Incarnate

Come on, Cameron.

- Is it Dad?

- No.

Come on. Let's cook.

What are we eating?

Spaghetti?

Or...

..spaghetti?

Come on. Help me make the sauce.

Lindsey, what are you doing?

Answer the phone.

You can't ignore me, alright?

He's my kid too. I have...

Alright, look. I'm sorry, OK?

Just...just let me talk to him.

I didn't mean to hit him, OK?

It was an accident, alright?

I would never intentionally

hurt him like that.

You know that. OK?

And I've apologised.

What the hell

do you want from me?

Honey?

- Everything OK in there?

- One second, Mom.

You OK?

Mom?

Mom!

What? What?

No!

Cameron?

Sail!

Oh. Could be important.

- More important than right now?

- No.

- Can I help you?

- Yeah.

You could have answered

your damn phone.

It's time to go, Henry.

- How do you know my name?

- You want me to call security?

No. Wait, wait, wait, wait.

Who are you?

What's this about?

Look at your watch.

What's it say?

1:
46.

It's been 1:
46

since you came in here.

My watch froze. So what?

I guarantee you

every watch and clock

in this place

says the exact same thing.

Alright, crazy guy.

Security!

Time for you to go.

You know what this is?

It's something important to you.

It's to help you remember

who you really are.

My brother gave me this

when I became partner.

That's right. You're a lawyer,

Henry. You work all the time.

You have no social life.

You don't go out.

And to be painfully honest,

women don't even look

in your general direction.

We're not in a nightclub.

You're not surrounded

by beautiful women.

Wake up, buddy.

We're in your head.

It's time for you to go.

That's rude.

Whoa!

You gave them the power, Henry.

You can take it back.

He's just messing

with you, babe.

Ooh!

That all you got?

- Looking for Maggie?

- Where is she?

She says she's so very sorry

about your little boy.

- F*ck you!

- Get him out of here.

- Better luck next time.

- Look out the window, Henry.

Something wrong, Henry?

- Come on.

- Oh...

Don't look at them.

Keep moving.

I'm losing my mind.

Losing my mind.

- Shit.

- What? What?

Did you really think I was

gonna make it that easy for you?

- What's your favourite colour?

- I don't have a favourite.

What colour's your car?

Your best suit?

- Favourite sweater? Come on!

- What?

I need to make an escape route,

something true.

- Answer the question.

- Green.

Where the f*ck

did that come from?

Come on!

What the hell is this?

This is where

we break down the illusion.

If you want to wake up

from this, jump.

- Henry, open the door!

- F*ck that.

Open the door!

- Henry, let me in!

- But, baby...

But your eyes are black.

Baby, he slipped

something into your drink.

Henry! Jump, now.

You won't get another chance.

You can't make me do this.

I can't make you do anything.

You have to believe

it will work.

Open the door! Let me in!

Come on. Open the door!

Let me in!

- You go first.

- If that would help, I would.

But you have to

make the choice.

Come with me, Henry.

No!

No! No!

Alright. Rise and shine, boss.

You did it. Another one

bites the dust, huh?

Welcome back to reality.

How many fingers

am I holding up?

Oliver, get your damn

thumb out of my face.

Alright. You'll live.

Maggie wasn't there.

After 15 dives, we've lost her.

I know.

But we'll get her.

She can't hide forever.

She's taunting me, Oliver.

It's a game to her.

You.

You were in my dream.

Wasn't a fucking dream.

Arggh!

This is gonna be the end of you.

You know that, right?

We'll lower the dosage

next time.

Can't lower the dosage.

The problem is you, boss.

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