Dr. SchreberI call them the Strangers. They abducted us and brought us here. This city, everyone in it... is their experiment. They mix and match our memories as they see fit, trying to divine what makes us unique. One day, a man might be an inspector. The next, someone entirely different. When they want to study a murderer, for instance, they simply imprint one of their citizens with a new personality. Arrange a family for him, friends, an entire history... even a lost wallet. Then they observe the results. Will a man, given the history of a killer, continue in that vein? Or are we, in fact, more than the sum of our memories?
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[first lines]
Dr. Schreber[voiceover]First there was darkness. Then came the strangers. They were a race as old as time itself. They had mastered the ultimate technology. The ability to alter physical reality by will alone. They called this ability "Tuning". But they were dying. Their civilization was in decline, and so they abandoned their world seeking a cure for their own mortality. Their endless journey brought them to a small, blue world in the farthest corner of the galaxy. Our world. Here they thought they had finally found what they had been searching for. Correction: The word used in the film is "qeuning" not "tuning."
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John MurdochWhen was the last time you remember doing something during the day?
John MurdochI just mean during the day. Daylight. When was the last time you remember seeing it? And I'm not talking about some distant, half-forgotten childhood memory, I mean like yesterday. Last week. Can you come up with a single memory? You can't, can you? You know something, I don't think the sun even... exists... in this place. 'Cause I've been up for hours, and hours, and hours, and the night never ends here.
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Dr. SchreberYou are probably wondering why I keep appearing in your memories, John. It is because I have inserted myself into them.
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Inspector Frank BumsteadSo Husselbeck, what kind of killer do you think stops to save a dying fish?
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John MurdochI know this is gonna sound crazy, but what if we never knew each other before now... and everything you remember, and everything that I'm supposed to remember, never really happened, someone just wants us to think it did?
Emma MurdochBut how can that be true? I so vividly remember meeting you. I remember falling in love with you. I remember losing you.
Emma MurdochI love you John, you can't fake something like that.
Mr. HandBut I wanted to know what it was like... how you feel.
John MurdochYou know how I was supposed to feel. That person isn't me... never was. You wanted to know what it was about us that made us human. Well, you're not going to find it...
[Murdoch points at his head]
John Murdoch...in here. You were looking in the wrong place.
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John MurdochHere, let me ask you a question. You heard of a place called Shell Beach?
Dr. SchreberThese do bring back memories. This one is still warm. What is it? The recollections of a great lover? A catalog of conquests? We will soon find out. You wouldn't appreciate that, would you, Mr. Whatever-your-name is? Not the sort of conquest you would ever understand. Let's see, a touch of unhappy childhood, a dash of teenage rebellion, and last but not least, a tragic death in the family.
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John MurdochExcuse me. How do I get to the end of the line?
WalenskiI've been trying to remember things, CLEARLY remember things, from my past, but the more I try to think back, the more it all starts to unravel. None of it seems real. It's like I've just been dreaming this life, and when I finally wake up, I'll be somebody else. Somebody totally different!
Mr. HandTo be able to revisit those places which have meant so very much to us.
Emma MurdochI thought it was more that we were haunted by them.
Mr. HandPerhaps. But imagine a life Alien to yours. In which you memories were not your own, but those shared by every other of you kind. Imagine the torment of such an existence....no experiences to call your own.
Emma MurdochIf it was all you knew, maybe it would be a comfort.
Mr. HandBut if you were to discover something different...Something....better.
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Mr. Hand[stomps on a newspaper clipping]So it seems you discovered your unpleasant nature.
Mr. HandWe might ask the same question, yes? Sleep... now.
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Dr. SchreberWhen they first brought us here, they extracted what was in us and stored the information, remixed it like so much paint, and gave us back new memories of their choosing. But they still needed an artist to help them. I understood the human mind better than they ever could, so they allowed me to keep my skills as a scientist... because they needed them. They made me delete everything else. Can you imagine what it's like to erase your own past?
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[after Mr. Hand is imprinted with Murdoch's memories]
[Murdoch opens the door to what should be Shell Beach and instead sees the same sign he saw earlier advertising it. Murdoch walks up to the sign, confused]
Dr. SchreberThere is no ocean, John. There is nothing beyond the city. The only place home exists... is in your head.
[Chuckles a bit at the irony]
Dr. Schreber[Murdoch and Inspector Bumstead tear the sign from the wall, exposing bricks. They then begin to hammer at the bricks with pickaxes]
Dr. SchreberNo! No! John, stop! No! Stop! Please! No!
[Bumstead and Murdoch reach a soft spot in the bricks and begin to pry at it. John, frustrated, uses his tuning to push away the brick wall. What results is the bricks falling away exposing space, almost sucking Bumstead out and showing the bricks crashing against the ship's newly exposed forcefield. Murdoch and Bumstead stand there, stunned. Meanwhile, a group of aliens walks in from behind them]
John MurdochHey, do you know the way to Shell Beach?
Taxi DriverYou're kidding! Me and the Mrs. spent our honeymoon there. All you gotta do is take Main Street West to... or is it the Cross... You know, that's funny, I can't remember if it's Main Street West or the Crosstown.
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Dr. SchreberYou still don't understand, John. You were never a boy. Not in this place.
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Dr. SchreberListen to me, John. You have their power. You can make things happen by will alone. They call it "Tuning." That is how they make the buildings change. Just now you acted out of self-defense, a reflex. But I can teach you to control your power consciously. Let me help you, John. Together We can stop them, we can take the city back.
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HusselbeckEverything Detective Walenski committed to paper should be here.
Mr. WallIndulge us, Mr. Hand. If you were Murdoch... Yes?
Mr. HandIf I were Murdoch... I would remember how my wife had hurt me by sleeping with another man. And then, I would look for a way to hurt her in return... Leave me alone with her
Mr. HandI have become the monster you were intended to be.
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Dr. SchreberIt appears that John has suffered a psychotic break. Complete memory loss. He may be delusional. Even violent. Emma, if he were to contact you, and I suspect he will, you must call me immediately. Do you understand? It is imperative that I be the first one to reach him. Wherever you husband is, he is searching... for himself.
WalenskiUsed to be a cop, at least in this life I was. They steal people's memories every night they change the city, back-and-forth, back-and-forth... 'till nobody knows who they are anymore.
WalenskiOnce in a while someone wakes up while their changing things; it's not supposed to happen, but it does. They'll come looking for you Murdock, just like they've come looking for me. But that's okay, I've figured a way out.
[Train's horn blares as it come through station. Walenski jumps in front of the train]
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Mr. HandDr. Schreber, most unfortunate it is that we were forced to seek you out here. You know uncomfortable we find all this... moisture.
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Mr. HandNo more delays. No more inconsistencies in your behavior.
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Karl HarrisThe ol' cracker barrel ain't what it used to be.