Inception 2010

Hey! Come here! We have a man on the shore! I'm on my way. He was hallucinating, but he mentioned your name... He only had this with him... And this. Are you here to kill me? I know what this is. I've seen one before. Many, many years ago. It belonged to a man I met in a half-remembered dream. A man possessed of some radical notions. What is the most resilient parasite? Bacteria? A virus? An intestinal worm? What Mr. Cobb is trying to say... - An idea. Resilient. Highly contagious. Once an idea has taken hold of the brain, it's almost impossible to eradicate. An idea that is fully formed, fully understood that sticks. - Right in there somewhere. - For someone like you to steal? Yes. In the dream state, your conscious defense is lowered and it makes your thoughts vulnerable to theft. It's called extraction. Sir Saito, we can train your subconscious to defend itself from even - the most skilled extractor. - How can I do that? Cause 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 you so even when you're asleep your defense is never down. Look, if you want my help, you're gonna have to be completely open with me. I need to know my way around your thoughts better than your wife better than your therapist, better than anyone. If this is a dream and you have a safe full of secrets I need to know what's in that safe. In order for this all to work, you need to completely let me in. Enjoy your evening, gentlemen. But I'll consider your proposal. He knows. What's going on up there? Saito knows. He's playing with us. It doesn't matter. I can get it here. Trust me. The information is in the safe. He looked right at it when I mentioned "secrets". What's she doing here? Just head back to the room, alright. I'll take care of this. Okay, make sure you do. We're here to work. If I jump, would I survive? A clean dive, perhaps. Mal, what are you doing here? I thought you might be missing me. You know that I am. But I can't trust you anymore. So what? Looks like Arthur's taste. Actually, the subject is partial disposal of British painters. Please, have a seat. Tell me... Did the two kids miss me? You can't imagine. - What are you doing? - Getting some fresh air. Stay where you are, Mal. Goddamn it. - Turn around. - Put the gun down. Please. Now, the envelope Mr. Cobb. Did she tell you? Have you known all along? That you're here to steal from me or that we are actually asleep? I want to know the name of your employer. There's no use in threatening within a dream right, Mal ? That depends on what you're threatening. Killing him will just wake him up. But pain... Pain is in the mind and judging by the decor we're in your mind right, Arthur? - What are you doing? It's too soon! - I know. But the dream has collapsed. Just try to keep Saito lie a little bit longer. We're almost there. This place. The paintings. Stop him! I think that's gonna work. Wake him up! You awake! - Give him the kick! - What? Drop him. He's up. You came prepared, hmm? Not even my head of security knows this apartment. How did you find it? It's very difficult for a man of your position to keep a love nest like this secret particularly when there's a married woman involved. - She will never... - Yet, here we are. - For the dilemma. - They're getting closer. - You got what you need. - Well, it's not true. You left out a key piece of information, didn't you? You held something back because you knew what we were up to. Question is why do you let us in at all? - An audition. - An audition for what? Doesn't matter. You failed. We extracted every bit of information you had in there. But your dream approach is obvious. So leave me alone. You don't seem to understand, Mr. Saito. The operation that hired us... they won't accept failure. We won't last two days. Cobb? Looks like I'm gonna have to do this a little more simply. Tell us what you know! Tell us what you know, now! I've always hated this carpet. It stain and fade in such distinctive ways. That way you know it's made of wool. But now... ...a line of polyester. Which means I'm not lying on my carpet in my apartment. You have lived after your reputation, Mr. Cobb. I'm still dreaming. - Where did he go? - We're not getting paid. Dream within a dream, huh. I'm impressed. But in my dream, you play by my rules. - Yes, but you see Mr. Saito... - We're not in your dream. We're in mine. How did you mess up the carpet? - It wasn't my fault. - You're the architect. - I don't know he's gonna rub his damn cheek on it! - That's enough. - You, what the hell is all that? - I have it under control. I didn't see it under control. We don't have time for this. I'm getting off at Kyoto. Why? We still have to check every compartment. I don't like trains. Listen. Every man for himself. - Yes, hello. - Hi, daddy. Hi, dad.. Hey guys, hey. How are you? How are you doing, huh? Good. - Okay, I guess. - Okay? Who's just okay? Is that you, James? - Yeah, when are you coming home, dad? Well, I can't sweetheart. I can't. - It's not for a while, remember? - Why? I told you, I'm away because I'm working, right? Grandma says you're never coming back.