Philip K. Dick's Electric Dreams

I'm just sayin'.

Can't believe that Harris and Bakshi would be stupid enough

to set foot in the States again. I mean, why take the chance?

They're gonna be permanent residents in Jakarta or Singapore

or wherever the fuck they are by now.

Are you gonna eat those fingers?

Hey. Sarah.

- - What?

Your fingers, are you gonna... eat 'em?

They're called fries.

Look, I hate to say this, Chief,

but I think we're really chasing our tails here.

I keep telling you they're here.

They're gonna lead us back to Colin.

Sorry.

You need a break.

I'm fine.

Bill.

Well, I guess we're leaving.

Cruising speed back to the precinct.

You know, Sarah, you're not alone in this.

The massacre affected the entire department.

Three of the guys were in my class at the Academy.

I want to find Colin and the guys that did this too.

_

How many was that?

More than two.

Less than ten.

Come on.

They keep telling me to let it go, but...

Every time I close my eyes, I'm right back there.

In the street.

Hearing the gunshots.

It's like it's happening all over again.

It's not.

It's over. It's in the past.

Not for me.

Part of me's still there.

Still lying in a pool of blood.

Waiting for it to be my turn.

What is that?

A vacation.

I'm not into the whole virtual tropical beach thing.

Oh, no? No, I didn't know that.

No, it's not just another simulation.

- It's another life. - A life?

You know how, when you're in a dream,

you're still yourself,

but it's not exactly this version of you?

Sorta.

Well, when you're in a dream,

you're essentially living another life.

Right? You're in another world with another set of rules

that you accept as reality.

That's what this is.

It's another life that you will accept as reality

just as firmly as you accept this one.

You're not just gonna be somewhere else.

You're gonna be someone else.

Who will I be?

I don't know.

Every user's experience is different.

But it will be someone

based on your own thoughts and dreams

drawn directly from your own subconscious.

It's a vacation from your life.

That does sound pretty fucking great right about now.

How long is it?

Just a couple hours to start.

See if you like it.

Okay? If you don't, I'll send it back to development

with a "dissatisfied customer" tag.

I think your head and your heart could really use a break

from being you.

You're too good to me.

I don't deserve you.

Just have a great vacation.

George. George, what're you doing, man?

We gotta move.

Come on. Holy shit.

You're bleeding, man. Are you okay?

Okay.

I don't know. I don't know.

I can't really think straight.

You're good. You're good.

Okay. Let's go.

Wh... where are we?

Ha-ha, very funny, man. Look, stay sharp.

- All right, here we go. - What the fuck are you doing?

- What the fuck are you... - Don't move!

Let's go.

Stay right there.

You must think I'm pretty stupid.

- Yeah, we do. - Sorry, what was that?

- Well, I do. - Yeah, I fucking heard you

the first time, you fucking twat.

What're you doing?

You want to get his weapon?

Just fucking pull it out, for fuck's sake.

Hey, George. George.

What're you doing, man?

You thought you'd just drop in and... and do me in?

All of this was just...

was just avoidable.

Unnecessary.

You just had to do what I asked.

That's all.

But now...

Aah!

You know, I, um...

I once cut a man's finger off,

and I made his mate eat it while he watched.

- Okay, what? - It was disgusting.

Okay. No.

The only thing that's worse than that...

is to cut off his own finger and make him eat it himself.

Okay, what the fuck is wrong with you?

I'm seeing if you're hungry, mate.

Don't move!

Don't move. Don't move.

George, Colin's getting away.

- He's running. Come on. -

Fuck!

We've got to get out of here before the cops get here.

Come on, George!

Where we goin'?

C'mon!

Take us home. Best speed.

George, what're you doin', man?

I don't know. Everything's still fuzzy.

Maybe you should drive.

How'd you do that?

How you doing over there, George, are you okay?

I don't know.

I'm not sure yet.

You should really get that looked at.

Should I call Paula?

Who?

Paula. You know Paula.

You don't remember Paula. Do you remember me?

Yeah, you're... you're Chris.

Chr... Chris Ginsburg.

We've been friends...

for a long time.

Right, okay, so I think...

think you might have a concussion, all right, just...

we're gonna get you home, and then I'm gonna call Paula.

It's just a superficial laceration.

- You don't need stitches. - Good.

Chances are, you might have a concussion.

Don't go to bed for the next six hours,

and stay away from drugs and alcohol.

You think you can handle that?

Sure.

I mean it, George.

I heard you.

How's your memory?

I mean, fuzzy, but it's coming back.

What's your name?

George Miller.

Social security?

What's your social security number?

Well, who do you work for?

: I don't know.

I run AvaCom Data Systems.

It's... my company.

I built it... in 2012.

Net worth?

3, 4, uh... billion.

Close enough.

After all,

what's a billion or two between friends?

George, do you want me to stay?

No, I'm... I'm good.

Thank you.

Hey, man.

So, uh, the police found the bodies.

No sign of Colin.

- Of course. - Colin...

Are you okay?

George?

Uh, listen, I'm gonna go get Paula back in here...

No, no, no, it's not physical.

It's, um... it's more mental.