God this feels weird. -What?
Have you ever had the feeling you've done something before?
Why?
It's like a small glitch in the brain.
I've been here before.
It usually passes after a couple of seconds.
I don't want it to pass.
You spent your time well.
Time is the only thing I still have.
Very good. Is it Sofia?
How long will I have to stay here? -Who knows.
Even in my worst nightmares such a thing doesn't exist.
It's a psychiatric prison. No more no less.
I don't belong here. -You've been accused of murder.
I don't even know what I've done. -Does 'Ellie' remind you of anything?
Do you know a girl named Ellie? -No. Why do you ask?
Apparently last night you mentioned it over and over.
I must've been dreaming.
What have you been dreaming? -I can't remember.
It could be very important. -How can that be of importance at all?
As evidence for your innocence in this I must have some kind of explanation.
There is no explanation for it, I've already told you that.
What were you dreaming, Cesar?
I don't know. All I remember is little bits and pieces.
It started in some kind of office.
A secretary let me into this room.
In the room are pictures of a sunset and a man.
After that I can't remember. They showed me some documents.
What kind of documents? -I can't remember. I signed them.
The office, is it your company's? -No I didn't recognise it.
So it's a place you've never seen before. -Isn't that normal for dreams?
Were it the papers you signed at the doctors'?
No, the doctors' office was surreal.
One day they asked me to come to the clinic.
Where I was welcomed by the entire medical team.
For months they had been looking at me with great ignorance.
That time they all smiled.
The same fucker that called me hopeless even mentioned surgery again.
They'd developed a new, revolutionary method.
They told me they could reconstruct my face within two weeks.
And did you believe it? -At first I didn't.
I thought they were just after my money.
But then they showed me their new equipment.
It was almost science fiction.
There were lots of cabled, buttons, computer screens...
I never knew exactly what they were going to do with me.
But I had nothing to lose.
They were used to doing nosejobs and liposuction but this was much more.
My life took a complete turn in a single week.
The one moment I lied on the ground drunk the other moment I only wanted to die...
...the next morning all my dreams came true. Like in the movies.
Sofia loved me and the doctors had found a miracle cure.
No wonder I was being suspicious.
Suspicious? What for? For who?
I don't know.
Happiness often comes when you least expect it.
I know someone who used to be single.
All of a sudden he had a lovely wife and two daughters.
Jesus, your definition of happiness is utterly simple.
Happiness is different for everyone. What is it for you?
What is happiness for you?
No stupid questions please. -But at that moment you were completely happy.
So what? My life is a mess now.
All I can do is eat, shit, and dream about my memories.
Well you should cherish your memories.
Are you OK? -OK?
Stop that. They were going to take the plates off today.
They did. -And?
Well, my ears are where they should be again.
Don't be so freaky.
Take them off. -No you do it.
How did they do this?
Wait...
I've got to tell you that I love you.
You're moving quite faster. We only just met yesterday.
Yesterday? -On my birthday remember?
I met a great girl there. Her name's Sofia.
But this morning everything was fine and she's with me again.
What is it?
What's the matter?
If you want me to move you have to put in a coin.
Strange how one values a great moment only after it's over.
Maybe we think these moments are great because we keep thinking of them.
How was Pelayo?
Just a moment.
OK done.
Do you want anything? -No thanks.
How are you Pelayo? -I'm OK.
How are you, Pelayo? -Fine.
Really?
I'm not the loser you think I am.
I'm used to you winning, you fuck. And Sofia isn't all that.
The girl of your dreams is what you said. -Did I? Must've been drunk.
And besides, we're friends right?
Fucker.
What's that on your face?
Fuck, one of the stitches is opening up. -What are you talking about?
You're insane.
What's wrong?
I hate dreams.
You're tickling me.
What's wrong?
What are you doing?
Where's Sofia?
What have you done to Sofia?
I am Sofia. -Bitch.
You're nuts. -Where is she?
I'm going to call the police. You'll be in trouble if she doesn't come back.
So you survived the accident. -I was never in an accident.
No it was a murder attempt. Too bad you've never seen my face.
Why are you doing this? Have I changed so much?
No, you're the same freak that messed up my life.
I'm the same girl you just made love to. Sofia.
Stop saying you're Sofia. Don't ever say her name again.
You won't tell me where she is will you?
You never will.
I love you.
Good evening.
You're dismissed. I'll handle this.
Well, let's see if I get this right.
Where were you last night? -At home like I told you.
You and? -A girl.
The girl I just talked to? -No, another girl. Sofia.
This girl's name is Sofia. -That's what she says, the liar.
Then who is she? -She's Nuria.
Nuria who?
I don't know what her surname is.
Let's see. You were at home with a girl named Sofia.
And all of a sudden... -She was there instead of Sofia.
And where is Sofia? -Ask Nuria.
You don't know her surname? -Who do you believe, her or me?
All I can say is that her record is OK. I'm going to let her go.
How can you do that? -I assure you her name is Sofia.
Sofia Cueto, she lives at 2 Calle Quiros.
That's a different girl. I know the real Sofia.
Let me ask you again: where else is she?
Strictly taken this girl only exists in your imagination.
I can't believe this. -And another thing.
This girl was beaten up. -She came into my house.
For some strange reason she doesn't want to file a report.
Jesus, now she plays the victim.
Do you use drugs? We know you've been under psychiatric treatment.
Because my face was deformed. -Your face looks perfectly fine.
Because...oh forget it. I have nothing more to say.
Mister, I would suggest that you seek mental help.
Have you gone insane? What have you done?
If you want to ruin her life there are other ways you bastard.
You won't ever touch Sofia again. -It was Nuria.
Nuria is dead. -Easy, or both of you stay here.
I never want to hear from you again. -Listen, Nuria's still alive.
Sofia told me everything. -On the phone, right?
It's not Sofia. Nuria is faking her voice and has taken her passport.
It wasn't on the phone, I gave her a ride home.
And she was just like in this pic.
Nice picture isn't it? So this isn't Sofia?
But... are you trying to fool me? -You're insane.
Bloody insane.
Insane.
You're all insane. All of you. -Let me go.
God, what's happening?
It's my associates, right? This conspiracy. I bet they're paying for this.
Look. Ever since you were in the accident you've been acting strange.
What now? Is this the girl you wanted?
Is this the girl of your dreams? -Yes.
And you've taken her from me.
You need to see a shrink.
You in trouble?
I'm no in the mood... -There is an explanation for this.
Who are you? -You've seen me on TV.
What do you want?
I'm here to help. But you'll have to calm down first.
Calm down? -Take control over your fear...
...and regain yourself. -I'm fine.
Who said I wasn't doing OK? -They did. All of them
They say I'm insane. -Ofcourse you're not.
What if I told you you were just dreaming?
Why not? -I know what's real. This is.
How do you know? You won't know until you wake up.
I just know. Dreams aren't this complicated.
There is no such thing as a simple dream. Look at them over there.
They're minding their own business without even seeing you.
They could be there just because you wanted them though.
Let me tell you what: you can even make them work for you if you want.
Or they could destroy you. -I want them to be quiet. and you too.
You see?
What's going on here?
I want the truth damnit. -Maybe you can't cope with the truth.
They were trying to make me mad. Nuria, Pelayo, the police, that man...
Who was that man? -I don't know.
You'd seen him on TV. What programme? -I don't know.
This show about deepfreezing dead people.
Cryonics or something. What they did with Walt Disney.
I can help you remember. -Are you threatening me?
Lie down.
What's that? -A syringe.
Easy. -My arm is tingling.
It's just a sedative. -What for?
This is all nonsense.
If only you trusted psychiatrists just once you wouldn't be here now.
You're making me nervous. -There's nothing to be afraid of.
But I am afraid. A little. -Concentrate.
Here we go...
Shit I'm dizzy. -Bye-bye, Cesar.
Right then, what can you tell me about your dream?
Dream... It's not raining in my dream.
The office dream. Can you tell me who Ellie is?
A secretary. -Is this Ellie?
She say I'm being expected. -By who?
The Frenchman from TV.
A contract... Ellie... -Who is Ellie?
You won't regret this. Just sign.
What are they making you sign? -Ellie's going to take care of everything.
What did you sign?
What's going on Cesar? Why are you crying?
I'm going to die. -No you're not.
I don't know how many...pills. -Wait, have you taken pills?
I don't know how many to take. I don't want it.
On the count of three you will wake up.
I thought you'd always told me the truth.
What do you mean? -You told me you hadn't taken anything.
So I'm only asking this once more. Had you been taking drugs?
Why does everyone... -Tell me the truth.
It's important. -I didn't take anything.
Your brains may have suffered from those pills.
I haven't taken anything. -You told me you had.
It was a dream. You're taking it way too seriously.
Can't you tell the difference between a dream and reality? Because I can.
Oh yeah? Don't make me laugh.
Dead people rising, disappearances, you as the Phantom of the Opera...
Can you remember what you did to Sofia?
It wasn't Sofia. -Whoever it was then. What have you done?
Do you remember?
My God...
I thought you were a burglar.
Who are you? -I'm Sofia.
No you're not.
Soon this will all be over. We'll be together again.
You will have forgotten Nuria and I will no longer be afraid of you.
I'm thirsty. -I'll get you some water.
Yes, I'm Sofia.
I am Sofia.
I want to see you. I want to see you.
I want to see you.
Sometimes you dream you're with someone. Like your father for example...
...one second later it's your mother, then the paperboy...
...and still there's the feeling you're talking to the same person.
You think you're at home but suddenly you're in school...
...in a hospital or in jail.
That's what dreams are like.
Sometimes the mind acts like in a dream.
Do you know what insanity is?
I may be clumsy but I'm not insane.
Then what is it? You tell me because I don't know.
I don't know what you're thinking, who Ellie is, or that man from TV.
I don't know. -Me neither.
Will you visit me after trial? -I thought you hated me.
What are you going to say? -Why do you ask?
The first hearing is next week.
Temporary insanity. Seems to suit your case best.
Though it won't help much. They'll never believe me.
I can't even believe it myself. -What do you believe then?
I think you're seriously ill and that you should stay here.
No worries. I'll get at least 20 years.
You won't believe me but I care a lot about you.
Listen, kid. Your case interests me and I pity you.
For a while I thought it would be a joke.
But I can't go too far in this
I'm only a shrink. -You don't look like one.
Then what do I look like? -Like my father. You and your lecturing.
Your father is dead.
There you go then.
By the way, do you know what happened to that man who so happy with his daughters?
I've never seen him again. Take a lawyer. Bye Cesar.
...the most important Spanish investment...
...no longer in Cuba.
...in different periods.
The Romans only lived to be 25.
Who's got the remote?
Give it to me.
What's going on?
In the office is a computer that's connected to the internet. I can use it if you come with me.
Why do you want to go on the internet? -I know what Ellie is.
Ellie is a company. -How do you know?
Ellie is 'L.E.' in English. The company's initials.
So what are you going to do now? -Search for those initials. Everything on L.E.
Shit. -You can only see one at a time.
Jesus, I've done this before.
It's a small glitch in the brain. -No, not this time.
God, it's him. -The picture from your dream?
It's not something you would dream about? -A cryonics company.
I'll print it. -But what is the link with you?
This is the key, look. They have a branche in Madrid.
OK I'll go there. -No, I have to go too.
I'll never get you out of here. -You can if you come with me.
Make something up. You can do it.
You know more don't you?
No I don't but I've just got a funny feeling about this.
I have to go there. No matter what.
Just to remind you, I am armed.
It is my task to shoot you if you do something stupid.
I've been here before. -Follow me.
You have twenty minutes.
It's exactly as in my dream.
Good morning, how may I help you? -We're here to see Mr. ...Duvernois.
That's my son.
He's very shy.
Mr. Duvernois isn't here right now. But do you know what cryonics is?
More or less. -Here's some information.
You can read it in the waiting room and my colleague will come and help you.
'Living without limits to those who look ahead.' Is this a cult?
'Cryonics is the process of deepfreezing people in order to preserve them.
It will take you into the future where you will be revitalised.'
You pay for living forever.
Jules Verne was laughed at. -Cesar, this is impossible.
How do you know? This is exactly what the church has been promising for centuries
Immortality. Only this is a bunch of charlatans.
So what does this have to do with you? You're alive.
Here is a contract, should you want to read it.
The process is very simple. You die, tomorrow, in 20 years...
When you're officially declared dead we will take you to Tucson, Arizona.
You will be deepfrozen at minus 78° Centigrade.
This Total Suspension will cost you 240,000 Dollar.
30,000 for deepfreezing, the rest is put in investment funds...
...the generated interest will suffice for maintenance and revitalisation.
If possible. -We believe it will.
What's this? Clause 14, 'Artificial Perception'.
That's a yet undeveloped concept.
Look, this is a life: birth and death.
Say you have a terminal disease.
Though you want to live. But not in the future.
What you want it to continue your life.
So, you die and we'll deepfreeze you...
...and when revitalisation becomes possible we'll get you back...
...it's like a dream. -A dream?
Everything will appear real: your friends, the city.
Even this office. But it's merely a virtual reality.
We'll make you forget you were dead and that you've signed for this.
How? -It's very simple.
We'll erase your memory to make your life simply go on.
And best of all you'll live like you want it to. You decide.
But what if there's a mistake made by your people?
If the dream turns into a nightmare?
The unconscious mind can always betray us...
...but we're professionals.
And Virtual Reality is developing rapidly.
I'll be very honest with you.
Signing clause 14 means signing in for paradise.
I know it's hard to believe. But Jules Verne was laughed at.
Excuse me.
Where do you think you're going? -The toilet.
Don't walk so fast. -I'll go with him, he's dizzy.
Cesar, calm down.
It's a dream. -What this guy told you is impossible.
Maybe not in the 30th century. -Well it's 1997.
It only seems so. That's what I paid for.
Listen up dammit. If this is a dream then I am a lie myself too.
You only exist in my head. -I'm for real.
And how would I know? -Can't you tell when you're dreaming?
Does this resemble a dream? Well? Tell me.
This is freaking me out.
There is no trial. I didn't kill anyone.
Believe me dammit. It's not a dream.
Something's gone wrong. Nuria and Sofia were mixed up somewhere.
And my face... this isn't my face. -You're all right.
The guard was right, you do behave like a child. Take the mask off.
I don't want to see it. -But I do.
Don't you understand it? It's about what I see, it's my dream.
If you say that one more time I'm going to have you locked up.
Show me your face. You owe it to me.
Now look in the mirror please and tell me if your face is deformed.
Why do you keep seeing things that aren't there?
I'm a monster. -What? Everyone would trade places with you.
You're perfectly normal. No, not normal. Handsome.
Maybe you're an anorexic or something.
Girls who think they're fat and who think they'll go insane.
I want to wake up.
I want to wake up!
Stop! -Don't shoot.
This is a nightmare.
Wait. You can't leave from there.
Het is een droom.
Hold it.
Drop the gun.
I want to wake up, I want to wake up.
I want to WAKE UP!
Antonio...
...you're squishing me.
I can't move. I've been shot in the back .
How do you know?
Well...because...
What the fuck is going on here?
I told you it was a dream -Shut up.
I know. This is one of those candid camera shows isn't it?
Well done it's been great, but it's over now OK.
There's someone there. -Where?
Up on the roof. -I can't see anything.
Where are you going?
Come. Don't think about it for too long or you'll go crazy.
Hi Cesar.
Allow me to introduce myself. Serge Duvernois of Life Extension.
We met...150 years ago.
Has the world gone insane? -There is no world anymore.
Everything exists in the mind of this young man, even you and me.
See if you can feel a punch in the eye? -Go ahead and try me.
They can remove you just like the others.
Who are 'they'? -The company. Life Extension.
They know exactly what we're saying.
They know what's going on inside Cesar's head just after he thinks.
Why haven't they removed me yet?
That would be virtually incorrect since you saved my life.
Virtually incorrect? Do you think I'm insane?
On the contrary, you're a nice character. And very important to Cesar.
A character?
Where are you going? there's nobody there. Humans were obsolete a long while ago.
Why didn't you wake me up sooner?
You should've asked. Even though that was nearly impossible...
...because in theory you didn't know you were dreaming.
Since when? -Remember that night at the disco?
The night you fell down on the street...
...we had that planned to switch...
you from your normal life to your virtual life.
There's just 150 years in between that you've missed because you were dead.
When you woke up nothing was real anymore.
What had really happened was erased from your brain.
Like what?
You never saw Sofia again.
The doctors had never been able to restore your face again.
You woke up in the street with a horrible hangover.
You locked yourself in your house, for months until you heard about us.
You came to our office and signed the contract after which...
...you killed yourself.
And I paid for all this?
For making Nuria come back as Sofia?
For the face of a monster? For this nightmare?
You paid for a life of your choice.
We just give you the people for it. You created your own hell.
I tried explaining to you that it all depended on your own mind.
All I have to do is want something?
Can I have Antonio here now? -I don't see anyone.
They can never let four billion people disappear can they?
You've conquered your fears. You can start all over now...
...and life your best dream with all the money, friends, Sofia or whatever you want.
Just tell me.
I want this dream to stop. -It's not a dream.
They're fucking with you. Let's get out in the streets and find some people.
Let him go. It's only logical for him to behave like this, he has no feelings.
I have no feelings, asshole? What do you know about that?
Don't listen, he's not for real. -I am.
I have a wife and two daughters.
He's simply designed to say things like this.
We have an other option for you though.
Back in 1997 it was impossible to restore your face. Now it's 2145.
You won't believe everything they can do nowadays.
If you want you can wake up and live on in the future.
In the future? -Whatever you want.
Then how will I wake up?
How does one wake up from a nightmare?
Don't listen to him. It's your associates that want you to kill yourself.
He's done it before. This is a mere formality.
I'll do it. -Perfect.
Do you have any wished before you...die?
For them to be able to read my thoughts.
Who are you guys? -I don't know.
You don't have to suffer like this. It's all in your head.
Come, Cesar.
What will happen to them? -Get on with it.
They may look like your friends but they're only images. This man isn't crying for real.
I forgot I was afraid of heights
Then don't watch.
Goodbye, Cesar.
Easy.
Take it easy.
Open your eyes.