| 1. | |
| FADE IN: | |
| DAWN. CRASHING SURF. | |
| The waves TOSS a BEARDED MAN onto wet sand. He lies there. | |
| A CHILD'S SHOUT makes him LIFT his head to see: a LITTLE | |
| BLONDE BOY crouching, back towards us, watching the tide | |
| eat a SANDCASTLE. A LITTLE BLONDE GIRL joins the boy. The | |
| Bearded Man tries to call them, but they RUN OFF, FACES | |
| UNSEEN. He COLLAPSES. | |
| The barrel of a rifle ROLLS the Bearded Man onto his back. | |
| A JAPANESE SECURITY GUARD looks down at him, then calls up | |
| the beach to a colleague leaning against a JEEP. Behind | |
| them is a cliff, and on top of that, a JAPANESE CASTLE. | |
| 1 INT. ELEGANT DINING ROOM - JAPANESE CASTLE - LATER 1 | |
| The Security Guard waits as an ATTENDANT speaks to an | |
| ELDERLY JAPANESE MAN sitting at the dining table, back to | |
| us. | |
| ATTENDANT | |
| (in Japanese) | |
| He was delirious. But he asked for | |
| you by name. And -- | |
| (to the Security Guard) | |
| Show him. | |
| SECURITY GUARD | |
| (in Japanese) | |
| He was carrying nothing but this -- | |
| He puts a HANDGUN on the table. The Elderly Man keeps | |
| eating. | |
| SECURITY GUARD | |
| -- and this. | |
| The Security Guard places a SMALL PEWTER CONE alongside the | |
| gun. The Elderly Man STOPS eating. Picks up the cone. | |
| ELDERLY JAPANESE MAN | |
| (in Japanese) | |
| Bring him here. And some food. | |
| 2 INT. SAME - MOMENTS LATER 2 | |
| 2. | |
| The Elderly Man watches the Bearded Man WOLF down his food. | |
| He SLIDES the handgun down the table towards him. | |
| ELDERLY JAPANESE MAN | |
| (in English) | |
| Are you here to kill me? | |
| The Bearded Man glances up at him, then back to his food. | |
| The Elderly Japanese Man picks up the cone between thumb | |
| and forefinger. | |
| ELDERLY JAPANESE MAN | |
| I know what this is. | |
| He SPINS it onto a table, it CIRCLES gracefully across the | |
| polished ebony, a SPINNING TOP. | |
| ELDERLY JAPANESE MAN | |
| I've seen one before. Many, many | |
| years ago -- | |
| The Elderly Japanese Man STARES at the top mesmerized. | |
| ELDERLY JAPANESE MAN | |
| It belonged to a man I met in a | |
| half-remembered dream -- | |
| MOVE IN on the GRACEFULLY SPINNING TOP. | |
| ELDERLY JAPANESE MAN | |
| A man possessed of some radical | |
| notions -- | |
| The Elderly Japanese Man STARES, remembering. | |
| COBB (V.O.) | |
| What's the most resilient parasite? | |
| CUT TO: | |
| 3 INT. SAME ELEGANT DINING ROOM - NIGHT - YEARS EARLIER 3 | |
| The speaker, COBB, is 35, handsome, tailored. A young | |
| Japanese man, SAITO, eats as he listens. | |
| COBB | |
| A bacteria? A virus? | |
| Cobb gestures at their feast with his wine glass- | |
| 3. | |
| COBB | |
| An intestinal worm? | |
| Saito's fork pauses, mid-air. Cobb GRINS. A third man is at | |
| the table, ARTHUR. He jumps in to save the pitch. | |
| ARTHUR | |
| What Mr. Cobb is trying to say -- | |
| COBB | |
| An idea. | |
| Saito looks at Cobb, curious. | |
| COBB | |
| Resilient, highly contagious. Once | |
| an idea's taken hold in the brain | |
| it's almost impossible to | |
| eradicate. A person can cover it | |
| up, ignore it, but it stays there. | |
| SAITO | |
| But surely to forget--? | |
| COBB | |
| Information, yes. But an idea? | |
| Fully formed, understood? That | |
| sticks -- | |
| (taps forehead) | |
| In there, somewhere. | |
| SAITO | |
| For someone like you to steal? | |
| ARTHUR | |
| Yes. In the dream state, conscious | |
| defenses are lowered and your | |
| thoughts become vulnerable to | |
| theft. It's called extraction. | |
| COBB | |
| But, Mr. Saito, we can train your | |
| subconscious to defend itself from | |
| even the most skilled extractor. | |
| SAITO | |
| How can you do that? | |
| COBB | |
| 4. | |
| Because I am the most skilled | |
| extractor. I know how to search | |
| your mind and find your secrets. I | |
| know the tricks, and I can teach | |
| them to your subconscious so that | |
| even when you're asleep, your guard | |
| is never down. | |
| Cobb leans forwards. Holding Saito's gaze. | |
| COBB | |
| But if I'm going to help you, you | |
| have to be completely open to me. | |
| I'll need to know my way around | |
| your thoughts better than your | |
| wife, your analyst, anyone. | |
| (gestures around) | |
| If this is a dream and you've got a | |
| safe full of secrets, I need to | |
| know what's in that safe. For this | |
| to work, you have to let me in. | |
| Saito gives this a flicker of a smile. Rises. A BODYGUARD | |
| opens double doors which give onto a LAVISH PARTY. | |
| SAITO | |
| Gentlemen. Enjoy your evening as I | |
| consider your proposal. | |
| They watch Saito leave. Arthur turns to Cobb, worried- | |
| ARTHUR | |
| He knows. | |
| Cobb motions silence. A TREMOR starts, they steady their | |
| glasses, Cobb glances at his watch, THE SECOND HAND IS | |
| FROZEN. | |
| ARTHUR | |
| What's going on up there? | |
| And we -- | |
| CUT TO: | |
| 4 INT. FILTHY BATHROOM - DAY - FEELS LIKE DIFFERENT TIME 4 | |
| Cobb, ASLEEP, SITTING IN A CHAIR AT THE END OF A STEAMING | |
| BATH. The chair is up on a cabinet- the bottom of the legs | |
| level with the rim of the tub. | |
| 5. | |
| A sweating man (40's) watches over Cobb. This is NASH. A | |
| distant EXPLOSION rumbles through the room. Nash moves to | |
| the window, parts the curtains. Outside: a CHAOTIC | |
| DEVELOPING, WORLD CITY, the street filled with RIOTERS, | |
| SMASHING, BURNING. | |
| Nash checks Cobb's left wrist: above his watch, tape holds | |
| TWO THIN YELLOW TUBES in place. Nash looks at Cobb's watch, | |
| THE SECOND HAND CRAWLS UNNATURALLY SLOWLY. | |
| Nash follows the tubes to a SILVER BRIEFCASE at Arthur's | |
| feet: ARTHUR IS ASLEEP in an armchair. Tubes connect the | |
| briefcase to Arthur's wrist. | |
| Nash follows another set of tubes from the briefcase to | |
| where they pass under the door to the bedroom. Through the | |
| crack of the door, Nash sees SAITO ASLEEP on the bed, tubes | |
| running to his wrist. BOOM, a closer EXPLOSION, and we -- | |
| CUT TO: | |
| 5 INT. BULLET TRAIN COMPARTMENT - DAY - FEELS LIKE DIFFERENT 5 | |
| TIME | |
| Nash, ASLEEP. Head ROCKING AGAINST THE WINDOW as the train | |
| BUMPS OVER A ROUGH PIECE OF TRACK. | |
| A Japanese Man, TODASHI (18) watches Nash nervously. He | |
| checks Nash's wrist: TWO YELLOW TUBES CONNECT NASH WITH | |
| THREE OTHER SLEEPING MEN IN THE COMPARTMENT: COBB, ARTHUR, | |
| SAITO. | |
| Todashi checks his watch: THE SECOND HAND TICKS IN REAL | |
| TIME. Another TRAIN PASSES in the opposite direction with a | |
| MIGHTY WHUMP. Todashi's eyes FLY to Nash's sleeping face. | |
| NASH JERKS WITH THE MOVEMENT OF THE TRAIN, and we -- | |
| CUT TO: | |
| 6 INT. FILTHY BATHROOM - CONTINUOUS 6 | |
| Another EXPLOSION- Nash CHECKS the sleeping Cobb and we -- | |
| CUT TO: | |
| 7 EXT. ROOFTOP TERRACES - JAPANESE CASTLE - NIGHT 7 | |
| 6. | |
| A LOW TREMOR RUMBLES THROUGH THE CASTLE. Cobb and Arthur | |
| steady themselves against the wooden rail. Several TILES | |
| and pieces of MASONRY fall. Below them a BLACK SEA churns. | |
| Other GUESTS wander the massive terraces. | |
| ARTHUR | |
| Saito knows. He's playing with us. | |
| COBB | |
| I can get it here. The | |
| information's in the safe, he | |
| looked right at it when I mentioned | |
| secrets. | |
| Arthur nods. Then spots someone over Cobb's shoulder. | |
| ARTHUR | |
| What's she doing here, Cobb? | |
| Cobb turns to see a beautiful woman, elegantly dressed, | |
| staring out at the sea. This is MAL. Cobb watches her. | |
| COBB | |
| You just get to your room. I'll | |
| take care of the rest. | |
| ARTHUR | |
| See that you do. We're here to | |
| work. | |
| Arthur brushes past Mal, shaking his head. She nears Cobb. | |
| Looks out at the DROP. The WIND WHIPS HER HAIR. | |
| MAL | |
| If I jumped, would I survive? | |
| COBB | |
| With a clean dive, perhaps. Mal, | |
| why are you here? | |
| She turns to look at him. Amused. | |
| MAL | |
| I thought you might be missing me - | |
| - | |
| She smiles. He leans in, mesmerized. | |
| COBB | |
| I am. But I can't trust you | |
| anymore. | |
| She stares up at him, inviting. | |
| 7. | |
| MAL | |
| So what? | |
| 8 INT. BEDROOM SUITE, JAPANESE CASTLE - MOMENTS LATER 8 | |
| Mal sips champagne as she studies a painting by Francis | |
| Bacon. | |
| MAL | |
| Looks like Arthur's taste. | |
| Cobb is looking down through the window at the GUARDS | |
| patrolling the castle at ground level. | |
| COBB | |
| Actually, Mr. Saito is partial to | |
| postwar British painters. | |
| He turns to Mal, donning a pair of black leather gloves. | |
| COBB | |
| Would you sit down? | |
| Mal lowers herself gracefully into a leather wingback | |
| chair. Cobb approaches, pulls out a length of BLACK ROPE | |
| and kneels at Mal's feet. She looks down at him. | |
| MAL | |
| Tell me -- | |
| Cobb TIES the rope around the CHAIR LEGS. | |
| MAL | |
| Do the children miss me? | |
| Cobb pauses. He lets his gloved fingers lightly touch Mal's | |
| ankle. He looks up at her. | |
| COBB | |
| You can't imagine. | |
| Mal looks away, uncomfortable. Cobb gets to his feet, | |
| letting out the rope as he moves back to the window. | |
| MAL | |
| What're you doing? | |
| Cobb tosses the rope out. | |
| COBB | |
| Getting some air. | |
| 8. | |
| He tugs on the rope, testing. The weight of the chair, with | |
| Mal on it, holds. | |
| COBB | |
| Stay seated. Please. | |
| And with that, he JUMPS. Mal considers the open window. | |
| 9 EXT. JAPANESE CASTLE WALL - CONTINUOUS 9 | |
| Cobb RAPPELS down the wall, darting past windows. He stops | |
| at a particular one. Gets out a glass cutter. | |
| Suddenly he starts DROPPING. | |
| 10 INT. BEDROOM SUITE, JAPANESE CASTLE - CONTINUOUS 10 | |
| The EMPTY CHAIR SLIDES across the floor, WEDGES under the | |
| window. | |
| 11 EXT. JAPANESE CASTLE WALL - CONTINUOUS 11 | |
| Cobb JOLTS to a stop 15 ft. lower. He looks up at the | |
| bedroom window. Shakes his head. Starts climbing back. | |
| 12 INT. KITCHEN - JAPANESE CASTLE - MOMENTS LATER 12 | |
| Cobb drops silently from the window into the darkened | |
| kitchen. He pulls a PISTOL from his belt, screwing a | |
| SILENCER onto the barrel as he GLIDES across the room. | |
| 13 INT. HALL - JAPANESE CASTLE - CONTINUOUS 13 | |
| Cobb SLIPS through the shadows towards a GUARD stationed at | |
| the head of a GRAND STAIRCASE. | |
| The Guard HEARS something, TURNS, PEERS into the shadows. | |
| Cobb FLASHES out of the shadows, silenced pistol up, | |
| AIMING, PHHT, head shot, the Guard starts to drop but Cobb | |
| is already there to CATCH him, sliding on his knees and | |
| lowering the Guard SILENTLY to the floor. | |
| 14 INT. DINING ROOM - JAPANESE CASTLE - CONTINUOUS 14 | |
| 9. | |
| Cobb moves to a PAINTING. With practiced hands he removes | |
| it from the wall, revealing a SAFE. Cobb spins the dial, | |
| pulls it OPEN, GRABS an envelope from within, stuffs it | |
| into his waistband, where there is already an IDENTICAL | |
| ENVELOPE. | |
| LIGHTS COME ON. Cobb freezes. | |
| SAITO (O.S.) | |
| Turn around. | |
| Cobb turns. At the far end of the room: Saito. Next to him | |
| is Mal, gun in hand. She smiles at Cobb. | |
| MAL | |
| The gun, Dom. | |
| Cobb doesn't move. Mal motions outside, two GUARDS drag | |
| Arthur into the room. Mal puts the gun to his head. | |
| MAL | |
| Please. | |
| Cobb slowly places his gun at his end of the long table, | |
| then SLIDES it along the polished ebony. It comes to rest | |
| HALFWAY down the length or the table. | |
| SAITO | |
| Now the envelope, Mr. Cobb. | |
| Cobb reaches into his waistband, removes ONE of the | |
| envelopes, SLIDES it along the table. Steps back, hands | |
| raised. | |
| COBB | |
| Did she tell you, or have you known | |
| all along? | |
| SAITO | |
| That you're here to steal from me? | |
| (beat) | |
| Or that we're actually asleep? | |
| Arthur gives Cobb an I-told-you-so look. | |
| SAITO | |
| I want to know who your employer | |
| is. | |
| Mal COCKS the gun at Arthur's temple. | |
| COBB | |
| 10. | |
| No point threatening him in a | |
| dream. | |
| MAL | |
| That depends on what you're | |
| threatening. Killing him would just | |
| wake him up -- but pain? Pain is in | |
| the mind -- | |
| Mal LOWERS the gun and SHOOTS Arthur in the leg. Arthur | |
| drops, SCREAMING, Mal looks at Cobb, cold. | |
| MAL | |
| And, judging by the decor, we're in | |
| your mind, aren't we, Arthur? | |
| Cobb watches Arthur's PAIN. Mal aims at Arthur's other leg. | |
| Cobb SPRINGS for the table, SKIDDING along its polished | |
| surface, he GRABS his gun, SHOOTS ARTHUR BETWEEN THE EYES. | |
| Arthur DROPS, the room starts to SHUDDER in a MASSIVE | |
| EARTHQUAKE. Cobb SPRINGS for the door, Arthur's eyes stare | |
| at the ceiling, DEAD, and we -- | |
| CUT TO: | |
| 15 INT. FILTHY BATHROOM - DAY 15 | |
| Arthur's EYES OPEN as he WAKES IN THE ARMCHAIR, he GRABS at | |
| the tubes at his wrist, YANKING them free. | |
| NASH | |
| What're you doing?! It's too soon - | |
| - | |
| FLUID spurts from the tubes as Arthur STRUGGLES with the | |
| SILVER CASE on the bathroom floor. | |
| ARTHUR | |
| I know! We have to reconnect the | |
| loop before they wake up! | |
| Arthur grabs the case and pushes through the door to the | |
| bedroom, following the tubes to where they meet Saito's | |
| wrist, SAITO LIES ON THE BED ASLEEP. Saito STIRS and we -- | |
| CUT TO: | |
| 16 INT. JAPANESE CASTLE CORRIDOR - NIGHT 16 | |
| 11. | |
| Cobb LURCHES towards the stairs, as all around him the | |
| building BUCKS and HEAVES. | |
| 17 INT. DINING ROOM - JAPANESE CASTLE - CONTINUOUS 17 | |
| Saito and the Guards PANIC. Mal walks calmly through the | |
| destruction, picks up the envelope and turns to Saito. | |
| MAL | |
| He was close. Very close. | |
| 18 EXT. GRAND STAIRCASE - JAPANESE CASTLE - CONTINUOUS 18 | |
| Cobb runs up the stairs, pulling out the SECOND ENVELOPE. | |
| 19 INT. DINING ROOM, JAPANESE CASTLE - CONTINUOUS 19 | |
| Saito RIPS open the envelope, pulls out sheets of paper. He | |
| looks at Mal, PANICKED. He turns to the Guards. | |
| SAITO | |
| Stop him! | |
| Mal, confused, looks at the sheets of paper: THEY ARE | |
| BLANK. Mal smiles, amused. | |
| 20 INT. GRAND STAIRCASE - JAPANESE CASTLE - CONTINUOUS 20 | |
| As Cobb runs up the stairs he reads the TYPEWRITTEN SHEETS | |
| from his envelope, and we -- | |
| CUT TO: | |
| 21 INT. DILAPIDATED HOTEL ROOM - DAY 21 | |
| Arthur OPENS the silver case: a COMPLEX MECHANISM of TUBES, | |
| SYRINGES, DOSAGE CONTROLLERS. Arthur's hands fly across the | |
| machine's controls as he glances at Saito's STIRRING face. | |
| ARTHUR | |
| I'm not going to make it! Wake | |
| Cobb! | |
| 22 INT. FILTHY BATHROOM - CONTINUOUS 22 | |
| 12. | |
| Nash turns to Cobb. Raises his hand and SMACKS him across | |
| the face, and we -- | |
| CUT TO: | |
| 23 INT. GRAND STAIRCASE - JAPANESE CASTLE - NIGHT 23 | |
| Cobb is SMASHED sideways off his feet. | |
| 24 INT. DINING ROOM - JAPANESE CASTLE - NIGHT 24 | |
| The CEILING CRACKS above Saito, he looks up as a TON of | |
| STONE floods down, CRUSHING HIM and we -- | |
| CUT TO: | |
| 25 INT. DILAPIDATED HOTEL ROOM - DAY 25 | |
| Saito's eyes FLICKER OPEN. AWAKE. | |
| 26 INT. FILTHY BATHROOM - CONTINUOUS 26 | |
| Nash SMACKS Cobb again. | |
| NASH | |
| He won't wake! | |
| 27 INT. DILAPIDATED HOTEL ROOM - CONTINUOUS 27 | |
| Arthur crouched by Saito, connects the second tube. | |
| ARTHUR | |
| Dunk him! | |
| A CLICK: Arthur looks up to find Saito with a gun to his | |
| head and a finger to his lips, gesturing silence. | |
| 28 INT. FILTHY BATHROOM - CONTINUOUS 28 | |
| Nash puts his hand on Cobb's forehead and PUSHES HIM | |
| BACKWARDS, as Cobb starts to FALL BACKWARDS in the chair we | |
| are in SLOW MOTION, and we -- | |
| CUT TO: | |
| 13. | |
| 29 INT. GRAND STAIRCASE - JAPANESE CASTLE - NIGHT 29 | |
| Cobb, full speed, picks himself up, scrambling to read the | |
| last sheet of paper. He stares at it PUZZLED, bullets hit | |
| around him as the Guards race up the stairs and we -- | |
| CUT TO: | |
| 30 INT. FILTHY BATHROOM - DAY 30 | |
| Cobb in SLOW MOTION, hits the WATER, head THRASHING as he | |
| goes under and we -- | |
| CUT TO: | |
| 31 INT. GRAND STAIRCASE - JAPANESE CASTLE - NIGHT 31 | |
| Cobb glances up from the paper as WATER EXPLODES IN THROUGH | |
| ALL THE WINDOWS, FLOODING THE ENTIRE HALL. | |
| COBB IS SWAMPED BY WATER, SPUN IN ALL DIRECTIONS AT ONCE, | |
| HE PULLS DEEPER OR FOR THE SURFACE, WE CAN'T TELL. | |
| HE BREAKS THE SURFACE, GASPING FOR AIR IN THE BATHTUB IN | |
| THE -- | |
| 32 INT. FILTHY BATHROOM - DAY 32 | |
| Cobb's AWAKE, GULPING AIR, getting his bearings. | |
| Saito SMASHES into the room, KNOCKING Nash down, Cobb | |
| LAUNCHES himself out of the tub, FLYING dripping wet across | |
| the room to SLAM Saito against the door, the gun DROPS, | |
| Cobb's fist CONNECTS with Saito's jaw and the struggle is | |
| over. | |
| 33 INT. DILAPIDATED HOTEL ROOM - MOMENTS LATER 33 | |
| Cobb, wet but composed, sits, turning Saito's gun in his | |
| hand. Nash holds Saito's arms behind him. Outside, the | |
| sounds of RIOTING grow louder. | |
| COBB | |
| You came prepared. | |
| SAITO | |
| I bring the gun because not even my | |
| head of security knows this | |
| apartment. How did you find it? | |
| 14. | |
| Arthur, at the window, looks out at the WORSENING VIOLENCE. | |
| COBB | |
| Hard for a man in your position to | |
| keep a love nest totally secret... | |
| particularly when there's a married | |
| woman involved. | |
| SAITO | |
| She would never -- | |
| COBB | |
| And yet, here we are. | |
| Saito is silent. | |
| COBB | |
| With a dilemma. | |
| SAITO | |
| You got what you came for. | |
| COBB | |
| Not quite. The key piece of | |
| information wasn't there, was it, | |
| Mr. Saito? | |
| Arthur looks over at Cobb, worried. | |
| ARTHUR | |
| They're getting closer, Cobb. | |
| CUT TO: | |
| 34 INT. BULLET TRAIN COMPARTMENT - DAY 34 | |
| Todashi slips a pair of HEADPHONES over Nash's ears, then | |
| pulls out an MP3 player and we -- | |
| CUT TO: | |
| 35 INT. DILAPIDATED HOTEL ROOM - DAY 35 | |
| Saito's eyes are on the floor. | |
| COBB | |
| You held something back because you | |
| knew what we were up to -- | |
| Cobb uses the barrel of the gun to raise Saito's chin. | |
| 15. | |
| COBB | |
| So why let us in at all? | |
| Saito smiles, defiant. VIOLENT NOISES echo up the stairway. | |
| SAITO | |
| An audition. | |
| COBB | |
| Audition for what? | |
| SAITO | |
| It doesn't matter. You failed. | |
| COBB | |
| I extracted all the information you | |
| had in there. | |
| SAITO | |
| But your deception was readily | |
| apparent. | |
| And we -- | |
| CUT TO: | |
| 36 INT. BULLET TRAIN COMPARTMENT - DAY 36 | |
| Todashi opens the SILVER BRIEFCASE, revealing the complex | |
| mechanism of syringes and controllers, FOUR CONTROLLERS | |
| DISPLAY COUNTDOWNS. | |
| Todashi waits for the first countdown to hit "30," then | |
| HITS PLAY on the MP3 player. He watches Nash's sleeping | |
| face as he RAISES the volume -- | |
| Through Nash's headphones: the opening bars of Edith Piaf's | |
| "Non, je ne regrette rien," and we -- | |
| CUT TO: | |
| 37 INT. DILAPIDATED HOTEL ROOM - DAY 37 | |
| In the distant background, strange MASSIVE low-end MUSICAL | |
| start, sounding like DISTANT HORNS. | |
| SAITO | |
| So leave me and go. | |
| COBB | |
| 16. | |
| You know the corporation who hired | |
| us won't accept failure. We won't | |
| last two days -- | |
| The DISTANT, SLOWED-DOWN MUSIC is becoming LOUDER, as are | |
| the SHOUTS coming up the stairs. Arthur looks at his watch, | |
| its SLOW SECOND TICKING MARKS TIME WITH THE MASSIVE MUSIC. | |
| ARTHUR | |
| Come on, Cobb. | |
| COBB | |
| So now I have to do this the old, | |
| fashioned way -- | |
| Cobb GRABS SAITO AND PUTS HIS HEAD TO THE FLOOR, gun | |
| pressed into his cheek. Saito looks into Cobb's eyes, sees | |
| he will pull the trigger. Saito BLINKS, looks away in | |
| shame. | |
| When he NOTICES SOMETHING. And starts LAUGHING. | |
| SAITO | |
| I've always hated this carpet. | |
| Cobb's eyes flick to the carpet and back. | |
| SAITO | |
| It's stained and frayed in such | |
| distinctive ways -- | |
| Cobb looks up at Nash, who shrugs, at a loss. | |
| SAITO | |
| But very definitely made of wool. | |
| Right now I'm lying on polyester. | |
| Cobb glares at Nash, and we -- | |
| CUT TO: | |
| 38 INT. BULLET TRAIN COMPARTMENT - DAY 38 | |
| Todashi watches the first of the countdowns hit ZERO. He | |
| looks up at Arthur, STIRRING, and we -- | |
| CUT TO: | |
| 39 INT. DILAPIDATED HOTEL ROOM - DAY 39 | |
| 17. | |
| Saito turns from the carpet to look up at Cobb. | |
| SAITO | |
| Which means I'm not lying on my | |
| carpet, in my apartment -- | |
| (smiles) | |
| You've lived up to your reputation, | |
| Mr. Cobb -- I'm still dreaming. | |
| Cobb looks over to Arthur, but ARTHUR HAS VANISHED, and we | |
| -- | |
| CUT TO: | |
| 40 INT. BULLET TRAIN COMPARTMENT - DAY 40 | |
| Arthur's eyes flicker open, AWAKE. He RIPS at his tubes. | |
| TODASHI | |
| How'd it go? | |
| ARTHUR | |
| Not good. | |
| Arthur checks the remaining three countdowns, and we -- | |
| CUT TO: | |
| 41 INT. DILAPIDATED HOTEL ROOM - DAY 41 | |
| Saito gets to his feet, looking admiringly at Cobb. | |
| SAITO | |
| A dream within a dream -- I'm | |
| impressed. | |
| Cobb lowers the gun. Defeated. Glances at his watch. The | |
| music REVERBERATES, the RIOTERS BANG ON THE DOOR, and we -- | |
| CUT TO: | |
| 42 INT. BULLET TRAIN COMPARTMENT - DAY 42 | |
| Arthur retracts the tubes into the case as he watches the | |
| next countdown hit ZERO, and we -- | |
| CUT TO: | |
| 18. | |
| 43 INT. DILAPIDATED HOTEL ROOM - DAY 43 | |
| Another BANG on the door. Saito, confident now, approaches | |
| Cobb. Nash is behind Saito. | |
| SAITO | |
| But in my dream, we really ought to | |
| be playing by my rules -- | |
| NASH | |
| Ah, yes, but you see, Mr. Saito -- | |
| Saito turns to Nash. | |
| COBB | |
| We're not in your dream -- | |
| Saito turns back to Cobb, BUT COBB HAS VANISHED. | |
| NASH | |
| We're in mine. | |
| Saito SPINS back to Nash, the DOOR SMASHES OFF ITS HINGES | |
| AS RIOTERS POUR INTO THE ROOM, SWARMING OVER NASH BUT NASH | |
| IS GONE. The music DIES. Saito and the rioters stand there | |
| in the SILENCE, the light DWINDLING and we -- | |
| CUT TO: | |
| 44 INT. BULLET TRAIN COMPARTMENT - DAY 44 | |
| Nash' eyes open, AWAKE. | |
| ARTHUR (O.S.) | |
| Asshole! | |
| Nash BLINKS. Arthur is in his face, furious. | |
| ARTHUR | |
| How could you get the carpet | |
| wrong?! | |
| NASH | |
| It wasn't my fault! | |
| ARTHUR | |
| You're the architect -- | |
| NASH | |
| I didn't know he was going to rub | |
| his damn cheek on it! | |
| 19. | |
| Cobb pulls Arthur away from Nash. | |
| COBB | |
| Lets go. | |
| ARTHUR | |
| And you, what the hell was all | |
| that? | |
| COBB | |
| I had it under control. | |
| ARTHUR | |
| I'd hate to see out of control -- | |
| COBB | |
| There's no time for this, I'm | |
| getting off at Kyoto. | |
| ARTHUR | |
| Why? He's not gonna search every | |
| compartment. | |
| COBB | |
| I can't stand trains. | |
| Arthur moves to the briefcase. Turns a dial. | |
| ARTHUR | |
| I can keep him under for one minute | |
| -- | |
| Arthur hits a button, A PLUNGER DEPRESSES. Cobb RIPS the | |
| tape off Saito's wrist, ROLLS up his tubes. Arthur SLAMS | |
| the silver case shut. Todashi pulls open the door. | |
| COBB | |
| Every man for himself. | |
| Arthur and Nash EXIT, heading in different directions down | |
| the corridor. Cobb hands Todashi a thick roll of CASH, | |
| looks at Saito, who stirs. Cobb moves off. | |
| 45 EXT. JAPANESE COUNTRYSIDE - CONTINUOUS 45 | |
| The BULLET TRAIN speeds through the lush landscape. | |
| 46 INT. BULLET TRAIN COMPARTMENT - CONTINUOUS 46 | |
| 20. | |
| Saito WAKES GENTLY. Looks around the compartment, empty but | |
| for Todashi, reading a comic. Saito looks down at his | |
| wrist. Sees a small mark. Rubs it. SMILES. | |
| 47 EXT. TOKYO - DUSK 47 | |
| Moving over the vast city towards a high rise. A HELICOPTER | |
| thumps into frame, heading for a pad on the roof. | |
| 48 INT. APARTMENT - TOKYO - CONTINUOUS 48 | |
| Cobb sits, waiting. Checks his watch, restless. He pulls a | |
| HANDGUN. Checks it is loaded. places it on the table in | |
| front of him. Pulls out a PEWTER SPINNING TOP, SPINS it on | |
| the table. He INTENT STUDIES the top's spin. As he stares, | |
| the sound of a FREIGHT TRAIN builds and builds, the top | |
| WOBBLES, TIPS onto its side, the sound of the train STOPS. | |
| The PHONE RINGS. Cobb GRABS it. | |
| CHILDREN'S VOICES (OVER PHONE) | |
| Hi, Daddy! Hi, Dad. | |
| COBB | |
| Hey, guys. How are you? | |
| CHILDREN'S VOICES (OVER PHONE) | |
| Good. Okay, I guess. | |
| Cobb closes his eyes, trying to picture his children: | |
| INSERT CUT: COBB's MEMORY, a LITTLE BLONDE BOY (3), back | |
| towards us, crouches IN A GARDEN, looks at something in the | |
| grass. | |
| COBB | |
| Who's just okay? Was that James? | |
| JAMES (OVER PHONE) | |
| Yeah. When are you coming home? | |
| COBB | |
| I can't. Not for a while. | |
| INSERT CUT: A LITTLE BLONDE GIRL (5), also FACE UNSEEN, | |
| joins JAMES, CROUCHING BESIDE HIM. | |
| JAMES (OVER PHONE) | |
| Why? | |
| COBB | |
| Well, James, like I've told you -- | |
| I'm away because I'm working -- | |
| 21. | |
| LITTLE GIRL (OVER PHONE) | |
| Grandma says you're never coming | |
| back. | |
| Cobb pauses. Takes a breath. | |
| INSERT CUT: James and Philippa, FACES UNSEEN, lift their | |
| heads from the grass, responding to someone's call, they | |
| RUN AWAY FROM US ACROSS THE GARDEN. | |
| COBB | |
| Philippa, can you ask Grandma to | |
| pick up the phone -- | |
| PHILIPPA (OVER PHONE) | |
| She's shaking her head. | |
| Cobb TENSES, as if about to SMASH the phone. | |
| COBB | |
| Well, we'll just have to hope | |
| Grandma's wrong about that won't | |
| we? | |
| JAMES | |
| (over phone) | |
| Daddy? | |
| COBB | |
| Yes? | |
| JAMES (OVER PHONE) | |
| Is Mommy with you? | |
| Cobb looks like he just got punched. | |
| INSERT CUT: COBB'S MEMORY - MAL, WIND BLOWING HER HAIR, | |
| SMILES CALMLY. | |
| COBB | |
| No. No, we talked about this, | |
| James. Mommy's gone. | |
| JAMES (OVER PHONE) | |
| Where? | |
| GRANDMA'S VOICE (OVER PHONE) | |
| Time to go, kids. Say bye, bye. | |
| COBB | |
| I'll give some presents to Grandpa, | |
| okay? Just be good for -- | |
| 22. | |
| Cobb STARES at the dead phone. Then DOWNS his drink, A | |
| KNOCK at the door. Cobb GRABS the top, the gun, MOVES to | |
| the door, cracks it: Arthur. | |
| ARTHUR | |
| Our ride's on the roof. | |
| Cobb nods. Moves to pick up his bag. Arthur watches. | |
| ARTHUR | |
| Cobb -- are you okay? | |
| Cobb looks up. | |
| COBB | |
| Yeah, why? | |
| ARTHUR | |
| Down in the dream -- Mal showing up | |
| like that -- | |
| COBB | |
| Yeah. I'm sorry about your leg. | |
| ARTHUR | |
| It's getting worse, isn't it? | |
| COBB | |
| One apology's all you're getting, | |
| Arthur. Now, where's Nash? | |
| ARTHUR | |
| Hasn't shown. Wanna wait? | |
| COBB | |
| (shakes head) | |
| We were supposed to deliver Saito's | |
| expansion plans to Cobol | |
| Engineering two hours ago. By now | |
| they know we failed. Time to | |
| disappear. | |
| 49 INT. CORRIDOR - CONTINUOUS 49 | |
| Cobb and Arthur head towards the elevator. | |
| ARTHUR | |
| Where will you go? | |
| COBB | |
| 23. | |
| Buenos Aires. I can lie low there. | |
| Maybe sniff out a job when things | |
| quiet down. You? | |
| ARTHUR | |
| Stateside. | |
| COBB | |
| (wistful) | |
| 'Course. Send my regards. | |
| Arthur looks at Cobb. Nods. Sympathetic. | |
| 50 EXT. ROOFTOP HELIPAD - NIGHT 50 | |
| The HELICOPTER sits, ROTORS SPINNING. As Cobb and Arthur | |
| reach the door, it SLIDES OPEN. Cobb steps up into the | |
| leather-padded interior. He freezes. | |
| 51 INT. HELICOPTER ON PAD - CONTINUOUS 51 | |
| Nash, BEATEN BLOODY, sits on the far side, slumped against | |
| the wine. Beside him: SAITO. He nods politely at Cobb. | |
| SAITO | |
| He sold you out. Thought to come to | |
| me and bargain for his life -- | |
| Saito's BODYGUARD offers Cobb a GUN. | |
| SAITO | |
| So I offer you the satisfaction. | |
| COBB | |
| That's not how I deal with things. | |
| SAITO | |
| Would you work with him again? | |
| Cobb shakes his head. Saito's BODYGUARDS PULL Nash from the | |
| chopper. Saito motions Cobb and Arthur to sit. The chopper | |
| RISES. Cobb watches Nash DRAGGED across the pad. | |
| COBB | |
| What will you do to him? | |
| SAITO | |
| Nothing. But I can't speak for your | |
| friends from Cobol Engineering. | |
| Saito looks out at the city slipping by. | |
| 24. | |
| COBB | |
| What do you want from us? | |
| SAITO | |
| Inception. | |
| Arthur raises his eyebrows. Cobb is poker-faced. | |
| SAITO | |
| Is it possible? | |
| ARTHUR | |
| Of course not. | |
| SAITO | |
| If you can steal an idea from | |
| someone's mind, why can't you plant | |
| one there instead? | |
| ARTHUR | |
| Okay, here's planting an idea: I | |
| say to you, "Don't think about | |
| elephants." | |
| ARTHUR | |
| (Saito nods) | |
| What are you thinking about? | |
| SAITO | |
| Elephants. | |
| ARTHUR | |
| Right. But it's not your idea | |
| because you know I gave it to you. | |
| SAITO | |
| You could plant it subconsciously. | |
| ARTHUR | |
| The subject's mind can always trace | |
| the genesis of the idea. True | |
| inspiration is impossible to fake. | |
| COBB | |
| No, it isn't. | |
| SAITO | |
| Can you do it? | |
| COBB | |
| I won't do it. | |
| SAITO | |
| 25. | |
| In exchange, I'll give you the | |
| information you were paid to steal. | |
| COBB | |
| Are you giving me a choice? Because | |
| I can find my own way to square | |
| things with Cobol. | |
| SAITO | |
| Then you do have a choice. | |
| COBB | |
| And I choose to leave. | |
| 52 EXT. AIRFIELD - MOMENTS LATER 52 | |
| The helicopter sets down next to a PRIVATE JET. | |
| 53 INT. HELICOPTER - CONTINUOUS 53 | |
| Saito indicates the plane. | |
| SAITO | |
| Tell the crew where you want to go, | |
| they'll file the plan en route. | |
| Cobb and Arthur look at each other. Then move for the door. | |
| SAITO | |
| Mr. Cobb--? There is one other | |
| thing I could offer you. | |
| (Cobb stops) | |
| How would you like to go home? To | |
| America. To your children. | |
| Cobb turns back to Saito. | |
| COBB | |
| You can't fix that. Nobody could. | |
| SAITO | |
| Just like inception. | |
| Cobb considers this. Arthur touches his arm. | |
| ARTHUR | |
| Cobb, come on -- | |
| COBB | |
| How complex is the idea? | |
| 26. | |
| SAITO | |
| Simple enough. | |
| COBB | |
| No idea's simple when you have to | |
| plant it in someone else's mind. | |
| SAITO | |
| My main competitor is an old man in | |
| poor health. His son will soon | |
| inherit control of the corporation. | |
| I need him to decide to break up | |
| his father's empire. Against his | |
| own self-interest. | |
| ARTHUR | |
| Cobb, we should walk away from | |
| this. | |
| COBB | |
| If I were to do it. If I could do | |
| it... how do I know you can | |
| deliver? | |
| SAITO | |
| You don't. But I can. So do you | |
| want to take a leap of faith, or | |
| become an old man, filled with | |
| regret, waiting to die alone? | |
| Cobb looks at Saito. Barely nods. | |
| SAITO | |
| Assemble your team, Mr. Cobb. And | |
| choose your people more wisely. | |
| 54 INT. PRIVATE JET - LATER 54 | |
| Cobb reclines his seat. Arthur picks at a salad, angry. | |
| ARTHUR | |
| I know how much you want to go home | |
| -- | |
| COBB | |
| (sharp) | |
| No, you don't. | |
| ARTHUR | |
| But this can't be done. | |
| COBB | |
| 27. | |
| It can. You just have to go deep | |
| enough. | |
| ARTHUR | |
| You don't know that! | |
| COBB | |
| I've done it before. | |
| Arthur is taken aback. Cobb turns to the window. | |
| ARTHUR | |
| Did it work? | |
| COBB | |
| (quiet) | |
| Yes. | |
| ARTHUR | |
| Who did you do it to? | |
| Cobb looks at Arthur. Closed. Arthur shrugs. | |
| ARTHUR | |
| So why are we headed to Paris? | |
| COBB | |
| We're going to need a new | |
| architect. | |
| 55 INT. GREAT HALL - ÉCOLE D'ARCHITECTURE - MORNING 55 | |
| Cobb, carrying a shopping bag, looks into a lecture hall: | |
| no students, just a RUMPLED PROFESSOR hunched over | |
| paperwork. | |
| 56 INT. LECTURE HALL - CONTINUOUS 56 | |
| COBB (O.S.) | |
| You never did like your office. | |
| PROFESSOR MILES looks up, squinting. Recognizes Cobb. | |
| MILES | |
| No space to think in that broom | |
| cupboard. | |
| Cobb steps down past the empty wooden rows. | |
| MILES | |
| 28. | |
| Is it safe for you to be here? | |
| COBB | |
| Extradition between France and the | |
| U.S. is a bureaucratic nightmare. | |
| MILES | |
| I think they'd find a way to make | |
| it work in your case. | |
| Cobb hand Miles the shopping bag. | |
| COBB | |
| Can you take these back for the | |
| kids? | |
| MILES | |
| It'll take more than the occasional | |
| stuffed animal to convince those | |
| children they still have a father. | |
| COBB | |
| I know. I thought you could talk to | |
| Marie about bringing them on | |
| vacation. Somewhere I could meet -- | |
| MILES | |
| Why would she listen to me? | |
| COBB | |
| You were married for twenty years. | |
| MILES | |
| She blames me as much as you. | |
| COBB | |
| Doesn't she understand that my kids | |
| need me? | |
| MILES | |
| Yes, she does. We all do. Go back | |
| and face the music, Dom. Explain | |
| what Mal did. | |
| COBB | |
| Be realistic, Stephen. They'd never | |
| understand -- they'd lock me up and | |
| throwaway the key. Or worse. | |
| MILES | |
| You think what you're doing now is | |
| helping your case? | |
| 29. | |
| COBB | |
| Lawyers don't pay for themselves. | |
| This is what I have. This is what | |
| you taught me. | |
| MILES | |
| I never taught you to be a thief. | |
| COBB | |
| No, you taught me to navigate other | |
| people's minds. But after what | |
| happened with Mal there weren't a | |
| whole lot of legitimate ways for me | |
| to use that skill. | |
| Miles looks at Cobb. | |
| MILES | |
| Why did you come here, Dom? | |
| Cobb shifts slightly. | |
| COBB | |
| I found a way home. A job. For | |
| powerful people. If I pull it off, | |
| I can get back to my family. But I | |
| need help. | |
| Miles realizes something. | |
| MILES | |
| My God. You're here to corrupt one | |
| of my brightest and best. | |
| COBB | |
| If you have someone good enough, | |
| you have to let them decide for | |
| themselves. You know what I'm | |
| offering -- | |
| MILES | |
| Money? | |
| COBB | |
| No, not just money: the chance to | |
| build cathedrals, entire cities -- | |
| things that have never existed, | |
| things that couldn't exist in the | |
| real world -- | |
| MILES | |
| 30. | |
| Everybody dreams, Cobb. Architects | |
| are supposed to make those dreams | |
| real. | |
| COBB | |
| That's not what you used to say. | |
| You told me that in the real world | |
| I'd be building attic conversions | |
| and gas stations. You said that if | |
| I mastered the dream-share I'd have | |
| a whole new way of creating and | |
| showing people my creations. You | |
| told me it would free me. | |
| Miles looks at Cobb, sad. | |
| MILES | |
| And I'm sorry. I was wrong. | |
| COBB | |
| No, you weren't. Your vision was a | |
| vision of pure creativity. It's | |
| where we took it that was wrong. | |
| MILES | |
| And now you want me to let someone | |
| else follow you into fantasy. | |
| COBB | |
| They won't actually come on the | |
| job, they'll just design the levels | |
| and teach them to the dreamers. | |
| MILES | |
| Design them yourself. | |
| COBB | |
| Mal won't let me. | |
| Miles looks at Cobb. Appalled. | |
| MILES | |
| Come back to reality, Dom. Please. | |
| COBB | |
| You want to know what's real, | |
| Stephen? Your grandchildren waiting | |
| for their dad to come back. | |
| COBB | |
| This job, this last job, is how I | |
| get there. | |
| 31. | |
| Miles looks down, fiddles with his papers. | |
| COBB | |
| I wouldn't be standing here if | |
| there were any other way. I can get | |
| home. But I need an architect who's | |
| as good as I was. | |
| Miles looks Cobb in the eye. Decides. | |
| MILES | |
| I've got someone better. | |
| 57 INT. CORRIDOR - LATER 57 | |
| Miles and Cobb stand by as STUDENTS file out of a lecture. | |
| MILES | |
| Ariadne -- | |
| A young woman carrying books turns. This is ARIADNE. | |
| MILES | |
| I'd like you to meet Mr. Cobb. | |
| She sizes him up with quick eyes. Offers her hand. | |
| ARIADNE | |
| Pleased to meet you. | |
| MILES | |
| If you have a few moments, Mr. Cobb | |
| has a job offer to discuss with | |
| you. | |
| ARIADNE | |
| A work placement? | |
| COBB | |
| (smiles Not exactly.) | |
| 58 EXT. ROOFTOP - ÉCOLE D'ARCHITECTURE - MOMENTS LATER 58 | |
| Ariadne leans against the parapet, overlooking Paris. She | |
| unwraps a sandwich, watching Cobb pull out a pad of GRAPH | |
| PAPER and a PEN. He offers them. She bites her sandwich. | |
| COBB | |
| A test. | |
| 32. | |
| ARIADNE | |
| (mouth full) | |
| Aren't you going to tell me | |
| anything? | |
| COBB | |
| Before I describe the job, I have | |
| to know you could do it. | |
| ARIADNE | |
| Why? | |
| COBB | |
| It's not, strictly speaking, legal. | |
| Ariadne raises her eyebrows. | |
| COBB | |
| You have two minutes to draw a maze | |
| that takes me one minute to solve. | |
| Ariadne takes the pad and pen. Cobb looks at his watch. | |
| COBB | |
| Go. | |
| She starts DRAWING LINES on the grid, constructing a maze. | |
| COBB | |
| Stop. | |
| Ariadne hands the pad and pen to Cobb. He glances at the | |
| pad, then, looking her in the eye, TRACES the solution. She | |
| is taken aback. Cobb RIPS off the sheet, hands the pad | |
| back. | |
| COBB | |
| Again. | |
| She traces straight lines, CONCENTRATING. | |
| COBB | |
| Stop. | |
| She hands Cobb the pad, a touch pleased. Cobb solves the | |
| puzzle instantly, as before. Her smile falls. | |
| COBB | |
| You'll have to -- | |
| She GRABS the pad, frustrated but this time she FLIPS it | |
| over and starts drawing on the BLANK CARDBOARD of the back. | |
| 33. | |
| Cobb watches, surprised. He smiles as he sees that she's | |
| drawing CIRCLES, creating a maze based on concentric rings. | |
| Ariadne hands back the pad, defiant. Cobb takes the pen, | |
| starts the maze. This time he gets stuck. Nods. | |
| COBB | |
| (working the maze) | |
| More like it. | |
| 59 EXT. NARROW STREET - PARIS - DAY 59 | |
| Arthur stops at a warehouse door. Consults a piece of | |
| paper. | |
| 60 INT. WORKSHOP - CONTINUOUS 60 | |
| A large, dusty warehouse. The SLIDING DOOR cracks open. | |
| Arthur enters. Looks around, approvingly. | |
| 61 INT. SAME - LATER 61 | |
| Arthur DRAGS LAWN CHAIRS into the middle of the room. He | |
| erects a table. Lays out several SILVER CASES, unpacking | |
| them, laying out lines of tubing, MECHANISMS. | |
| 62 EXT. PARISIAN CAFE - DAY 62 | |
| Cobb and Ariadne sit at an outdoor table. | |
| COBB | |
| They say we only use a fraction of | |
| the true potential of our brains -- | |
| but they're talking about when | |
| we're awake. While we dream, the | |
| mind performs wonders. | |
| ARIADNE | |
| Such as? | |
| COBB | |
| How do you imagine a building? You | |
| consciously create each aspect, | |
| puzzling over it in stages -- But | |
| sometimes, when your imagination | |
| flies- | |
| ARIADNE | |
| I'm discovering it. | |
| 34. | |
| COBB | |
| Exactly. Genuine inspiration. | |
| Cobb leans forwards and draws on the paper table cloth. | |
| COBB | |
| In a dream your mind continuously | |
| does that -- | |
| Cobb has drawn a circle made of two arrows. | |
| COBB | |
| It creates and perceives a world | |
| simultaneously. So well that you | |
| don't feel your brain doing the | |
| creating. That's why we can short- | |
| circuit the process -- | |
| ARIADNE | |
| How? | |
| COBB | |
| By taking over the creating part. | |
| Cobb draws a straight line between the two arrows. | |
| COBB | |
| This is where you come in. You | |
| build the world of the dream. We | |
| take the subject into that dream, | |
| and let him £111 it with his | |
| subconscious | |
| ARIADNE | |
| But are you trying to fool him that | |
| the dream is actually real life? | |
| COBB | |
| (nods) | |
| While we're in there, We don't want | |
| him to realize he's dreaming. | |
| ARIADNE | |
| How could I ever get enough detail | |
| to Convince him that it's real? | |
| COBB | |
| Our dreams reel real while we're in | |
| them. It's only when we wake up we | |
| realize things were strange, | |
| Ariadne gestures around them. | |
| 35. | |
| ARIADNE | |
| But all the textures of real life, | |
| the stone, the fabric, cars, | |
| people, your mind can't create all | |
| this. | |
| COBB | |
| It does. Every time you dream. Let | |
| me ask you a question: You never | |
| remember the beginning of your | |
| dreams, do you? You just turn up in | |
| the middle of what's going on. | |
| ARIADNE | |
| I guess. | |
| COBB | |
| So -- how did we end up at this | |
| restaurant? | |
| ARIADNE | |
| We came here from -- | |
| Ariadne trails off, confused. | |
| COBB | |
| How did we get here? Where are we? | |
| Ariadne THINKS, unable to remember. A FAINT RUMBLE begins. | |
| ARIADNE | |
| Oh my God. We're dreaming. | |
| Cobb nods. The RUMBLE is BUILDING. | |
| COBB | |
| Stay calm. We're actually asleep in | |
| the workshop. This is your first | |
| lesson in shared dreaming, | |
| remember? | |
| Ariadne looks around, mind REELING. Cobb BRACES. | |
| The restaurant VIOLENTLY FRAGMENTS, EXPLODING AND IMPLODING | |
| PARTICLES OF FURNITURE, WALLS, PEOPLE FLYING AROUND. | |
| Ariadne WONDERS at the MAYHEM WHIRLING around them, Cobb | |
| SHIELDS his head against the debris. She sees him. | |
| ARIADNE | |
| (shouting over noise) | |
| If it's just a dream, why are you | |
| covering your -- | |
| 36. | |
| Ariadne is WIPED FROM HER SEAT BY A MASSIVE BLAST and we -- | |
| CUT TO: | |
| 63 INT. WORKSHOP - DAY 63 | |
| Ariadne JOLTS awake. | |
| COBB (O.S.) | |
| Because it's never just a dream. | |
| Ariadne turns to Cobb's voice. They are both sitting in the | |
| lawn chairs. Arthur watches over them. | |
| COBB | |
| And a face full of glass hurts like | |
| hell, doesn't it? While we're in | |
| it, it's real. | |
| ARTHUR | |
| That's why the military developed | |
| dream sharing, a training program | |
| where soldiers could strangle, stab | |
| and shoot each other, then wake up. | |
| ARIADNE | |
| How did architects get involved? | |
| COBB | |
| Someone had to design the dreams. | |
| (to Arthur) | |
| Let's go another five minutes -- | |
| ARIADNE | |
| We were only asleep for five | |
| minutes? We talked for an hour at | |
| least -- | |
| COBB | |
| When you dream, your mind functions | |
| more quickly, so time seems to pass | |
| more slowly. | |
| ARTHUR | |
| Five minutes in the real world | |
| gives you an hour in the dream. | |
| COBB | |
| Let's see how much trouble you can | |
| cause in five minutes. | |
| And we -- | |
| 37. | |
| CUT TO: | |
| 64 EXT. SAME PARISIAN STREET - DAY 64 | |
| Ariadne walks down the crowded street with Cobb. Cobb looks | |
| around at the street, the cafe, approving. | |
| COBB | |
| It's good. You've got the cafe, the | |
| layout -- you forgot the book shop | |
| but pretty much everything else is | |
| here. | |
| Ariadne looks at the passers-by. | |
| ARIADNE | |
| Who are the people? | |
| COBB | |
| They're projections of my | |
| subconscious. | |
| ARIADNE | |
| Yours? | |
| COBB | |
| Sure, you are the dreamer, I am the | |
| subject. My subconscious populates | |
| your world. That's one way we get | |
| at a subject's thoughts, his mind | |
| creates the people, so we can | |
| literally talk to his subconscious. | |
| ARIADNE | |
| How else do you do it? | |
| COBB | |
| Architecture. Build a bank vault or | |
| a jail, something secure, and the | |
| subject's mind will fill it with | |
| information he's trying to protect. | |
| ARIADNE | |
| Then you break in and steal it. | |
| COBB | |
| Exactly. | |
| Ariadne wonders at the detail of the street. | |
| ARIADNE | |
| 38. | |
| I love the concrete sense of things | |
| -- | |
| (stamps foot) | |
| Real weight, you know? I thought a | |
| dream space would be all about the | |
| visual, but it's the feel of | |
| things. Question is, what happens | |
| as you start to mess with physics - | |
| - | |
| She CONCENTRATES on the street. The street starts to BEND | |
| IN HALF, the buildings on either side FOLDING IN until they | |
| form the INSIDE OF A CUBE OF CITY, GRAVITY FUNCTIONING | |
| INDEPENDENTLY ON EACH PLANE. Ariadne looks up (or down) at | |
| the people on the opposite city surface. Cobb watches her | |
| excitement. | |
| ARIADNE | |
| It's something, isn't it? | |
| COBB | |
| (quiet) | |
| Yes. It is. | |
| As they walk, Ariadne notices more and more of the | |
| projections STARING at her. | |
| ARIADNE | |
| Why are they looking at me? | |
| COBB | |
| Because you're changing things. My | |
| subconscious feels that someone | |
| else is creating the world. The | |
| more you change things, the quicker | |
| the projections converge on you. | |
| ARIADNE | |
| Converge? | |
| COBB | |
| They feel the foreign nature of the | |
| dreamer, and attack-like white | |
| blood cells fighting an infection. | |
| ARIADNE | |
| They're going to attack us? | |
| COBB | |
| Just you, actually. | |
| 39. | |
| They walk along the street to where it joins the next | |
| gravitational plane. They step up onto the different plane | |
| and walk down the street towards a river. As Ariadne | |
| approaches, steps emerge from the flagstone, and she leads | |
| Cobb up onto a small jetty. As she concentrates, pillars | |
| emerge and a BRIDGE starts to telescope out from the jetty. | |
| They step onto it as it grows. Cobb is impressed. | |
| COBB | |
| It's beautiful -- but if you keep | |
| on changing things -- | |
| People crossing the bridge STARE at Ariadne. Several of | |
| them BUMP her shoulder as they pass. | |
| ARIADNE | |
| Mind telling your subconscious to | |
| take it easy? | |
| COBB | |
| That's why it's called | |
| subconscious. I don't control it. | |
| The bridge now spans the Seine. Cobb marvels at it. | |
| COBB | |
| Arched stone, iron pillars -- it's | |
| -- | |
| Cobb pauses, thinking. Remembering. | |
| INSERT CUT: Mal, hair blowing, turns to Cobb, smiling, | |
| laughing. He smiles back. They are on the same bridge. | |
| COBB | |
| I know this bridge. This place is | |
| real -- | |
| (serious) | |
| You didn't imagine it, you | |
| remembered it -- | |
| ARIADNE | |
| (nods) | |
| I cross it every day on my way to | |
| the college. | |
| COBB | |
| Never recreate places from your | |
| memory. Always imagine new places. | |
| ARIADNE | |
| You have to draw from what you know | |
| -- | |
| 40. | |
| COBB | |
| (tense) | |
| Use pieces, a streetlamp, | |
| phonebooths, a type of brick-not | |
| whole areas. | |
| Several people around them ECHO Cobb's attitude. | |
| ARIADNE | |
| Why not? | |
| COBB | |
| Because building dreams out of your | |
| own memories is the surest way to | |
| lose your grip on what's real and | |
| what's a dream. | |
| ARIADNE | |
| Did that happen to you? | |
| Cobb says nothing. He stands there, starinq at Ariadne. | |
| PEOPLE around her stop and look at her, hostile. | |
| COBB | |
| Look, this isn't about me -- | |
| Cobb reaches for Ariadne's arm, turns her to him. | |
| ARIADNE | |
| Is that why you need me to build | |
| your dreams? | |
| A passerby GRABS Ariadne's shoulder. | |
| COBB | |
| Leave her alone. | |
| More of the crowd join in, PULLING at Ariadne, holding her | |
| arms open. Cobb PULLS people off, the crowd PUSHES him | |
| away. Cobb sees someone WALKING PURPOSEFULLY through the | |
| crowd towards the helpless, Ariadne, it is Mal. She | |
| approaches with even strides, Ariadne stares at her, | |
| uneasy. | |
| ARIADNE | |
| Wake me up, Cobb. | |
| As Mal walks, she pulls out a LARGE KNIFE. | |
| COBB | |
| Mal, no! | |
| ARIADNE | |
| 41. | |
| Wake me up! | |
| Ariadne SCREAMS as Mal LUNGES at her with the knife and we | |
| -- | |
| CUT TO: | |
| 65 INT. WORKSHOP - DAY 65 | |
| Ariadne WAKES, BREATHING HARD. Arthur moves to her. | |
| ARTHUR | |
| It's okay. | |
| ARIADNE | |
| Why couldn't I wake? | |
| ARTHUR | |
| The only way to wake from inside | |
| the dream is to die. | |
| Cobb, in the lawn chair opposite, PULLS his tubes out. | |
| COBB | |
| She'll need a totem. | |
| ARIADNE | |
| What? | |
| ARTHUR | |
| Some kind of personal icon. A small | |
| object that you can always have | |
| with you, and that no one else | |
| knows, | |
| Cobb gets to his feet, Ariadne stares at him, furious. He | |
| heads to the bathroom. | |
| ARIADNE | |
| That's some subconscious you've | |
| got, Cobb. | |
| (calls after him) | |
| She's a real charmer! | |
| ARTHUR | |
| Sounds like you've met Mrs. Cobb. | |
| ARIADNE | |
| (surprised) | |
| She's his wife? | |
| Arthur nods, pulling off Ariadne's tubes. | |
| 42. | |
| ARTHUR | |
| So. A totem. You need something | |
| small, potentially heavy -- | |
| 66 INT. BATHROOM - WORKSHOP - CONTINUOUS 66 | |
| Cobb takes out his PEWTER SPINNING TOP, SPINS it on the | |
| marble counter. | |
| 67 INT. WORKSHOP - CONTINUOUS 67 | |
| Ariadne looks at Arthur, puzzled. | |
| ARIADNE | |
| Like a coin? | |
| ARTHUR | |
| Too common. You need something that | |
| has a weight or movement that only | |
| you know. | |
| 68 INT. BATHROOM - WORKSHOP - CONTINUOUS 68 | |
| Cobb STUDIES the spin of the top as it decays, becoming | |
| more and more ECCENTRIC. | |
| 69 INT. WORKSHOP - CONTINUOUS 69 | |
| ARIADNE | |
| What's yours? | |
| Arthur holds out a DIE. | |
| ARTHUR | |
| A loaded die. | |
| Ariadne reaches for it. Arthur snatches sit away. | |
| ARTHUR | |
| I can't let you handle it. That's | |
| the point. No one else can know the | |
| weight or balance of it. | |
| ARIADNE | |
| Why? | |
| ARTHUR | |
| So when you examine your totem -- | |
| 43. | |
| 70 INT. BATHROOM - WORKSHOP - CONTINUOUS 70 | |
| Cobb's spinning top WOBBLES OVER. | |
| ARTHUR (O.S.) | |
| You know, beyond a doubt, that | |
| you're not in someone else's dream. | |
| Cobb GRABS it like a drowning man reaching for a lifeline. | |
| 71 INT. WORKSHOP - CONTINUOUS 71 | |
| Ariadne thinks this over. | |
| ARIADNE | |
| That's not an issue for me. | |
| ARTHUR | |
| Why not? | |
| ARIADNE | |
| Arthur, maybe you can't see what's | |
| going on, maybe you don't want to. | |
| But Cobb's got problems he's tried | |
| to bury down there. I'm not going | |
| to open my mind to someone like | |
| that. | |
| Ariadne gets to her feet. Walks away. | |
| COBB (O.S.) | |
| She'll be back. | |
| Arthur turns. Cobb is standing in the bathroom doorway. | |
| COBB | |
| I've never seen anyone pick it up | |
| so fast. And one reality won't be | |
| enough for her now. When she comes | |
| back, get her building mazes. | |
| ARTHUR | |
| Where will you be? | |
| COBB | |
| I've got to talk to Eames. | |
| ARTHUR | |
| Eames? But he's in Mombasa. Cobol's | |
| backyard. | |
| COBB | |
| 44. | |
| Necessary risk. | |
| ARTHUR | |
| There are plenty of other thieves. | |
| COBB | |
| We don't just need a thief. We need | |
| a forger. | |
| 72 INT. GAMBLING DEN - MOMBASA - DAY 72 | |
| Crowded, bustling, smoke-filled. a westerner (40's), shabby | |
| suit, is squeezed in at a dice game. This is EAMES. He | |
| FIDDLES with his last two chips. | |
| COBB (O.S.) | |
| Rub them against each other all you | |
| like, they're not going to breed. | |
| Eames looks up to see Cobb. | |
| EAMES | |
| You never know. | |
| Eames tosses down his last chips. The dice are rolled. | |
| COBB | |
| Drink? | |
| Eames loses. | |
| EAMES | |
| You're buying. | |
| Cobb follows Eames. Eames mysteriously produces two stacks | |
| of chips and puts them down in front of the cashier. Cobb | |
| pulls one off the top, squints at the embossed name. | |
| COBB | |
| You're spelling hasn't improved. | |
| Eames GRABS the chip. Hands it to the cashier. | |
| EAMES | |
| Piss off. | |
| COBB | |
| How's your handwriting? | |
| Eames takes his money. Smiles at Cobb. | |
| 45. | |
| EAMES | |
| Versatile. | |
| 73 INT. STREET - MOMBASA - CONTINUOUS 73 | |
| Eames leads Cobb down the quiet street. | |
| EAMES | |
| Word is, you're not welcome in | |
| these parts. | |
| COBB | |
| Yeah? | |
| EAMES | |
| There's a price on your head from | |
| Cobol Engineering. Pretty big one, | |
| actually. | |
| COBB | |
| You wouldn't sell me out. | |
| Eames looks at Cobb, offended. | |
| EAMES | |
| `Course I would. | |
| COBB | |
| (smiles) | |
| Not when you hear what I'm selling. | |
| 74 EXT. BALCONY OF A COFFEE HOUSE - LATER 74 | |
| A ramshackle balcony overlooking a bust street. Eames | |
| pours. | |
| COBB | |
| Inception. | |
| Eames's glass stops halfway to his mouth. | |
| COBB | |
| Don't bother telling me it's | |
| impossible. | |
| EAMES | |
| It's perfectly possible. Just | |
| bloody difficult. | |
| COBB | |
| 46. | |
| That's what I keep saying to | |
| Arthur. | |
| EAMES | |
| Arthur? You're still working with | |
| that stick-in-the-mud? | |
| COBB | |
| He's a good point man. | |
| EAMES | |
| The best. But he has no | |
| imagination. If you're going to | |
| perform inception, you need | |
| imagination. | |
| COBB | |
| You've done it before? | |
| EAMES | |
| Yeas and no. We tried it. Got the | |
| idea in place, but it didn't take. | |
| COBB | |
| You didn't plant it deep enough? | |
| EAMES | |
| It's not just about depth. You need | |
| the simplest version of the idea, | |
| the one that will grow naturally in | |
| the subject's mind. Subtle art. | |
| COBB | |
| That's why I'm here. | |
| EAMES | |
| What's the idea you need to plant? | |
| COBB | |
| We want the heir to a major | |
| corporation to break up his | |
| father's empire. | |
| EAMES | |
| See, right there you've got various | |
| political motivations, anti- | |
| monopolistic sentiment and so | |
| forth. But all that stuff's at the | |
| mercy of the subject's prejudice, | |
| you have to go to the basic. | |
| COBB | |
| Which is? | |
| 47. | |
| EAMES | |
| The relationship with the father. | |
| (downs drink) | |
| Do you have a chemist? | |
| Cobb shakes his head. | |
| EAMES | |
| There's a man here. Yusuf. He | |
| formulates his own versions of the | |
| compounds. | |
| COBB | |
| Let's go see him. | |
| EAMES | |
| Once you've lost your tail. | |
| (Cobb reacts) | |
| Back by the bar, blue tie. Came in | |
| about two minutes after we did. | |
| COBB | |
| Cobol Engineering? | |
| EAMES | |
| They pretty much own Mombasa. | |
| Cobb glances over the balcony. | |
| COBB | |
| Run interference. We'll meet | |
| downstairs in half an hour. | |
| EAMES | |
| Back here? | |
| COBB | |
| Last place they'd expect. | |
| Eames downs his drink. Rises. Walks over to the | |
| Businessman. | |
| EAMES | |
| Freddy! | |
| The Businessman looks up, awkward. | |
| EAMES | |
| Freddy Simmonds, it is you! | |
| Cobb nonchalantly SLIPS over the balcony DROPPING HARD into | |
| the midst of the crowd on the street below. | |
| 48. | |
| EAMES | |
| (looks harder) | |
| Oh. No, it isn't. | |
| 75 EXT. STREET - MOMBASA - CONTINUOUS 75 | |
| Cobb stands up, PUSHES into the crowd, faces PEER at him, | |
| he moves, trying to blend, TURNS a SECOND BUSINESS MAN is | |
| there. | |
| COBB | |
| (disarming smile) | |
| Yes? | |
| SECOND BUSINESSMAN | |
| We need to -- | |
| Cobb HEAD BUTTS the Second Businessman, PUSHES past him. | |
| The First Businessman races out of the bar, sees Cobb's | |
| wake, DIVES after him. Cobb RACES headlong through tight | |
| passageways, WEAVING through or KNOCKING into the locals. | |
| He steps into a dark, crowded cafe, scanning the tables, | |
| the First Businessman enters, spots him. An AFRICAN MAN | |
| gets in Cobb's face, jabbering at him in Swahili. Cobb | |
| considers his options, the First Businessman DRAWS A GUN. | |
| Cobb bolts, steps up on a table and out an open window, | |
| SCRAMBLING into the alley outside. | |
| Cobb LOOKS left, right, CUTS LEFT into a narrow, CROWDED | |
| alley, the alley NARROWS TO A DEAD END. Faces in the CROWD | |
| start to watch Cobb, PEOPLE start to SURROUND him, Cobb | |
| looks back the way he came, the two Businessmen are there, | |
| GUNS DRAWN. | |
| Cobb sees a SMALL GAP between the buildings at the narrow | |
| end, he THROWS himself into it, gets STUCK HALFWAY. | |
| The crowd bears down, GRABBING for him as Cobb struggles to | |
| SQUEEZE HIMSELF through the gap. Cobb's moving INCHES as | |
| his pursuers gain YARDS, the Crowd is upon him, he BURSTS | |
| FREE. TUMBLING onto the next street, ROLLING out of sight. | |
| Cobb Jumps to his feet, in a market square. TWO MORE | |
| BUSINESSMEN move towards him. Cobb BOLTS but a CAR SKIDS | |
| UP, BLOCKS HIS PATH, the door opens, SAITO IS IN THE BACK. | |
| SAITO | |
| Care for a lift, Mr. Cobb? | |
| COBB | |
| 49. | |
| (jumping in) | |
| What brings you to Mombasa, Mr. | |
| Saito? | |
| SAITO | |
| I have to protect my investment. | |
| 76 EXT. COFFEE HOUSE - MOMENTS LATER 76 | |
| Eames stands on the pavement. The car pulls up. Cobb | |
| beckons from the rear window. Eames looks at Saito. Back to | |
| Cobb. | |
| EAMES | |
| This is your idea of losing a tail? | |
| COBB | |
| (shrugs) | |
| Different tail. | |
| 77 INT. WORKSHOP - DAY 77 | |
| Arthur sits at the table, working on a mechanism. A small | |
| COUGH prompts him to look up: Ariadne is there. | |
| ARTHUR | |
| He said you'd be back. | |
| ARIADNE | |
| I tried not to come. | |
| ARTHUR | |
| But there's nothing else quite like | |
| it. | |
| ARIADNE | |
| No paper, no pens -- nothing | |
| between you and raw, direct | |
| creation. | |
| Arthur picks up his mechanism. | |
| ARTHUR | |
| Shall we take a look at paradoxical | |
| architecture? | |
| Ariadne nods, takes off her coat and we -- | |
| CUT TO: | |
| 50. | |
| 78 INT. PENROSE STEPS - LATER 78 | |
| Arthur leads Ariadne down some busy steps in a large glass | |
| and steel ATRIUM in an office complex. | |
| ARTHUR | |
| You're going to have to master a | |
| few tricks if you're going to build | |
| three complete dream levels. | |
| A SECRETARY DROPS some papers as they pass. | |
| ARIADNE | |
| What sort of tricks? | |
| They take a tight turn and continue down the next flight. | |
| ARTHUR | |
| In a dream, you can cheat | |
| architecture into impossible | |
| shapes. | |
| ARTHUR | |
| That lets you create closed loops, | |
| like the Penrose Steps. The | |
| infinite staircase. | |
| Ariadne FREEZES. THEY ARE IN THE EXACT SPOT THEY STARTED | |
| DESCENDING FROM, next to the Secretary gathering her | |
| papers. | |
| Ariadne puzzles at the impossible construction of the | |
| stairs. | |
| ARTHUR | |
| See -- | |
| Arthur stops her gently, they are on the highest step, with | |
| a LARGE DROP to the next step. Arthur gestures at the drop. | |
| ARTHUR | |
| Paradox. A closed loop like this | |
| helps you disguise the boundaries | |
| of the dream you've created. | |
| ARIADNE | |
| How big do the levels have to be? | |
| ARTHUR | |
| Anything from the floor of a | |
| building, to an entire city. But it | |
| has to be complicated enough for us | |
| to hide from the projections. | |
| 51. | |
| ARIADNE | |
| A maze. | |
| ARTHUR | |
| And the better the maze -- | |
| ARIADNE | |
| The longer we have before the | |
| projections catch us. | |
| Ariadne looks around. Sees people LOOKING at Arthur. | |
| ARIADNE | |
| My subconscious seems polite | |
| enough. | |
| ARTHUR | |
| You wait, they'll turn ugly. No one | |
| likes to see someone else messing | |
| around in their mind. | |
| ARIADNE | |
| Cobb can't build anymore, can he? | |
| ARTHUR | |
| I don't know if he can't, but he | |
| won't. He thinks it's safer if he | |
| doesn't know the layouts. | |
| ARIADNE | |
| Why? | |
| ARTHUR | |
| He won't tell me. I think it's Mal. | |
| I think she's getting stronger. | |
| ARIADNE | |
| His ex-wife? | |
| ARTHUR | |
| She's not his ex. | |
| ARIADNE | |
| They're still together? | |
| Arthur turns to Ariadne. Gentle. | |
| ARTHUR | |
| No. No, she's dead, Ariadne. What | |
| you see in there is just his | |
| projection of her. | |
| ARIADNE | |
| 52. | |
| What was she like in real life? | |
| ARTHUR | |
| (quiet) | |
| She was lovely. | |
| CUT TO: | |
| 79 EXT. ROOFTOP - OLD TOWN - MOMBASA - DAY 79 | |
| Saito deposits a FILE in front of Cobb: PHOTOS, DOCUMENTS. | |
| As Cobb runs through them, he passes them to Eames. | |
| SAITO | |
| Robert Fischer, 32. Heir to the | |
| Fischer Morrow energy conglomerate. | |
| He's spent his whole life being | |
| groomed as successor-breaking up | |
| his father's empire will take a | |
| radical shift in his thinking. | |
| COBB | |
| What's your problem with Fischer? | |
| SAITO | |
| That's not your concern. | |
| COBB | |
| This isn't the usual corporate | |
| espionage, Mr. Saito. This is | |
| inception. The seed of the idea we | |
| plant will grow in this man's mind. | |
| It'll change him. It might even | |
| come to define him. | |
| Saito looks at Cobb. | |
| SAITO | |
| My sources suggest you might not | |
| have always been so cautious. | |
| COBB | |
| Then you need new sources, Mr. | |
| Saito. | |
| Saito considers Cobb. Shrugs. | |
| SAITO | |
| 53. | |
| Fischer Morrow has the regulators | |
| in their pockets. We're the last | |
| company standing between them and | |
| total energy dominance and we can | |
| no longer compete. Soon they'll | |
| control the energy supply of half | |
| the world. They'll be able to | |
| blackmail governments, dictate | |
| policy. In effect, they become a | |
| new superpower. The world needs | |
| Robert Fischer to change his mind. | |
| EAMES | |
| That's where we come in. How's | |
| Robert Fischer's relationship to | |
| his father? | |
| SAITO | |
| Rumor is the relationship is | |
| complicated. | |
| COBB | |
| We'll need more than rumor, Mr. | |
| Saito. | |
| Eames picks up a photo: a distinguished executive (68). | |
| EAMES | |
| Can you get me access to him? | |
| Browning. Fischer senior's right- | |
| hand man. Fischer junior's | |
| godfather. | |
| SAITO | |
| It should be possible. If you can | |
| get the right references. | |
| EAMES | |
| References are something of a | |
| specialty for me, Mr. Saito. | |
| 80 EXT. DECREPIT BUILDING - MOMBASA - LATER 80 | |
| Eames leads Cobb and Saito down uneven steps to a doorway. | |
| 81 INT. STAIRWELL - CONTINUOUS 81 | |
| Peeling paint, buzzing flies. They ascend to a dusty, wire, | |
| reinforced glass door which Eames pushes open. | |
| 54. | |
| 82 INT. PHARMACY - CONTINUOUS 82 | |
| Row upon row of wooden shelves holding hundreds of dusty | |
| glass bottles of all shapes and colors. At the far end, a | |
| portly 40-year-old man rises from behind his desk, | |
| beckoning. | |
| This is YUSUF. | |
| YUSUF | |
| Come, come. | |
| Eames shakes Yusuf's hand. Yusuf stops at Cobb. | |
| YUSUF | |
| Ah, yes. Mr. Cobb. I've heard so | |
| very much about you. | |
| (indicates chairs) | |
| please. | |
| Yusuf chases a CAT off Saito's chair. | |
| YUSUF | |
| Bloody cats. | |
| Yusuf moves to a shelf and runs his fingers over the glass | |
| bottles. None of them has a label. | |
| YUSUF | |
| You work using Somnacin, I think, | |
| Mr. Cobb? | |
| COBB | |
| You're well informed, Mr. Yusuf. | |
| Yusuf places a bottle on the desk in front of Cobb. | |
| COBB | |
| (dubious) | |
| Somnacin? | |
| YUSUF | |
| (proudly) | |
| Yusuf's Somnacin. | |
| Yusuf pulls the stopper, holds it towards Cobb's nose. | |
| COBB | |
| As good as the real thing? | |
| Yusuf WHIPS the bottle away from Cobb, offended. | |
| 55. | |
| YUSUF | |
| Better. | |
| Yusuf holds the bottle to the light, marveling. | |
| YUSUF | |
| Binds the dreamers tight. Let's | |
| them dream as one. Makes it real. | |
| Of course, if you'd prefer, you | |
| could use Somnacin brand. If you | |
| could explain to the international | |
| control council what you wanted it | |
| for. | |
| Yusuf puts the bottle back onto the shelf. Sits. | |
| YUSUF | |
| You are seeking a chemist? | |
| (Cobb nods) | |
| To formulate compounds for a job? | |
| COBB | |
| And to come into the held with us. | |
| YUSUF | |
| I rarely go into the held, Mr. | |
| Cobb. | |
| COBB | |
| We need you there to tailor | |
| compounds to our particular | |
| requirements. | |
| YUSUF | |
| Which are? | |
| COBB | |
| Great depth. | |
| YUSUF | |
| A dream within a dream? Two levels? | |
| COBB | |
| Three. | |
| YUSUF | |
| Not possible. That many dreams | |
| within dreams would be too | |
| unstable. | |
| COBB | |
| I've done it before. You just have | |
| to add a sedative. | |
| 56. | |
| YUSUF | |
| A powerful sedative. How many team | |
| members? | |
| COBB | |
| Five. | |
| SAITO | |
| Six. | |
| (to Cobb) | |
| The only way to know you've done | |
| the job is if I go in with you. | |
| COBB | |
| There's no room for tourists on | |
| these jobs, Mr. Saito. | |
| SAITO | |
| This time, it would seem there is. | |
| Cobb looks at him, uneasy. Yusuf pulls out another bottle. | |
| YUSUF | |
| Of course. I use it every day. | |
| Yusuf hands it to Cobb, who considers the white liquid | |
| inside. | |
| COBB | |
| For what? | |
| Yusuf beckons them further into the pharmacy, to a METAL | |
| DOOR. He STOPS, second thoughts. | |
| YUSUF | |
| Perhaps -- you will not want to | |
| see. | |
| Cobb motions to continue. Yusuf pulls out a large key. | |
| 83 INT. BACK ROOM - PHARMACY - CONTINUOUS 83 | |
| A dark room with ROWS of low COTS. Each with a sleeping | |
| occupant. Tubes connect their wrists. An ELDERLY BALD MAN | |
| watches over them. | |
| EAMES | |
| (counting) | |
| Eighteen, twenty-all connected, | |
| bloody hell. | |
| YUSUF | |
| 57. | |
| They come every day. To share the | |
| dream. | |
| Yusuf nods at the Elderly Bald Man, who moves to the | |
| nearest bed. Reaches out to the OCCUPANT. Gives his face a | |
| FIRM SLAP. The sleeper does not even stir. | |
| YUSUF | |
| See? Very stable. | |
| COBB | |
| How long do they dream? | |
| YUSUF | |
| Three, four hours. Every day. | |
| COBB | |
| How long in dream time? | |
| YUSUF | |
| With this compound -- about forty | |
| hours. Each and every day. | |
| Saito surveys the room, appalled. | |
| SAITO | |
| Why do they do it? | |
| YUSUF | |
| Tell him, Mr. Cobb. | |
| COBB | |
| After a while -- | |
| (looks at Saito) | |
| It becomes the only way you can | |
| dream. | |
| YUSUF | |
| Do you still dream, Mr. Cobb? | |
| Cobb STARES at the sleepers. Uneasy. | |
| EAMES | |
| They come here every day to sleep? | |
| ELDERLY BALD MAN (O.S.) | |
| No. | |
| Cobb turns to the Elderly Bald Man, who looks fondly at his | |
| dreamers. | |
| ELDERLY BALD MAN | |
| 58. | |
| They come to be woken up -- the | |
| dream has become their reality -- | |
| The Elderly Bald Man pokes a crooked finger at Cobb's | |
| chest. | |
| ELDERLY BALD MAN | |
| And who are you to say otherwise? | |
| Cobb STARES at the Elderly Bald Man. DISTURBED. Cobb turns | |
| to Yusuf. TOSSES him the bottle. | |
| COBB | |
| Let's see what you can do. | |
| 84 INT. SAME - MOMENTS LATER 84 | |
| Cobb is lying on an empty cot, asleep. Yusuf stands over | |
| him. As we move in on Cobb's SLEEPING FACE we hear the | |
| sound of a FREIGHT TRAIN, BUILDING, and we -- | |
| CUT TO: | |
| 85 EXT. WASTELAND - DAY 85 | |
| CLOSE ON Cobb's face as he lies, EYES CLOSED, cheek pressed | |
| to a METAL RAIL. THE SOUND OF THE TRAIN IS DEAFENING. Cobb | |
| is BREATHING, BREATHING, BREATHING, and we -- | |
| CUT TO: | |
| 86 INT. BACK ROOM - PHARMACY - DAY 86 | |
| Cobb's eyes open. Yusuf is watching him. | |
| YUSUF | |
| Sharp, no? | |
| Cobb nods. Gets to his feet, looking around. | |
| 87 INT. BATHROOM - PHARMACY - CONTINUOUS 87 | |
| Cobb SPLASHES water on his face, breathing hard. | |
| INSERT CUT: A CURTAIN BILLOWS. MAL TURNS TO US, HAIR | |
| BLOWING, SMILING. | |
| 59. | |
| Cobb fumbles in his pockets, pulls out his spinning top. He | |
| tries to set it spinning on the back edge of the sink, but | |
| it FALLS to the floor and rolls towards the door. Saito is | |
| there. WATCHING Cobb. He looks down at the spinning top. | |
| SAITO | |
| Everything alright, Mr. Cobb? | |
| Cobb dries his face with a paper towel. Picks up his top. | |
| COBB | |
| Everything's fine. | |
| 88 INT. BACK ROOM - WORKSHOP - NIGHT 88 | |
| Close on a small BRASS CHESS PIECE. Ariadne tips it over. | |
| Frowning, she picks up a micro drill, peels back the felt | |
| on the bottom and widens a hole in one side of its base. | |
| Tests the TIPPING POINT again. A NOISE makes her look up. | |
| 89 INT. WORKSHOP - CONTINUOUS 89 | |
| Ariadne comes into the main space. Someone is there, | |
| unpacking one of the MECHANISMS. Cobb. | |
| ARIADNE | |
| You're back. | |
| Cobb looks up with a start. Caught out. | |
| ARIADNE | |
| Are you going under on your own? | |
| COBB | |
| I just -- I need to test some | |
| things. I didn't realize anyone was | |
| here. | |
| ARIADNE | |
| Just working on my totem. | |
| Ariadne holds up the chess piece. Cobb reaches for it. | |
| COBB | |
| Let me see -- | |
| Ariadne SNAPS it out of his reach. Smiles. Cobb nods. | |
| COBB | |
| You're learning. | |
| 60. | |
| ARIADNE | |
| It's an elegant solution to keeping | |
| track of reality. Your invention? | |
| COBB | |
| No. Mal's. | |
| Cobb pulls out his spinning top. Looks at it. | |
| COBB | |
| This one was hers. She'd spin it in | |
| a dream and it would never topple. | |
| Just spin and spin... | |
| ARIADNE | |
| Arthur told me she died. | |
| COBB | |
| She did. How are the mazes coming? | |
| Ariadne indicates three large ARCHITECTURAL MODELS. | |
| ARIADNE | |
| Good. Each level relates to the | |
| part of the subject's subconscious | |
| we're trying to access. I'm making | |
| the bottom level a hospital, so | |
| that Fischer will bring his father | |
| there -- | |
| COBB | |
| Don't tell me. Remember, you only | |
| want the dreamer to know the | |
| layout. | |
| ARIADNE | |
| Why's that so important? | |
| COBB | |
| In case one of us brings in part of | |
| our subconscious. You wouldn't want | |
| any projections knowing the layout. | |
| ARIADNE | |
| In case you bring Mal in. | |
| Cobb says nothing. | |
| ARIADNE | |
| 61. | |
| You won't build yourself because if | |
| you know the maze, then she knows | |
| it. And she'd sabotage the | |
| operation. You can't keep her out, | |
| can you? | |
| Cobb says nothing. | |
| ARIADNE | |
| Do the others know? | |
| COBB | |
| No. | |
| ARIADNE | |
| You have to warn them if it's | |
| getting worse -- | |
| COBB | |
| (gentle) | |
| I didn't say it's getting worse. | |
| Look, Ariadne, I need them for this | |
| job. I need you for this job. | |
| Without your help, I'll never get | |
| back to my children. And that's all | |
| I can care about right now. | |
| ARIADNE | |
| Why can't you go home, Cobb? | |
| Cobb looks at her, deciding what to say. | |
| COBB | |
| They think I killed her. | |
| ARIADNE | |
| How did she die? | |
| Cobb thinks. | |
| INSERT CUT: Mal, wind BLOWING her hair, smiles at Cobb. Now | |
| we see Cobb, SHAKING HIS HEAD, TEARS STREAMING, BEGGING. | |
| COBB | |
| Thank you. | |
| ARIADNE | |
| For what? | |
| COBB | |
| Not asking whether I did. | |
| 62. | |
| 90 INT. WORKSHOP - DAY 90 | |
| Ariadne, Arthur, Yusuf, Eames and Saito sit around the | |
| room, looking at FILES. Cobb presides. | |
| COBB | |
| The mark is Robert Fischer, heir to | |
| the Australian energy conglomerate, | |
| Fischer Morrow. | |
| Cobb opens a large presentation pad. | |
| COBB (READS ALOUD) | |
| "I WILL SPLIT UP MY FATHER'S | |
| EMPIRE." | |
| Cobb turns to the team. | |
| COBB | |
| An idea Robert Fischer's conscious | |
| mind would never accept. We have to | |
| plant it deep in his subconscious. | |
| ARTHUR | |
| How deep? | |
| COBB | |
| Three levels down. | |
| ARTHUR | |
| A dream within a dream within a | |
| dream? Is that even possible? | |
| COBB | |
| Yes. It is. | |
| COBB | |
| Now, the subconscious motivates | |
| through emotion, not reason, so we | |
| have to translate the idea into an | |
| emotional concept. | |
| ARTHUR | |
| How do you translate a business | |
| strategy into an emotion? | |
| COBB | |
| That's what we have to figure out. | |
| Robert and his father have a tense | |
| relationship. Worse, even, than the | |
| gossip columns have suggested -- | |
| EAMES | |
| 63. | |
| Do you play on that? Suggest | |
| breaking up his father's company as | |
| a 'screw you' to the old man? | |
| COBB | |
| No. Positive emotion trumps | |
| negative emotion every time. We | |
| yearn for people to be reconciled, | |
| for catharsis. We need positive | |
| emotional logic. | |
| Eames thinks. Paces. Looking back at the board. | |
| EAMES | |
| Try this -- "MY FATHER ACCEPTS THAT | |
| I WANT TO CREATE FOR MYSELF, NOT | |
| FOLLOW IN HIS FOOTSTEPS." | |
| COBB | |
| That might work. | |
| ARTHUR | |
| Might? We'll have to do better than | |
| that. | |
| EAMES | |
| Thanks for the contribution, | |
| Arthur. | |
| ARTHUR | |
| Forgive me for wanting a little | |
| specificity, Eames. | |
| COBB | |
| Inception's not about specificity. | |
| When we get inside his head, we're | |
| going to have to work with what we | |
| find. | |
| Arthur shrugs, frustrated. And we -- | |
| CUT TO: | |
| 91 EXT. NEW YORK STREETS - DAY 91 | |
| The team are in the middle of a DESERTED intersection. | |
| Ariadne is showing Yusuf aspects of the geography. | |
| EAMES | |
| We could split the idea into | |
| emotional triggers, and use one on | |
| each level. | |
| 64. | |
| COBB | |
| How do you mean? | |
| EAMES | |
| On the top level, we open up his | |
| relationship with his father -- | |
| Say: "I WILL NOT FOLLOW IN MY | |
| FATHER'S FOOTSTEPS." Next level | |
| down we've accessed his ambition | |
| and self-esteem. We feed him: "I | |
| WILL CREATE SOMETHING MYSELF." | |
| Then, the bottom level, we bring | |
| out the emotional big guns -- | |
| COBB | |
| "MY FATHER DOESN'T WANT ME TO BE | |
| HIM." | |
| EAMES | |
| That could do it. | |
| ARTHUR | |
| How do you produce these emotional | |
| triggers? | |
| EAMES | |
| I forge each emotional concept in | |
| the style and manner of Peter | |
| Browning, a key figure in Fischer's | |
| emotional life. | |
| Two AFRICAN PEDESTRIANS wander into view. | |
| ARTHUR | |
| Are those yours? | |
| Eames shakes his head. Cobb turns to Yusuf. | |
| ARTHUR | |
| Yusuf? | |
| YUSUF | |
| Yup. Sorry. | |
| COBB | |
| Suppress them. We don't bring our | |
| own projections into the dream, we | |
| let Fischer's subconscious supply | |
| the people. | |
| EAMES | |
| Saito, when do I get to see | |
| Browning? | |
| 65. | |
| SAITO | |
| You fly out to Sydney on Tuesday. | |
| We've arranged for you to spend | |
| several days -- | |
| 92 INT. ANTEROOM - MAURICE FISCHER'S OFFICE - DAY 92 | |
| Eames sits in the crowded room. Boxes and files are piled | |
| high. Browning stands by a pair of double doors. | |
| SAITO (V.O.) | |
| -- as part of a consulting | |
| litigation team working for | |
| Browning. | |
| BROWNING | |
| I'm not smelling settlement here, | |
| we take them down. | |
| LAWYER | |
| Mr. Browning, Maurice Fischer's | |
| policy is always one of avoiding | |
| litigation -- | |
| Browning turns to the lawyer. Calm, but POWERFUL. | |
| BROWNING | |
| Shall we relay your concerns | |
| directly to Maurice? | |
| Browning opens the doors to Maurice Fischer's inner office. | |
| Eames leans in to watch as Browning beckons the Lawyer into | |
| -- | |
| 93 INT. MAURICE FISCHER'S INNER OFFICE - CONTINUOUS 93 | |
| The office is a MAKESHIFT HOSPITAL ROOM: a BED where the | |
| desk should be. Browning addresses a figure at the window. | |
| ROBERT FISCHER, 30'S, abstracted. | |
| BROWNING | |
| How is he? | |
| Fischer turns to Browning. Motions silence, as he glances | |
| at his FATHER in the bed. Wheezing gently. | |
| BROWNING | |
| I don't want to bother him | |
| unnecessarily but I know he -- | |
| FATHER | |
| 66. | |
| Robert! I've told you to keep out | |
| the damn! | |
| MAURICE LASHES OUT, KNOCKING things from his bedside table. | |
| A NURSE calms Maurice as Fischer crouches to retrieve a | |
| FRAMED PHOTOGRAPH. He looks at the photo through the broken | |
| glass, a YOUNG BOY holds a PINWHEEL CLEARLY MADE BY A CHILD | |
| (each of the points is numbered in pen), his FATHER blows | |
| on it. | |
| BROWNING | |
| Must be a cherished memory of his - | |
| - | |
| FISCHER | |
| I put it by his bed. He hasn't even | |
| noticed. | |
| BROWNING | |
| Robert, we have to talk about a | |
| power of attorney. I know this is | |
| hard for you, but it's important | |
| that we start to think about the | |
| future- | |
| FISCHER | |
| Not now, Uncle Peter. | |
| Browning looks at Fischer, considering. Biding his time. | |
| EAMES (V.O.) | |
| The vultures are circling. The | |
| sicker Maurice Fischer becomes, the | |
| stronger Peter Browning becomes -- | |
| Eames WATCHES Browning, STUDYING his every move . | |
| 94 INT. BATHROOM - DAY 94 | |
| Eames gestures at a mirror, as if offering to shake hands. | |
| EAMES (V.O.) | |
| I've had time to learn Browning's | |
| physical presence and mannerisms -- | |
| In the mirror: BROWNING GESTURES BACK. | |
| 95 INT. WORKSHOP - CONTINUOUS 95 | |
| EAMES | |
| 67. | |
| Now, in the dream, I can | |
| impersonate Browning and suggest | |
| the concepts to Fischer's conscious | |
| mind -- | |
| (draws a diagram) | |
| Then we take Fischer down another | |
| level and his own subconscious | |
| feeds it right back to him. | |
| ARTHUR | |
| (impressed) | |
| So he gives himself the idea. | |
| EAMES | |
| Precisely. That's the only way to | |
| make it stick. It has to seem self- | |
| generated. | |
| ARTHUR | |
| Eames, I'm impressed. | |
| EAMES | |
| Your condescension, as always, is | |
| much appreciated, Arthur. | |
| CUT TO: | |
| 96 INT. DESERTED HOTEL LOBBY - DAY 96 | |
| The team sit on the steps of the large marble lobby, | |
| debating. Ariadne is showing Arthur the lobby. | |
| EAMES | |
| He's not scheduled for surgery, no | |
| dental, nothing. | |
| COBB | |
| I thought he had some knee thing? | |
| EAMES | |
| Nothing they'd put him under for. | |
| Besides, we need a good ten hours. | |
| SAITO | |
| Sydney to Los Angeles. | |
| They turn to Saito. | |
| SAITO | |
| 68. | |
| Twelve hours and forty-five | |
| minutes-one of the longest flights | |
| in the world. He makes it every two | |
| weeks -- | |
| 97 EXT. AIRFIELD - DAY 97 | |
| Fischer steps out of a black town car and walks across the | |
| tarmac towards a GULF STREAM JET, accompanied by two aides. | |
| COBB (V.O.) | |
| Surely he flies private? | |
| SAITO (V.O.) | |
| Not if there were unexpected | |
| maintenance with his plane. | |
| Fischer is met at the steps by a DISTRAUGHT FLIGHT OFFICER. | |
| 98 INT. HOTEL LOBBY - DAY 98 | |
| Cobb chews this over. Arthur comes over. | |
| ARTHUR | |
| It'd have to be a 747. | |
| COBB | |
| Why? | |
| ARTHUR | |
| On a 747 the pilots are up above, | |
| first class is in the nose so | |
| nobody walks through the cabin. | |
| We'd have to buyout the whole | |
| cabin, and the first class flight | |
| attendant -- | |
| SAITO | |
| We bought the airline. | |
| Everyone turns to Saito. | |
| SAITO | |
| It seemed -- neater. | |
| COBB | |
| Neater, huh? | |
| (gets to his feet) | |
| Well, now we have ten uninterrupted | |
| hours. | |
| 69. | |
| COBB | |
| (to Ariadne) | |
| Nice lobby, by the way. | |
| And we -- | |
| CUT TO: | |
| 99 INT. WORKSHOP - DAY 99 | |
| The group is back in the workshop, deep in discussion. | |
| ARTHUR | |
| My question is how we go down three | |
| layers with enough stability. Three | |
| layers down a little turbulence is | |
| gonna translate into an earthquake. | |
| The dreams are gonna collapse with | |
| the slightest disturbance. | |
| Yusuf clears his throat. | |
| YUSUF | |
| Sedation. For sleep stable enough | |
| to create three layers of dreaming | |
| -- | |
| 100 INT. MAKESHIFT LAB - DAY 100 | |
| Yusuf depresses a plunger. Arthur is SLEEPING in a chair. | |
| YUSUF (V.O.) | |
| We will have to combine it with an | |
| extremely powerful sedative -- | |
| Eames SLAPS Arthur, HARD. Arthur does not stir. | |
| 101 INT. WORKSHOP - DAY 101 | |
| Arthur unconsciously rubs his cheek. | |
| YUSUF | |
| The compound we'll be using to | |
| share the dream is an advanced | |
| Somnacin derivative. It creates a | |
| very clear connection between | |
| dreamers, whilst actually | |
| accelerating brain function. | |
| CUT TO: | |
| 70. | |
| COBB | |
| Buying us more time in each level. | |
| YUSUF | |
| Brain function in the dream will be | |
| about twenty times normal. | |
| YUSUF | |
| And when you go into a dream within | |
| that dream the effect is | |
| compounded. | |
| ARIADNE | |
| How much time? | |
| YUSUF | |
| Three dreams -- that's ten hours, | |
| times twenty, times twenty, times | |
| twenty -- | |
| EAMES | |
| Math was never my strong suit. | |
| COBB | |
| It's basically a week one layer | |
| down, six months two layers down -- | |
| ARIADNE | |
| And ten years in the third level. | |
| Who wants to spend ten years in a | |
| dream? | |
| YUSUF | |
| Depends on the dream. | |
| EAMES | |
| It's not going to take us long to | |
| crack Fischer open once we get | |
| going. We'll be out in a couple | |
| days, max. | |
| ARTHUR | |
| How do we get out once we've made | |
| the plant? | |
| (to Cobb) | |
| I hope you've got something a | |
| little more elegant in mind than | |
| shooting me in the head like last | |
| time. | |
| Arthur tilts back in his chair. Yusuf turns to Cobb. | |
| COBB | |
| 71. | |
| A kick. | |
| ARIADNE | |
| What's a kick? | |
| Eames slips his foot under Arthur's chair leg. TIPS it. | |
| Arthur's legs SHOOT UP INSTINCTIVELY for balance. | |
| EAMES | |
| That, Ariadne, would be a kick. | |
| COBB | |
| That feeling of falling which snaps | |
| you awake. We use that to jolt | |
| ourselves awake once we're done. | |
| ARTHUR | |
| But how are we going to feel that | |
| through the sedation? | |
| YUSUF | |
| That's the clever part. I customize | |
| the sedative -- | |
| 102 INT. MAKESHIFT LAB - DAY 102 | |
| Cobb, Eames and Yusuf watch Arthur, ASLEEP, in a chair. | |
| YUSUF (O.S.) | |
| To leave inner ear function | |
| unimpaired -- | |
| Yusuf, with a wicked grin, slowly TIPS Arthur's chair | |
| backwards as he falls, Arthur's body JERKS, EYES OPENING | |
| just before he HITS the floor. | |
| 103 INT. WORKSHOP - DAY 103 | |
| Arthur thinks, nodding slowly. | |
| YUSUF | |
| That way, however deep the sleep, | |
| the sleeper will still feel falling | |
| -- | |
| 104 INT. MAKESHIFT LAB - DAY 104 | |
| Yusuf gleefully LEANS a SLEEPING ARTHUR to one side. | |
| YUSUF (V.O.) | |
| 72. | |
| Or tipping -- | |
| Arthur goes down with a CRASH, JERKING AWAKE- | |
| 105 INT. WORKSHOP - DAY 105 | |
| Arthur thinks this through. | |
| ARTHUR | |
| Even that won't cut through three | |
| layers of deep sleep. | |
| COBB | |
| The trick is to devise a kick for | |
| each level, then synchronize them | |
| to get a snap that penetrates all | |
| three layers. | |
| Arthur looks at Cobb, getting it. | |
| ARTHUR | |
| We can use the musical countdown to | |
| synchronize the different kicks. | |
| 106 INT. WORKSHOP - NIGHT 106 | |
| Ariadne comes into the darkened main space. Cobb is lying | |
| on one of the chairs, asleep. Plugged into the mechanism. | |
| Ariadne stands over him. Watching. | |
| She opens the case, PULLS one of the tubes, sits, checking | |
| the dials as she injects the needle cap into her arm, and | |
| we -- | |
| CUT TO: | |
| 107 INT. CAGE STYLE ELEVATOR - DAY 107 | |
| Ariadne ascends. She looks at the buttons. Spots the "B." | |
| The elevator STOPS. She looks through the grill at -- | |
| 108 INT. YOUNG GIRL'S BEDROOM - DAY 108 | |
| Ariadne pulls back the grill and walks across the room, | |
| considering the dusty furnishings. At the window is a | |
| doll's house, front slightly ajar. Ariadne opens it. Inside | |
| is a SAFE. She tries it. LOCKED. A NOISE STARTLES her, she | |
| turns, looking through a doorway into another room. | |
| 73. | |
| 109 INT. LIVING ROOM - CONTINUOUS 109 | |
| Ariadne looks into the room to see Cobb and Mal talking, | |
| arguing. A private moment. Mal brushes at Cobb's hair, | |
| trying to convince him. We hear snatches of conversation. | |
| MAL | |
| You remember when you asked me to | |
| marry you? | |
| COBB | |
| Of course -- | |
| MAL | |
| You said you had a dream -- | |
| COBB | |
| That we'd grow old together. | |
| MAL | |
| And we can. You know how to find me | |
| -- you know what you have to do. | |
| Cobb is shaking his head, gently. Mal looks into Cobb's | |
| eyes, gentle, loving. Mal SPOTS Ariadne spying on them. | |
| FREEZES, staring, hostile. Cobb turns, sees Ariadne, moves | |
| towards her, leaving Mal. | |
| COBB | |
| You shouldn't be in here. | |
| Cobb guides her back into the elevator. | |
| ARIADNE | |
| I wanted to know what "tests" you | |
| need to do on your own every night. | |
| 110 INT. CAGE STYLE ELEVATOR - DAY 110 | |
| Cobb shuts the CAGE DOOR. Ariadne hits a button. The | |
| elevator RISES. Through the GRILL Ariadne can see a BEACH | |
| stretching off into the distance. The elevator stops. Mal | |
| sits on the sand. Beside her, the two children are | |
| crouched, away from us, building a SANDCASTLE. | |
| ARIADNE | |
| Why do you do this to yourself? | |
| COBB | |
| This is the only way I can still | |
| dream. | |
| 74. | |
| ARIADNE | |
| Is it so important to dream? | |
| Cobb stares at his family. | |
| COBB | |
| In my dreams -- we're still | |
| together. | |
| The kids, WITHOUT TURNING AROUND, jump up and RUN AWAY. | |
| 111 INT. CAGE STYLE ELEVATOR - CONTINUOUS 111 | |
| The elevator descends. | |
| ARIADNE | |
| But these aren't just dreams, are | |
| they? They're memories. You said | |
| never to use memories. | |
| COBB | |
| And I shouldn't. | |
| ARIADNE | |
| You're keeping her alive. | |
| COBB | |
| No. | |
| ARIADNE | |
| You can't let her go. | |
| COBB | |
| No. These are moments I regret. | |
| Moments I turned into dreams so I | |
| could change them. | |
| Ariadne's fingers move across the buttons, stop at the "B." | |
| ARIADNE | |
| What've you got buried down there | |
| that you regret? | |
| Cobb pushes her hand away. Hits the third floor button. | |
| COBB | |
| There's only one thing I need you | |
| to understand about me -- | |
| 112 INT. KITCHEN - COBB AND MAL'S HOUSE - MOMENTS LATER 112 | |
| 75. | |
| Ariadne follows Cobb into the kitchen. A THIN MAN is there, | |
| standing by the table. He holds a FOLDED PIECE OF PAPER. | |
| ARIADNE | |
| This is your house? | |
| COBB | |
| Mine and Mal's. | |
| ARIADNE | |
| Where is she? | |
| COBB | |
| She'd already died. | |
| The Thin Man offers Cobb the piece of paper. A CHILD'S | |
| SHOUT, Cobb TURNS. Ariadne follows his gaze to the garden. | |
| A small blonde boy faces away from them, crouched on his | |
| haunches to look at something on the ground. | |
| COBB | |
| It's James. My boy. He's found | |
| something. Maybe a worm. | |
| A slightly older girl RUNS into view. | |
| COBB | |
| And there's Philippa. | |
| She crouches beside the boy. Their FACES ARE AWAY FROM US. | |
| They point and discuss whatever is on the ground. | |
| COBB | |
| I thought about calling out, so | |
| they'd turn and smile those | |
| incredible smiles -- but I'm out of | |
| time -- | |
| The Thin Man thrusts the paper into Cobb's hand. | |
| THIN MAN | |
| Right now. Or never, Cobb. | |
| Cobb nods, turns from the window. | |
| COBB | |
| Then I panic that I'll always wish | |
| I'd seen them turn, that I can't | |
| waste this chance -- | |
| Cobb TURNS BACK to call out, but the children RACE OFF. | |
| 76. | |
| COBB | |
| But the moment's passed. And | |
| whatever I do, the dream's always | |
| the same -- When I'm about to call | |
| -- they run. | |
| Cobb watches them run off, calling for grandma, FACES | |
| UNSEEN. | |
| COBB | |
| If I'm going to see their faces | |
| again -- I've got to get back here | |
| in the real world -- | |
| Behind him, Ariadne SLAMS the grill shut. Cobb TURNS. | |
| 113 INT. CAGE STYLE ELEVATOR - CONTINUOUS 113 | |
| Ariadne hits the BASEMENT button. The elevator starts to | |
| DESCEND. ariadne STARES, fascinated as glimpses of floors | |
| slip past: Mal's childhood bedroom, a thundering wall of | |
| freight train. The elevator STOPS. Through the grill | |
| Ariadne sees a HOTEL SUITE. She pulls open the grill, steps | |
| cautiously out into -- | |
| 114 INT. ELEGANT HOTEL SUITE - CONTINUOUS - NOW NIGHT 114 | |
| DISHEVELED bedclothes, UPENDED room service table, | |
| STRAWBERRIES across the floor. A STRUGGLE. Ariadne steps | |
| forwards- SMASH- she looks down to see that she has kicked | |
| over a CHAMPAGNE FLUTE. Ariadne feels a draught. The | |
| CURTAIN BILLOWS. | |
| MAL (O.S.) | |
| What are you doing here? | |
| Ariadne TURNS. Mal is there. | |
| ARIADNE | |
| My name is -- | |
| MAL | |
| I know who you are. What are you | |
| doing here? | |
| ARIADNE | |
| I don't know. Trying to understand. | |
| MAL | |
| 77. | |
| How could you understand? Do you | |
| know what it is to be a lover? To | |
| be half of a whole? | |
| ARIADNE | |
| No. | |
| Mal moves slowly towards Ariadne. | |
| MAL | |
| I'll tell you a riddle. You're | |
| waiting for a train. A train that | |
| will take you far away. You know | |
| where you hope this train will take | |
| you, but you don't know for sure. | |
| Mal glides around Ariadne, looking her over. | |
| MAL | |
| But -- it doesn't matter. How can | |
| it not matter to you where that | |
| train will take you? | |
| COBB (O.S.) | |
| Because you'll be together. | |
| Cobb is standing in the elevator. Mal nods. Looks at him. | |
| MAL | |
| How could you bring her here, Dom? | |
| ARIADNE | |
| What is this place? | |
| COBB | |
| A hotel. We spent our anniversaries | |
| in this suite. | |
| ARIADNE | |
| What happened here? | |
| Mal picks up the BROKEN STEM of a champagne flute. | |
| 115 INT. CAGE STYLE ELEVATOR - CONTINUOUS 115 | |
| Cobb PULLS Ariadne into the elevator. Mal THROWS herself | |
| towards Ariadne. Cobb SLAMS the GRILL. Mal SMASHES against | |
| it AGAIN and AGAIN like a WILD ANIMAL. Ariadne FLINCHES. | |
| MAL | |
| you PROMISED! YOU SAID WE'D BE | |
| TOGETHER!- | |
| 78. | |
| COBB | |
| We can. We will. But I need you to | |
| stay here for now -- | |
| MAL | |
| YOU SAID WE'D GROW OLD TOGETHER! | |
| Cobb pushes a button and the elevator starts to rise. | |
| COBB | |
| I'll come back. I need you to stay | |
| here on your own for now. Just | |
| while I do this job. Then we can be | |
| together -- | |
| MAL | |
| WE'LL BE TOGETHER -- YOU PROMISED! | |
| Mal THROWS herself against the grill, and we -- | |
| CUT TO: | |
| 116 INT. WORKSHOP - NIGHT 116 | |
| Ariadne watches Cobb sleeping. His eyes gradually flicker | |
| open. He sees her watching him. | |
| ARIADNE | |
| You think you can just build a | |
| prison of memories to lock her in? | |
| You think that's going to contain | |
| her? | |
| The LIGHTS COME ON: Saito and Arthur stand in the doorway. | |
| SAITO | |
| Maurice Fischer just died in | |
| Sydney. | |
| COBB | |
| When's the funeral? | |
| SAITO | |
| Thursday. In Los Angeles. | |
| COBB | |
| Robert'll accompany the body | |
| Tuesday at the outside. We have to | |
| move. | |
| Cobb gets up. Ariadne comes over to him. | |
| 79. | |
| ARIADNE | |
| (low) | |
| I'm coming with you. | |
| COBB | |
| No. I promised Miles. | |
| ARIADNE | |
| The team needs someone in there who | |
| understands what you're struggling | |
| with. If you don't want it to be me | |
| then you need to show Arthur what I | |
| just saw. | |
| Cobb looks at Ariadne. Turns to Saito. | |
| COBB | |
| We need one more seat on the plane. | |
| 117 INT. DEPARTURE GATE - SYDNEY - DAY 117 | |
| Saito stands looking out the window at a 747. Cobb arrives | |
| beside him. They watch a COFFIN being loaded. | |
| COBB | |
| If I get on this plane and you | |
| haven't taken care of things -- | |
| when we land I go to jail for the | |
| rest of my life. | |
| SAITO | |
| Complete the job en route, I make | |
| one phone call from the plane -- | |
| you will have no trouble clearing | |
| immigration. | |
| 118 INT. FIRST CLASS CABIN - 747 - CONTINUOUS 118 | |
| The luxurious cabin has only ten seats. Cobb finds his- | |
| sees Ariadne in the seat behind his. They do not | |
| acknowledge each other. Behind her is Arthur, looking out | |
| the window. Eames enters, STUFFS his bag into the overhead | |
| bin, BLOCKING the passenger behind: ROBERT FISCHER, | |
| standing there, patient, bag in hand, wearing black. | |
| EAMES | |
| Oh, sorry. | |
| 80. | |
| Eames SQUEEZES up against his seat to let Fischer BRUSH | |
| PAST. Fischer moves to his seat, directly in front of Cobb. | |
| Eames TOSSES Cobb a PASSPORT. Cobb flips it open: | |
| Fischer's. Pockets it. Yusuf and Saito enter, take their | |
| seats. | |
| 119 EXT. RUNWAY - MOMENTS LATER 119 | |
| The 747 HURTLES down the runway. | |
| 120 INT. FIRST CLASS CABIN - 747 - MOMENTS LATER 120 | |
| Cobb looks down at his hand: a TINY VIAL taped to the | |
| center of his palm. He removes the cap. The seatbelt sign | |
| goes dark. Cobb unbuckles, stands. | |
| COBB | |
| Excuse me? | |
| Fischer looks up. | |
| FISCHER | |
| Yes? | |
| COBB | |
| I think this is yours -- | |
| Cobb holds up the open passport, comparing the picture to | |
| Fischer. Fischer's hand goes to his pocket. Cobb hands | |
| Fischer the passport. | |
| FLIGHT ATTENDANT | |
| Would you gentlemen care for a | |
| drink? | |
| FISCHER | |
| Water. | |
| COBB | |
| Same. | |
| Fischer gives Cobb a thin smile. Holds up his passport. | |
| FISCHER | |
| Well, thank you. | |
| COBB | |
| No problem. Look, I couldn't help | |
| noticing your name. You're not | |
| related to Maurice Fischer? | |
| 81. | |
| Fischer takes a beat. But Cobb seems harmless. | |
| FISCHER | |
| Actually, he was my father. | |
| COBB | |
| I'm very sorry for your loss. He | |
| was an inspiring figure. | |
| The Flight Attendant brings their drinks. Cobb takes them. | |
| COBB | |
| Thanks. | |
| As he turns to Fischer he LOWERS his right hand, a CLEAR | |
| LIQUID DROPS into Fischer's water as Cobb hands it to him. | |
| COBB | |
| To Maurice Fischer. | |
| (they drink) | |
| I'll leave you in peace. | |
| Fischer grants him a smile. | |
| 121 EXT. 747 - LATER 121 | |
| The great plane SOARS through a burning cloudscape. | |
| 122 INT. FIRST CLASS CABIN - 747 - MOMENTS LATER 122 | |
| Cobb reaches into the overhead for a blanket, lets it fall | |
| onto Fischer's head. Fischer doesn't flinch. ASLEEP. Cobb | |
| SIGNALS the others. The First Flight Attendant unlocks a | |
| CUPBOARD in the galley, then leaves, closing the curtain. | |
| Arthur moves into the galley and pulls out a MECHANISM | |
| CASE. | |
| Cobb and Arthur open the mechanism, uncoil the tubes, feed | |
| them around the window side of each of the seats. Arthur | |
| rolls up Fischer's cuff, PUSHES the needle cap into | |
| Fischer's wrist. Arthur pulls Fischer's cuff down and hides | |
| the tubes behind the armrest of Fischer's seat. | |
| Arthur runs the next tube to Ariadne. Cobb puts the case on | |
| Yusuf's lap. Yusuf checks the TIMERS, tapping the syringes. | |
| The others recline their seats. Yusuf HITS A BUTTON, closes | |
| the case, places it at his feet. He settles back, and we -- | |
| CUT TO: | |
| 82. | |
| 123 INT. SEDAN - DAY 123 | |
| Cobb DRIVES. Saito and Arthur are in the back. Rain BEATS | |
| down. Cobb pulls over. | |
| 124 EXT. NEW YORK STREETS - CONTINUOUS 124 | |
| Yusuf stands on the corner, silver briefcase in hand, | |
| collar turned up against the rain. He reaches for the door. | |
| 125 INT. SEDAN - CONTINUOUS 125 | |
| Yusuf clambers into the back, brushing rain from his face. | |
| ARTHUR | |
| (indicates rain) | |
| Couldn't you have peed before you | |
| went under? | |
| YUSUF | |
| Sorry. | |
| The front door OPENS and Eames climbs in, soaked. | |
| EAMES | |
| Bit too much free champagne before | |
| takeoff, Yusuf? | |
| YUSUF | |
| Ha bloody ha. | |
| COBB | |
| At least we know he'll be looking | |
| for a cab in this. | |
| 126 INT/EXT. SEDAN ON RAINY NEW YORK STREETS - CONTINUOUS 126 | |
| Cobb pulls out into the heavy traffic. He weaves around | |
| several cars before lining up behind a YELLOW CAB. | |
| COBB | |
| Brace yourselves. | |
| Cobb hits the gas, REAR ENDS the cab with a CRUNCH. The | |
| CABDRIVER gets out, fuming. Heads to Cobb's window. | |
| CABDRIVER | |
| Hey, asshole! Why don't you try | |
| driving without your thumb up -- | |
| 83. | |
| He sees the SILENCED PISTOL Cobb is holding at his belly. | |
| COBB | |
| Walk away. | |
| The Cabdriver backs off. Arthur climbs into the cab. Both | |
| cars pull away. | |
| 127 INT/EXT. CAB ON RAINY NEW YORK STREETS - CONTINUOUS 127 | |
| Arthur SLOWS in front of the TRAIN STATION, peering at the | |
| pedes pedestrians. He SPOTS Fischer, lights the cab's sign. | |
| Fischer FLAGS him down. Fischer JUMPS into the back, | |
| brushing rain from his shoulders. | |
| FISCHER | |
| Third and Market. Snappy. | |
| Eames JUMPS in from the other side. | |
| FISCHER | |
| What're you doing? | |
| EAMES | |
| Sorry, I thought it was free. Maybe | |
| we could share. | |
| FISCHER | |
| Maybe not. | |
| Saito gets into the front passenger seat. Pointing a gun. | |
| FISCHER | |
| Great. | |
| Arthur pulls away. Fischer pulls out his wallet and tosses | |
| it at Eames. | |
| FISCHER | |
| (contemptuous) | |
| There's 500 dollars in there. And | |
| the wallet's worth more than that. | |
| For that you ought to at least drop | |
| me at my stop. | |
| Eames smiles at this. | |
| EAMES | |
| I'm afraid -- | |
| A SHOT SHATTERS the window by Eames's head, another SHOT | |
| IMPACTS by Saito. | |
| 84. | |
| EAMES | |
| Get us out of here! | |
| Arthur hits the gas, but a BLACK S.U.V. SKIDS sideways in | |
| front, BLOCKING the path. | |
| A BLOCK BEHIND. Cobb is at a light. ARIADNE is getting in | |
| the front. Cobb has HEARD the GUNFIRE. | |
| COBB | |
| Come on! | |
| Cobb looks ahead to the AMBUSH, hits the gas, the sedan | |
| ROCKETS forwards but BAM. | |
| A FREIGHT TRAIN CLIPS THE FRONT OF THE SEDAN, SHOVING IT | |
| SIDEWAYS AS AN ENDLESS TRAIN BARRELS PAST, A WALL BETWEEN | |
| COBB AND THE AMBUSH. | |
| A SECOND S.U.V. is behind the cab, PLAIN CLOTHES SECURITY | |
| MEN advance through the traffic, weapons trained on the | |
| cab. | |
| Bullets RIP into the cab as Eames throws himself on top of | |
| Fischer, PULLING a SACK over his head. | |
| Inside the sedan, Ariadne watches the train passing. | |
| ARIADNE | |
| This wasn't in the design -- | |
| Cobb BACKS UP, SPINS around, heading for the tail of the | |
| train. | |
| A Security Man emerges from the front S.U.V. carrying an | |
| AUTOMATIC RIFLE, he steps towards the cab through the rain, | |
| raises his weapon and BLASTS THE CAB'S WINDSCREEN. | |
| Cobb clears the end of the train, and SKIDS across the | |
| tracks. | |
| Arthur CROUCHES down, PUSHES the accelerator with his HAND- | |
| YANKS the wheel, FLYING BLIND. The cab NAILS the Security | |
| Man, CRUNCHING into the front S.U.V. | |
| Cobb SMASHES his car into the rear S.U.V., creating a GAP. | |
| Arthur YANKS the transmission and REVERSES, SCRAPING | |
| through the gap. Security Men DIVE out of the way. Arthur | |
| throws a ragged J-turn to head down a SIDE STREET- Cobb | |
| follows in the other car. Rain whips across Arthur's face | |
| as he BREATHES. | |
| 85. | |
| ARTHUR | |
| Everybody okay? Saito? | |
| Arthur looks at Saito. Saito's hand is at his belly. | |
| Covered in BLOOD. | |
| 128 EXT. WAREHOUSE - MOMENTS LATER 128 | |
| The sedan and cab pull into the side entrance. Eames jumps | |
| out. PULLS the shutter down behind them. | |
| 129 INT. WAREHOUSE - CONTINUOUS 129 | |
| Yusuf and Eames PULL Fischer from the cab, HUSTLING him | |
| through a doorway. Cobb JUMPS out of the sedan, furious. | |
| COBB | |
| Arthur! Arthur what the -- | |
| Arthur pulls the bloody Saito from the front seat. | |
| COBB | |
| Oh, Christ. Is he dying? | |
| ARTHUR | |
| I don't know. What happened back | |
| there? Where were you? | |
| COBB | |
| We were blocked by a freight train. | |
| ARTHUR | |
| (to Ariadne) | |
| Why would you put a train crossing | |
| in a downtown intersection? | |
| ARIADNE | |
| I didn't. | |
| COBB | |
| (snaps) | |
| Why were we all ambushed, Arthur?! | |
| Those weren't regular projections, | |
| they'd been trained! | |
| ARIADNE | |
| How could they be trained? | |
| ARTHUR | |
| 86. | |
| Fischer's had an extractor teach | |
| his mind to defend itself. His | |
| subconscious is militarized. It | |
| should've shown on the research -- | |
| COBB | |
| So why the hell didn't it?! | |
| ARTHUR | |
| Calm down. | |
| COBB | |
| Don't tell me to calm down, you | |
| were meant to check Fischer's | |
| background thoroughly. You can't | |
| make this kind of mistake, we're | |
| not prepared for this kind of | |
| violence -- | |
| ARTHUR | |
| Cobb, we've dealt with sub-security | |
| before. We just have to be more -- | |
| COBB | |
| This wasn't part of the plan, | |
| Arthur! | |
| (points at Saito) | |
| He's dying! | |
| EAMES | |
| So we put him out of his misery. | |
| Eames steps into the room, pulls his gun and moves over | |
| Saito. | |
| COBB | |
| No. | |
| EAMES | |
| He's in agony. Let's wake him up -- | |
| Cobb GRABS Eames's arm. | |
| COBB | |
| No! | |
| (they lock eyes) | |
| It won't wake him up. | |
| EAMES | |
| What do you mean, it won't wake | |
| him? When you die in a dream you | |
| wake up. | |
| 87. | |
| YUSUF | |
| Not from this. We're too heavily | |
| sedated to wake up that way. | |
| Eames looks at Yusuf, then to Cobb. | |
| EAMES | |
| So what happens if one of us dies? | |
| COBB | |
| That person doesn't wake up. Their | |
| mind drops into Limbo. | |
| ARIADNE | |
| Limbo? | |
| ARTHUR | |
| Unconstructed dream space. | |
| ARIADNE | |
| What's down there? | |
| ARTHUR | |
| Raw, infinite subconscious. Nothing | |
| there but what was left behind by | |
| anyone on the team who's been | |
| trapped there before. On this team | |
| -- just Cobb. | |
| ARIADNE | |
| How long would we be stuck there? | |
| YUSUF | |
| You couldn't even think about | |
| trying to escape until the sedation | |
| eases --- | |
| EAMES | |
| How long? | |
| YUSUF | |
| Decades, it could be infinite -- I | |
| don't know! Ask him, he's the one | |
| who's been there before! | |
| Eames moves to Cobb. Looks him in the eye. | |
| EAMES | |
| Great. So now we're stuck in | |
| Fischer's mind battling it out with | |
| his private army, and if we get hit | |
| we're stuck in Limbo 'til our | |
| brains dissolve into scrambled egg? | |
| 88. | |
| Cobb says nothing. Saito groans more loudly. | |
| ARTHUR | |
| Let's just get him upstairs. | |
| 130 INT. OFFICE - WAREHOUSE - MOMENTS LATER 130 | |
| Saito is laid out on an old desk. Arthur examines him. He | |
| motions to Ariadne. Eames watches Cobb. | |
| ARTHUR | |
| Hold this. Firm pressure. | |
| Arthur turns to Cobb. | |
| ARTHUR | |
| You knew the risks and you didn't | |
| tell us. | |
| COBB | |
| There wasn't meant to be any risk. | |
| We weren't supposed to be dealing | |
| with a load of gunnre. | |
| ARTHUR | |
| You had no right. | |
| COBB | |
| It's the only way you can go three | |
| layers deep, Arthur. | |
| Arthur turns to Yusuf, hostile. | |
| ARTHUR | |
| And you. You went along with this? | |
| YUSUF | |
| I trusted him. | |
| ARTHUR | |
| You trusted him? When? When he | |
| promised you half his share? | |
| YUSUF | |
| (offended) | |
| No! His whole share. Plus, he told | |
| me he'd done it before. | |
| Arthur turns to Cobb. | |
| ARTHUR | |
| 89. | |
| Oh, yeah? With Mal? That worked out | |
| great, didn't it, Cobb? | |
| Cobb grabs Arthur. | |
| COBB | |
| You don't know anything about that. | |
| This was the only way to do this | |
| job, Arthur. I did what I had to do | |
| to get back to my children. | |
| EAMES | |
| So you led us into a war zone with | |
| no way out. | |
| COBB | |
| We have a way out. The kick. We | |
| just have to push on, do the job as | |
| fast as possible and get out using | |
| the kick. | |
| EAMES | |
| Forget it. We go any deeper, we | |
| just raise the stakes. I'm sitting | |
| it out on this level. | |
| COBB | |
| You'll never make it, Eames. | |
| Fischer's security is surrounding | |
| this place as we speak. The ten | |
| hours of the flight is a week at | |
| this level, you'll never make it | |
| without getting killed. Downwards | |
| is the only way forwards. We have | |
| to carry on. | |
| Saito groans. Cobb looks at him. | |
| COBB | |
| And we have to do it fast. | |
| Eames and Arthur weigh this. | |
| COBB | |
| Eames, go get ready. Arthur, let's | |
| get in there and soften him up. | |
| 131 INT. BATHROOM - WAREHOUSE - LATER 131 | |
| Cobb and Arthur, wearing BALACLAVAS, PULL the sack from | |
| Fischer's head. He is chained to the radiator. | |
| 90. | |
| FISCHER | |
| I'm insured against kidnapping up | |
| to ten million, this'll be simple. | |
| COBB | |
| No, it won't. | |
| Fischer looks at Cobb, unnerved. | |
| ARTHUR | |
| In. your lather's office, below the | |
| bookshelves, is his personal safe. | |
| We need the combination. | |
| FISCHER | |
| I never noticed a safe. | |
| COBB | |
| Doesn't mean you don't know the | |
| combination. | |
| FISCHER | |
| Well, I don't. | |
| ARTHUR | |
| We have it on good authority that | |
| you do. | |
| FISCHER | |
| Whose? | |
| 132 INT. OFFICE - WAREHOUSE - CONTINUOUS 132 | |
| Yusuf looks through Fischer's wallet. Eames is opening a | |
| HINGED, THREE-WING MIRROR. | |
| YUSUF | |
| Five hundred dollars, this cost? | |
| EAMES | |
| What's inside? | |
| YUSUF | |
| Cash, cards, ID and this. | |
| Yusuf holds up a SNAPSHOT: the photo from Maurice Fischer's | |
| office. YOUNG ROBERT holds his HOMEMADE PINWHEEL, his | |
| FATHER blows on it. Eames takes it from Yusuf. STUDIES it. | |
| Cobb enters. Eames hands him the snapshot. | |
| EAMES | |
| Useful? | |
| 91. | |
| Cobb studies the snapshot. Eames examines himself in the | |
| hinged mirror from multiple angles: ONE BY ONE the myriad | |
| Eames reflections BECOME BROWNINGS. Cobb pockets the photo. | |
| COBB | |
| You're on. You've got an hour. | |
| EAMES | |
| An hour? I was supposed to have all | |
| night to crack him. | |
| COBB | |
| And Saito was supposed to keep his | |
| guts on the inside. You've got an | |
| hour, get something we can use. | |
| Eames turns from the mirror AS BROWNING. He glances at his | |
| watch, then SCREAMS, as if begging for mercy. | |
| 133 INT. BATHROOM - WAREHOUSE - CONTINUOUS 133 | |
| Browning's CRY reverberates, Fischer looks up, concerned. | |
| FISCHER | |
| What's that? | |
| ARTHUR | |
| Good authority. | |
| Another cry rings out. Fischer recognizes the voice. | |
| FISCHER | |
| Uncle Peter?! Make them stop. | |
| ARTHUR | |
| The combination. | |
| FISCHER | |
| I don't know it! | |
| ARTHUR | |
| Why would Browning tell us you did? | |
| FISCHER | |
| Let me talk to him -- I'll find | |
| out. | |
| 134 INT. BATHROOM - WAREHOUSE - MOMENTS LATER 134 | |
| 92. | |
| Cobb pushes Browning (Eames), bloody and bruised, into the | |
| room and forces him down next to Fischer. Cobb handcuffs | |
| Browning's wrist to a metal bracket on the side of the | |
| sink. | |
| COBB | |
| You've got an hour. Get talking. | |
| Cobb leaves. | |
| BROWNING (EAMES) | |
| They've had me for two days. | |
| They've got someone with access to | |
| your father's office and they're | |
| trying to open his safe, they | |
| thought I'd know the combination, | |
| but I don't -- | |
| FISCHER | |
| Neither do I, Uncle Peter. | |
| BROWNING | |
| (confused) | |
| Maurice told me that after he | |
| passed only you would be able to | |
| open it. | |
| FISCHER | |
| He never gave me the combination. | |
| Browning thinks for a minute. Realizes something. | |
| BROWNING | |
| He did, he just didn't tell you | |
| that it was a combination. | |
| FISCHER | |
| What, then? | |
| BROWNING | |
| Something only you would know. Some | |
| meaningful combination of numbers | |
| from your experiences with Maurice | |
| -- | |
| FISCHER | |
| We didn't have a lot of meaningful | |
| experiences together. | |
| BROWNING | |
| Perhaps after your mother died -- | |
| FISCHER | |
| 93. | |
| After my mother died, I went to him | |
| in my grief. | |
| FISCHER | |
| You know what he told me? "There's | |
| really nothing to be said, Robert." | |
| BROWNING | |
| He always had a hard time with | |
| emotional -- | |
| FISCHER | |
| I was eleven, Uncle Peter. | |
| Browning (Eames) takes this in. | |
| BROWNING | |
| He loved you, Robert. In his way. | |
| FISCHER | |
| "In his way?" At the end he called | |
| me to his deathbed. He could barely | |
| speak, but he took the trouble to | |
| say one last thing to me. He pulled | |
| me close -- I could make out only | |
| one word. "Disappointed." | |
| Browning can say nothing. | |
| 135 INT. OFFICE - WAREHOUSE - CONTINUOUS 135 | |
| Cobb pulls off his balaclava. Looks down at Saito, who is | |
| breathing fast, shallow. | |
| COBB | |
| How's he doing? | |
| ARIADNE | |
| He's in a lot of pain. | |
| Cobb takes Saito's hand. Looks him in the eye. | |
| COBB | |
| When we get you down to the next | |
| level, the pain will be less | |
| intense. | |
| Saito nods, breathing hard. | |
| ARIADNE | |
| (low) | |
| And if he dies? | |
| 94. | |
| COBB | |
| His conscious mind will drop out of | |
| the dream. He'll be trapped in | |
| Limbo for a lifetime -- | |
| ARIADNE | |
| What will that do to him? | |
| Cobb looks at her. Grave. | |
| COBB | |
| When he wakes -- his mind could be | |
| completely gone. | |
| SAITO | |
| When -- when we wake I will still | |
| honor our arrangement -- | |
| Cobb looks down at Saito sadly. | |
| COBB | |
| Saito-san, when you wake you might | |
| not even remember that we had an | |
| arrangement. You'll have forgotten | |
| this world. Limbo will be your | |
| reality. Lost there so long, you'll | |
| have become an old man -- | |
| SAITO | |
| Filled with regret? | |
| COBB | |
| Waiting to die alone. Yes. | |
| SAITO | |
| Then I'll take the chance and come | |
| back. And we'll be young men | |
| together again. | |
| Saito smiles weakly. Cobb nods at him, turns to Ariadne. | |
| ARIADNE | |
| When were you trapped in Limbo? | |
| Cobb says nothing. Ariadne pulls him away from Saito. | |
| ARIADNE | |
| Cobb, you might have convinced the | |
| rest of this team to carry on with | |
| the job. But they don't know the | |
| truth. | |
| COBB | |
| 95. | |
| What truth? | |
| ARIADNE | |
| The truth that at any minute you | |
| might bring a freight train through | |
| the wall. The truth that Mal is | |
| bursting up through your | |
| subconscious. | |
| ARIADNE | |
| The truth that as we go deeper into | |
| Fischer, we're also going deeper | |
| into you and I'm not sure we're | |
| going to like what we find there. | |
| Cobb stares back at Ariadne. Saying nothing. | |
| ARIADNE | |
| This is not just about Fischer, | |
| it's about you. Tell me what | |
| happened to you and Mal. Trapped in | |
| Limbo. | |
| Cobb looks at her. Thinking it through. | |
| COBB | |
| We were on a job. Exploring dreams | |
| within dreams. But we didn't | |
| understand how your mind can turn | |
| hours into years. How you can get | |
| trapped. Trapped so deep that when | |
| you wash up on the shore of your | |
| subconscious -- | |
| INSERT CUT: MAL LIES ON THE SAND, STARING UP AT A CLOUDLESS | |
| SKY, WAVES WASHING OVER HER. | |
| COBB | |
| You can lose track of what's real. | |
| ARIADNE | |
| How long were you stuck? | |
| Cobb pauses before he answers. Looks at Ariadne. | |
| COBB | |
| Fifty years. | |
| Ariadne stares at him, incredulous. | |
| ARIADNE | |
| How did you stand it? | |
| 96. | |
| INSERT CUT: COBB AND MAL BUILD A SANDCASTLE ON THE BEACH. | |
| COBB | |
| We built. We created a whole world | |
| for ourselves. | |
| INSERT CUT: COBB AND MAL WALK THROUGH A DESERTED CITY. | |
| COBB | |
| It's not so bad at first, being | |
| gods. The problem is knowing that | |
| it's not real. It became impossible | |
| for me to live like that. | |
| ARIADNE | |
| But not for her? | |
| COBB | |
| She accepted it. At some point -- | |
| INSERT CUT: | |
| 136 INT. MAL'S CHILDHOOD HOME - DAY 136 | |
| Mal opens a DOLL'S HOUSE. Inside is a SAFE. She opens it, | |
| it is empty. She pulls out her SPINNING TOP. | |
| COBB (V.O.) | |
| -- she'd decided to forget that our | |
| world wasn't real. | |
| Mal places the top inside the safe. LOCKS IT AWAY. | |
| 137 INT. OFFICE - WAREHOUSE - CONTINUOUS 137 | |
| ARIADNE | |
| And when you finally woke up? | |
| COBB | |
| To wake from that. From decades | |
| lived. To be old souls thrown back | |
| into youth. It was hard. At first | |
| Mal seemed okay. But I started to | |
| realize something was wrong. | |
| Finally she admitted it. This idea | |
| she was possessed by. This simple | |
| little idea that changed everything | |
| -- | |
| ARIADNE | |
| What was it? | |
| 97. | |
| COBB | |
| That our world was not real. No | |
| matter what I did, no matter what I | |
| said, she was convinced that we | |
| were still in a dream. That we | |
| needed to wake up again -- | |
| 138 INT. COBB AND MAL'S KITCHEN - DAY - FLASHBACK 138 | |
| Cobb is trying to calm Mal, who is hysterical. | |
| COBB (V.O.) | |
| That to get home we'd have to kill | |
| ourselves. | |
| 139 INT. WORKSHOP - DAY 139 | |
| Ariadne looks at Cobb, appalled. | |
| ARIADNE | |
| What about your children? | |
| Cobb has to look away. | |
| COBB | |
| She -- she believed they weren't | |
| real. That our real children were | |
| waiting. Somewhere above -- | |
| 140 INT. COBB AND MAL'S KITCHEN - DAY - FLASHBACK 140 | |
| Mal shakes her head at Cobb as he USHERS the children out | |
| of the room, FACES UNSEEN. | |
| COBB | |
| Calm down, Mal. | |
| MAL | |
| They're projections, Dom. Your | |
| dreams. I'm their mother, don't you | |
| think I can tell the difference? | |
| Cobb closes the door, turns to her, eyes full of bitter | |
| tears. | |
| COBB | |
| If it's my dream then why can't I | |
| control it? Why can't I stop this? | |
| MAL | |
| 98. | |
| (it's obvious) | |
| You don't know you're dreaming. | |
| COBB | |
| You keep telling me I am -- | |
| MAL | |
| And you don't believe me! | |
| COBB (V.O.) | |
| She was certain. But she loved me | |
| too much to go without me. So she | |
| made a plan -- | |
| 141 INT. ELEGANT HOTEL CORRIDOR - NIGHT - FLASHBACK 141 | |
| Cobb walks along, checking door numbers against a key. | |
| COBB (V.O.) | |
| For our anniversary -- | |
| 142 INT. ELEGANT HOTEL SUITE - CONTINUOUS - FLASHBACK 142 | |
| Cobb enters the lavish suite. He notices the DISHEVELED | |
| BEDCLOTHES. | |
| He steps forwards. SMASH, he has tipped over a champagne | |
| glass with his foot, dinner for two is SPREAD ACROSS THE | |
| FLOOR. | |
| He looks at the DEBRIS, confused, next to the broken glass | |
| is a SPINNING TOP. He picks it up, studying it, thinking. | |
| He feels a draught, looks to the window. The CURTAIN | |
| BILLOWS. | |
| 143 EXT. EXTERIOR ATRIUM - CONTINUOUS - FLASHBACK 143 | |
| Cobb looks out the window: Mal sits on the ledge of the | |
| opposite window. HAIR BLOWING. Feet dangling over the | |
| dizzyingly high atrium. She smiles. | |
| MAL | |
| Join me. | |
| COBB | |
| Mal, come back inside. | |
| MAL | |
| No. I'm going to jump. And you're | |
| coming with me. | |
| 99. | |
| COBB | |
| No, I'm not. This is real, if you | |
| jump, you're not going to wake up, | |
| you're going to die. Let's go back | |
| inside and talk about this, please. | |
| MAL | |
| We've talked enough. | |
| She KICKS off a shoe and watches it DROP. | |
| MAL | |
| Come out onto the ledge or I'll | |
| jump right now. | |
| She means it. Cobb swings his legs out, sitting on the | |
| ledge opposite is wife. He looks down at the drop. | |
| MAL | |
| I'm asking you to take a leap of | |
| faith. | |
| COBB | |
| I can't do that, Mal. I can't leave | |
| our children. | |
| MAL | |
| If I go without you, they'll take | |
| them away, anyway. | |
| COBB | |
| What do you mean? | |
| MAL | |
| I filed a letter with our attorney. | |
| Explaining how I'm fearful for my | |
| safety, how you've threatened to | |
| kill me -- | |
| Cobb looks back at the wrecked hotel suite, PANICKING. | |
| MAL | |
| I love you, Dom. I've freed you | |
| from the guilt of choosing to leave | |
| them. We're going home to our real | |
| children. | |
| COBB | |
| Out children are here, Mal. | |
| Mal CLOSES HER EYES. Cobb looks for some way to reach her. | |
| MAL | |
| 100. | |
| You're waiting for a train -- | |
| COBB | |
| NO! MAL, NO, I CAN'T! | |
| MAL | |
| A train that will take you far away | |
| -- | |
| COBB | |
| DON'T DO THIS! | |
| MAL | |
| You know where you hope this train | |
| will take you, you can't know for | |
| sure -- | |
| COBB | |
| DON'T! | |
| MAL | |
| But it doesn't matter -- | |
| COBB | |
| NO! | |
| MAL | |
| Because you'll be together -- | |
| Mal SLIPS FORWARD INTO SPACE. Cobb SCREAMS after her. Then | |
| tries to bury his face in the wall. | |
| 144 INT. OFFICE - WAREHOUSE - DAY 144 | |
| Cobb stares as he remembers. | |
| COBB | |
| He letter to the authorities | |
| refuted all the claims about her | |
| sanity that she knew I'd make. | |
| 145 INT. COBB AND MAL'S KITCHEN - DAY - FLASHBACK 145 | |
| Cobb stands with the Thin Man, who has a piece of paper. | |
| COBB (V.O.) | |
| She'd had herself declared sane by | |
| three different psychiatrists. | |
| Cobb hears a SHOUT, turns to the garden. James CROUCHES, | |
| Philippa joins him, examining the ground, FACES UNSEEN. | |
| 101. | |
| COBB (V.O.) | |
| It was impossible for me to explain | |
| the nature of her madness -- | |
| The Thin Man thrusts the paper into Cobb's hand. | |
| THIN MAN | |
| Right now. Or never, Cobb. | |
| Cobb turns back to the window, about to call out. James and | |
| Philippa RUN OFF. Cobb turns from the window. Looks at the | |
| paper in his hand. It is an AIRPLANE TICKET. | |
| COBB (V.O.) | |
| So I ran. And I've been running | |
| ever since, trying to buy my way | |
| back to my family -- | |
| 146 INT. OFFICE - WAREHOUSE - DAY 146 | |
| Cobb looks across at Ariadne. | |
| ARIADNE | |
| Psychiatrists judged her sane? | |
| COBB | |
| She was sane. She was just lost in | |
| the labyrinth. | |
| ARIADNE | |
| Then why should you blame yourself? | |
| COBB | |
| Because we were a family. And we | |
| had a life I would do anything to | |
| get back to now. But that reality | |
| wasn't enough for me then. | |
| ARIADNE | |
| It might have been your idea to | |
| push the limits, Cobb. But you're | |
| not responsible for the idea that | |
| destroyed her. The idea that her | |
| world wasn't real -- that was her | |
| own idea from her own mind. | |
| Cobb says nothing. | |
| ARIADNE | |
| 102. | |
| Your guilt defines her. Powers her. | |
| If we're going to succeed in this, | |
| you're going to have to forgive | |
| yourself, and you're going to have | |
| to confront her. But you don't have | |
| to do it alone. | |
| COBB | |
| You don't have to do this for me -- | |
| ARIADNE | |
| I'm doing it for the others. They | |
| don't know the risk they've taken | |
| coming in here with you. | |
| Cobb looks at the rooftop opposite, sees a SNIPER take up a | |
| position. Cobb shakes his head, frustrated. | |
| COBB | |
| We can't stay here. Arthur?! | |
| 147 INT. BATHROOM - WAREHOUSE - CONTINUOUS 147 | |
| Browning puts his hand on Fischer's shoulder. | |
| BROWNING | |
| These people are going to kill us | |
| if we don't give them the | |
| combination. | |
| FISCHER | |
| They won't, they'll try to ransom | |
| us -- | |
| BROWNING | |
| I heard them, they're going to lock | |
| us in and run the can into the | |
| river. | |
| FISCHER | |
| What is in the safe? | |
| BROWNING | |
| Something for you. Maurice always | |
| said it was his most previous gift | |
| -- a will. | |
| FISCHER | |
| Maurice's will is with Port and | |
| Dunn. | |
| BROWNING | |
| 103. | |
| It's an alternate. It supersedes | |
| the other only if you want it to. | |
| FISCHER | |
| What does it say? | |
| BROWNING | |
| It splits all the component | |
| businesses of Fischer Morrow into | |
| individual companies, transferring | |
| ownership to the boards of those | |
| companies -- | |
| FISCHER | |
| Leaving me nothing? | |
| BROWNING | |
| A basic living. Nothing more. The | |
| entire empire would cease to exist. | |
| FISCHER | |
| Destroy my own inheritance? Why | |
| would he suggest such a thing? | |
| BROWNING | |
| I don't know, Robert. | |
| Cobb OPENS the door. Arthur is behind him. | |
| COBB | |
| Come to your senses? | |
| FISCHER | |
| Let us go. I don't know the | |
| combination. Not consciously. | |
| Cobb considers this. Opens his phone. Pulls out his gun. | |
| COBB | |
| Let's try instinctively. I have | |
| someone standing in your father's | |
| office ready to tap in a | |
| combination. | |
| He holds the phone to Fischer's mouth. | |
| COBB | |
| First six numbers that come into | |
| your head. Right now. | |
| FISCHER | |
| I have no idea -- | |
| 104. | |
| Cobb SWINGS the gun onto Browning. | |
| COBB | |
| RIGHT NOW! | |
| FISCHER | |
| Five, two, eight -- four, nine, | |
| one. | |
| Cobb lowers his weapon. Listens to the phone. Shakes his | |
| head. Shuts the phone. | |
| COBB | |
| You'll have to do better. Bag `em. | |
| Arthur puts SACKS over their heads. | |
| 148 INT. WAREHOUSE - CONTINUOUS 148 | |
| Cobb and Arthur drag Fischer and Browning to the van. | |
| FISCHER | |
| We're worth much more to you alive | |
| -- | |
| Arthur places Fischer on the back seat, uses a DROPPER to | |
| drop LIQUID onto Fischer's mask, his head SLUMPS FORWARDS. | |
| "Browning" yanks the sack from his head, it is now EAMES. | |
| EAMES | |
| (excited) | |
| His relationship with his father's | |
| much worse that we thought. | |
| ARTHUR | |
| That helps us? | |
| Arthur pulls a SNIPER RIFLE from a case by the van. | |
| COBB | |
| The stronger the issues, the more | |
| powerful the catharsis. | |
| Cobb motions for Yusuf to follow his upstairs. | |
| ARTHUR | |
| But how do you reconcile them if | |
| they're that estranged? | |
| EAMES | |
| I'm working on that. | |
| 105. | |
| Arthur lines up a shot through the window. | |
| ARTHUR | |
| Well, work fast, Fischer's | |
| projections are closing in quick, | |
| we need to break out of here before | |
| we're totally boxed in... | |
| Arthur SHOOTS two snipers. Cobb and Yusuf gently load Saito | |
| into the van. He groans. Ariadne straps him in, checks his | |
| bandages. Arthur can't get the last sniper, he's too hidden | |
| behind a wall. | |
| EAMES | |
| Shouldn't be afraid to dream a | |
| little bigger, Arthur -- | |
| Eames lines up a shot with a grenade launcher. Fires, the | |
| sniper EXPLODES into the air. Arthur looks at Eames. | |
| EAMES | |
| Shall we? | |
| They climb into the van. | |
| 149 INT/EXT. VAN ON RAINY STREETS - CONTINUOUS 149 | |
| The van pulls out into the rain-drenched streets. Arthur | |
| opens the mechanism case and hands out tubes. | |
| COBB | |
| Shifting Fischer's antipathy from | |
| his father onto Browning should | |
| work. | |
| EAMES | |
| We need the imagery, the words -- | |
| ARIADNE | |
| So you destroy his one positive | |
| relationship? | |
| COBB | |
| No. We repair his relationship with | |
| his father and expose his | |
| godfather's true nature. | |
| EAMES | |
| Hell, we should be charging Fischer | |
| as much as Saito. | |
| ARTHUR | |
| 106. | |
| What about his security? It's going | |
| to get worse as we go deeper. | |
| COBB | |
| We bring in Mr. Charles. | |
| ARTHUR | |
| No. | |
| EAMES | |
| Who's Mr. Charles? | |
| ARTHUR | |
| A bad idea. | |
| COBB | |
| Arthur, the second we approach | |
| Fischer in that hotel, they're | |
| gonna mow us down, we run with Mr. | |
| Charles like on the Stein job. | |
| EAMES | |
| So you've done it before? | |
| ARTHUR | |
| Sure. But it didn't work. The | |
| subject realized he was dreaming | |
| and his subconscious tore us to | |
| pieces. | |
| Eames takes this in. | |
| EAMES | |
| You learned a lot, though. Right? | |
| COBB | |
| (to Eames) | |
| I'll need a decoy. | |
| EAMES | |
| No problem. How about a pretty | |
| young lady I've used before? | |
| COBB | |
| Fine -- | |
| Cobb looks back: a second S.U.V. pulls out, tailing them. | |
| COBB | |
| (to Yusuf) | |
| 107. | |
| I know you've got to stay ahead of | |
| them, but drive with kid gloves, | |
| okay? The world down there is going | |
| to be very unstable -- | |
| ARTHUR | |
| And don't make the jump too soon | |
| that kick is our only way back, we | |
| have to be ready to catch it -- | |
| YUSUF | |
| I'll use the music to let you know | |
| when it's coming, but the rest is | |
| up to you. | |
| Arthur puts the mechanism onto the front seat. | |
| YUSUF | |
| Everyone ready? | |
| Nods all round. | |
| YUSUF | |
| Sweet dreams -- | |
| Yusuf hits a button and we -- | |
| CUT TO: | |
| 150 INT. HOTEL LOBBY BAR - SUNSET 150 | |
| Fischer nurses a drink. Staring at the ice cracking. | |
| BLONDE (O.S.) | |
| Am I boring you? | |
| Fischer looks up. A beautiful BLONDE is next to him. | |
| BLONDE | |
| I was telling you my story. I guess | |
| it wasn't to your liking. | |
| FISCHER | |
| I have a lot on my mind. | |
| Fischer looks around the bar. There are several STERN- | |
| LOOKING CHARACTERS paying him too much attention. | |
| 151 INT. HOTEL LOBBY - CONTINUOUS 151 | |
| 108. | |
| Arthur and Ariadne sit at a table across the lobby. They | |
| spot Cobb moving across the lobby towards Fischer. | |
| ARTHUR | |
| And there goes Mr. Charles. | |
| ARIADNE | |
| Who or what, exactly, is Mr. | |
| Charles? | |
| ARTHUR | |
| It's a gambit designed to turn | |
| Fischer against his own | |
| subconscious. | |
| 152 INT. HOTEL LOBBY BAR - CONTINUOUS 152 | |
| Cobb approaches the bar, watched closely by Fischer's Sub- | |
| security. | |
| COBB | |
| Mr. Fishcer! Good to see you again. | |
| Rod Green, Marketing. | |
| (to Blonde) | |
| And you must be -- | |
| BLONDE | |
| Leaving. | |
| She presses against Fischer as she slides off her stool and | |
| deposits a cocktail napkin in front of him. | |
| BLONDE | |
| In case you get bored. | |
| Cobb watches her walk away. The Sub-security FOLLOWS her. | |
| COBB | |
| I think you just got blown off -- | |
| unless her phone number really does | |
| have only six digits. | |
| Fischer glances at the napkin: "528-491." | |
| 153 INT. HOTEL LOBBY - CONTINUOUS 153 | |
| Arthur watches the Sub-security follow the Blonde. | |
| ARIADNE | |
| And why don't you approve? | |
| 109. | |
| ARTHUR | |
| Because it involves telling the | |
| mark that he's dreaming. Which | |
| involves attracting a lot of | |
| attention to us. | |
| ARIADNE | |
| Didn't Cobb say never to do that? | |
| ARTHUR | |
| You must've noticed by now how much | |
| time Cobb spends doing things he | |
| says never to do. | |
| 154 INT. HOTEL LOBBY BAR - CONTINUOUS 154 | |
| Cobb turns to Fischer. | |
| COBB | |
| Strange way to make friends. | |
| (off look) | |
| Lifting your wallet, I mean. | |
| Fischer pats his pocket. Empty. He looks to the lobby where | |
| he sees the Sub-security trailing the Blonde. | |
| FISCHER | |
| Goddamn it. The wallet alone's | |
| worth -- | |
| COBB | |
| Five hundred bucks. I know. Don't | |
| worry, my guys are on it. | |
| FISCHER | |
| Who did you say you were? | |
| Fischer looks at him, curious. Cobb plows on, confident. | |
| COBB | |
| I said I was Rod Green from | |
| Marketing, but I'm not. My name is | |
| Mr. Charles. I might seem familiar | |
| to you. I'm in charge of your | |
| security here. | |
| 155 INT. HOTEL LOBBY - CONTINUOUS 155 | |
| The Blonde hurries up to Saito, emerging from the elevator. | |
| BLONDE | |
| 110. | |
| Mr. Saito, can I have a minute? | |
| She pushes him back into the elevator, closing the door as | |
| the Sub-security approaches. | |
| 156 INT. ELEVATOR - CONTINUOUS 156 | |
| The Blonde fondles Saito's lapels, getting close. | |
| SAITO | |
| I'm sorry, but -- | |
| Saito glances over her shoulder to see, in the tunnel of | |
| infinite reflections created by the elevator's opposing | |
| mirrors, three reflections in, THE BLONDE IS EAMES. He | |
| winks. | |
| SAITO | |
| (pushing him away) | |
| Very amusing, Mr. Eames. | |
| EAMES | |
| You look a bit perkier. | |
| A SHUDDER ripples through the elevator. | |
| SAITO | |
| Turbulence on the plane. | |
| EAMES | |
| Feels closer. That's Yusuf's | |
| driving. | |
| And we -- | |
| CUT TO: | |
| 157 INT/EXT. VAN ON RAINY DOWNTOWN STREETS - DAY 157 | |
| Yusuf FIGHTS the wheel as the van CUTS DOWN AN ALLEY, | |
| BUMPING OVER POTHOLES and SMASHING TRASH CANS aside. | |
| THREE S.U.V.s IN FURIOUS PURSUIT. Yusuf looks in the rear | |
| view mirror, FRUSTRATED. He checks his WATCH, then checks | |
| the back: the SLEEPERS SHAKE with the impact and we -- | |
| CUT TO: | |
| 158 INT. HOTEL LOBBY BAR - NIGHT 158 | |
| 111. | |
| As a TREMOR echoes through the bar Fischer looks at Cobb | |
| trying to place him. | |
| FISCHER | |
| Security? You work for the hotel? | |
| COBB | |
| No. My specialty is subconscious | |
| security. | |
| FISCHER | |
| You're talking about dreams. You're | |
| talking about extraction. | |
| COBB | |
| Exactly. My job is to protect you - | |
| - | |
| Behind Fischer a WAITER puts down a tray, tipping a | |
| champagne glass over, SMASH. | |
| Cobb NOTICES. Pauses, looks across the bar, HIS TWO | |
| CHILDREN ARE CROUCHED, BACKS TOWARDS US. | |
| Cobb looks around the bar, the patrons start to STARE at | |
| Cobb, suspicious. Cobb shifts back to Fischer. | |
| COBB | |
| My job is to protect you from any | |
| attempt to access your mind through | |
| your dreams. | |
| Cobb regains his patter, the patrons lose interest. | |
| 159 INT. ELEVATOR - CONTINUOUS 159 | |
| Eames pulls out Fischer's wallet, moves to hand it to | |
| Saito, then PAUSES, opens it, leafs past the cast to find. | |
| The SNAPSHOT: young Robert holding his HOMEMADE PINWHEEL, | |
| his father blowing on it. The elevator doors open and Eames | |
| steps off. HANDS Saito the wallet. | |
| EAMES | |
| Get off at a different floor and | |
| keep moving. Dump the wallet, then | |
| meet me in the lobby. The security | |
| will try to track it down. We need | |
| to buy Cobb a little more time. | |
| The doors close. Saito puts the wallet in his pocket. He | |
| COUGHS, a deep, nasty cough. | |
| 112. | |
| 160 INT. HOTEL LOBBY BAR - CONTINUOUS 160 | |
| Cobb looks over Fischer's shoulder to see a SUITED MAN | |
| watching him. Another MAN is walking in from the lobby. | |
| COBB | |
| You're not safe here. | |
| Cobb steps away from the bar. Fischer does not move. | |
| COBB | |
| Trust me. They're coming for you. | |
| Fischer sizes him up, A CLAP OF THUNDER ECHOES, and we -- | |
| CUT TO: | |
| 161 INT/EXT. VAN ON RAINY DOWNTOWN STREETS - DAY 161 | |
| GUNSHOTS BLAST out the rear and side windows of the van, a | |
| Security Man is leaning out of the lead S.U.V. With a | |
| SHOTGUN, WIND AND RAIN RIP THROUGH THE VAN, in the back, | |
| ARTHUR'S SLEEPING FACE IS WHIPPED BY THE SPRAY, AND WE -- | |
| CUT TO: | |
| 162 INT. HOTEL LOBBY BAR - SUNSET 162 | |
| Fischer looks out the windows at sudden, HURRICANE LIKE | |
| RAIN. | |
| COBB | |
| Strange weather, huh? | |
| A TREMOR runs through the bar. Cobb looks around. | |
| COBB | |
| You feel that? | |
| 163 INT. HOTEL LOBBY - CONTINUOUS 163 | |
| Ariadne and Arthur watch the GUSTS OF WIND RATTLE the | |
| windows. Arthur sees HOTEL GUESTS staring out at the | |
| weather, PUZZLED. Several of them TURN TO LOOK DIRECTLY AT | |
| ARTHUR. | |
| ARIADNE | |
| What's happening? | |
| 113. | |
| ARTHUR | |
| Cobb's drawing Fischer's attention | |
| to the strangeness of the dream. | |
| That's making his subconscious look | |
| for the dreamer. For me. | |
| And we -- | |
| CUT TO: | |
| 164 INT/EXT. VAN ON RAINY STREETS - DAY 164 | |
| At the end of the alley, Yusuf THROWS the van into a HARD | |
| RIGHT TURN, we move into EXTREME SLOW MOTION. THE SLEEPERS | |
| IN THE BACK ARE DRAWN TO ONE SIDE OF THE VAN BY THE | |
| CENTRIFUGAL FORCE and we -- | |
| CUT TO: | |
| 165 INT. HOTEL LOBBY BAR - CONTINUOUS 165 | |
| The liquid in Fischer's drink RISES UP AGAINST ONE SIDE OF | |
| THE GLASS. Fischer notices, confused. | |
| COBB | |
| Very odd, the weather, the gravity | |
| -- | |
| Fischer looks around the bar, it's as if THE ENTIRE ROOM IS | |
| SET AT A 45-DEGREE ANGLE, glasses SLIDING off tables. | |
| COBB | |
| But I can explain all this. You've | |
| actually been trained for this. | |
| (Fischer nods) | |
| Think of the strangeness of the | |
| weather, the shifts in gravity. | |
| None of this is real -- | |
| COBB | |
| (beat) | |
| We're in a dream. | |
| Fischer looks at the room around them. Back to Cobb. All | |
| through the bar, patrons turn to look at Cobb IN UNISON. | |
| COBB | |
| The simplest test of what I'm | |
| saying is for you to try and | |
| remember anything about the way you | |
| arrived in this hotel -- okay? | |
| 114. | |
| Fischer stares at Cobb, trying to process this. All around | |
| them, people STARE at Cobb. Several get up as if to | |
| approach. | |
| COBB | |
| Breathe. Remember the training. | |
| Accept the fact that we're in a | |
| dream. That's why I'm here | |
| protecting you. | |
| As Fischer considers this we -- | |
| CUT TO: | |
| 166 INT/EXT. VAN ON RAINY STREETS - DAY 166 | |
| Yusuf STRAIGHTENS UP the van, RACING down the street, | |
| swerving through traffic and we -- | |
| CUT TO: | |
| 167 INT. HOTEL LOBBY BAR - EVENING 167 | |
| The building gradually EASES BACK INTO ALIGNMENT. | |
| FISCHER | |
| So you -- you're not real? | |
| The bar patrons start to ignore Cobb again. | |
| COBB | |
| No. I'm a projection of your | |
| subconscious. I was put in place to | |
| protect you in the event that | |
| extractors pulled you into a dream. | |
| I believe that's what has happened. | |
| Fischer takes this in. Then looks at the Security Men | |
| approaching across the crooked floor, he nods at Cobb. | |
| 168 INT. HOTEL LOBBY - EVENING 168 | |
| Cobb escorts Fischer across the lobby. As he does so, he | |
| walks past the two CHILDREN, backs to us, Cobb ignores | |
| them. The two Sub-security fall in behind. Cobb hurries | |
| Fischer up the stairs, then PUSHES him into. | |
| 169 INT. HOTEL LOBBY BATHROOM - CONTINUOUS 169 | |
| 115. | |
| Fischer stumbles in, turns to Cobb, angry. | |
| FISCHER | |
| Hey -- | |
| Cobb reaches into his jacket, the First Man BURSTS in. Cobb | |
| KICKS him to the ground. DRAWS his gun as the SECOND MAN | |
| comes through the door, moving towards Fischer. | |
| BLAM! Cobb BLASTS the Second Man in the back, TURNS and | |
| SHOOTS the First Man. | |
| FISCHER | |
| Jesus Christ! What are you doing?! | |
| Cobb turns to Fischer, calm. Convincing. | |
| COBB | |
| Look at the gun in his hand. | |
| Fischer looks: the Second Man was holding a pistol. Cobb | |
| opens the First Man's jacket to show Fischer his holster | |
| and sidearm. | |
| COBB | |
| These men were sent to abduct you. | |
| Cobb pulls out the gun and HANDS it to Fischer. | |
| COBB | |
| If I'm going to help you, I need | |
| you to be calm. | |
| Fischer remembers something. | |
| FISCHER | |
| If this is a dream, I have to kill | |
| myself and wake up -- | |
| Fischer raises the gun towards his head. | |
| COBB | |
| I wouldn't do that-they've probably | |
| got you sedated. If you pull that | |
| trigger, you might not wake up, you | |
| might drop into a lower dream | |
| state. | |
| COBB | |
| Mr. Fischer, you know all this, you | |
| just have to remember it -- | |
| Fischer lowers his gun. | |
| 116. | |
| 170 INT. HOTEL CORRIDOR - CONTINUOUS 170 | |
| Saito walks down the corridor, followed by a Security Man. | |
| Saito DUCKS around the corner, moves to a GARBAGE CHUTE and | |
| DROPS Fischer's WALLET into it. He SLIPS into the stairwell | |
| as the Security Man comes abreast of the chute and pauses. | |
| 171 INT. HOTEL CORRIDOR - CONTINUOUS 171 | |
| Arthur leads Ariadne to a particular room: 491. | |
| 172 INT. ROOM 491 - CONTINUOUS 172 | |
| Arthur leads Ariadne in. He opens the closet, opens the | |
| room safe, pulls our FOUR BRICKS OF PLASTIC EXPLOSIVE. | |
| ARTHUR | |
| So, if everything's correct, this | |
| room should be directly below 528. | |
| 173 INT. HOTEL LOBBY BATHROOM - CONTINUOUS 173 | |
| Cobb looks reassuringly at Fischer. | |
| COBB | |
| What do you remember from before | |
| this dream? | |
| FISCHER | |
| (thinking) | |
| Rain -- gunfire -- Uncle Peter. | |
| (looks up) | |
| Christ, we've been kidnapped. | |
| COBB | |
| Where were they holding you? | |
| FISCHER | |
| They had us -- in the back of a van | |
| -- | |
| COBB | |
| Your body's bouncing around in the | |
| back of a van right now, that | |
| explains the gravity shifts. | |
| FISCHER | |
| 117. | |
| It was -- to do with a safe -- | |
| Christ, why's it so hard to | |
| remember? | |
| COBB | |
| It's like trying to remember a | |
| dream after you've woken up. It | |
| takes years of practice to do it | |
| easily. So, you and Browning have | |
| been pulled into this dream so they | |
| can steal something from your mind. | |
| What? | |
| FISCHER | |
| They wanted a combination to a safe | |
| -- they demanded the first numbers | |
| to pop into my head. | |
| COBB | |
| That's them extracting a locator. | |
| FISCHER | |
| A locator? | |
| COBB | |
| A number from your own | |
| subconscious. It can be used any | |
| number of ways -- | |
| (thinking) | |
| This is a hotel. Room numbers. What | |
| was the number you gave them? | |
| FISCHER | |
| 5, 2 -- something -- it was a long | |
| number. 528 -- 528, 4 something. | |
| COBB | |
| (opens phone) | |
| Well, we know where to start. | |
| (into phone) | |
| Fifth floor. | |
| 174 INT. ROOM 491 - CONTINUOUS 174 | |
| Arthur hangs up the phone. He is standing on a chair, | |
| attaching the explosives to the ceiling. | |
| ARIADNE | |
| Do you use a timer? | |
| ARTHUR | |
| 118. | |
| No, I have to judge it myself. Once | |
| you're all asleep up in room 528, I | |
| wait `til Yusuf starts his kick -- | |
| ARIADNE | |
| How will you know? | |
| ARTHUR | |
| His music warns me it's coming, | |
| then the van hitting the barrier of | |
| the bridge should be unmistakable | |
| that's when I blow the floor out | |
| from underneath us and we get a | |
| nice synchronized kick. Too soon, | |
| and we won't get pulled out; too | |
| late and I won't be able to drop | |
| us. | |
| ARIADNE | |
| Why not? | |
| ARTHUR | |
| The van will be in free fall. I | |
| can't drop us with no gravity. | |
| Arthur finishes setting the charges. | |
| 175 INT. HOTEL LOBBY - CONTINUOUS 175 | |
| Saito moves through the lobby. Browning is coming in the | |
| other direction. Saito assumes him to be Eames. | |
| SAITO | |
| I see you've changed. | |
| BROWNING | |
| I'm sorry? | |
| Eames comes up behind Browning, catching Saito's eye. | |
| SAITO | |
| I'm -- I mistook you for a friend. | |
| BROWNING | |
| Good-looking fellow, I'm sure. | |
| Browning moves off. Saito approaches Eames. | |
| EAMES | |
| That's Fischer's projection of | |
| Browning. We'll keep an eye on how | |
| he behaves -- | |
| 119. | |
| SAITO | |
| Why? | |
| EAMES | |
| How he acts will tell us if | |
| Fischer's starting to suspect his | |
| motives the way we want him to. | |
| 176 INT. HOTEL CORRIDOR - FIFTH FLOOR - MOMENTS LATER 176 | |
| Cobb leads Fischer around a corner. Arthur and Ariadne are | |
| waiting in the corridor. | |
| COBB | |
| They work for me. | |
| Fischer starts looking at room numbers. Stops at 528. Cobb | |
| draws his gun, steps back from the door and KICKS it open. | |
| 177 INT. ROOM 528 - CONTINUOUS 177 | |
| Cobb JUMPS into the room, gun up. The room is empty. Arthur | |
| and Ariadne search the room. Saito and Eames arrive. Eames | |
| shuts the door. Arthur FINDS something- | |
| ARTHUR | |
| Mr. Charles! | |
| Arthur holds up a MECHANISM CASE. Cobb shows it to Fischer. | |
| COBB | |
| You know what this is? | |
| Fischer's eyes roam over the dials and plungers. | |
| FISCHER | |
| I think so. But I don't understand. | |
| COBB | |
| They were going to put you under. | |
| FISCHER | |
| I'm already under. | |
| COBB | |
| Under again. | |
| FISCHER | |
| A dream within a dream? | |
| 120. | |
| ARTHUR | |
| Shhhh! | |
| Arthur is at the door. Someone is there. A key goes into | |
| the lock, the door starts to open. Arthur REACHES OVER and | |
| GRABS the person entering, THROWS THEM TO THE FLOOR, puts | |
| his gun in their face. IT IS BROWNING. | |
| Fischer stares, disbelieving, at his own godfather. | |
| FISCHER | |
| Uncle Peter. What's going on? | |
| Cobb pulls the key from Browning's hand: ROOM 528. | |
| COBB | |
| You said you were kidnapped | |
| together? | |
| FISCHER | |
| Not exactly, they already had him. | |
| They'd been torturing him -- | |
| COBB | |
| You saw them torture him? | |
| Fischer shakes his head. Looks at Browning. Thinking. | |
| FISCHER | |
| The kidnappers are working for you. | |
| BROWNING | |
| No, Robert -- | |
| FISCHER | |
| You're trying to get that safe | |
| open. To get the alternate will. | |
| Browning looks up at Fischer. | |
| BROWNING | |
| Fischer Morrow's been my entire | |
| life. I can't let you destroy it. | |
| FISCHER | |
| I'm not going to throw away my | |
| inheritance. Why would I? | |
| BROWNING | |
| I couldn't take the chance of you | |
| rising to your father's final | |
| taunt. | |
| 121. | |
| FISCHER | |
| What taunt? | |
| BROWNING | |
| That will. I'm sorry, Robert, but | |
| it's his final insult. A challenge | |
| to build something for yourself. | |
| He's telling you that you aren't | |
| worthy of his achievements. | |
| Fischer takes this in. Devastated. | |
| FISCHER | |
| That he was "disappointed?" | |
| BROWNING | |
| I'm so sorry. But he was wrong. | |
| You'll make his company even | |
| greater than he ever could. | |
| COBB | |
| Your godfather's lying, Robert. | |
| Fischer turns to Cobb. | |
| FISCHER | |
| How do you know? | |
| COBB | |
| It's what I do. He's hiding | |
| something. | |
| Cobb looks at Browning. | |
| COBB | |
| Let's find out what. | |
| Cobb nods at Arthur, who starts unpacking the mechanism. | |
| Browning watches. Silent. | |
| COBB | |
| Let's do to him what he was going | |
| to do to you. | |
| Cobb rolls up his sleeve. Nods at Fischer to do the same. | |
| COBB | |
| We'll penetrate his subconscious | |
| and find out what he doesn't want | |
| you to know. | |
| 122. | |
| Fischer looks Cobb in the eye. Decides, rolls up his | |
| sleeve, offering his bare arm. The team run tubes to each | |
| other. Arthur injects Fischer, whose head slumps. | |
| ARTHUR | |
| He's out. | |
| ARIADNE | |
| Wait, Cobb -- I'm lost. Whose | |
| subconscious are we going into? | |
| COBB | |
| Fischer's. I told him it was | |
| Browning's so he'd come with us as | |
| part of our team. | |
| ARTHUR | |
| (impressed) | |
| He's going to help us break into | |
| his own subconscious. | |
| COBB | |
| That's the idea. He'll think that | |
| his security is Browning's and | |
| fight them to learn the truth about | |
| his father. | |
| Arthur hits buttons on the mechanism. The team goes out one | |
| by one. Cobb is last. | |
| COBB | |
| Fischer's subconscious is going to | |
| run you down hard. | |
| ARTHUR | |
| I'll lead them on a merry chase. | |
| COBB | |
| Be back in time for the kick. | |
| ARTHUR | |
| I'm on it. | |
| Cobb is no longer listening, he stares at the net curtains, | |
| BILLOWING like those in Mal's suite, a GLIMPSE of someone | |
| (Mal?) As the screen goes WHITE, and we are -- | |
| 178 EXT. SNOW - COVERED MOUNTAINS - DAY 178 | |
| CLOSE ON Cobb's face, staring. Fixed. | |
| ARIADNE (O.S.) | |
| 123. | |
| Cobb? Cobb? | |
| Ariadne is beside him. They stand on a cliff, dressed in | |
| white snowsuits, carrying white-painted weapons like WWII | |
| commandos. Cobb checks his SNIPER RIFLE, examines their | |
| objective: a massive FORTIFIED MEDICAL FACILITY a mile | |
| below. | |
| ARIADNE | |
| What's down there? | |
| COBB | |
| Hopefully, the truth we want | |
| Fischer to learn. | |
| ARIADNE | |
| I meant what's down there for you? | |
| Cobb turns to her. Eames, Saito and Fischer arrive, SKIING | |
| down from the hill above. Cobb pulls Eames out of Fischer's | |
| earshot. | |
| COBB | |
| You're the dreamer. I need you to | |
| draw the security away from the | |
| complex. | |
| EAMES | |
| Then who guides Fischer in? You? | |
| COBB | |
| If I know the route -- we could be | |
| compromised. | |
| Eames looks as Cobb, uneasy. Ariadne comes over. | |
| ARIADNE | |
| I designed the place. | |
| COBB | |
| No. You're with me. | |
| SAITO (O.S.) | |
| I could do it. | |
| They turn to Saito. Saito shrugs at Eames. Eames smiles. | |
| COBB | |
| Eames, brief Saito on the route | |
| into the complex. What we're | |
| looking for is going to be in the | |
| most heavily fortified section. | |
| That north tower. | |
| 124. | |
| Cobb moves to Fischer. Saito COUGHS. SPITS. Eames sees | |
| BLOOD on the snow. Looks at Saito. | |
| COBB | |
| Mr. Fischer, you're going in with | |
| Mr. Saito. | |
| FISCHER | |
| You're not coming in? | |
| COBB | |
| You have to do this on your own. | |
| You have to get in there, break | |
| into your godfather's mind and find | |
| out the truth about your father. | |
| Cobb taps Fischer's radio mike. | |
| COBB | |
| Keep this live at all times. I'll | |
| be listening in, covering you. | |
| (holds up the sniper | |
| rifle) | |
| The windows on the upper floors are | |
| big enough that I can cover you | |
| from that south tower. | |
| Cobb slips into his skis, shoulders his rifle. | |
| CUT TO: | |
| 179 INT. ROOM 528 - NIGHT 179 | |
| Arthur checks the mechanism. He hears LOW BOOMS like | |
| thunder. He checks his watch. THE SECOND HAND CRAWLS | |
| FORWARDS. With a last look at the sleepers, he heads out | |
| into the corridor -- | |
| 180 INT/EXT. VAN ON RAINY DOWNTOWN STREETS - DAY 180 | |
| A GUNSHOT slams into the van as Yusuf DRIVES, he glances | |
| back to see a MOTORCYCLE pulling up behind him, the REAR | |
| PASSENGER FIRING A SHOTGUN, the bike pulls alongside | |
| Yusuf's window as the passenger RELOADS. | |
| Yusuf YANKS the wheel TOWARDS the bike, bringing the | |
| shotgun barrel into the cab so he can GRAB it, spin the | |
| wheel back- PULLING the passenger from the back of the | |
| bike. Yusuf turns a corner, heading into a disused MARKET. | |
| 125. | |
| 181 INT. HOTEL CORRIDOR - CONTINUOUS 181 | |
| Arthur walks towards the elevator. It OPENS a SECURITY MAN | |
| emerges, heading right for him. Arthur takes a TURN, | |
| speeding up. The BOOMS are louder, and we -- | |
| CUT TO: | |
| 182 INT/EXT. VAN ON RAINY DOWNTOWN STREETS - DAY 182 | |
| The bike crosses behind the van, catching up again as the | |
| driver pulls a handgun and starts BLASTING. Up ahead, an | |
| S.U.V. sits in a side road, lining up to head off the van, | |
| the SECURITY MAN driving the S.U.V. guns it, as the bike | |
| creeps up on the other side of the van. Yusuf HITS THE | |
| BRAKES, forcing the bike out into the path of the S.U.V., | |
| tossing the rider like a rag doll. | |
| Heading out of the market, the van races onto a FREEWAY ON | |
| RAMP, approaching the BRIDGE. An S.U.V. SMASHES into the | |
| van's side, FORCING it up against a CRASH BARRIER, the van | |
| starts to SLOWLY TILT OVER THE BARRIER as the S.U.V. | |
| PUSHES. | |
| CUT TO: | |
| 183 INT. HOTEL CORRIDOR - NIGHT 183 | |
| As Arthur hurries down the corridor, the corridor starts to | |
| TILT, and Arthur is forced to run UP ONTO THE WALL, he | |
| rounds a corner, STRAIGHT INTO another Security Man. Arthur | |
| HEAD BUTTS him and they STRUGGLE as they struggle, the | |
| corridor SPINS around, THROWING THEM UP ONTO THE WALLS, THE | |
| CEILING as wall becomes floor they DROP through a door into | |
| -- | |
| 184 INT. HOTEL ROOM - CONTINUOUS 184 | |
| The fight continues all over the spinning room and we -- | |
| CUT TO: | |
| 185 INT/EXT. VAN ON RAINY OFF RAMP NEAR BRIDGE - DAY 185 | |
| SLEEPING ARTHUR BOUNCES around as the van TILTS, SCRAPING | |
| along the barrier, the van CLEARS THE END OF THE BARRIER | |
| AND ROLLS DOWN THE EMBANKMENT, and we -- | |
| CUT TO: | |
| 126. | |
| 186 INT. HOTEL ROOM - NIGHT 186 | |
| Arthur and the Security Man DROP to the floor, Arthur on | |
| top. Arthur gets up, heads to the stairwell. | |
| 187 INT/EXT. VAN ON RAINY STREETS NEAR BRIDGE - DAY 187 | |
| The van SETTLES with a thump. Yusuf BREATHES hard. Then | |
| SMILES as he realizes he is in one piece. A RINGING BELL up | |
| ahead makes him look up to the bridge, where the barriers | |
| are starting to come down. Yusuf checks his watch -- | |
| YUSUF | |
| Bugger. | |
| Yusuf hits the gas, heading for the bridge. An S.U.V. lines | |
| up behind him, trying to catch up before the van crosses | |
| the barrier onto the bridge. | |
| The van JUST MAKES IT, the S.U.V. behind RIPS its read axle | |
| off, SCRAPING to a halt on the rising section. The Security | |
| Man inside starts FIRING on the van. | |
| 188 INT. HOTEL STAIRWELL - CONTINUOUS 188 | |
| Arthur RACES down the steps, OPENS the door to the fourth | |
| floor, spots SECURITY MEN outside room 491. | |
| ARTHUR | |
| Hey! | |
| They TURN, he DARTS back into the stairwell, RACES down the | |
| stairs, the Security Men follow, they start SHOOTING, and | |
| we -- | |
| CUT TO: | |
| 189 EXT. SNOW-COVERED MOUNTAINS - DAY 189 | |
| Eames SKIS down within sight of the hospital complex. He | |
| reaches into his pack and lets off a FLARE. | |
| 190 EXT. HOSPITAL COMPLEX - CONTINUOUS 190 | |
| Security Men on the ramparts spot the flare and send | |
| PATROLS out on skis and SNOWMOBILES to investigate. | |
| 191 EXT. SNOW-COVERED MOUNTAINS - CONTINUOUS 191 | |
| 127. | |
| Eames watches them close in, then launches himself down the | |
| mountain, STREAKING across the icy slope, and we -- | |
| CUT TO: | |
| 192 INT/EXT. VAN ON RAINY RISING BRIDGE - DAY 192 | |
| Yusuf PULLS FORWARD, looking over his shoulder to line up a | |
| BACKWARDS RUN at the edge. He DUCKS as vicious FIRE from | |
| the S.U.V. HAMMERS the vehicle. He looks at his watch. The | |
| SECOND HAND TICKING SLOWLY. | |
| YUSUF | |
| Sod it. I hope your ready. | |
| He grabs an MP3 player and reaches into the back to place | |
| HEADPHONES on sleeping Arthur's head. As he does so, he | |
| notices Saito's bandage BLEEDING THROUGH. Yusuf hits PLAY, | |
| Edith Piaf's "Non, je ne regrette rien" starts up and we -- | |
| CUT TO: | |
| 193 INT. HOTEL STAIRWELL - NIGHT 193 | |
| Arthur STOPS, hearing something, MASSIVE LOW-END MUSICAL | |
| TONES, he looks up PANICKED. | |
| ARTHUR | |
| No, Yusuf. Too soon! | |
| SHOTS slam into the stairs around him and we -- | |
| CUT TO: | |
| 194 EXT. SNOW-COVERED MOUNTAINS - DAY 194 | |
| Cobb and Ariadne make their way down towards the complex. | |
| EAMES (OVER RADIO) | |
| Cobb? Are you hearing that? | |
| Cobb listens. The wind sounds unusually LOW. | |
| 195 EXT. FOREST - SNOW-COVERED MOUNTAINS - CONTINUOUS 195 | |
| Eames is hidden at the base of some trees, whispering as a | |
| patrol passes beneath his position. | |
| 128. | |
| EAMES | |
| I noticed it twenty minutes ago, at | |
| first I thought it was just wind -- | |
| 196 EXT. SNOW-COVERED MOUNTAINS - CONTINUOUS 196 | |
| Cobb is listening intently. The "wind" changes pitch. | |
| COBB | |
| No, it's music. Dammit. | |
| EAMES (OVER RADIO) | |
| What do we do? | |
| COBB | |
| We move fast. Saito, did you copy? | |
| 197 EXT. MOUNTAINS - THE OTHER SIDE OF THE COMPLEX - CONTINUOUS 197 | |
| Saito and Fischer CLIMB down a CLIFF FACE above the | |
| complex. | |
| SAITO | |
| We're going as fast as we can. | |
| 198 EXT. SNOW-COVERED MOUNTAINS - CONTINUOUS 198 | |
| Ariadne looks at Cobb, concerned. | |
| ARIADNE | |
| How long do we have? | |
| COBB | |
| Yusuf's about ten seconds from the | |
| jump, which gives Arthur about | |
| three minutes, which gives us about | |
| -- | |
| ARIADNE | |
| Sixty minutes. | |
| COBB | |
| The route you gave them, can they | |
| do it in under an hour? | |
| ARIADNE | |
| I don't think so. They've still got | |
| to climb down to the middle | |
| terrace. | |
| 129. | |
| COBB | |
| They need a new route, a direct | |
| route. | |
| ARIADNE | |
| The building's designed as a | |
| labyrinth. | |
| COBB | |
| There must be access routes that | |
| cut through the maze. | |
| (into radio) | |
| Eames? | |
| 199 EXT. FOREST - SNOW-COVERED MOUNTAINS - CONTINUOUS 199 | |
| Eames cannot answer, he SLALOMS through the forest, Sub- | |
| security in hot pursuit, bullets smashing into the trunks. | |
| 200 EXT. SNOW-COVERED MOUNTAINS - CONTINUOUS 200 | |
| Cobb turns to Ariadne. | |
| COBB | |
| Did Eames add any features? | |
| ARIADNE | |
| Yes. | |
| COBB | |
| What did he add? | |
| Ariadne looks at Cobb. | |
| ARIADNE | |
| I shouldn't tell you. If Mal -- | |
| COBB | |
| There's no time, what did he add? | |
| ARIADNE | |
| Utility closets, trap doors -- | |
| COBB | |
| What about service features? Did he | |
| add any large pipes or -- | |
| ARIADNE | |
| 130. | |
| Ducts. He added an air duct system, | |
| it doesn't follow the maze. They | |
| can use it to go straight from the | |
| outer walls to the upper tower. | |
| COBB | |
| Explain it to them. | |
| ARIADNE | |
| (into radio) | |
| Saito? | |
| 201 EXT. CLIFF FACE BEHIND COMPLEX - CONTINUOUS 201 | |
| Saito is using a hammer to tap in a belay. | |
| SAITO | |
| Go ahead. | |
| And we -- | |
| CUT TO: | |
| 202 INT/EXT. VAN ON RAINY RAISED BRIDGE - DAY 202 | |
| Yusuf looks at the Security Man in the S.U.V., gives him | |
| the finger and hits the GAS, RACING BACKWARDS at the | |
| barrier and we -- | |
| CUT TO: | |
| 203 INT. HOTEL STAIRWAY - NIGHT 203 | |
| Arthur RUNS UP the stairs, gun in hand, rounds a corner | |
| andIMPOSSIBLY, arrives behind the Security Man, who looks | |
| at him, CONFUSED, then looks down to realize he is now at | |
| the edge of a dangerous drop. Arthur shrugs. | |
| ARTHUR | |
| Paradox. | |
| Arthur PUSHES him over the edge, he falls. Arthur races up | |
| to the fourth floor, throws open the door and we -- | |
| CUT TO: | |
| 204 INT/EXT. VAN ON RAINY RAISED BRIDGE - DAY 204 | |
| 131. | |
| In SLOW MOTION, the van SMASHES THROUGH THE CONCRETE | |
| BARRIER and we -- | |
| CUT TO: | |
| 205 INT. HOTEL CORRIDOR - NIGHT 205 | |
| Arthur is SPRINTING down the corridor when a TREMENDOUS | |
| CRASH sends him FLYING into the air and we -- | |
| CUT TO: | |
| 206 EXT. SNOW-COVERED MOUNTAINS - DAY 206 | |
| A MASSIVE RUMBLE prompts Cobb to look across the valley. | |
| 207 EXT. FOREST - SNOW-COVERED MOUNTAINS - CONTINUOUS 207 | |
| Eames shoots out of the trees, then FALLS to the snow as he | |
| sees a great CRACKING up ahead, the SLOPE IS FALLING AWAY | |
| IN AN AVALANCHE. | |
| 208 EXT. CLIFF FACE BEHIND COMPLEX - CONTINUOUS 208 | |
| Saito hears the RUMBLE above them. He looks down, Fischer | |
| is below, near the bottom of the sheer face. | |
| SAITO | |
| Look out! | |
| Saito CUTS the rope, they FALL, HIT the icy face and SLIDE | |
| down the slope, clearing the path of the avalanche and we - | |
| - | |
| CUT TO: | |
| 209 INT/EXT. VAN - DAY 209 | |
| In EXTREME SLOW MOTION, the van emerges from the concrete | |
| balustrade and starts FALLING and we -- | |
| CUT TO: | |
| 210 INT. HOTEL CORRIDOR - NIGHT 210 | |
| 132. | |
| Arthur is still FLYING through the corridor, NOT LANDING, | |
| GRAVITY HAS DISAPPEARED, he scrambles for a handhold, | |
| GRABBING a sconce and we -- | |
| CUT TO: | |
| 211 EXT. SNOW-COVERED MOUNTAINS - DAY 211 | |
| Cobb watches the avalanche cloud slide past the complex. | |
| ARIADNE | |
| What was that? | |
| COBB | |
| The kick. | |
| EAMES (OVER RADIO) | |
| Cobb? Did we miss it? | |
| COBB | |
| Yeah, we missed it. | |
| 212 EXT. FOREST - SNOW-COVERED MOUNTAINS - CONTINUOUS 212 | |
| Eames is lying on the snow. | |
| EAMES | |
| What the hell do we do now? | |
| COBB (OVER RADIO) | |
| Finish the job before the next | |
| kick. | |
| EAMES | |
| What next kick? | |
| 213 EXT. SNOW-COVERED MOUNTAINS - CONTINUOUS 213 | |
| Cobb looks at Ariadne as he talks into the radio. | |
| COBB | |
| When the van hits the water. I | |
| figure Arthur's got a couple | |
| minutes and we've got about twenty. | |
| Cobb and Ariadne MOVE towards the base of the complex. | |
| 214 EXT. HOSPITAL COMPLEX - CONTINUOUS 214 | |
| 133. | |
| Saito and Fischer RUN around the base of the building. They | |
| find a large EXHAUST PORT. Lay a charge on the GRILL. They | |
| blow the charge. Climb into the open vent. | |
| 215 INT/EXT. VAN - DAY 215 | |
| In EXTREME SLOW MOTION, the van seems SUSPENDED IN MID-AIR | |
| TEN STORIES ABOVE THE RIVER and we -- | |
| CUT TO: | |
| 216 INT. HOTEL CORRIDOR - NIGHT 216 | |
| In ZERO GRAVITY, Arthur pulls himself to the door of 491, | |
| opens it. He looks at the charges planted on the ceiling. | |
| ARTHUR | |
| How the hell do I drop you? | |
| He PULLS the charges from the ceiling. Hurrying. And we -- | |
| CUT TO: | |
| 217 INT. DUCT SYSTEM - HOSPITAL COMPLEX - CONTINUOUS 217 | |
| Saito and Fischer hurry through the duct system. Saito is | |
| falling behind, coughing up blood. | |
| 218 EXT. UPPER TERRACE - HOSPITAL COMPLEX - CONTINUOUS 218 | |
| Cobb GRABS a Security Guard from behind, strangling him | |
| unconscious. He beckons to Ariadne, covering her as she | |
| runs towards him. They enter the base of the south tower. | |
| 219 INT. TOP ROOM - SOUTH TOWER - HOSPITAL COMPLEX - CONTINUOUS 219 | |
| A guard is manning the tower. Cobb and Ariadne enter. Cobb | |
| SHOOTS the guard and moves to the window. | |
| ARIADNE | |
| (she points) | |
| That's the antechamber outside the | |
| strongroom. | |
| Cobb looks at the large windows of the antechamber. | |
| COBB | |
| 134. | |
| What about the strongroom? Doesn't | |
| it have any windows? | |
| ARIADNE | |
| Wouldn't be very strong if it did. | |
| (off look) | |
| Look, if you wanted to design it | |
| yourself -- | |
| COBB | |
| It's fine. Better hope that we like | |
| what Fischer finds in there. | |
| Cobb sets up his sniper rifle. Through the scope he can see | |
| three guards on the balcony outside the chamber. Three more | |
| inside. Cobb casually picks them off with his rifle. | |
| Ariadne watches through binoculars, appalled. | |
| ARIADNE | |
| These projections, they're part of | |
| his subconscious? | |
| COBB | |
| Yeah. | |
| ARIADNE | |
| Are you destroying those parts of | |
| his mind? | |
| COBB | |
| No, of course not. They're just | |
| projections. | |
| EAMES (OVER RADIO) | |
| Cobb? Something's wrong? | |
| 220 EXT. FOREST - SNOW-COVERED MOUNTAINS - CONTINUOUS 220 | |
| Eames is watching the patrols HEAD BACK towards the | |
| complex. | |
| EAMES | |
| They're heading your way. Like they | |
| know something. | |
| 221 INT. TOP ROOM - SOUTH TOWER, HOSPITAL COMPLEX - CONTINUOUS 221 | |
| Cobb hears this. Concerned. | |
| COBB | |
| Buy us some time. | |
| 135. | |
| EAMES (OVER RADIO) | |
| On my way. | |
| 222 EXT. FOREST - SNOW-COVERED MOUNTAINS - CONTINUOUS 222 | |
| Eames TAKES OFF towards the base of the complex. And we -- | |
| CUT TO: | |
| 223 INT. ROOM 528 - NIGHT 223 | |
| Arthur FLOATS into the room. The SLEEPERS are floating, | |
| loosely connected by their tubes. Arthur looks at them, | |
| MIND RACING. He PULLS Cobb towards Eames, and we -- | |
| CUT TO: | |
| 224 INT. DUCT SYSTEM - HOSPITAL COMPLEX - DAY 224 | |
| Saito and Fischer approach the grate covering the exit to | |
| the anteroom. Saito SLUMPS to the floor of the duct, pulls | |
| out his radio. Fischer looks at him, he is PALE, SHIVERING. | |
| Fischer takes the radio, WHISPERS into it. | |
| FISCHER | |
| (into radio) | |
| We're here. Are we clear to | |
| proceed? | |
| 225 INT. TOP ROOM - SOUTH TOWER - HOSPITAL COMPLEC - CONTINUOUS 225 | |
| Cobb SCANS the anteroom through the scope, it looks clear. | |
| COBB | |
| You're clear, but hurry, there's an | |
| army headed your way -- | |
| Ariadne watches the patrols approaching the complex. | |
| 226 INT. DUCT SYSTEM - HOSPITAL COMPLEX - CONTINUOUS 226 | |
| The SQUELCH from the radio is too loud. Fischer GRABS it | |
| and turns the volume to zero as he starts to remove the | |
| grate. | |
| 136. | |
| 227 EXT. BASE OF THE HOPISTAL COMPLEX - CONTINUOUS 227 | |
| Eames is setting MINES along the LOWEST WALL of the | |
| structure. He moves carefully, there is a SHEER DROP below | |
| the wall. | |
| 228 INT. TOP ROOM - SOUTH TOWER - HOSPITAL COMPLEX - CONTINUOUS 228 | |
| Cobb SPOTS something through his scope. Something above the | |
| main windows, glimpsed through the side of the skylight. | |
| COBB | |
| Shit. There's someone else in | |
| there. | |
| Cobb prepares to fire. Ariadne GRABS the radio. | |
| ARIADNE | |
| Fischer, stop! It's a trap! | |
| 229 INT. DUCT SYSTEM - HOSPITAL COMPLEX - CONTINUOUS 229 | |
| Fischer does not see the flashing light on his radio as he | |
| carefully lifts the grate. He motions for Saito to stay. | |
| 230 INT. TOP ROOM - SOUTH TOWER - HOSPITAL COMPLEX - CONTINUOUS 230 | |
| Cobb TENSES to fire. | |
| COBB | |
| Come on -- a little lower -- a | |
| little -- | |
| COBB FREEZES. IT IS MAL IN HIS SIGHTS. Ariadne puts up her | |
| binoculars. Spots Mal. Fischer is climbing out of the vent. | |
| ARIADNE | |
| Cobb, that's not really her -- | |
| Cobb turns to her. | |
| COBB | |
| How can you know that? | |
| 231 INT. ANTECHAMBER - CONTINUOUS 231 | |
| Fischer moves into the antechamber, cautious. | |
| 137. | |
| FISCHER | |
| I'm in. | |
| Fischer turns up the volume- | |
| ARIADNE (OVER RADIO) | |
| Fischer, look out! | |
| Mal DROPS gracefully to the floor behind him. | |
| MAL | |
| Hello. | |
| 232 INT. TOP ROOM - SOUTH TOWER - HOSPITAL COMPLEX - CONTINUOUS 232 | |
| Cobb looks at Ariadne. | |
| ARIADNE | |
| Cobb, she's just a projection. | |
| Fischer -- he's real. | |
| Cobb thinks. Nods, TURNS back to the scope, too late. MAL | |
| SHOOTS FISCHER. Cobb reflexively pulls the trigger. Mal | |
| GOES DOWN. Cobb steps back from the scope, STUNNED. | |
| ARIADNE | |
| Eames? Get to the anteroom now! | |
| They run for the door. | |
| 233 INT. DUCT SYSTEM - HOSPITAL COMPLEX - CONTINUOUS 233 | |
| Saito STARTS as he hears the shot. He starts edging | |
| forwards, clutching his belly. And we -- | |
| CUT TO: | |
| 234 INT. ROOM 528 - NIGHT 234 | |
| The sleepers are floating in a rough stack, top-and-tailed. | |
| Arthur pulls the bedding from the bed and uses the sheet to | |
| bind the sleepers together. And we -- | |
| CUT TO: | |
| 235 INT/EXT. VAN - DAY 235 | |
| 138. | |
| In EXTREME SLOW MOTION, the van CREEPS DOWNWARDS, still | |
| high above the river and we -- | |
| CUT TO: | |
| 236 INT. HOTEL CORRIDOR - NIGHT 236 | |
| Arthur PUSHES the floating stack of sleepers to the | |
| elevator. He hits the button, the doors open, he pushes | |
| them in. GRABS the charges, climbs through the hatch in the | |
| ceiling and we -- | |
| CUT TO: | |
| 237 INT. DUCT SYSTEM - HOSPITAL COMPLEX - DAY 237 | |
| Eames steps over Saito, who looks up at him with DYING | |
| eyes. | |
| 238 INT. ANTECHAMBER - HOSPITAL CORRIDOR - DAY 238 | |
| Eames jumps out of the vent to find Cobb and Ariadne | |
| standing over the bodies of Fischer and Mal. | |
| EAMES | |
| What happened? | |
| ARIADNE | |
| Mal killed Fischer -- | |
| COBB | |
| I wouldn't shoot her. | |
| Eames grabs a defibrillator from the wall and pulls | |
| Fischer's jacket open. | |
| COBB | |
| It won't do any good -- | |
| Eames SHOCKS Fischer's chest. | |
| COBB | |
| Even if you could revive his body, | |
| his mind's trapped down there. It's | |
| over. | |
| Eames listens for a pulse. Looks up at Cobb. | |
| EAMES | |
| 139. | |
| So that it, then? We failed. | |
| COBB | |
| I'm sorry. | |
| EAMES | |
| It's you who doesn't get back to | |
| your family. | |
| Eames looks down at Fischer. Then over to the double doors. | |
| EAMES | |
| I wanted to know what was going to | |
| happen in there. I think we had | |
| this one. | |
| ARIADNE | |
| There's still a way: We follow | |
| Fischer down -- | |
| They look at her. | |
| EAMES | |
| We're almost out of time -- | |
| ARIADNE | |
| Down there they'll be enough time. | |
| We'll find him, soon as you hear | |
| Arthur's music start, you use the | |
| defibrillator to revive him, we | |
| give him his own early kick from | |
| below. | |
| ARIADNE | |
| Get him in there -- | |
| (points to doors) | |
| Then, as the music ends you blow | |
| the hospital and we all ride the | |
| kick back up through the layers. | |
| Eames looks at her, then to Cobb. | |
| EAMES | |
| Okay, Saito can hold them off while | |
| I plant the rest of the charges. | |
| COBB | |
| Saito's not going to last, Eames. | |
| ARIADNE | |
| We have to try! | |
| EAMES | |
| 140. | |
| Go for it, but I'm taking the kick | |
| whether you're back or not... | |
| Eames pulls the mechanism from his pack. Offers it to | |
| Ariadne. Cobb watches. Silent. Ariadne pulls out the tubes. | |
| ARIADNE | |
| Can I trust you to do what's | |
| needed? Mal's down there -- | |
| COBB | |
| And I can find her. She'll have | |
| Fischer. | |
| ARIADNE | |
| How do you know? | |
| COBB | |
| She wants me to come after him. She | |
| wants me back down there with her. | |
| Cobb rolls up his sleeve. Ariadne rolls up her own sleeve. | |
| Eames NODS. Cobb and Ariadne lie down. Eames hits the | |
| button-WATER. BUBBLES. DROWNING. And we are -- | |
| 239 EXT. COAST - LIMBO - DAY 239 | |
| Ariadne lies in the SURF, STARING up at a CLOUDLESS SKY. A | |
| tremendous BOOM prompts her to look around her, URBAN | |
| BUILDINGS PILED right down to the water. The buildings are | |
| DECAYING, falling into the ocean like a GLACIER calving. | |
| Cobb WADES towards her through the shallow water. Ariadne | |
| looks up at the crumbling city around them. | |
| ARIADNE | |
| This is your world? | |
| COBB | |
| It was. And this is where she'll | |
| be. | |
| And we -- | |
| CUT TO: | |
| 240 INT. ELEVATOR SHAFT - DAY 240 | |
| 141. | |
| Arthur floats on top of the elevator, planting small | |
| charges on the EMERGENCY BRAKES and CABLE. He sets them, | |
| GRABS the other explosives, then PUSHES AWAY, shooting up | |
| the shaft. As he hits the DETONATOR, BLASTING the braking | |
| and safety systems of the elevator, we move into SLOW | |
| MOTION, the fireballs FLAMING OUT in graceful licks and we | |
| -- | |
| DISSOLVE TO: | |
| 241 INT. ANTECHAMBER - DAY 241 | |
| Eames RACES around, full speed, getting the defibrillator | |
| paddles, laying them by Fischer's body, he runs into the | |
| duct, pulls Saito up to a seated position and hands him a | |
| handgun. | |
| EAMES | |
| Come on, Saito. I need you to cover | |
| Fischer while I plant the charges. | |
| Saito nods weakly, tries to hold the gun. Eames moves to | |
| the window, pulls his machine gun off, checks its load. | |
| Ready. He watches the security patrols climb up the outer | |
| walls. Eames lays down a HAIL of covering fire, then heads | |
| outside. | |
| 242 EXT. HOSPITAL COMPLEX - CONTINUOUS 242 | |
| Eames races along the upper terrace dodging fire. BULLETS | |
| SHATTER a window behind him and we move into SLOW MOTION, | |
| the glass CASCADING GENTLY and we -- | |
| DISSOLVE TO: | |
| 243 EXT. COAST - LIMBO - DAY 243 | |
| Cobb and Ariadne climb out of the waves, full speed. They | |
| move into the shadow of the tall, crumbling buildings. The | |
| streets are eerily DESERTED. As they move further in, the | |
| buildings become NEWER, different. Ariadne marvels at the | |
| extraordinary collection of buildings, every architectural | |
| style imaginable in waves of FAILED UTOPIAS. | |
| ARIADNE | |
| You built all this? | |
| COBB | |
| We both did. | |
| 142. | |
| ARIADNE | |
| It's incredible. | |
| COBB | |
| We built for years. Then, when that | |
| got stale, we started in on the | |
| memories. | |
| A child's SHOUT echoes through the deserted canyons, | |
| prompting Cobb to look down a side street: a LITTLE BLONDE | |
| BOY crouched, his back to us. A LITTLE BLONDE GIRL joins | |
| the boy, and, as Cobb turns down the street, they run off. | |
| Cobb and Ariadne emerge into a peculiar SQUARE lined with | |
| an eclectic mix of buildings, from APARTMENT BLOCKS to | |
| HOUSES. | |
| COBB | |
| This is our neighborhood. | |
| ARIADNE | |
| (confused) | |
| From what city? | |
| COBB | |
| No. Our neighborhood. | |
| (pointing) | |
| That was our first apartment -- | |
| then we moved to that building -- | |
| we got that small house when Mal | |
| became pregnant. | |
| ARIADNE | |
| You reconstructed them all from | |
| memory? | |
| COBB | |
| We had time. | |
| Cobb pauses in front of a French country house. Staring. | |
| ARIADNE | |
| What's that? | |
| COBB | |
| The house Mal grew up in. | |
| ARIADNE | |
| Will she be in there? | |
| COBB | |
| No. Come on -- | |
| 143. | |
| Cobb leads Ariadne to the entrance of a glass skyscraper. | |
| 244 INT. SKYSCRAPER LOBBY - LIMBO - CONTINUOUS 244 | |
| Cobb leads Ariadne across the gleaming lobby to the | |
| elevators. | |
| COBB | |
| We both wanted a house, but we both | |
| loved skyscrapers. In the real | |
| world we had to choose. Not here. | |
| 245 INT. SKYSCRAPER ELEVATOR - LIMBO - CONTINUOUS 245 | |
| Cobb pulls out his handgun, and a ziplock bag full of | |
| bullets. | |
| ARIADNE | |
| How do we send Fischer back? | |
| COBB | |
| We need some kind of kick. | |
| ARIADNE | |
| What? | |
| COBB | |
| I'll improvise. | |
| Cobb COCKS his weapon, and the ELEVATOR STOPS. The doors | |
| open. Ariadne moves to exit, Cobb stops her. | |
| COBB | |
| There's something you have to | |
| understand about me. About | |
| inception. You see, an idea is like | |
| a virus -- | |
| Cobb leads her out of the lift. | |
| 246 INT. PENTHOUSE - LIMBO - CONTINUOUS 246 | |
| Cobb and Ariadne step off the lift and into the incongruous | |
| interior of a craftsman house. They cautiously move down | |
| the corridor towards the back of the house. | |
| COBB | |
| Resilient -- | |
| (turns to Ariadne) | |
| 144. | |
| Highly contagious, and an idea can | |
| grow. The smallest seed of an idea | |
| can grow to define or destroy your | |
| world -- | |
| Cobb is staring into the kitchen. Mal is sitting at the | |
| table, back to them, staring out at the porch, the TOWERS | |
| of Limbo stretching off behind it. | |
| MAL | |
| The smallest idea, such as -- "Your | |
| world is not real." | |
| Cobb hands Ariadne his gun and moves towards Mal. | |
| MAL | |
| A simple little thought that | |
| changes everything -- | |
| Ariadne watches as Cobb sits down beside Mal. And we -- | |
| CUT TO: | |
| 247 INT. ELEVATOR SHAFT - NIGHT 247 | |
| Arthur FLIES back down the shaft to the top of the | |
| elevator, SQUEEZES past the car to the bottom and starts to | |
| set the MAIN CHARGES ACROSS THE BOTTOM OF THE CAR, and we - | |
| - | |
| CUT TO: | |
| 248 INT. PENTHOUSE - LIMBO - DAY 248 | |
| Cobb touches Mal's arm, she TURNS, angry. It is only now | |
| that we see that she holds a CARVING KNIFE. Mal looks at | |
| Ariadne. | |
| MAL | |
| So certain of your world. Of what's | |
| real. Do you think he is -- | |
| (points at Cobb) | |
| Or do you think he's as lost as I | |
| was? | |
| COBB | |
| I know what's real. | |
| MAL | |
| 145. | |
| What are the distinguishing | |
| characteristics of a dream? Mutable | |
| laws of physics? Tell that to the | |
| quantum physicists. Reappearance of | |
| the dead? What about heaven and | |
| hell? Persecution of the dreamer, | |
| the creator, the messiah? They | |
| crucified Christ, didn't they? | |
| COBB | |
| I know what's real. | |
| MAL | |
| No creeping doubts? Not feeling | |
| persecuted, Dom? Chased around the | |
| globe by anonymous corporations and | |
| police forces? The way the | |
| projections persecute the dreamer? | |
| Mal puts her hand on his face. Pitying. | |
| MAL | |
| Admit it, Dom. You don't believe in | |
| one reality anymore. So choose. | |
| Choose your reality like I did. | |
| Choose to be here. Choose me. | |
| COBB | |
| (rising anger) | |
| I have chosen, Mal. Our children. I | |
| have to get back to them. Because | |
| you left them. You left us. | |
| MAL | |
| You're wrong, Dom. You're confused, | |
| our children are here -- | |
| A child's SHOUT draws Cobb. James CROUCHES on the porch, | |
| back to us. Philippa joins him, also turned away. Cobb | |
| watches, moved. Mal leans in close. | |
| MAL | |
| (whispers) | |
| And you'd like to see their faces | |
| again, wouldn't you, Dom? | |
| COBB | |
| Our real children are waiting for | |
| me up above. | |
| And we -- | |
| CUT TO: | |
| 146. | |
| 249 INT. ELEVATOR - NIGHT 249 | |
| Arthur scrambles to arrange the sleepers on the floor of | |
| the car as his hand comes away from Saito, he sees BLOOD on | |
| it. | |
| He looks at Saito's belly, the blood is coming through his | |
| shirt. Arthur sticks headphones on sleeping Eames, and we - | |
| - | |
| CUT TO: | |
| 250 INT. HOSPITAL FORTRESS - DAY 250 | |
| Eames throws a GRENADE, blowing up the security forces | |
| trying to ascend the terraces. He DUCKS to the ground to | |
| avoid HEAVY FIRE, starts unpacking the charges and setting | |
| them along the base of the terraces. | |
| 251 INT. DUCT SYSTEM - HOSPITAL COMPLEX - CONTINUOUS 251 | |
| Saito looks up as he hears a Security Guard climbing | |
| through the duct, he raises his gun, TREMBLING with | |
| weakness. And we -- | |
| CUT TO: | |
| 252 INT. KITCHEN - PENTHOUSE - LIMBO - DAY 252 | |
| Mal laughs at Cobb. | |
| MAL | |
| (laughs) | |
| Up above? Listen to yourself. You | |
| judged me for believing the very | |
| same thing. | |
| Mal points at the children. | |
| MAL | |
| These are our children. Watch. | |
| (turns to the kids) | |
| Hey, James! Philippa?! | |
| The children START TO TURN to us BUT COBB CLOSES HIS EYES. | |
| COBB | |
| They're not real, Mal. Our real | |
| children are waiting for us -- | |
| 147. | |
| The children run off. Cobb opens his eyes. | |
| MAL | |
| You keep telling yourself that but | |
| you don't believe it -- | |
| COBB | |
| I know it -- | |
| MAL | |
| And what if you're wrong? What if | |
| I'm what's real? | |
| Cobb is silent. | |
| MAL | |
| You keep telling yourself what you | |
| know -- but what do you believe? | |
| What do you feel? | |
| Cobb looks at Mal. Struggling. | |
| COBB | |
| Guilt. I feel guilt. And however | |
| confused I might get. | |
| COBB | |
| However lost I might seem -- it's | |
| always there. Telling me something. | |
| Reminding me of the truth. | |
| MAL | |
| What truth? | |
| COBB | |
| That you were wrong to doubt our | |
| world. That the idea that drove you | |
| to question your reality was a lie | |
| -- | |
| MAL | |
| How could you know it was a lie? | |
| COBB | |
| Because it was my lie. | |
| MAL | |
| (realizing) | |
| Because you planted the idea in my | |
| mind. | |
| COBB | |
| 148. | |
| Because I performed inception on my | |
| own wife, then reaped the bitter | |
| rewards -- | |
| ARIADNE | |
| Why? | |
| COBB | |
| We'd become lost in here. Living in | |
| a world of infinite possibilities. | |
| A world where we were gods. I | |
| realized we needed to escape, but | |
| she'd locked away her knowledge of | |
| the unreality of this world -- | |
| INSERT CUT: Mal opens the doll's house. Takes the spinning | |
| top, lies it down in the safe. LOCKS IT AWAY. | |
| COBB | |
| I couldn't make Mal understand that | |
| we needed to break free. To die. So | |
| I started to search our world -- | |
| Cobb turns to Mal, but keeps talking to Ariadne. | |
| INSERT CUT: Cobb WANDERS the streets of Limbo. | |
| COBB | |
| Searching for the right place in | |
| her mind -- | |
| INSERT CUT: Cobb stops outside the VICTORIAN HOUSE, MAL'S | |
| CHILDHOOD HOME, looking up at it. He heads inside. | |
| COBB | |
| And when I found that place, that | |
| secret place where she had shut | |
| away her knowledge years before, I | |
| broke it open- - | |
| INSERT CUT: Cobb looks around Mal's childhood bedroom. | |
| Comes to the doll's house. | |
| COBB | |
| I broke into the deepest recess of | |
| her mind, to give her the simplest | |
| little idea. | |
| INSERT CUT: Cobb throws open the safe doors. Sitting on the | |
| shelf of the safe is a spinning top. On its side. | |
| COBB | |
| 149. | |
| A truth that she had once known, | |
| but had chosen to forget -- | |
| INSERT CUT: Cobb picks up the totem. He SPINS it in the | |
| safe. | |
| IT SPINS AND SPINS WITHOUT END. Cobb CLOSES THE DOOR of the | |
| safe. | |
| COBB | |
| That her world was not real. | |
| INSERT CUT: COBB AND MAL ARRIVE AT TRAIN TRACKS CUTTING | |
| THROUGH WASTELAND. | |
| COBB (V.O.) | |
| That death was a necessary escape. | |
| They lie on the tracks looking into each other's eyes. Mal | |
| is crying. Cobb takes her hand, reassuring. He starts to | |
| speak. | |
| COBB | |
| You're waiting for a train. A train | |
| that will take you far away. You | |
| know where you hope this train will | |
| take you, but you can't know for | |
| sure. Yet it doesn't matter -- | |
| Mal looks at him across the railroad tracks. Replies. | |
| MAL | |
| Because you'll be together. | |
| The train comes, OBLITERATING the lovers. Back in the | |
| present, Cobb looks into Mal's eyes. She is crying. | |
| COBB | |
| I never thought that the idea I'd | |
| planted would grow in her mind like | |
| a cancer. That even after we woke - | |
| - | |
| INSERT CUT: Cobb looks around the HOTEL SUITE, confused. He | |
| moves to the CURTAINS. Mal is on the ledge opposite. | |
| COBB | |
| You'd continue to believe that your | |
| world was not real -- | |
| Crying, Mal nods. | |
| MAL | |
| 150. | |
| That death was the only escape? | |
| INSERT CUT: Mal PLUNGES to her death. | |
| MAL | |
| You killed me. | |
| Cobb looks at Mal. Whispers. | |
| COBB | |
| I was trying to save you -- I'm | |
| sorry. | |
| Mal comes in close to Cobb. Looks him over. | |
| MAL | |
| You infected my mind. You betrayed | |
| me. But you can make amends. You | |
| can still keep your promise. We can | |
| still be together- - right here. In | |
| our world. The world we built | |
| together. | |
| CUT TO: | |
| 253 INT. ELEVATOR - NIGHT 253 | |
| Arthur hits "Play" on his music player. Edith Piaf starts | |
| to ring out, Arthur checks his detonator and we -- | |
| CUT TO: | |
| 254 INT. ANTECHAMBER - DAY 254 | |
| Eames races back in, in the relative quiet he notices | |
| MASSIVE LOW-E MUSICAL TONES. He drops his gun and goes to | |
| Fischer's side. | |
| 255 INT. DUCT SYSTEM - HOSPITAL COMPLEX - CONTINUOUS 255 | |
| Saito musters all his remaining strength as the guard | |
| emerges. Saito FIRES, dropping the guard, then COLLAPSES, | |
| the gun clattering to the duct floor. Saito is dead. | |
| 256 INT. ANTECHAMBER - CONTINUOUS 256 | |
| Eames powers up the defibrillator, puts the paddles on | |
| Fischer's chest, then Pow!- he shocks him, and we -- | |
| 151. | |
| CUT TO: | |
| 257 INT. PENTHOUSE - LIMBO -DAY 257 | |
| LIGHTNING crackles across the sky. Ariadne sees it. | |
| ARIADNE | |
| We need Fischer. | |
| MAL | |
| You can't have him. | |
| Cobb stares at Mal. Mesmerized. | |
| COBB | |
| If I stay, can she take him back? | |
| ARIADNE | |
| Cobb, what are you saying? | |
| MAL | |
| Fischer's on the porch. | |
| ARIADNE | |
| Cobb, you can't do this. | |
| COBB | |
| Go check he's alive, Ariadne. | |
| Ariadne moves onto the porch, high above the metropolis, | |
| and we -- | |
| CUT TO: | |
| 258 INT. ELEVATOR - NIGHT 258 | |
| Arthur nods his head in time with the music, counting down, | |
| holding the detonator. He starts bracing himself, and we -- | |
| CUT TO: | |
| 259 INT. ANTECHAMBER - DAY 259 | |
| Eames recharges the defibrillator. SHOCKS Fischer again, | |
| and we -- | |
| CUT TO: | |
| 152. | |
| 260 EXT. PORCH, PENTHOUSE - LIMBO - DAY 260 | |
| Ariadne looks up as a LARGE BOLT OF LIGHTNING RIPS across | |
| the sky, she looks down to see Fischer, BOUND AND BLOODY, | |
| lying below the rail. | |
| ARIADNE | |
| He's here. And it's time. But you | |
| have to come with us. | |
| Another massive lightning strike flickers across the sky. | |
| ARIADNE | |
| Cobb, I'm not going to let you lose | |
| yourself in here! You have to get | |
| back to your children! | |
| COBB | |
| Send Fischer, I have to stay. | |
| ARIADNE | |
| You can't stay here to be with her | |
| -- | |
| Cobb turns from Mal. Looks at Ariadne. | |
| COBB | |
| I'm not. Saito is dead by now. That | |
| means he's here. I have to stay | |
| here and find him. | |
| Ariadne removes Fischer's gag, pulls him up, onto the rail. | |
| Cobb looks back at Mal. | |
| COBB | |
| I can't stay here to be with her | |
| because she's not real. | |
| Mal looks at Cobb, furious. | |
| MAL | |
| Not real? I'm the only thing you do | |
| believe in anymore. Here doesn't | |
| this feel real, Dom? | |
| She STABS him in the chest, Cobb WHEEZES, GASPING, looking | |
| at Mal. | |
| COBB | |
| 153. | |
| I wish you were. But I couldn't | |
| make you real. I'm not capable of | |
| imagining you in all your | |
| complexity and -- perfection. As | |
| you really were. You're the best I | |
| can do. And you're not real. | |
| Mal pulls the knife and moves to STRIKE again. | |
| ARIADNE | |
| No! | |
| A SHOT rings out, Mal GRABS her shoulder, Cobb turns to | |
| Ariadne, who is pointing Cobb's gun. | |
| COBB | |
| What're you doing? | |
| ARIADNE | |
| Improvising. | |
| She KICKS Fischer off the roos, AIMS again at Mal. | |
| Fischer DROPS as the sky LIGHTS UP WITH ELECTRICITY. | |
| Fischer SCREAMS, then GASPS, no longer falling, and we are | |
| -- | |
| 261 INT. ANTECHAMBER - DAY 261 | |
| Eames pulls the defibrillator from Fischer's chest as he | |
| COUGHS AWAKE. | |
| EAMES | |
| Get in there, quick! | |
| Fischer looks up at the double doors. STAGGERS to his feet. | |
| Fischer pushes open the doors to the STRONGROOM. | |
| 262 INT. STRONGROOM - CONTINUOUS 262 | |
| Fischer walks into the silent white room. At one end of the | |
| room is a bed. A figure lies in the bed. His FATHER. | |
| Breathing with tremendous difficulty. Dying. And we -- | |
| CUT TO: | |
| 263 EXT. PENTHOUSE - LIMBO - DAY 263 | |
| 154. | |
| Ariadne takes aim at Mal. | |
| COBB | |
| No! | |
| Cobb holds Ariadne's gaze. She lowers the gun. And we -- | |
| CUT TO: | |
| Eames GRABS the detonator, then moves to the door of the | |
| strongroom. | |
| CUT TO: | |
| 264 INT. ELEVATOR - HOTEL - NIGHT 264 | |
| Arthur HITS THE DETONATOR. | |
| 265 INT. ELEVATOR SHAFT - CONTINUOUS 265 | |
| The CHARGES on the bottom of the elevator EXPLODE, and we | |
| move into EXTREME SLOW MOTION as the flames BALLOON. | |
| CUT TO: | |
| 266 INT. STRONGROOM - CONTINUOUS 266 | |
| A RUMBLE BUILDS as Fischer approaches the bed, overcome | |
| with emotion. His Father sees him. Starts trying to speak. | |
| Fischer leans in. | |
| FATHER | |
| (hoarse whisper) | |
| I -- was -- dis -- dis -- | |
| FISCHER | |
| I know, Dad. You were disappointed | |
| that I couldn't be you. | |
| The dying man SHAKES HIS HEAD with surprising energy. | |
| FATHER | |
| (whisper) | |
| I was disappointed -- that you | |
| tried. | |
| Fischer hears this. And we -- | |
| CUT TO: | |
| 155. | |
| 267 INT. ELEVATOR SHAFT - NIGHT 267 | |
| The elevator car is ROCKETED along its track by the | |
| explosion. | |
| 268 INT. ELEVATOR - CONTINUOUS 268 | |
| Arthur is SMASHED against the floor of the car next to the | |
| sleepers who SHUDDER with the force of ACCELERATION and we | |
| -- | |
| CUT TO: | |
| 269 INT. ANTECHAMBER - DAY 269 | |
| Eames WATCHES Fischer- | |
| EAMES | |
| (to himself) | |
| Come on, come on -- | |
| 270 INT. STRONGROOM - DAY 270 | |
| The Father collapses back onto the pillow. Fischer starts | |
| to weep. His Father reaches out a trembling hand but when | |
| Fischer tries to hold IT, he SHAKES his son's hand away. | |
| He is reaching for the SAFE next to his bed. His fingers | |
| fumble at the keypad, he can't open it. His son pushes | |
| 5,2,8,4,9,1 into the keypad. Opens it. Inside the safe is | |
| the WILL. And beside it is a HOMEMADE PINWHEEL, clearly | |
| made by a child. By Fischer. He takes it out, MARVELING at | |
| it. He turns to his father, but his father is dead. | |
| Eames, watching from the door, HITS THE DETONATOR. | |
| 271 EXT. HOSPITAL COMPLEX - CONTINUOUS 271 | |
| A line of EXPLOSIONS RIPS ALONG THE LOWER WALL, the ENTIRE | |
| BUILDING STARTS TO SLIDE DOWN THE MOUNTAIN. | |
| 272 EXT. PENTHOUSE - LIMBO - DAY 272 | |
| A FIERCE WIND starts HOWLING through the house as the sky | |
| outside DARKENS. Cobb shields Mal against the blast, looks | |
| up at Ariadne, who HOLDS the railing, FIGHTING the wind. | |
| COBB | |
| 156. | |
| That's the kick, you have to go! | |
| ARIADNE | |
| You're coming! | |
| COBB | |
| No, I'm not. I'm staying here to | |
| find Saito. | |
| (turns to Mal) | |
| And to say goodbye. | |
| Ariadne loosens her grip on the railing. | |
| ARIADNE | |
| Don't lose yourself. Find Saito. | |
| And bring him back. | |
| COBB | |
| I will. | |
| Ariadne lets the wind pull her off the edge, FALLING and we | |
| -- | |
| 273 INT. ANTECHAMBER - CONTINUOUS 273 | |
| Ariadne DROPS as the FLOOR COLLAPSES, her eyes SNAP OPEN. | |
| 274 EXT. PENTHOUSE - LIMBO - DAY 274 | |
| Cobb holds Mal in his arms. The wind DIES. | |
| MAL | |
| We'd be together forever. You | |
| promised me. | |
| COBB | |
| I know. But we can't. And I'm | |
| sorry. | |
| MAL | |
| You remember when you asked me to | |
| marry you? You said you dreamt that | |
| we'd grow old together. | |
| COBB | |
| And we did -- | |
| Mal looks at Cobb, thinking. Remembering. | |
| 157. | |
| INSERT CUT: TWO ELDERLY PEOPLE (MAL AND COBB) WALK THROUGH | |
| LIMBO. ACROSS A WASTELAND. TWO ELDERLY HANDS CLUTCH EACH | |
| OTHER AS THEY LIE DOWN ON THE RAILROAD TRACK. | |
| COBB | |
| I miss you more than I can bear -- | |
| but we had our time together. And | |
| now I have to let go -- | |
| She nods, weakly. Cobb holds Mal as her eyes close. DYING | |
| and we -- | |
| 275 INT. STRONGROOM - CONTINUOUS 275 | |
| Fischer and his Father's body DROP AWAY. | |
| 276 INT. ELEVATOR - NIGHT 276 | |
| Ariadne DROPS inside the ROCKETING ELEVATOR, and as it | |
| SMASHES INTO THE TOP OF THE SHAFT Ariadne SMASHES into -- | |
| 277 INT/EXT. VAN INTO RIVER - DAY 277 | |
| THE WATER, THE VAN CRUNCHING WITH THE IMPACT. WATER | |
| CRASHING THROUGH THE BROKEN WINDOWS FLOODING THE INTERIOR. | |
| Fischer's EYES OPEN, PANICKING- he UNBUCKLES HIMSELF, | |
| pushes out of the broken window- STOPS, goes back to | |
| UNBUCKLE Browning and DRAG him out. | |
| 278 EXT. RIVER - CONTINUOUS 278 | |
| Fischer breaks the surface with Browning, who COUGHS and | |
| GASPS. He starts PULLING for the near bank, struggling | |
| through the rain-impacted water. | |
| 279 INT. VAN - UNDERWATER - CONTINUOUS 279 | |
| Ariadne, Arthur and Yusuf wait calmly underwater. They are | |
| sharing TWO REGULATORS pulled from beneath the front seat. | |
| Arthur turns to Saito. There is blood in the water around | |
| Saito's belly, his eyes are LIFELESS. Arthur feels for a | |
| pulse, turns to Cobb, whose eyes are lifeless. Ariadne | |
| GRABS Arthur's elbow, pulling him away. | |
| 280 EXT. RIVERBANK - MOMENTS LATER 280 | |
| 158. | |
| Fischer turns Browning/Eames over. They lie there, | |
| exhausted. | |
| BROWNING | |
| I'm sorry, Robert. | |
| Fischer stares at the rain on the water. | |
| FISCHER | |
| The will means that Dad wanted me | |
| to be my own man, not live for him. | |
| (turns to Browning) ) | |
| And I'm going to, Uncle Peter. | |
| Browning nods. Wipes the rain from his face. In the puddle | |
| beside them, the reflection is not Browning, but Eames. | |
| 281 EXT. UNDERNEATH BRIDGE IN THE RAIN - MOMENTS LATER 281 | |
| Arthur sits on the riverbank, breathing heavily. | |
| ARTHUR | |
| What happened? | |
| ARIADNE | |
| Cobb stayed. | |
| ARTHUR | |
| With Mal? | |
| ARIADNE | |
| No. To find Saito. | |
| Arthur looks out at the water below the bridge. | |
| ARTHUR | |
| He'll be lost -- | |
| ARIADNE | |
| No. He'll be alright. | |
| And we -- | |
| CUT TO: | |
| 282 EXT. DAWN - CRASHING SURF 282 | |
| The waves TOSS a BEARDED MAN onto wet sand. | |
| 159. | |
| As the Japanese Security Guard turns him onto his back, we | |
| realize that this is Cobb OLDER. WEARY. TRAVELLED. | |
| 283 INT. DINING ROOM - CASTLE - DAY 283 | |
| Cobb WOLFS his food. The Elderly Japanese Man (Saito, 90 | |
| years old) watches him. | |
| SAITO | |
| So- - have you come to kill me? | |
| Cobb does not look up. | |
| SAITO | |
| I've been waiting for someone to | |
| come for me -- | |
| COBB | |
| Someone from your half-remembered | |
| dream--? | |
| Saito peers at Cobb. | |
| SAITO | |
| Cobb? Not possible, he and I were | |
| young men together. And I am an old | |
| man -- | |
| COBB | |
| Filled with regret? | |
| Saito REMEMBERS, nods. | |
| SAITO | |
| Waiting to die alone, yes. | |
| Cobb is STARING at something on the table. | |
| COBB | |
| I came back for you. I came to | |
| remind you of what you once knew. | |
| Cobb gestures at the table. Saito follows his gaze down to | |
| the polished surface of the table. | |
| COBB | |
| That this world is not real. | |
| The top IS STILL SPINNING PERFECTLY, AS IF IT WILL NEVER | |
| TOPPLE. Saito looks at the top. Then back to Cobb. | |
| 160. | |
| SAITO | |
| You came to convince me to honor | |
| our arrangement? | |
| COBB | |
| Yes. And to take a leap of faith. | |
| As Saito-san listens to Cobb, he looks at the GUN on the | |
| table between them. | |
| COBB | |
| Come back and we'll be young men | |
| together again. | |
| The elderly Saito looks at Cobb. Nods. And we -- | |
| CUT TO: | |
| 284 INT. FIRST CLASS CABIN - 747 - DAY 284 | |
| Ariadne watches Cobb. His eyes are closed. | |
| FLIGHT ATTENDANT (O.S.) | |
| Hot towel, sir? | |
| His EYES FLICKER OPEN. He takes the towel with a nod. | |
| Ariadne smiles. Relieved. | |
| FLIGHT ATTENDANT | |
| We'll be landing in Los Angeles in | |
| about twenty minutes. Do you need | |
| immigration forms? | |
| Cobb nods. Takes a landing card. Looks around the cabin. | |
| Saito is WATCHING him. Serious. Haunted. Holding Cobb's | |
| gaze, SAITO PICKS UP THE PHONE AND DIALS. Cobb nods thanks. | |
| 285 INT. ARRIVALS - LAX - LATER 285 | |
| Cobb steps forwards to the IMMIGRATION OFFICIAL. Hands him | |
| his passport. Nervous. The Official takes a beat, looks | |
| Cobb up and down, then WHUMP!- the passport is stamped. As | |
| Cobb takes it back, he spots Ariadne at the next counter. | |
| She nods at him. He nods back. Then moves off. | |
| As Cobb passes through baggage claim, he exchanges subtle | |
| greetings with Eames and Yusuf. | |
| 161. | |
| Arthur smiles broadly at Cobb. Cobb brushes past Fischer, | |
| who glances back at him as if thinking maybe he should know | |
| him, then moves on. | |
| As Cobb emerges into the crowded arrivals hall, he spots | |
| Professor Miles, waving at him. | |
| 286 INT. KITCHEN - COBB AND MAL'S HOUSE - DAY 286 | |
| Cobb enters with Miles. Drops his bags. Moves to the table, | |
| looking out at the overgrown garden. He reaches into his | |
| pocket, takes out his pewter spinning top, lowers it to the | |
| table and SPINS IT, a CHILD'S SHOUT makes him look up. | |
| Through the window, James and Philippa have run into view, | |
| playing, THEIR FACES TURNED AWAY. Cobb STARES at the back | |
| of his children's heads. Miles moves to the window and | |
| KNOCKS on the glass. | |
| James and Philippa TURN, see their Dad. He steps to the | |
| window, watching their BRIGHT FACES SHINING as they run | |
| towards him. | |
| Behind him, on the table, the spinning top is STILL | |
| SPINNING. And we -- | |
| FADE OUT. | |