Nightmares and Dreamscapes (2006) s01e03 Episode Script

Well, I can see I Oh.
Hold still.
Hold still.
- You are Oh! - Ah, ah.
Oh! Bang, bang, Mr.
Umney.
You better skedaddle.
I got a big, bad gun, and it's smokin'.
Aw, don't shoot.
I'll do anything.
Oh, just you wait, Mr.
Umney.
Ooh.
Oh.
Slippery.
Ah.
I like 'em slippery.
Ha ha ha ha.
You're nothin' but a high-class gigolo.
Low-class, baby.
Oh, gosh, you're fun.
You think so? Mrs.
Sternwood.
Uh, have a drink? Clyde, you stinker.
Mr.
Sternwood was the stinker, remember? And I got you out of it clean and square.
Oh, Clyde, I thought we had something special.
We gave it a go.
Right.
Well, no more daydreaming.
I know you don't love me.
You've made it more than obvious.
So I am going to end my life.
What is that? Drain cleaner.
Drain cleaner? Somehow, I don't think so.
You know, Mrs.
Sternwood, I don't believe I've ever really seen you the way I'm seeing you now.
What do you see? You're lovely, cunning.
You are, Mrs.
Sternwood, the last eternal mystery.
Scorching, beautiful, built for love, not the kind of woman who would ever clean her own drains.
Aaah! Oh, my god! Sugar crystals.
Just as I suspected.
Oh, my god.
Clyde Umney, private investigator.
I'm a fool.
And you're awfully sweet.
Trouble at blondie's.
I've gotta go.
But But, Mr.
Umney, I Wait, wait, wait.
Get some coffee for her sugar, will you, doll? Worries, Mr.
Umney? Not my style.
What have you got here, Vernon? W Why, that's Jesus walkin' on the sea of Galilee And my wife dressed up like sweetheart of the rodeo.
Nice fringes.
Vernon, you've invented something here.
We are standing in the world's first moving-up-and-down picture gallery.
Why, it's art for the modern age Efficient, cost-effective Look out! He's got a gun! Oh, my gosh.
You're a tough old bird, aren't ya? No worries, Mr.
Umney.
He's right in there.
He's all yours boys.
That's it.
I'm leaving.
- Where do you think you're going? - Don't.
I have to turn you in.
What's your problem, Ardis? You got popcorn for brains? I saw what you did, Dunninger.
I couldn't help it.
I was on that street corner waiting for the bus when you pulled up and shot 3 innocent people.
Ah, don't go soft.
They were double-dealing dope addicts.
I can't just forget it.
You can if you're smart.
If you turn yourself in to the police, they'll go easy on you.
That's right.
They'll fry me nice and slow.
When my little sister was lost, drowning in sin, I just waited, thinking god will protect her, that she'd come to her senses, and it'd be all right.
You know what, Mr.
Dunninger? God is out to lunch.
Go the police, and they'll be scraping your little sister's face off the pavement and shoveling it in one of blondie's homemade mincemeat pies.
Let her go, Dunninger.
Bow-wow.
The talented Mr.
Umney.
Clyde, look out! Stay here.
Behind the bar! Oh, my! Clyde? Clyde? You ok, doll? I am now.
Come home with me.
I can't.
Mother's waiting.
Run away to Mexico with me, just you, me, and the road.
It's not like that, Clyde.
You know it never is.
It's different for us.
We're one and the same.
We belong together, and someday I'll prove that to you.
Come on there, folks.
- Stan! - Yeah, Clyde? Do me a favor, will ya? See that miss McGill gets home.
You betcha.
Stay out of the rain, kid.
Outside.
Shut up, buster.
Get a job.
Whoo! Ha ha ha ha! Swell.
Go on.
One more time.
Whoo hoo hoo! Wait.
Come here.
Come back.
There.
Ooh! Ha ha ha! G eorge.
That's my job.
Wait, wait.
Now.
Go! Ohh! Ha ha ha! Whaah.
One more.
Ok.
One more.
Whoo! Ha ha ha! I got you.
Whoo! Whaah! Whoa.
Boys, this is one perfect day.
Somebody should slap a little "R" inside a circle symbol right smack in the middle of this day, a registered Los Angeles morning, a Louis B.
Mayer production.
Hmm.
What do you say, George and Gloria?! Something okey-pokey?! Heh heh heh.
Feeling an eensy-weensy hangover? Look! Buster, a cat! Hey, what's the beef? Why don't you yap when I need you to, you ignorant mutt? - Vern.
- Mr.
Umney.
What happened to Jesus walkin' on the sea of Galilee? Where's the sweetheart of the rodeo? What is this? Remember, the party is on Friday.
Wait a damn minute.
What party? What's going on? Retirement.
To hell you say.
Mr.
Landry's coming.
Mr.
Sam Landry, owner of this building.
If you don't wanna come, fine.
You've been acting crazy as a loon for the past 6 months anyhow.
What's gotten into you? You know what.
It's the big "C".
Terminal cancer? Since yesterday? I'm retiring to Arizona.
Gonna live with my sister for as long as I have.
Let's face it, I don't expect to wear out my welcome.
You're supposed to be here, right here sittin' on your stool with Jesus and your wife over your head, not Not this.
For how long, Mr.
Umney? Since you know everything, You could probably tell me.
How long do I have to keep driving this damn car? Well forever.
Forever, Vernon.
You can't retire.
No? The way it looks to me, I really ain't got a choice.
This isn't right.
You know it isn't right, Vern.
What's not right, Mr.
Umney? Heh heh heh heh.
Heh heh heh heh ha ha ha! Heh heh.
Bye, Mr.
Umney.
Get me the file on the Mavis Weld case, will you, doll? Dear Clyde, I have had all the groping and sneering I'm going to take from you.
Life is too short to be pawed by a washed-up divorce detective with bad breath.
You did have your good points, Clyde, but they are getting drowned out by the bad ones.
Do yourself a favor and grow up.
Yours truly, Arlene Cain.
P.
S.
I'm going back to my mother's in Idaho.
Do not try to get in touch with me.
She liked it.
She said she liked it.
Bad day, Clyde? Samuel D.
Landry at your service.
Sam Landry? You're the you're the one that owns the building.
It's all my fault.
I'm sorry, Clyde, I really am, but, uh meeting you has been, well not what I expected.
For one thing, I like you a lot more than I thought I would.
But I've got business here, and there's no going back.
Yeah? You're You're not like any businessman I've ever seen.
You call that a briefcase? It's a computer, a typewriter with a brain.
Ah.
Ha ha.
Ok.
I'm gettin' it now.
You carry a brain around in your briefcase.
You wear shoes that look like Boris Karloff's Frankenstein get-up, What are you, some sort of a horror-movie guy? No.
Clyde, I'm a literary guy.
What's the writing on your shoes? Reebok.
Reebok? Sounds like a dish on a Chinese carryout menu.
Oh, you like that, huh? I know all your ideas, Clyde.
After all, I'm you.
Yeah.
I noticed the resemblance.
Not familiar with the Cologne, though.
It's called Aramis.
It won't be invented for another 40 years or so, just like my sneakers.
The devil you say.
Uh, the devil might come into it.
Where are you from? I come from the future, Clyde, just like a a pulp-magazine story.
Yeah, you come from sunnyland sanitarium, more like it.
But not like a science-fiction story, Not exactly.
What was your father's name, Clyde? What has that got to do with the price of cucumbers on Monday? You don't know, do you? What about your mother's? Here's a couple of easy ones across the plate.
Where'd you go to school? What was the name - of the first girl you ever went all the way with? - Ok, stop playin' games.
Where'd you grow up? Carmel? Dusty bottom, New Mexico? Cut the crap.
Do you know? Do you? Yeah.
It was, um "San Diego! Born and raised.
" San Diego.
That feels right.
It feels right because I wrote it.
What's a Sony? Some sort of a side dish you get with a Reebok dinner? Heh.
It's a Japanese electronics company.
Oh, now you're kiddin' me, mister.
The japs can't even make a windup toy.
Not now.
Tell me, Clyde, when is now? Do you know the date? W Wait a minute.
Uh, 1939.
Don't feel badly.
You don't know, because I don't know.
I've always kept the timeline vague in my novels.
Going more for a feeling.
Call it chandler American time.
Works for my readers.
Ok, tell me what's going on here.
You're beginning to know, aren't you? Maybe I don't know my dad's name or my mom's name or the first girl I went to bed with because You don't know.
Is that it? You're getting warm.
You don't just own this building.
You own everything.
Hot, hot, hot.
Hot as a hot potato.
You see the picture on the wall to the left of the door? Don't do it.
"On the wall to the left of the door, "a revered leader hangs, but always slightly askew.
That's my way of keeping him in perspective.
" You're a writer.
You made me up.
When? Or is that even the right question? You first appeared in a mystery called Requiem for a Lady in 19 You've grown a lot more complex and interesting since then.
You were pretty one-dimensional at the beginning.
Yeah? What a pisser for me.
Your latest was called how like a fallen angel.
I started that in 1995.
Took me 5 years to finish.
My life's been interesting, Clyde.
Yeah? Well, you screwed up big-time with this one.
I didn't want to scare you any more than I had to.
Yeah? Well, you're scaring me plenty, mister.
If you created me and you can turn George Washington into Franklin Delano Roosevelt, then you can do anything.
Buster.
Here, boy.
George? Gloria? It's me, Clyde, from next door.
Here's to you, George and Gloria.
No more parties.
No more trips to Palm Desert.
No more Basie and Ellington Blowin' through the open window in Spring.
No more of that Welsh Corgi bark that goes through your head like slivers of glass.
You did this.
You made George kill his wife, you stinkin' bastard! You're a clever boy, Clyde, but readers love nasty murders, because secretly they wanna be the killer, shoot the annoying neighbor.
Strangle that whining girlfriend.
Make-believe is a great healer.
Yeah? Well, it didn't heal the demmicks.
They were good people.
You think you're god, but you're just a 2-bit bully.
Why, I've beaten wiseguys tougher than you in your own books.
"His revelations hit me like some kind "of debilitating drug.
"All the strength went out of my muscles.
"My legs felt like "a couple of strands of al dente spaghetti.
"All I could do was flop back in my chair and look at him.
" That's not very good, but rapid composition Has never been one of my strong points.
You son of a bitch.
Yeah.
I suppose I am.
You know your client, Mavis Weld? She was a character in a novel called the little sister by Raymond Chandler.
- Ring a bell? - No.
No.
Of course not.
In your world, Chandler never even existed.
But he's the man for every mystery scribe since then.
Clyde Umney was the name of the lawyer in playback.
I did it as an um, a tribute, an hommage.
Hommage? Sounds like a fancy word for stealing, if you ask me.
So what'd you come here for? What's the heist? I came for you, Clyde.
For me? Sorry.
I'm afraid you're gonna have to think of your life in a new way from now on, Clyde, as a, um well, as a pair of shoes.
You're stepping out, and I'm stepping in.
Oh.
How fascinating.
And, uh, what happens to Clyde Umney? I want you to see something.
This is my personal diary.
Don't even think about it.
This is stuff I didn't make up.
This is my life, the interesting part.
Why did you come for me? There.
It's It's about a cimetary Linda and I went to see our son's grave every week.
I'm sorry for you, Landry.
I can't come here anymore.
Why? Are you behind on writing the book? How can you say that? Because the book is all you do.
Yes, I write in order to stay relatively sane.
But coming here is like ripping out stitches over and over.
I'm not gonna leave Danny.
Nobody's leaving him.
It's just so cold in the ground, and he's all alone.
How long do we go on blaming ourselves? Just give me a minute, will you, hon? Mom! Dad! Look at me! They're gonna win.
Don't you dare.
Go! Oh, yeah! And he's under the net.
You owe me! Danny.
Danny! Aah! Danny's at the bottom of the pool! Danny's at the bottom of the pool! Somebody help! Sam! Sam! Sam! Danny's at the bottom of the pool! Somebody help! Danny! Danny, no! Get him out! Help danny! Get him out! Where are you? Uh, page 187.
No.
Not what freakin' page you're on.
Where are you? How are you? 'Cause you're not here with me.
I'm working.
You're escaping, off in your own private universe.
Oh, god.
You know what? That's great for you, Sam.
Why don't you just live in your fictional world, because that way, you never have to face the fact that we've lost our son.
I'm aware of the facts.
God.
You know what? Maybe I'm as nutty as you, But sometimes sometimes I wish Clyde Umney were here.
He's definitely younger.
Remember when he saved Ardis McGill from going crazy when she lost her little sister to a life of prostitution andand how he consoled Mrs.
Norris in how like a fallen angel? He gave her hope.
He brought her back to life.
He screwed her brains out.
You just sit there staring at that screen.
Linda didn't know it, but she gave me the idea to come here.
She's given me a lot of good ideas.
Not only do you steal from that guy Ray Chandler, You steal from your own wife.
I've heard of low, but that's bargain basement.
Are you getting this news flash? Writers are the most shameless, self-centered bastards in the world.
We lie, we seduce, we'll steal your soul Anything to look good on the page.
Aw, you won't get any tea and sympathy from me.
I'm a bestselling author, and I don't have the words to console my own wife.
You're my alter ego.
You can do what I can't do.
Go to linda.
Help her.
You are nuts! Like the way you saved Mrs.
Sternwood from swallowing drain cleaner.
If that'd been me, I would've had a panic attack, but you were great.
I'll stay right here in my own shoes, thanks.
As you say in your world, I am the man.
What the hell does that mean? We're all men.
Here.
Take a powder.
I got work to do.
Don't get snotty.
I made you.
Oops.
Did we make daddy mad? Is that how you talked to your little boy? Damn you.
Ah, what are you gonna do, turn me into a barking dog? "Dunninger's boys knew they couldn't touch me "without bringing down the heat, "so they took it out on my girl.
Well, not her, exactly, but her little sister.
" Don't do this, Landry.
"And when Ardis found the poor kid, "she looked like she'd been attacked "by a circus of crazed monkeys with samurai swords.
" Stop it, you stinkin' pervert! "And they carved her face into monkey meat.
" They killed her, Clyde, my poor little sister.
I know.
Why did she have to suffer so? Ardis, get the hell out of here.
I told you it would never be good.
This world of ours Is a heartless maze of greed and hate, and there's no way out.
You're wrong.
The world is bright because you're in it.
Why do bullies always win? "She was already over the edge.
"And there was nothing I could do to stop her.
" They don't always win.
You know why? Because there's love.
"She had taken things into her own hands.
" I hear you, my darling.
Ardis, listen.
N Aah! I wish you all the love in the world.
You didn't have to do that.
It's a new chapter, pal.
You think you're pretty slick, Mr.
God almighty, but you're a bush-league version of god.
I'm not your puppet.
You can't control me.
"My will ebbing, I pushed on.
" You're dust "This was it.
" And your stories are dust.
"Final adversary" It's the characters that live on.
"The last gun battle" Nobody'll remember your clever little tricks.
"That was coming at me like a bullet to the gut.
" - But they'll remember Clyde Umney.
- "The big sleep.
" Aw, that's right.
Make everything stop so you can do anything you want.
Clyde Umney would never do that.
He'd call it the coward's way out.
Let me live.
This is my life.
Too late.
It's my name on the windows.
I have always wanted to be a private eye, ever since I was a little kid, To live in a world I could understand where sweet little boys don't drown, husbands and wives don't stop loving each other.
That place is here My place, my time, Los Angeles, 1938 And that private eye is me.
Is this the end of Clyde Umney? I don't exactly know what's coming.
Close your eyes.
I'll try to make this quick.
I hope it doesn't hurt, old buddy.
But you could care less if it does, you arrogant prick.
"And so I left town.
" "And as to where I finished up, "well, mister, I think that's my business.
Don't you?" "The end.
" Sam I'm Clyde Umney.
Gosh, Sam, what did you do? You grow a mustache While I'm mopping the floor? I'm Clyde Umney, Mrs.
Landry, from 1938.
This is a little early for Halloween, honey.
Can I come in? The pool is cold.
What do you expect? Nobody's used it in months.
I guess nobody would.
Not since your son drowned.
Danny.
He was 6 years old.
Sam told me all about it, and I'm sorry.
It was a tragic accident, ma'am, and you don't need to be shoulderin' the blame.
When did you talk to Sam? When he came into my office And stole my damn life.
So this is the house imagination built.
Sam was big on imagination.
Yeah, I can imagine him.
In cement shoes at the bottom of a lake.
Sam talked about this.
He called it the big rewrite.
He was gonna write you out of your world and write himself back in.
I just thought it was another one of his daydreams.
But Wait.
You're you're as real as can be.
We swapped lives.
That's what must've happened.
What did it feel like? There was a a lot of bright, green light, and then I guess I came in through the machine, Like a keyhole between 2 worlds.
But it feels all right.
Huh.
That thing is black-magic voodoo.
On a good day.
Does this mean that Sam is gone? He's probably got his heels up on my damn desk right now, fleecing my clients and chasing my girl.
Only, she's dead.
He probably brought her back to life, the selfish bastard.
Do you want a drink? You oughta know.
Oh.
Hold the phone.
Hmm.
Ahh.
You're a lot more fun in person.
In the novels, you're very grim.
Murder is grim, Mrs.
Landry.
What the hell are we supposed to do now? Well you're a hard-boiled detective, and I'm a dame.
We could always find some lonely, gullible type and shoot him for the insurance.
Irony.
You didn't have that in your world.
You mean talkin' uppity in order to sound smart? Yeah We had it.
Sam Landry, private investigator.
Sam Landry, private investigator.
Sam Landry here.
Ring.
Landry here.
Doll, I told ya, don't call me at work.
This is gonna be all right.
Ah.
That's swell of you, Mrs.
Landry.
Well, I want you to feel at home.
Say, uh Ahh.
You know how to work that machine? Not if you keep calling me Mrs.
Landry.
Couldn't be any harder than flyin' an airplane.
Like you did in wings of deceit.
You know, that was not Sam's best.
He had some success, and then he got fat and lazy.
Are you gettin' this news flash, Mrs.
Landry? Your husband cared for you.
He didn't want you to suffer anymore because of the kid kickin' off.
That's why I'm here.
That's why everything's loused up, and somehow I gotta get back.
But you can't, because that's not the way sam wrote it.
Well, screw him.
Sam was right, though.
Being with you is having a very positive effect.
- Yeah? - Yeah.
Well, I call it hell.
Frozen dinners you cook in a box.
Sneakers that look like Frankenstein shoes.
Music that sounds like crows being steamed alive in a pressure cooker.
There's a lot to recommend in this world.
The sushi.
Caller I.
D.
300-thread-count egyptian cotton sheets available by catalog.
Wait a minute.
Bite me, Clyde.
I'm just a tramp.
I know who are.
You're cora papadakis.
The hellcat from requiem for a lady.
You know, sam stole that name from a man called James M.
Cain.
He was a greedy little thief.
- You're no good.
- Oh, god.
You're a bum.
Oh, just relax, will you? We're a married couple.
If you and my husband are the same person, then technically, we must be married.
Ardis McGill was always supposed to be my one true love.
But wait.
We don't have to play by his rules, Clyde.
We can write our own story.
Oh, let's just drive to Mexico, baby, just you, me, and the road.
Let's make a baby.
I know it's gonna look just like you.
When did you open shop, Detective Landry? A few chapters ago.
Uhh.
I see.
So what up? Heh heh.
Heh.
Um You suspect your wife of fooling around? Hi, Mr.
Landry.
Candy? No, thanks.
I'm here to clean your pool.
Oh.
So that's what they're callin' it these days.
Ah heh.
Yeah.
So, you look good.
How's the writing going? Peachy.
I'm home, honey! Bang bang! No! Whaah! Ho ho! No! No.
Yeah, you better run.
I got a big, bad gun, and you're gonna get it.
Don't shoot.
Don't shoot.
I'll do anything.
Danny's at the bottom of the pool! Danny's at the bottom of Sam! Sam! No! Sam! No! Mom! I'll do anything.
Get out! You Whoa! Unh! Whoa! Leave my boy alone! You lousy, two-faced All right, calm down.
Calm down.
- Washed-up divorce detective with bad breath.
- Calm down.
Calm down, Mrs.
Landry.
I just want Sam and Danny.
Get ahold of yourself, Mrs.
Landry.
I thought we could start over.
I thought we could have a baby and it would look just like Shh, shh, shh, shh, shh, shh, shh.
No.
I bought clothes.
I was gonna surprise you with a second honeymoon.
Or first.
Or whichever.
But You're with her.
It's never gonna change, Mrs.
Landry.
This is who I am.
This is how it's written.
No.
No.
Because Sam changed the ending.
Sam thought he was god, but he forgot one thing.
Character is destiny.
Clyde Umney's never gonna change.
If it makes you feel any better, I don't wanna be here either in this groaning world of yours with its freight of disease and senseless violence.
Oh.
Just go.
Just go back to wherever it is you came from.
In a snap, Mrs.
Landry.
Only, god didn't leave the directions.
I know she is.
How do you know? I saw them together.
You saw them together.
So that's how you put it together.
Yes.
In the toolshed.
Mm-hmm.
What, may I ask of course, you may ask.
You ask him.
What were they doing in the toolshed? Is it necessary to go into such personal details? That's why they say, "private," In private eye, Mr.
Woolrich.
That'spretty good.
Need a nurse in here.
Right there.
His pupils are fixed and dilated.
Ok.
Let's move him.
Yes, doctor.
1, 2, 3.
We're losing him.
No.
Detective Landry.
No.
No.
What on earth? No.
What have I done? What didn't I do? "Ardis McGill was a really great gal.
"I mean, really great.
In the sense that you'd never met anyone like her before.
" Take me back.
Through the looking glassnow.
Wow.
Honey, that's really bad.
Ok, ok, it isn't perfect.
Ha.
It sucks.
But who says you can't learn? God.
I guess it's a one-way thing.
You can't just type the words.
You gotta be a real writer.
Which is what? A writer wakes up with his mouth full of pity.
Hemingway said that.
How did I know? I didn't.
It was Sam.
Sam's the real writer.
I'm just me.
Forget it, baby.
No.
I'm gonna get better at this.
Did you read that, Sam? I'm comin' after you.
I found my way in.
I can see you, but I don't think you'll be able to see me, not until I wrap my hands around your neck.
Heh heh.