(bell rings)
(slow synth music)
- Run!
Keep running!
Run!
(slow electronic music)
(speaking in foreign language)
- No!
- Something on your mind, Anton?
Excellent, thank god.
You have no idea how important this memorandum is.
It is essential to the future of this company.
You must tell me how you found it.
- No big deal.
With the evidence at hand.
- Hmm, you may look like a,
an overgrown adolescent, but you have
something special.
A drink
to celebrate?
- Just the check, please.
- Of course.
(slow ambient music)
Next time, negotiate the price before taking the job.
(Mr. Keith chuckles)
(slow ambient music)
- Mr. Keith.
Now that you have the memo,
what do you intend to do with it?
- I see you have deduced some other things.
But perhaps you should concern yourself
with deducing the things you are paid
to deduce. (slow ambient music)
What do you say?
(gun dry fires)
(guard laughs)
(Mr. Keith chuckles)
However,
I won't mention it to my friends.
I like you, Anton, your father would have been very proud.
(slow electronic music)
- [Dan] Why Lah so broke, huh?
- [Anton] Don't know, crap pay, maybe.
- I'll bank this today, you'll get your cut
in three this time, this time, I'm only get 10% out
of 600 fucking ringgit?
(speaking in foreign language)
Hey, how am I gonna promote you
from trainee to partner if you cannot nego, huh, bodo?
- Hey, I forgot, okay?
(Dan sighs)
Geez.
Is this it? - What?
- You know, being a PI,
I'd always imagined it to be--
- More glamorous, hmm? (slow electronic music)
Grow up, there's no job in the world that doesn't suck.
(slow electronic music)
What's that?
- Violet Horizons by Joseph Tone.
- What else did he write?
- Chaos is my Order, Sultan Street Serenade.
You know, if it wasn't for this guy,
I'd be flipping burgers by now.
- This work, in real life,
the femme fatal is a 250 pound auntie with frizzy hair,
and she wants you to find her cute
and harmless little poodle.
Cute and harmless. (speaking in foreign language)
(slow electronic music)
Hey, tomorrow I'm off, remember that training job
in Sentul, you think you're ready
to guard the keys to my little kingdom, in the meantime?
(slow electronic music)
Hey, my secondary number, in case,
if you get into any shit, which you won't,
if you follow my instructions, right, right?
(slow electronic music)
Seriously, bro.
This job is as boring as any other job.
- Can't be as boring as house sitting your shit hole.
Hey, shit, man.
- Oh.
Look.
(slow electronic music)
The turkey is in the oven.
(slow electronic music)
Mm. (slow electronic music)
Perks of the job, boy.
(slow electronic music)
(speaking in foreign language)
(car door slams)
- From across many oceans, the seeker came.
As time wore on, the seeker forgot his quest,
and sought a new riddle,
which led him to the land beyond the Kingdom of Plain Sight.
(motorcycle engine revs)
In the Kingdom of the Hidden,
he found happiness at last with the princess.
(slow electronic music)
And the princess bore a child.
(slow electronic music)
But the walls separating the child's two worlds was thin.
(slow electronic music)
So the Hidden Ones watched, waiting
for the wall to crumble.
(slow ambient music)
(Anton gasps)
(slow synth music)
- This all you got so far?
- For now.
- Still, I'm impressed you located this one.
Midnight Marshal number one,
a true collector's item, well done.
- The trick is to notice something others often miss.
- And have you noticed something?
Have you read this?
The Lathe of Heaven, it's about an ordinary man
who discovers he has extraordinary powers
to alter reality with his dreams.
- I prefer a mystery.
- Detective novels for the novel detective.
I quite enjoy science fiction.
But fantasy, now, there's my favorite genre.
- Wizards, dragons, and magic, stuff like that?
- There's so much more to fantasy than
that fanboy claptrap. (slow synth music)
Ah.
Yes, classic game book of your genre persuasion.
Back in the day, it was quite popular in a series,
it's forgotten now.
This copy may well be the last one in existence.
(slow electronic music)
Any other leads?
- Well, I'm working on picking up more clues.
- Just make sure you don't pick up any misleading ones,
not everything is as they seem.
(slow electronic music)
- [Anton Voiceover] No author, no publishing house?
That's odd. (slow ambient music)
A child's fearful dream of falling is praised as a gift
to learn to fly the next night.
(slow ambient music)
(phone rings) (slow ambient music)
(phone rings)
(slow ambient music)
(phone rings)
(slow synth music)
- A long time ago, I lived, worked, and married here,
but things didn't work out.
- Your husband was also a foreigner?
- No, he was a local.
Like I said,
we divorced, I left,
my company moved me to Thailand, but
we had a child,
a daughter.
Every month, I'd send her money, but I,
I never visited
until last year. - To see your daughter?
- No, to find her, she went missing, Mr. Shaw,
for a year, and the police here?
They made no progress whatsoever.
- My boss, Mr. Dan Hamzi, he's the one you should--
- But he's not here, is he?
You are. (slow synth music)
- I usually find things, Mrs. Numan, not people.
(slow synth music)
Do you know any reason why she'd want to disappear?
- No. (slow synth music)
In fact, I don't know anything about my daughter.
You see, Lamya, she had difficulties
in communicating with others, until she found a way
to express herself through her canvas.
I found out about this exhibit on the internet,
marking the one year anniversary of her disappearance.
This is where you can begin.
- What if she's dead?
- Then at least I'll have a body to bury, and to mourn.
Please, just look at her. (slow synth music)
As you can see,
I can pay very handsomely.
Oh, and one more thing.
Please be discreet, I'm on a visitor's visa, and, well.
You know.
- Absolutely. (slow synth music)
(moves into slow electronic music)
It seems strange, I don't know how or why she chose me.
I'm not even a licensed private eye.
(slow electronic music)
But there felt
a deeper meaning. (slow electronic music)
Not that it mattered, for the amount
of coin this lady was willing to pony up,
I'd find her daughter, her brother,
her mother, and her ancestors.
(slow electronic music)
¶ I ¶
¶ Had enough before ¶
¶ Eyes ¶
¶ Pouring through my soul ¶
¶ Pulsing lights ¶
¶ Shadow dancing ¶
¶ Captivating ¶
¶ The past ¶
(lighter clicks)
¶ Moments unfolding ¶
¶ Remembering your touch ¶
¶ I would do it ¶
¶ All over again ¶
¶ With you ¶
(phone rings)
(speaking in foreign language)
- Hell of a time for you to bug me.
- [Anton] It's important, do you remember Lamya Shahruddin?
- Yeah, I remember that case.
What can I say, sometimes people just disappear.
- [Anton] Like me?
- What do you want, Anton?
- [Anton] I need a favor.
You still got friends in the police?
- What do I look like?
- [Anton] I need some info from Missing Persons.
- Oi, you're not gonna do something stupid, right?
- [Anton] It's for research, you know me, nosy as hell.
(speaking in foreign language)
¶ Eyes pouring through your soul ¶
¶ Pulsing lights ¶
- [Anton] So can you help me?
¶ Shadow dancing ¶
- Why should I, because of you, I lost my mark.
- No, you haven't, I saw a woman walk out
with a guy to that hotel, your marks, correct?
I saw him spinning a room key,
and I caught the first two digits, six and one.
Now, that hotel only has three digit rooms,
and 610 to 619 run across the east facade,
with the windows facing out.
You should have a good vantage point from the roof
of this building, if they don't shut the curtains.
(slow electronic music)
- Did you renegotiate your pay with Keith?
- Dan, help me out here, please.
(Dan sighs)
- Fine.
But no funny stuff, hmm?
Don't try to play the hero, or some shit.
Oi. (slow electronic music)
Feeling stuffy much? (slow electronic music)
- The suit makes the man, kiddo.
I'll just give that a tug there.
There you go, nothing fancy, like a Windsor knot.
Never trust a man with a Windsor knot.
You know who said that?
You don't like super spies, why not?
- Detectives are better, like you.
- [Sheldon] But we both solve crimes.
- Come on, he's a terribly spy.
- Why is he a terrible spy?
- [Anton] He tells everyone who he is.
- Well, he tells them who he is, but not what he does.
You wanna know what real detectives do?
Spy on people,
to get information. - And that's it?
- That's the real world, kiddo.
- So what do spies do in the real world?
- If we knew that,
they wouldn't be very good spies, would they?
- I'll worry about the real world once I'm grown up.
- Come on, finish your shake, we'll be late
for the memorial. (slow synth music)
(moves into slow electronic music)
Weapon of choice. (slow synth music)
Ammo of choice.
Slug, not buckshot.
More stopping power. (slow electronic music)
Less spread, less mess. (slow electronic music)
Take a man's head clean off.
(slow electronic music)
- [Corinne] Explain again why you're here?
- [Anton] Lamya's mother asked me to help find her.
- I am Lamya's mother.
- Since she was 13.
- Strange. (bell clangs)
That harpy never gave a shit before.
You're a private investigator?
- [Anton] Yes, I am.
- [Corinne] My late husband, during the Senoi Praaq,
fighting commies during the emergency.
- Was he-- - Senoi, sure.
Not that it helped.
- They're the masters of lucid dreaming.
- Right.
Whatever that means, something to do with controlling dreams
to overcome nightmares?
- [Anton] A child's fearful dream of falling
is praised as a gift to learn to fly the next night.
- John Hassell.
Are you of indigenous descent?
- [Anton] Part of me is.
- Ah.
Which tribe?
- The oldest. (slow music)
(lighter clicks) (melancholy synth music)
- We never connected, me and her.
She always had this look about her.
(speaking in foreign language)
You know, especially after her old man passed on.
We never forced her to do anything,
figured if she was doing something she loved,
she would open up,
but no. (melancholy synth music)
She just disappeared into her own private world.
Even more.
- Did she have any friends at the university,
men and the likes?
- Secretive was Lamya's middle name, Detective.
So.
We don't know what she got up to outside,
girls will be girls. (melancholy synth music)
Maybe this will help, this is her poetry and prose book.
It was her way out.
Maybe it will show you which way she went.
- [Lamya] On the streets of Primrose Hill,
autumn was almost at end to make way
for the harsh realities of winter.
Here, in my room, at my dorms,
I can only imagine how beautiful those brown dying leaves
must look as they float to the ground.
Outside my window, the clouds mark the coming
of the monsoon, of darker times.
Could this be an omen, it's only my first year here
in college, but it's nothing like how I imagined.
There's no sense of community here,
and I doubt there ever will, not at home,
not here, not anywhere.
I only have one refuge,
my dreams. (slow synth music)
(slow electronic music)
Look at me. (slow electronic music)
What do you see?
(slow electronic music)
- [Anton] I see my dream.
(slow electronic music)
- [Lamya] Am I real?
- [Anton] Yes.
(slow electronic music)
- [Lamya] Then I'm no dream.
- [Anton] It sure feels like one.
- [Lamya] Yet you believe it's real.
- [Anton] I believe what I see.
(slow electronic music)
- [Lamya] How can you believe in someone
that you don't know?
(slow electronic music)
- [Anton] I've always known you.
- [Lamya] And I, you.
(slow electronic music)
- I know everything I need to know about her,
but I still had no idea where she was.
I only had one feasible lead.
(slow electronic music)
She's been missing for more than a year now.
- [Rosa] So are 1,000 other people,
you're looking for them, as well?
- Her parents hired me to find her.
- And what have you found out, Mr. Detective man?
- [Anton] You, her best friend, her only friend.
- We were classmates, I don't think we were pals.
(slow electronic music)
- Did she date?
- No.
She was a good girl.
But that didn't stop guys from lusting after her.
(slow electronic music)
- [Anton] Like who?
- [Rosa] My dance professor.
- He tried it on? - Definitely did.
He even set up a special tutorial for her, anyway,
she ditched his class as soon as he revealed his hand.
(slow electronic music)
About a week after, before she vanished, actually.
(slow electronic music)
- And do you think he-- - Maybe.
But 60 alibis said that the turd was
in tutorial the whole day, police questioned him,
cleared him. (slow electronic music)
- Cops ask the wrong questions.
(slow electronic music)
- You know, you look kind of familiar.
Have we met?
(Anton clears throat)
- If we did,
it'll come back to me.
(footsteps echo)
- No.
- It's about Lamya.
- Make it quick, I have a staff meeting to attend.
- At this hour?
- It is night school, you fool.
- I understand Lamya spoke to you in many occasions,
do you think she ran away?
And if so,
what was she running from?
(Dr. Ravi snickers)
- What else?
Reality.
My dear man, I'm surprised she didn't do it sooner.
The poor child, and if she found someone
to share her delusion,
then I wouldn't be surprised if she ran off with him.
- Unfortunately, it wasn't you.
- [Dr. Ravi] What?
- Or did you only want to?
Did she turn you down, laugh in your face?
- [Dr. Ravi] What are you insinuating?
- Not me.
This. (slow ambient music)
(Dr. Ravi gasps)
My source informs me that she regularly handed you this book
to evaluate her writing talents.
Professor, (slow ambient music)
Professor, Professor? (dramatic dance music)
(mutters in foreign language)
Enough.
(dramatic dance music)
(yells in foreign language)
(Anton groans)
(dramatic dance music)
She wanted out, didn't she, she wanted out
from whatever shit stick you got her into,
but you couldn't let that happen, so you killed her.
- It wasn't me, it was them.
(speaking in foreign language)
- [Anton] Oh, fuck.
(dramatic dance music)
- You don't understand.
Nobody understands your stupid mind, stupid, stupid.
- Calm down.
- I thought I could join them, compose my own world,
open the gateway with my own craft, but I wasn't worthy.
I wasn't worthy.
(Dr. Ravi cries out)
You don't get it, do you, they denied me, me!
- What did they deny you?
(dramatic dance music)
- Is it you, you pissant? (laughs)
What makes you more worthy than me?
A learned man!
A learned man, who's wasted in this fucking shit hole,
and they wouldn't let me finish their story?
I ask you again,
is it you?
(Dr. Ravi cries out)
(speaking in foreign language)
Cloud walker, she was a cloud walker.
The door to a kingdom, the door.
It was there, it was there in her journal,
I tried to crack-- - Crack what?
- [Dr. Ravi] The combination, combination to her kingdom.
- Kingdom, the fuck are you talking about?
- Unlock the sequence, and the doors open,
the doorway to her dreams, dream
teller, storyteller, but they stopped me.
- Who?
- The Hidden Ones, they guard the doors against trespassers.
(Dr. Ravi chokes)
Trespassers like you.
- Fucker.
(Dr. Ravi laughs)
(speaking in foreign language)
Could I really die, could I re-dream it?
How was I rewriting the game book?
(slow electronic music)
If you think the art teacher is a person of interest,
go to page 26. (slow electronic music)
I had to find Lamya.
(slow electronic music)
¶ Here ¶
¶ We stand ¶
¶ Waiting ¶
¶ At the end ¶
¶ Here ¶
¶ We are ¶
¶ Calling ¶
¶ You ¶
¶ And these ¶
¶ Distant memories ¶
¶ Cover me ¶
¶ Yes, I do ¶
¶ Too ¶
- [Ms. Kahn] You know, you seem awfully familiar.
- [Anton] How so?
- [Ms. Kahn] I can't quite place it,
I can just smell it, you know?
Sweet scent of virginity.
(slow electronic music)
- I'm sorry?
- That's just it, the both of you are exactly alike,
like two aliens who've landed here from some foreign planet,
and you're just trying to find your space in this world,
which is so, well, alien to you.
Kind of like Superman, but without the babies.
- Do you believe in fate, Ms. Kahn?
- No, I believe in wants,
desires, fantasies.
Much like what Lamya did,
and we all have the need to express ourselves.
What do you desire most, Anton?
(slow electronic music)
- Ms. Kahn, please.
- Fine.
- [Anton] Did she date?
- We were roomies, not buddies,
but there was definitely someone interested in her.
Our art professor, he paid particular attention to her.
Yeah, he was the kind of guy who would say,
the younger the fiddle, the tighter its strings,
if you know what I mean. - He made a move?
- [Ms. Kahn] Yes, all the way
to setting up a special tutorial just for her.
Believe me, she ran like the wind the moment she found out.
That was the week before she disappeared, actually.
(dramatic electronic music)
(speaking in foreign language)
(phone beeps)
- [Phone] I'm sorry, that number is busy.
Please leave a message after the tone.
- [Anton] Dan, help me.
(slow electronic music)
(ominous synth music)
(door creaks)
The game book had changed everything somehow.
As the story changed in my mind, it changed in reality.
(slow ambient music)
If this even is reality.
(slow ambient music)
(speaking in foreign language)
(fortuneteller laughs)
(gun clicks)
(fortuneteller laughs)
(slow ambient music)
- Hey, are you nuts, meeting me here?
I could blow my operation.
- You got it?
- [Dan] Do you know what that fucking cost me?
- Oh, shit, no.
- What?
- No, no!
This is not her.
- [Dan] It's the only Lamya Shahruddin case there is.
- I'm not losing my mind, this is not her.
- What's going on?
- The body,
the body was just there.
And I had this tarot card in my hand, it's
with me somewhere. (slow electronic music)
- Okay.
- The book, the book, it's in the office.
I'll show you what happened.
They're gonna kill me, they're gonna fucking kill me.
I know it's a setup, but I have no choice.
They have her.
- Who's they?
- The bastards that took me, I,
I know it's them, I see their fucking faces every night
in my dreams. - Oh, okay, okay.
Calm down, let's start from the top.
How did this happen?
- This, this woman.
She asked me to find her daughter.
- What do you mean, asked?
You're not even licensed, you were just supposed
to hold the fort, not fucking do my job.
Anton,
are you taking your medicine?
(slow music)
Anton, go home.
- You don't believe me, do you?
- Come on, let's go.
- You think this is a fucking delusion?
- I know you're fucking delusional!
Now, go the fuck home. (slow music)
(Dan shouts)
Fuck it.
(slow synth music)
(Dan sighs) (slow synth music)
Anton.
I can't blow this case.
(slow synth music)
You're off your meds.
Tomorrow, tomorrow we'll go see the doctor, and
take some, okay? (slow synth music)
Okay, we'll, we'll deal with this tomorrow.
(slow synth music)
(phone beeps)
- [Anton] Mr. Keith, did you send someone
to my office a few days ago?
- [Mr. Keith] Who is this?
- [Anton] The guy you ripped off because you could.
- [Mr. Keith] Anton, how could I ever forget?
- Do you know a Louise Numan?
- [Mr. Keith] Can't say that I do, what is this about?
(slow electronic music)
- You're not her.
(speaking in foreign language)
Is Ms. Shahruddin here?
- Shahruddin, they moved, last year.
- What?
- Look, you go outside, I give you the address.
Oi!
(Anton cries out)
(Anton coughs)
(slow electronic music)
(moves into slow synth music)
- I'm a detective. (slow synth music)
- [Dan] You've got to have experience, a track record,
what do you have, huh?
Imagination? (scoffs)
- Why did you become a cop?
- Because of you, my bro.
Remember the first day that we ran into each other?
It felt good to be a hero.
I wanted to help other kids, too,
and when I met your dad, it sealed the deal.
- [Cop] How did you and Anton meet again after 30 years?
- He found me, and the kid has his dad's talents,
even as his mind is falling apart.
All his life, he couldn't remember what happened back then.
Pieces came back to him in his dreams.
He came back here looking for answers.
Since his dad died, I was the only anchor left
for him to the event.
- Then why did you quit?
(Dan laughs)
- Reality. (slow synth music)
It's complicated, listen, politics, oh, you know what?
I wanted to do my own thing.
- Same here. (slow synth music)
- He was sinking deeper into his childhood persona.
Okay, fine.
I'm gonna take you on as my assistant.
No, no, no, no, no, stop, stop, stop,
not an assistant, intern.
You help me out, follow my orders.
If you don't fuck up. (speaking in foreign language)
- Are you fucking serious?
- Don't get too excited, this is just a dry run.
If you fuck up, ch.
Understand?
(Anton laughs gratefully)
Okay, okay, okay, okay, relax, relax, relax.
The job gave him focus, maybe doing basic investigative work
could lead him back to his real self.
He was working.
I thought he was.
(slow electronic music)
- [Anton] Dan, help me.
(slow piano music)
My mind was unraveling.
It felt like if I could just find Lamya,
I might also find myself, understand what happened to me
when I was a kid, unlock my memories, but I had nothing.
(slow music)
Maybe one thing. (slow synth music)
(moves into slow electronic music)
Why is this happening to me?
- Isn't this what you wanted?
Mystery,
murder,
lust? (slow electronic music)
Everything you ever imagined,
everything you ever needed to love.
You thought it wasn't going to be a bumpy ride.
Every protagonist needs to be antagonized.
You're writing the story, Anton,
we just pick up the pieces, put them into place.
But if you're strong enough
to see it through the way you want it to,
you'll make it.
(Dr. Ravi shouts in foreign language)
(slow electronic music)
- No!
- Run!
Run!
Run, run!
No, no! (Gaunt Man laughs)
(Lamya shrieks)
¶ Coming back from a haunted grave ¶
¶ Isn't it amazing ¶
¶ On that mission ¶
¶ Far away, with thoughts of you ¶
¶ Coming back to me ¶
¶ Running circles in my head ¶
¶ I'm coming home ¶
¶ You're coming home ¶
¶ There's no way I would ¶
¶ Go back where you belong ¶
¶ Waking up from my morning grave ¶
¶ Illuminating ¶
¶ All my visions ¶
¶ Far away, with the thoughts of you ¶
¶ Come back to me ¶
¶ Running circles in my head ¶
¶ I'm coming home ¶
¶ You're coming home ¶
¶ There's no way I would ¶
¶ Go back where you belong ¶
¶ I'm coming home ¶
¶ You're coming home ¶
¶ There's no way we should ¶
¶ Go back where we belong ¶
(speaking in foreign language)
You, my pet. (slow ambient music)
- What do you want?
- To stop you! (slow ambient music)
No kid should wield that much power.
(slow ambient music)
But we'll fix you, we'll fix you fine.
- Where is Lamya?
(Gaunt Man laughs)
- Yes, of course, hook, line, and sinker,
he took the bait, jail bait. (laughs)
You boys are so fucking predictable. (laughs)
But why? (slow ambient music)
Why do you need her so much,
when we have each other?
(slow ambient music)
So.
Do you want to play?
Or run away into your book,
little boy? (dramatic music)
So you want to play?
Or run away to your book, little boy?
(dramatic electronic music)
(gun fires)
(henchmen shout) (dramatic electronic music)
Kid never want to stop playing, huh?
(dramatic electronic music)
(gun fires)
(gun clicks)
(dramatic electronic music)
I should have killed you when I had the chance.
(slow electronic music)
I should have ripped you into a million pieces
when I had the chance.
(slow electronic music)
(moves into dramatic electronic music)
(Anton cries out)
(dramatic electronic music)
(Anton cries out)
(dramatic electronic music)
(Anton cries out) (dramatic electronic music)
Play time's over, boy.
(dramatic electronic music)
(moves into slow ambient music)
It took a while.
But who's counting,
when the one who got away is back
in my loving arms.
You see,
boys will be boys.
¶ Waking up from my morning gaze ¶
¶ Illuminating ¶
¶ All my visions ¶
¶ Far away, with thoughts of you ¶
¶ Coming back to me ¶
¶ Running circles in my head ¶
¶ I'm coming home ¶
¶ We're going home ¶
¶ There is no way I would ¶
¶ Go back where I belong ¶
(slow synth music)
(Anton cries) (slow synth music)
- Ah, do you know how much damage you've done?
How much I've got to set right?
But we set her right, didn't we? (laughs)
(ominous synth music)
- Stay away from him, take me instead.
- You're not my type. (ominous synth music)
- She's mine, then. (ominous synth music)
- That bitch took it for you, you!
So you could run!
It's all your fault she's like this.
But it's good. (ominous synth music)
It's good we found each other.
Now, I've got another use for you.
Another use for you. (ominous synth music)
You'll be needing this for what comes next.
(Gaunt Man laughs) (ominous synth music)
See, pretty little girls aren't the only bait.
An old acquaintance owes me a pound of flesh,
and I always collect my due.
Khalid!
Your turn to do the honors. (ominous synth music)
(moves into dramatic dance music)
(Khalid spits)
(dramatic dance music)
(gun fires)
(dramatic dance music)
(gun fires)
(dramatic dance music)
(gun fires)
(dramatic dance music)
(gun fires)
(dramatic dance music)
- [Anton] You're supposed to be dead.
- Only in one version, kiddo.
You see what kind of a shit storm you get into
when you don't stick to your old man?
- You're the one who didn't stick around.
- But I paid a price for my sins, you were that price.
Tonight, we fix everything.
- She paid a price, too.
For me.
(slow synth music)
- Alone again, without even a person
to share this silence with.
I would have thought that would have been the way
for the rest of my time in this world,
another existence floating
amongst the living,
until fate brought me to my destiny.
(slow synth music)
(Anton gasps)
(slow synth music)
¶ All alone ¶
¶ Go somewhere, I will ¶
¶ Fight for you, I will ¶
- [Lamya Voiceover] The more I saw him,
the more I realized how similar we were,
two people awake in a world full of dreamers.
(slow synth music)
- It's not use.
He's already marked you.
- Who is he?
- [Louise] A devourer of dreams.
- And who are you?
- The one who makes them.
- Then who am I?
- [Louise] Isn't it obvious?
- You, (hyperventilating) you've come to take--
- Take you away from here. (warm synth music)
Shh, it's all right. (warm synth music)
Shh. (warm synth music)
It's all right, it's all right.
(warm synth music)
- But,
what about?
It's not a dream without him.
- If you go now, they will stop you.
- When will I see him again?
- [Louise] He'll join you eventually.
- You'll come for him, too?
- When he's ready. (warm synth music)
- There's something I have to do first.
(warm synth music)
These pages are for you.
One day,
I hope you'll find them,
and join me
on a threshold to a new beginning.
I will wait for you. (warm synth music)
(speaking in foreign language)
This is it,
isn't it?
- What?
- You,
we have to slay the beast (slow synth music)
forever. (slow synth music)
- But we won, right?
(slow synth music)
(gun fires)
(slow synth music)
(gun fires)
(slow synth music)
- Bastard!
(gun fires)
(slow electronic music)
- A lot can happen in one page, girl.
(slow electronic music)
Bleed for me, my pet.
Bleed for me. (slow electronic music)
(Gaunt Man growls)
(Lamya gasps)
(slow electronic music)
(Gaunt Man growls)
(slow electronic music)
- Slay the beast.
(Gaunt Man hisses)
(gun fires)
- How long has he been missing?
- Almost a week.
- Don't blame yourself, the man wasn't stable.
- You think I don't know that?
But I took him on, I had no right
to send him away when he needed me.
Too busy chasing influential socialites.
(slow synth music)
- You need help finding him?
(slow synth music)
- [Dan] You offering?
- Cash.
And perhaps a little intel.
(slow electronic music)
Do you believe in fate, Mr. Hamzi,
and life coming full circle?
Bring him home. (slow electronic music)
- Violet Horizons, by Joseph Tone.
You know, if it wasn't for this guy,
I'd be flipping burgers by now.
(slow electronic music)
This is not her!
- [Dan] It's the only Lamya Shahruddin case there is.
- [Anton] I'm not losing my mind, this is not her.
(slow synth music)
Our eyes locked as we prepared to die.
There was no turning back, no escape, only surrender.
I could feel my lifeblood warming the cold, hard concrete.
We may have been worlds apart, but as we lay there
in the same place where it all began, all those years ago,
we were meant to walk the clouds together.
Barely conscious, I rested in her arms as she struggled
to speak her last words.
(speaking in foreign language)
(slow electronic music)
(moves into ominous music)
(moves into slow ambient music)
(gun fires)
- Slay the beast.
(Gaunt Man hisses)
(gun fires)
(slow ambient music)
(Lamya cries out)
(slow ambient music)
(Lamya pants)
(slow synth music)
It's okay.
It doesn't hurt. (slow synth music)
Not anymore.
(slow synth music)
(speaking in foreign language)
(slow electronic music)
(train rattles) (slow electronic music)
¶ Breathing ¶
¶ You've crossed ¶
- [Dan] Anton.
¶ To bring my time ¶
¶ And through dreams I will walk ¶
¶ My ¶
¶ Time ¶
¶ Was scattered with you ¶
¶ We will ¶
¶ I will ¶
¶ Dreaming ¶
¶ I trust my heart ¶
¶ To bring my time ¶
¶ And through dreams I will walk ¶
¶ Hiding ¶
¶ Was scattered with you ¶
¶ With you ¶
¶ I ¶
¶ Will ¶
- [Lamya] What do you see?
(slow electronic music)
¶ Waking up from my morning gaze ¶
¶ Illuminating ¶
¶ All my visions ¶
¶ Far away, with my thoughts of you ¶
¶ Coming back to me ¶
¶ Running circles in my head ¶
¶ Wishing you were right here with me ¶
¶ Racing hearts beat ¶
¶ To the rhythm ¶
¶ Then I saw you just standing there ¶
¶ Smiling my way ¶
¶ Can't you rise with me, oh ¶
¶ Our dreams were made of this ¶
¶ Just you waiting ¶
¶ To be this ¶
¶ Whenever your face I see ¶
¶ It follows me ¶
¶ All the disco balls that alight ¶
¶ All our dreams were made of this ¶
¶ Just your waiting ¶
¶ To be us ¶
¶ Falling in your arms, try to see ¶
¶ We're falling ¶
¶ And the disco balls that light ¶
¶ Coming home ¶
¶ I'm coming home ¶
¶ There's no way I'd ¶
¶ Go back where I belong ¶
¶ Coming home ¶
¶ You're coming home ¶
¶ There's no way I'd go ¶
¶ 'Cause you're right here, and I'm home ¶
¶ Coming home ¶
¶ You're coming home ¶
¶ And there's no way I would ¶
¶ Go back where I belong ¶
¶ You're coming home ¶
¶ And there's no way I would ¶
¶ 'Cause you're here, and I'm home ¶
¶ Our dreams were made of this ¶
¶ Just you waiting ¶
¶ To be near us ¶
¶ You're in a place I see ¶
¶ Looking for me ¶
¶ All the disco balls that light ¶
¶ Our dreams were made of this ¶
¶ Just you waiting ¶
¶ To be near us ¶
¶ You're in a place, do I see ¶
¶ Looking for me ¶
¶ All the disco balls that light ¶
¶ I'm coming home ¶
¶ You're coming home ¶
¶ And there's no way I would ¶
¶ Go back where I belong ¶
¶ You're coming home ¶
¶ I'm going home ¶
¶ And there's no way I would ¶
¶ 'Cause you're right here, and I'm home ¶
¶ Coming home ¶
¶ I'm going home ¶
¶ And there's no way I would ¶
¶ Go back where I belong ¶
¶ I'm coming home ¶
¶ You're going home ¶
¶ And there's no way I would ¶
¶ 'Cause you're right here, and I'm home ¶
¶ There's no way that I'd go back ¶
¶ There's no way, and there's no way ¶
¶ There's no way I'd go back ¶
¶ There's no way, there's no way ¶
¶ There's no way, anyway ¶
¶ There's no way, 'cause you're here ¶
¶ There's no way ¶
¶ Anymore, there's no way anymore ¶
¶ There's no way, 'cause you're right here ¶
¶ There's no way anymore ¶
¶ There's no way anymore, there's no way ¶