I found this...
...a couple of days ago.
Your size?
I am married over 35 years now.
And not once have I cheated on my wife.
Not once.
Let's have a drink.
Warning. Timer not engaged.
You been here before?
I can't afford places like this.
My treat.
Good evening, Mr. Fuller.
That's you.
Good evening.
-Nice to see you again. -Good to see you too.
Members only.
-Mr. Fuller, your usual table? -Of course.
He's with me.
May I help you with that?
Hi, honey bear. I'll be with you in five minutes.
Let's talk, "honey bear".
You remember her?
Of course not. She's mistaken me for someone else.
Your martini.
For someone else.
I want you to look around and tell me what you remember.
I don't know.
I'd rather go home. I don't feel very well.
You have the feeling you've been here before?
Please try to remember.
Do you recognize anybody?
I'm trying.
Her? What's her name?
I think her name....
Erika, I believe. I believe her name is Erika.
Did you talk to her?
I'm not sure.
And that one looks familiar too.
Bridget. Her name's Bridget!
Bridget. Oh, yes.
I remember Bridget.
Did you give her something to give me?
Did you give her a letter or a note?
The man behind the bar....
You're right.
I wrote a letter, and I gave it to him.
To him!
You looking for anything special?
What are you?
My name's Ferguson.
I'm a bank teller.
I'm Clark Gable.
I talked to the Ferguson guy.
He doesn't know a thing.
I need to talk to Fuller.
-He's upstairs. -Cut the crap!
You think I don't know what's going on? I need to talk to him again.
You read the letter.
I need to know what's in it.
Everything.
When I read it, I thought it was a gag.
The world's a sham. Fat chance!
But I'm not stupid, Mr. Hall.
I watched you and Ferguson do the old switcheroo.
That stuff about going to "the ends of the earth."
What stuff?
I did exactly what the letter said.
I chose a place I'd never go to.
I tried to drive to Tucson.
I figured, what the hell.
Never been to the countryside.
And I took that car out on the highway.
I was going over 50 through that desert.
After a while, I was the only car on the road.
It was just me, the heat and the dust.
I did exactly what the letter said.:
"Don't follow any road signs and don't stop for anything.
Not even barricades. "
But just when I should've been getting closer to the city...
...something wasn't right.
There was no movement, no life.
Everything was still and quiet.
And then I got out of the car.
And what I saw...
...scared me to the depths...
...of my miserable soul.
It was true. It was all a sham.
It ain't real.
Why would Fuller write about...
...the limitations of the simulation? I know them.
I'm asking the questions!
I wanna know why.
Why would you put us through this?
Why are you fucking with our minds?
-You weren't supposed to find out. -Well, I did.
Now I want you to show me...
...what is real.
Is this real?
Is that real blood?
You like having your life fucked with?
What the hell's going on?
Come on! Come on!
Where's the letter?
Snap out of it!
Not gonna hit me again, are you?
Did you yank me back?
Yeah, barely, man. Just barely.
You didn't start the timer. It couldn't engage.
What were you doing this alone for anyway?
He tried to kill me.
-Who? -Ashton.
Jesus!
He found out his world isn't real. This is a mistake.
This whole project, this experiment.
We are screwing with people's lives!
Now you're talking crazy.
I know you just had a bad fucking trip--
" Bad fucking trip"?
These people are real. They are as real as you and me.
Yeah, that's because...
...we designed them that way.
In the end, they're just a bunch of electronic circuits.
Here's something else.
I'm shutting this " bad fucking trip" right down.
-I'm telling everybody tomorrow. -You can't do that.
You can't do that.
You're talking about six years of our lives.
All of us.
You can't just pull the plug and go home!
I'm looking for Jane Fuller.
Sorry, she's no longer with us.
The lady vanished.
Any idea where to?
-Why would l? -Hannon Fuller doesn't have a daughter.
I think I made the age-old mistake:
" Never trust a beautiful woman."
Who is she, then?
We don't know.
It took us a couple of days to contact the French authorities.
Guess what?
They never heard of her, either.
Do you remember me?
Miss Fuller checked out.
Did you drive her anywhere? I'm looking for her.
No can do. Company rules.
I'm Douglas Hall. I'm looking for a young woman...
...named Jane Fuller.
I think you picked the wrong house.
Maybe she's going under another name. She's about 5'8" .
Blonde hair.
What do you want from her?
Excuse me, I'm looking for Natasha Molinaro.
Over there on register four.
Here you go. Thank you.
$7.01 .
Just slide it through.
You want cash back?
Why don't you take a picture? It'll last longer.
Must be deja-vu or something.
Paper or plastic?
Plastic.
There you go.
Mr. Hall!
You forgot your credit card.
Thanks.
No problem.
Sorry about staring at you in there. You must get that a lot.
Yeah, but mostly from the wrong kinds of guys.
You're not from here, are you?
What makes you ask?
Well, it's just....
I just had this funny feeling that we met before.
Maybe in another life.
Yeah, I guess that would explain it.
Anyway, I gotta get back to my daily grind, so....
Maybe I'll see you around sometime.
$7.28.
Out of 1 0. Here's your change. Thank you very much.
Thank you.
Natasha Molinaro...
...27, single.
Changes jobs like others change underwear.
Comes from Austin, Texas. Made some money modeling.
Left school without a degree.
Her roommate has no idea what she was doing yesterday.
Looks like Molinaro doesn't have an alibi.
What else did the roommate say?
Says lately, Natasha hasn't been feeling well.
She's been having some sort of amnesia attacks.
Going out all night, sleeping all day.
Thought she was using drugs.
She have a history of drugs?
Nope. She's clean.
Hey, Bernie?
-Good work. -Thanks, Chief.
Look, I can explain. I'm sorry.
I need to see you. Meet me in Fuller's office.
I know the truth.
Where are you?
You could call it the end of the world.
How many simulated worlds like this are there?
Thousands.
Yours is the only one that ever created a simulation within the simulation.
Something we never expected.
So you had to kill Fuller.
No. I was sent in after his death.
I was to pretend to be his daughter, inherit the company...
...and shut it down. But he tricked us.
He changed his will.
If you didn't kill Fuller...
...who did?
I stabbed him.
But it wasn't you.
It was your user. He downloaded into you.
-Manipulated you. -Like a puppet.
A puppet doesn't have a soul.
I can't have a soul any more than Fuller.
But you do.
Fuller did.
I never expected that.
We programmed this world so no one in it could learn the truth.
And you and Fuller did.
Don't you see what that means?
There's just one little flaw in your thesis.
None of this is real.
You pull the plug...
...l disappear.
And nothing I ever say...
...nothing I ever do...
...will ever matter.
Why don't you find my user?
I'm sure he's a much better catch.
I told you about my other life.
I was referring to my husband.
He's your user.
He killed Fuller.
I'm his program link.
A reflection of his character profile.
I fell in love with a decent man.
But he-- Something happened to him.
He began to use the simulation as his own personal playground.
Like Fuller with the girls.
He made himself a god, and it corrupted him.
He began to enjoy the killings.
-He became abusive. -What do you mean?
He said he would kill me.
Why?
I fell in love with you.
You don't even know me.
Yes, I do.
From the moment the simulation was created, I've watched you.
Your kindness...
...your integrity.
I fell in love with you before I even met you.
How can you love me?
I'm not even real.
You can't fall in love with a dream.
You're more real to me than anything I've ever known.
Preparing user for download...
... into simulation.
Program link ready for download.
Transference beginning.
Download complete.
Shit!
Oh, wow!
Nice driving.
There was something in the road...
...and I had to swerve and I lost control.
You drunk?
I don't drink.
License and registration.
Look, I didn't jack in-- I left it at home.
Why don't you look in the glove box?
Need a light?
Hey, I got it.
Here you go.
You ought to get this car looked at.
It's leaking oil. That could be dangerous.
Be a little more careful, huh?
You want to turn off the car and step out, please?
Turn off the car, sir. Right now, please.
Open the trunk, please, sir.
Hands in the air. Step away from the trunk.
Shit, man, it's Douglas!
Back up!
I said, back the hell up!
Hey, this is a joke!
Watch out!
Sorry to bother you...
...but Mr. Whitney's in the building...
...and he's acting kind of strange.
I'll be right down.
Los Angeles Police Department.
This is Jane Fuller.
I need to speak with Detective McBain.
You've got a lot of explaining to do.
Or should I say, "Miss Molinaro"?
How you doing?
All these pictures, this is your world?
Ashton.
I never imagined it could be so beautiful.
How'd you do it?
Last thing I remember, I was dumping Ferguson in the trunk.
Son of a bitch!
He did it.
He jacked in.
Who's Jack?
What'd you do to the world?
-Turned it off. -Well, put it back!
Don't do that!
Put it back! What did I do?
Where are you?
Look at this.
You are really a god.
No, Ashton, I'm not really a god.
I'm just like you.
Just a bunch of electricity.
What are you talking about?
It's all smoke and mirrors.
Just like your world.
We're nothing but a simulation on some computer.
It's like a machine.
Like this arcade game.
You've got your players and you put your nickel in.
This one pitches...
...this one runs around the bases.
You got a bat, you got a ball.
They play, they score.
Preprogrammed movements generated by electrical energy.
We've improved on this model since then.
Now the players can beat the shit out of...
...and try to drown one another, which is always fun.
But the letter said--
Everything was fake? The letter was meant for me.
Fuller was talking about my world.
So what are you saying?
You're saying there's another world on top of this one?
That's right.
-I don't understand. -Fuller found out about it.
They killed him.
Why didn't they kill you?
Maybe they will.
Maybe that's why you're pointing a gun at me.
I'm sorry, Ashton.
We're stuck here.
You and me...
...and the rest of us.
I want to see it.
-See what? -My arcade game.
It's breathing.
So this is where I was born.
And this is where you die.
What are you doing?
Watching you dream.
How much longer do you have?
Ten minutes.
Hi, honey, I'm home.
Did you miss me?
David.
When did you download?
Obviously, not soon enough.
I was just doing my job.
Sure you were.
He's shutting down the system, isn't he?
Aside from his devilish good looks...
...what's so special about this guy?
He reminds me of you.
-The way you used to be. -I'm still the same.
No, you're not.
Why did you butcher those people?
Because it was fun.
You've lost your mind.
You're the one who's fucking sick!
Falling in love with a fucking simulation.
I was just having some fun.
Just like you did.
I think you're lying. Just remember, he's a part of me.
That's not true.
It's okay.
Just pretend you're fucking him.
Why?
I guess I'm just jealous.
You okay?
What the hell took you so long?
How'd you know he'd try to kill you?
I knew when he was planning to download.
He's dead?
A bullet will do that to you.
So, is somebody gonna unplug me now?
Do me a favour, will you?
When you get back to wherever you come from...
...just leave us alone down here, okay?
June 21 st, 2024.
Where am l?
Come, I'll show you.
Jane, we're getting hungry!
Tell Virginia we're waiting for lunch.
My father.
Fuller was modeled after him.
There's so many things I have to tell you about, Doug.