you were right?
It would help me to know...
I can only tell you what you
do or don't want to hear.
Nothing true.
But you can give me a sign,
right?
Anne.
Can we just enjoy this?
For a minute.
Remember me any way you want to.
Any way you can.
And tell Liam about...
every version of me that
you can dream up.
Deal?
Deal.
Craig...
Anne.
I hold your hand in mine.
I feel it in my sleep.
I keep this moment with
me when I wake...
I keep this with me when I wake.
The only thing we have to lose
is
what we're already on our way to
losing.
If Anne here, or any of the
other patients
have a chance of waking up...
this is it.
And what is it, exactly?
A way back.
So where do we start?
We create a kind of...
no man's land of the Dreamscape.
And what's the risk?
Only that it's too powerful.
We'd be creating a delicate
ecosystem
of separate but coexisting
identities.
In theory, each patient should
restrain
themselves in their own unique
territory.
But there's no telling
how this world will evolve.
Whether varying dreamscapes
will overlap, or vie for
dominance.
These patients...
they're going to face their
worst fears...
the darkest corners of
the human psyche.
That can be difficult to escape.
But they also have a chance
to create the best version of
themselves.
Construct the life they always
wanted.
Or the life they let slip away.
It might be compelling enough...
that some would rather
stay than leave.
Then why leave?
I think most people,
given that choice...
would rather live a life of
painful truth
than comfortable lies.
At least...
that's my hope.
Mom.
Liam.
I'm home.