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.
Asshole.
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.
Phillipa, is that you?
Put grandma on the phone for me, will you?
She's shaking her head.
Let's just hope she's wrong about that.
- Daddy?
- Yeah, James ?
Is Mommy with you?
James, we've talked about this.
Mommy's not here anymore.
Where?
That's enough, kids.
Say bye bye..
Listen, I wanna send some
presents with grandpa, alright?
And you be good,, you be...
- Our ride's on the roof.
- Alright.
- Are you okay?
- Yeah, yeah. I'm fine.
- Why?
- Locked down in a dream, Mal showing up.
Sorry about your leg,
it won't happen again.
It's getting worse, isn't it?
One apology is all
you're getting huh, Arthur.
- Where's Nash ?
- He hasn't shown. You wanna wait?
No, we're supposed to go over Saito's
expansion plans in Cobol Engineering
two hours ago. By now, they know we failed.
It's time we disappear.
- Where would you even go?
- Buenos Aires.
I'll cut my load, I may slip out a
job when things quiet down.
- You?
- States, sir.
Send my regards.
He sold the art. Fell off the company
and bargained for his life.
So I offer you the satisfaction.
It's not the way I deal with things.
- What will you do with him?
- Nothing.
But I can't speak for Cobol Engineering.
- What do you want from us?
- Inception.
- Is it possible?
- Of course not.
If you can steal an idea from someone's mind
why can't you plant one idea instead.
Okay, here's me planting an idea in your head.
I say to you...
"Don't think about elephants".
- What are you thinking about?
- Elephants.
Right. But it's not your idea
because you know I gave it to you.
The subject's mind can always
trace the genesis of the idea.
- True inspiration's impossible to fake.
- It's not true.
- Can you do it?
- Are you offering me a choice?
Cause I can find my own
way to square things with Cobol.
- You don't need to have a choice.
- And I choose to leave, sir.
Tell the crew where you want to go.
Hey, Mr. Cobb!
How would you like to go home?
To America ?
- To your children?
- Can't fix that!
- No one can!
- Just like inception.
Cobb, come on.
How complex is the idea?
- Simple enough.
- No idea is simple...
when you need to plant it
in somebody else's mind.
My main competitor is an
old man in poor health
His son will soon inherit
control of the corporation.
I need him to decide to
break up his father's empire.
- Cobb, we should walk away from this.
- Hold on.
If I were to do this...If I even could do it
I need a guarantee
How do I know you can deliver?
You don't
But I can.
So, do you want to take a leap of faith?
Or become an old man filled
with regrets, waiting to die alone?
Assemble your team, Mr. Cobb.
And choose your people more wisely.
Look, I know how much
you wanna go home.
- But this can't be done.
- Yes, it can.
- You just have to go deep enough.
- You don't know that.
I've done it before.
Who'd you do it to?
Are we going to Paris?
We're gonna need a new architect.
You never did like your office, did you?
No space to think in
that room covered.
Is it safe for you to be here?
Extradition between France and the United States
is a bureaucratic nightmare, you know that.
I think they might find a way
to make it work in your case
Look, I..brought this for you to give
to the kids when you have a chance.
It will take more than the
occasional stuffed animal
to convince those children
they still have a father.
I'm just doing what I know.
- I'm doing what you taught me.
- I never taught you to be a thief.
No, you taught me to navigate people's
minds but after what happened
They wanna hold our legitimate
ways for me to use that skill.
What are you doing here, Dom?
I think I found a way home.
It's a job for some very very
powerful people.
People who I believe can
fix my charges permanently..
- But I need your help.
- You're here to corrupt one of my brightest and best.
You know what I'm offering.
You have to let them decide for themselves.
- Money.
- Not just money. You remember. It's...
the chance to build cathedrals,
entire cities, things that never existed.
Things that couldn't exist in the real world.
So, you want me to let someone
else follow you into your fantasy.
They don't actually come in to the dream.
They just design the levels...
and teach them to the dreamers.
That's all.
Design it yourself.
Mal won't let me.
Come back to reality, Dom.
Please.
Those kids, your grandchildren-
they're waiting for their father to come back home.
That's their reality. And this job,
this last job that's how I get there.
I would not be standing here
if I knew any other way.
I need an architect
who's as good as I was.
I got somebody better.
Ariadne?
I'd like you to meet, Mr. Cobb.
- Please to meet you.
- If you have a few moments...
Mr. Cobb has a job offer
he'd like to discuss with you.
- Is the work pretty soon?
- Not exactly.
- I have a test for you.
- You're not gonna tell me anything about this first?
Before I describe the job,
I have to know you can do it.
- Why?
- It's not, strictly speaking, legal.
Two minutes, design a maze
that it takes one minute to solve.
Stop.
Again.
Stop.
You have to do better than that.
That's more like it.
They say we only use a fraction of our brain's true
potential. Now, that's when we're awake.
When we're asleep, the mind
can do almost anything.
- Such as?
- Well, imagine you're designing a building, right?
You consciously create each aspect.
But sometimes, it feels like it's almost
creating itself. If you know what I mean.
- Yeah, yeah. Like, uhmm, discovering.
- Genuine inspiration, right?
Now in a dream, our mind
continuously does this. We...
create and perceive our world simultaneously.
And our mind does this so well
that we don't even know it's happening.
That allows us to get right
into the middle of that process.
- How?
- By taking over the creating part.
Now, this is where I need you.
You create the world of the dream.
We bring the subject into that dream.
And they feel it's their subconscious.
How can I ever acquire enough detail
to make them think that it's reality.
Well, dreams they feel
real while we're in them, right?
It's only when we wake up that we realize
something was actually strange.
Let me ask you a question. You never really
remember the beginning of a dream, do you?
You always wind up right in
the middle of what's going on.
- I guess, yeah.
- So how did we end up here?
- Well, we just came from the...
- Think about it, Ariadne.
How did you get here?
Where are you right now?
- We're dreaming?
- You're actually in the middle of
the workshop right now, sleeping.
And this is your first lesson in
shared dreaming, so there you go.
If it's just a dream
then why are you...
It's never just a dream, is it?
When your face is full of glass
feels like hell.
When you're in it, it feels real.
It's what the military developed.
During that time, it was a training program
for soldiers to shoot and stab and
strangle each other and then wake up?
How did architects think they belong?
Well, someone had to
design the dreams, right?
- Why don't you give us another five minutes?
- Five minutes?
We were talking for like at least an hour.
In a dream, your mind functions
more quickly therefore...
time seems to feel more slow.
Five minutes in the world
gives you an hour in the dream.
Why don't we see what you
can get up to in five minutes?
We got the basic layout.
Bookstore, cafe.
Almost everything else is here to.
- Who are the people?
- Projections of my subconscious.
- Yours?
- Yes. Remember, you are the dreamer.
You built this world. I am the
subject, my mind populates it.
You can literally talk
to my subconscious.
That's one of the ways we extract
information from a subject.
- How else do you do it?
- By creating something secure, like a...
like a bank vault or a jail.
The mind automatically fills it with
information it's trying to protect.
- Understand?
- Then you break in and steal it.
Well...
I guess I thought that the dream space should
be all about the visual but it's more about the feel of it.
My question is, what happens when you
start messing with the physics of it all?
- Something, isn't it?
- Yes, it is.
Why are they all looking at me?
Cause my subconscious feels that
someone else is creating this world.
The more you change things,
the quicker the projections
start to converge them.
- Converge?
- It sense the foreign nature of the dreamer.
They attack like white blood
cells fighting an infection.
- Are they going to attack us?
- No. Just you.
This is great but I'm telling you,
if you keep changing things like this...
Jesus. Mind telling your
subconscious to take it easy?
It's my subconscious.
Remember, I can't control it.
Very impressive.
I know this bridge.
This place is real, isn't it?
Yeah, I cross it everyday
to get to the college.
Never recreate places from your memory.
Always imagine new places.
Well, you gotta draft from
stuff you know, right?
Only use details.
A street lamp or a phone booth.
- Never entire areas.
- Why not?
Because building a dream from
your memory is the easiest way
to lose your grasp from what's
real and what is a dream.
Is that what happened to you?
Listen to me.
This has nothing to do with me, understand?
Is that why you need me
to build your dreams?
Get off of her.
Back up.
- Back up!
- Cobb!
- Get off me!
- Let me go!
- Don't! Mal!
- Cobb!
- Mal!
- Wake me up!
- Mal!
- Wake me up!
- Mal, No! No!
- Wake me up!
Mal, no!
Hey, hey, hey, look at me.
You're okay.
- You're okay.
- Why...why wouldn't I wake up?
Cause there were still some time on the
clock and you can't wake up within a dream
unless you die.
- Show me the totem.
- What?
- A totem, it's a small, personal...
- That's some subconscious you got on you, Cobb!
- She's a real charmer.
- Oh I see, you met Mrs. Cobb.
- She's his wife.
- Yeah. So, a totem.
You need a small object to potentially have you...
something you have all the time.
that no one else knows.
- Like a coin?
- No. It must be more unique than that.
This is a loaded die.
I can't let you touch it.
That would defeat the purpose.
Only I, know the balance and the
weight of this particular loaded die.
That way, when you
look at your totem,
You know beyond a doubt
that you're not in someone else's dream.
I don't know if you can't see what's
going on or if you just don't want to
but Cobb has some serious problems
that he's trying to bury down there.
And I'm not about to just open
my mind to someone like that.
She'll be back. I've never seen anyone
pick it up that quickly before.
Reality is not gonna be enough for her now.
And when she comes back...
If she comes back, you're gonna
have her building mazes.
- Where are you gonna be?
- I gotta go visit Eames.
Eames? No, he's in Mombasa.
It's Cobol's backyard.
- It's a necessary risk.
- There is plenty of good thieves.
We don't just need a thief.
We need a forger.
You can rub them together all you want,
but they're not gonna breed.
- You'll never know.
- Let me get you a drink.
You might.
- Your spelling hasn't improved.
- Test me.
How's your handwriting?
- The best in town.
- Good.
Thank you very much.
Inception.
Now, before you bother
telling me it's impossible...
No, it's perfectly possible.
It's just bloody difficult.
- Interesting.
- So Arthur keeps telling me it can't be done.
Arthur...
You still work with that stick and mind?
- He's good at what he does, right?
- Oh, he's the best. He has no imagination.
Not like you.
Listen, if you're gonna perform
inception you need imagination.
Let me ask you something.
Have you done it before?
We tried it. We got the idea in
place. But it didn't take.
- You didn't plant it deep enough?
- No, it's not just about depth.
You need the simplest version
of the idea in order for it...
to grow naturally in your subjects.
Mind is a very subtle art.
So what is this idea that you need to plant?
We need the heir of a major corporation
to dissolve his father's empire.
Well. you see right there, you have various political
motivations and anti-manipulistic sentiments to set forth.
And with all that stuff, it's really
at the mercy of your subject's prejudice.
And what you have to do is
start with the absolute basic.
- Which is what?
- The relationship with the father.
- Do you have a chemist?
- No, not yet.
Alright, well there is a man here. Yusuf.
He formulate his own versions of the compounds.
- When are you taking me there?
- Once you lost your tail.
- Men at the bar.
- Cobol Engineering.
That price on my head,
was that dead or alive?
I don't remember.
Let's see if they start shooting.
Run interference. I'll meet you downstairs
in the bar in, say, in half an hour.
- Be back here?
- It's the last place they'd suspect.
Alright.
Freddy ! Freddy Simmons.
My God, it's you, isn't it?
- Who?
- No, it isn't.
You're not dreaming now, are you?
Stay out!
No, cafe.
One cafe.
Cafe.
Care for a lift, Mr. Cobb?
- What are you doing in Mombasa?
- I need to protect my investments.
Ah, so this is your idea
of losing your tail, huh.
Different tail.
Cobb said you'd be back.
- I tried not to come, but...
- But there's nothing quite like it.
It's just... pure creation.
Shall we take a look at some paradoxical architecture?
You're gonna have to master a few tricks
if you're gonna build three
complete dream levels.
- Excuse me.
- What kind of tricks?
In a dream, you can cheat
architecture into impossible shapes.
That lets you create closed loops.
Like the Penrose Steps.
Infinite staircase.
See?
Paradox. So a closed loop like that will help you
disguise the boundaries of the dream you create.
How big do these levels have to be?
It could be anything from the
floor of a building to an entire city.
But they have to be complicated enough...
that we can hide from the projection.
- A maze.
- Right, a maze.
- And the better the maze...
- Then the longer we have...
- ...before the projections catch us?
- Exactly.
My subconscious
seems quiet enough.
You wait till it turns ugly.
No one likes to feel someone else
is messing around with their mind.
Cobb can't build anymore, can he?
I don't know if he can't,
but he won't.
He thinks it's safer if
he doesn't know the layouts.
- Why?
- He won't tell me.
But I think it's Mal.
- His ex-wife?
- No, not his ex.
- They're still together?
- No, she's...
She's dead.
What you're seeing there
is just his projection of her.
- What was she like in real life?
- She's lovely.
- You are seeking a chemist?
- Yes.
To formulate compounds for a job?
- And to go into the field with us.
- No, I rarely go into the field, Mr. Cobb.
We'd need you there to tell the
compounds specific to our needs.
- Which are?
- Great depth.
A dream within a dream?
Two levels?
Three.
Not possible. That many dreams
within dreams is too unstable.
- It is possible you just had to have a sedative.
- Well, powerful sedative.
- How many team members?
- Five
Six.
The only way to know you've
done the job is if I am with you.
There's no room for tourists
on a job like this, Mr. Saito.
This time, it seems there is.
This, I think, is a good place to start.
I use it everyday.
- What for?
- Yeah, I'll show you.
- Perhaps you will not want to see.
- After you.
Six, ten, twelve.
All connected, bloody animal.
They come everyday to share the dream.
You see?
Very stable.
- How long do they dream for?
- Three, four hours, each day.
- And the dream time?
- With this compound?
- About forty hours, each and every day.
- Why do they do it?
Tell him, Mr. Cobb.
After a while it becomes the
only way you can dream.
Do you still dream, Mr. Cobb?
- They come here everyday to sleep?
- No.
They come to be woken up.
The dream has become their reality.
Who are you to say otherwise, huh?
Let's see what you can do.
You know how to find me.
You know what you have to do.
Sharp enough?
Are you alright, Mr. Cobb?
Yeah, yeah.
I'm just fine.
Robert Fischer, heir to the
Fischer-Morrow energy conglomerate.
What's your problem
with this Mr. Fischer?
That's not your concern.
Mr. Saito, this isn't your typical
corporate espionage.
You asked me for inception. I do hope you
understand the gravity of that request.
The seed that we plant in this
man's mind will grow into an idea.
This idea will define him.
It may come to change...
It may come to change
everything about him.
We're the last company standing between
them and total energy dominance.
We can no longer compete.
Soon, they'll control the energy supply
of half the world.
In effect, they become a new superpower.
The world needs Robert Fischer
to change his mind.
That's where we come in.
How is Robert Fischer's relationship with his father?
Rumor is, the relationship
is quite complicated.
But we can't work based
solely on rumor, can't we?
Can you get me access to this man here?
Browning, Fischer Sr's right hand man.
Fischer Jr's godfather.
It should be possible.
If you can get the right references.
References are something
of a specialty for me, Mr. Saito.
I'm not smelling settlement here.
Take them down.
Mr. Browning, Maurice Fischer's
policy is always one of avoiding litigation.
Shall we voice your
concerns with Maurice directly?
- Not sure if that's necessary.
- No, no, no. I think we should.
How is he?
I don't wanna bother him unnecessarily, but...
Robert, did I tell you to keep out of town...
Wait, just do it.
No, don't speak, Mr. Fischer.
Follow through!
Never.
Never gonna send what I asked.
Leave town.
Terrible.
Must be a cherish memory of his.
I put it beside his bed.
He hasn't even noticed.
Robert...we need to talk about the power of attorney.
- I know this is hard right now.
- Not now, Uncle Peter.
but it's imperative that we start to...
The vultures are circling.
The sicker Maurice Fischer becomes,
the more powerful Peter Browning becomes.
I've had ample opportunity
to observe Browning...
adopt his physical presence,
study his mannerisms, and so on and so forth.
Now, in the first layer of the dream,
I can impersonate Browning.
And suggest concepts to
Fischer's conscious mind.
Then, when we take
him a level deeper his own
projection of Browning should,
should feedback right back to him.
- So he gives himself the idea.
- Precisely.
That's the only way it will stick.
He has to see himself generate it.
Eames, I am impress.
Your confession, has always as
much appreciated, Arthur, thank you.
Were you going out there on your own?
No, no. I was just...
just running some experiments.
I didn't realize anyone was here.
So...
- Yeah, I was just, I was working on my totem actually.
- Here, let me take a look.
So you're learning, huh?
An elegant solution for
keeping track of reality.
- Was it your idea?
- No, it was...it's Mal's, actually.
This. This one was hers.
You spin it in a dream and it would never topple.
Just...spin and spin.
- Arthur told me she past away.
- How are the mazes coming on?
Each level relates to the part of
the subject's subconscious that...
we are trying to access.
So, making the bottom level, hospitals.
So Fischer will bring his father.
Actually I have a question
about this layout.
No, no, no. Don't show me specifics.
Only the dreamer should know the layout.
Why is that so important?
In case one of us brings in our projections
we don't want them knowing
the details of the maze.
You mean, in case you bring Mal in.
- Well, you can't keep her out, can you?
- Right.
You can't build because if you
know the maze then she knows it.
Which should sabotage the whole operation.
- Cobb, did the others know?
- No. No, they don't.
You gotta warn them
if this is getting worse.
No one said it's getting worse.
I need to get home.
That's all I care about right now.
- Why can't you go home?
- Because they think I killed her.
- Thank you.
- For what?
For not asking whether I did.
"I'll split up my father's empire."
Now, this is obviously an idea
that Robert himself will choose to reject.
That's why we need to plant
it deep in the subconscious.
Subconscious is motivated by emotion, right?
Not reason.
We need to find a way to translate
this into an emotional concept.
How do you translate a
business strategy to an emotion?
MAURICE AND ROBER TWO GENERATIONS OF FISCHER
TWO VERY DIFFERENT TYPES OF MANAGEMEN
That's what we're here to figure out, right?
Now, Robert's relationship with his
father is stressed, to say the least.
I can't remember that.
Because suggesting him to break up his
father's company is a "screw you" to the old man.
No, cause I think positive emotion...
triumphs negative emotion everytime.
We're all hearing for a reconciliation.
A catharsis.
We need Robert Fischer to have a
positive emotional reaction to all this.
Alright, well, try this.
"My father accepts that I want to create
for myself not follow in his footsteps."
That might work.
Might.
We're gonna need to do a little
better than might.
Thank you for your contribution, Arthur.
Forgive me for wanting a little specificity,
Eames.
- Specificity?
- Inception is not about being specific.
When we get inside his mind, we're gonna
have to work at what we find.
On the top level, we open up
his relationship with his father.
And seed...
"I will not follow in my father's footsteps".
And the next level down, we feed him with:
"I will create something for myself".
By the time we hit the bottom level,
we bring out the big guns.
- "My father doesn't want me to be him".
- Exactly.
With three layers down, the dreams are
gonna collapse with the slightest disturbance.
Sedation.
For a sleep stable enough to
create three layers of dreaming
we have to combine with
an extremely powerful sedative.
Good night.
The compound that'll be
used to share the dream
creates avery clear
connection between dreamers
plus actually accelerating brain function.
In other words, it gives us
more time on each level.
Brain function in the dream
will be about twenty times normal.
When you enter a dream within that dream
the effect is compounded.
- It's three dreams, that's 10 hours, that's twenty...
- I'm sorry, math is never my strong subject.
- How much time is that?
- It's a week the first level down.
Six months the second level
and the third level...
Is ten years.
Who would wanna be stuck
in a dream for ten years?
Depends on the dream.
So once we've made the plants
how do we get out?
I'm hoping you have something more elegant
in mind than shooting me in the head.
- A kick.
- What's a kick?
This, Ariadne, would be a kick.
It's that feeling of falling,
you get the jolts, you awaken
snaps you out of the dream.
Are we gonna feel a kick
with this kind of sedation?
Oh, that's the counterpart.
I've customized it to leave
any ear function unimpaired.
That way, however deep the sleep,
the sleeper still feels falling.
Or tipping.
The trick is to synchronize a kick
that can penetrate all three levels.
We can use a musical content
to synchronize the different kicks.
He doesn't have any surgery scheduled,
No dental, nothing.
Wasn't he suppose to
have a knee operation?
Nothing. Nothing that will put him under for any REM.
We need...We need at least a good ten hours.
Sydney to Los Angeles.
One of the longest flights in the world.
He makes it every two weeks.
And he must be flying private.
Not if there were unexpected
maintenance with his plane.
- But that should be a 747.
- Why is that?
Cause in a 747 the pilot's up top
and the first class cabin is in the nose.
So no one would walk through.
But you'd have to buy out the entire cabin.
And the first class flight.
I bought the airline.
It seemed little.
Well, looks like we have our ten hours.
Ariadne?
Terrific work, by the way.
You know how to find me.
You know what you have to do.
Do you remember when
you ask me to marry you?
- Of course I do.
- You said you had a dream.
That will grow old together.
And we can.
You shouldn't be here.
I just want to see what kind of tests
you're doing here alone every night.
- Whatever it was, it has nothing to do with you.
- It has everything to do with me.
- You've asked me to share dreams with you.
- Not these. These are my dreams.
- Why do you do this to yourself?
- It's the only way I can still dream.
- Why is it so important to dream?
- In my dreams, we're still together.
These aren't just dreams.
These are memories and you
said never to use memories.
- I know I did.
- You're trying to keep her alive.
- You can't let her go.
- You don't understand.
These are moments that I regret
and memories that I have to change.
Oh, what's down there that you regret?
Listen, I do know one thing that you
need to understand about me.
- Is this your house?
- Mine and Mal's, yes.
- Where is she?
- She's already died.
That's my son, James. He's digging
for something, maybe a worm.
That's Phillipa.
You see, I thought about calling out to them so
they'd turn and smile and I can those
those beautiful faces of
theirs but...it's all too late.
Right now, or never, Cobb.
Then I start to panic. I realized I
don't want to regret this moment that...
I need to see their faces one last time.
James! Phillipa!
Come on in!
But the moment's passed.
And whatever I do,
I can't change this moment.
So I'm about to call out
to them and run away.
If I'm ever gonna see their faces again,
I've gotta get back home.
The real world.
- What are you doing here?
- My name is...
I know who you are.
What are you doing here?
- I'm just trying to understand.
- How could you understand?
Do you know what it is to be a lover?
- To be half in a whole?
- No.
I'll tell you a riddle.
You're waiting for a train.
A train that will take you far away.
You know where you hope this train will take you.
But you don't know for sure.
But it doesn't matter. How can it not matter
to you where the train will take you?
Cause we will be together.
- How could you bring her here, Dom?
- What is this place?
This is the hotel suite where
we should spend our anniversary.
What happened here?
You promised!
You promised we'll be together!
Please, I need you stay here!
Just for now!
You said we'll be together!
You said we'll grow old together!
I'll come back for you.
Promise.
Do you think you can just build a
prison of memories to lock her in?
Do you really think that
that's gonna contain her?
It's time.
Maurice Fischer just died in Sydney.
- When is the funeral?
- Thursday, in Los Angeles.
Robert should accompany the body
no later than Tuesday. We should move.
Right.
- Cobb, I'm coming with you.
- I promised Miles, no.
The team needs someone who
understands what you're struggling with.
And it doesn't have to be me.
But then you have to show
Arthur what I just saw.
Get us another seat on the plane.
If I get on this plane and you
don't honor our agreement.
When we land, I go to jail
for the rest of my life.
Complete the job on board.
I'll make one phone call from the plane.
You will have no trouble
getting through Immigration.
- Yes, it is.
- Thanks.
Yes.
- Third seat on the right.
- Thanks.
- I'm sorry.
- Oh yeah, I'm sorry, my bad.
- Welcome aboard, sir. May I take your coat?
- Thank you.
FASTEN SEAT BELTS.
NO SMOKING.
Excuse me, I think this is yours?
You must've dropped it.
- Gentlemen, can I have your drink?
- Oh, water please.
The same, please.
Thank you.
You know I couldn't help but notice
but you won't happen to be related to...
"The Maurice Fischer", would you?
- Yes, he...he was my father.
- Well he was a very inspiring figure.
- I'm sorry for your loss.
- Sir.
- Here you go.
- Thank you.
Hey, to your father.
May he rest in peace, huh.
You couldn't have peed
before you went on there.
Sorry.
Pitching much free champagne
before take off, right, Yusuf?
Haha. Bloody hard.
Well now, he's gonna be
looking for a taxi in this weather.
- Asshole! Hey man, why don't you try...
- Walk away.
Look, I gotta go. Alright.
Taxi. Thank you.
Alright. Third and Market. Snappy.
What are you doing?
- Oh sorry, I thought it was free.
- Well, it's not.
- Maybe we could share.
- Maybe not.
Can you pull over and get this...
Great.
Come on!
There's $500 in there and
the wallet's worth more than that.
So you might as well
drop me at my stop.
I'm afraid that this...
Cover him!
No! No! No!
What was going on?
This wasn't in my design.
Cobb?
Cobb?
Get him!
- Are you alright?
- Yeah, I'm okay. I'm okay.
Fischer's okay.
Unless he gets carsick.
Saito?
Get Fischer in the back room now!
- Get him the back room.!
- What the hell...
- Has he been shot? Is he dying?
- I don't know.
Jesus Christ.
- Where were you? What happened to you?
- The girl played a freight train.
Why did you put a train crossing
in the middle of a downtown interstate?
- I didn't.
- Where did it come from?
Let me ask you a question!
Why the hell were you ambushed?
Those were not normal projections!
They've been trained for God's sakes!
- You're right.
- How can they be trained?
Fischer had an extractor that
teaches subconscious to defend itself.
So his subconscious is militarized.
It should've shown in the research.
I'm sorry.
- So why the hell didn't it?
- Calm down.
Don't tell me to calm down.
This was your job, goddamn it!
This was your responsibility! You were meant to
check Fischer's background thoroughly!
We are not prepared for
this type of violence!
We have dealt with
self-security before!
We'll be a little more careful
and we're gonna be fine!
This was not a part of the plan!
He's dying for God's sake!
- Now, let's put him out of his misery.
- No, no!
- Don't do that!
- What's the matter, Cobb?
- Don't do that
- He's in agony, I'm waking him up.
- No, it won't wake him up.
- What do you mean, it won't wake him up?
- It won't wake him up.
- When we die in a dream, we wake up.
Not from this. We're too heavily
sedated to wake up that way.
- Right, so what happens when we die?
- We drop in a limbo.
- Are you serious?
- Limbo?
- Unconstructed dream space.
- What the hell is down there?
Just raw infinite subconscious.
Nothing is down there.
Except for whatever might have been left
behind by anyone sharing the dream
who has been trapped there before.
Which in our case, is just you.
How long can we be stuck there?
I can't even think about trying to
escape until the sedation is...
- How long, Yusuf?
- Decades, It could be infinite. I don't know.
Ask him he's the one who's been there.
Just get him upstairs.
Great.
Thank you.
So, now we're trapped in Fischer's
mind battling his own private army...
and if we get killed,
we'll be lost in limbo
till our brains turn
to scrambled egg, hmm?
You got first aid?
So you knew about this
risk and you didn't tell us?
There weren't meant to be any risk cause
I didn't know we'd be dealing with a load of gunfire.
- You had no right
- It was the only way to go three layers deep.
- And you, you knew about this and went along with it?
- I trusted him.
You trusted him. What?
Did he promise you half his share?
No. His whole share.
It's like he said, he'd done it before.
He'd done it before, what, with Mal?
Cause that worked so good?
It has nothing to do with it. I did what
I had to do to get back to my children.
So you lead us into a
war zone with no way out.
There is a way out. Alright, we continue on with
the job and we do this as fast as possible.
and we get out using the kick.
Just like before.
Forget it, If we go any deeper
we'll just raise the stakes.
I am sitting this one
out on this level, boys.
Fischer's security is surrounding
this place as we speak.
Ten hours of flight time
is a week at this level.
That means each and every one of
us will be killed. That I can guarantee.
We have no other choice but to
continue on and do it as fast as possible.
Downwards is the only way forward.
Get ready.
You, come on let's go shake him up.
I'm insured against kidnapping
for up to ten million.
- This should be very simple.
- Shut up! It won't be.
In your father's office, below the
bookshelf is his personal safe.
- We need the combination.
- I don't know any safe.
It doesn't mean you
don't know the combination.
- Tell us what it is.
- I don't know.
We have an old good
authority you do know.
Yeah? Who is this authority?
$500, this cost?
- What's inside?
- Cash cards, ID, and this.
- Useful?
- Maybe.
- You're on. We've got an hour.
- An hour?
I was supposed to
have all night to practice.
Saito wasn't supposed to
be shot in the chest.
We got one hour, now get
use something useful, please.
- What's that?
- Good authority.
Uncle Peter...
No, no.
- Just make him stop.
- The combination.
- I don't know it.
- Why does Browning say you do?
I don't know.
Just let me talk to him and I'll find out.
You have one hour.
Start talking.
Are you alright?
Are you okay?
Those bastards bad
at me for two days.
They have someone with access to your father's
office and they're trying to open his safe.
- Yeah.
- They said I'd know the combination. But I don't know it.
- Yeah, neither do I.
- What?
Maurice told me that when he past,
you were the only to be able to open it.
No, he never gave
me any combination.
Maybe he did, I mean, maybe you just
didn't know it was a combination.
Well, what then?
I don't know. Some meaningful
combination of numbers
based on your experiences with Maurice.
We didn't have very...
many meaningful experiences together.
Perhaps after your mother died.
After my mother died,
you know what he told me?
- "Robert, there's really nothing to be said".
- Oh well, he was bad with emotion.
I was eleven, Uncle Peter.
- How is he doing?
- He's in a lot of pain.
When we get down to the lower levels,
the pain will be less intense.
- And if he dies?
- Worst case scenario?
When he wakes up,
his mind is completely gone.
- Cobb, I will still honor the arrangement.
- I appreciate that, Saito.
But when you wake up you won't even
remember that we had an arrangement.
Limbo is gonna become your reality.
You're gonna be lost down there so long
that you're gonna become an old man.
- Filled with regret?
- Waiting to die alone.
No, I'll come back.
And we will be alive together again.
Breath.
These people are gonna kill us if
we don't give them the combination.
- They just want a ransom.
- I heard them.
They're gonna whack us in that van
and then drive it into the river.
- Alright. What is in the safe?
- Something for you.
Maurice always said it was
his most precious gift to you.
A will.
Maurice's Will is with Port and Dunn.
That's an alternate. This would
supercede the other if you wanted to.
It splits off the component
business of Fischer-Morrow
And it'd be the end of the
entire empire as we know it.
Destroy my whole inheritance.
Why would he suggest that, you think?
I just don't know.
He loved you, Robert.
- In his own way.
- In his own way?
At the end, he called
me into his deathbed
And he could barely speak.
But he took the trouble
to tell me one last thing.
He pulled me closer.
And I could only make out... one word.
"Disappointed".
When were you in limbo?
You might have the rest of the team
convinced to carry on with this job
but they don't know the truth.
Truth? What truth?
The truth that at any minute, you might
bring a freight train through the wall.
The truth that Mal is bursting
through your subconscious.
And the truth that as we go
deeper into Fischer
we're also going deeper into you.
And I...I'm not sure we're
gonna like what we find.
We were working together. We were exploring
the concept of a dream within a dream.
I kept pushing things. I wanted to go deeper
and deeper. I wanted to go further.
I just didn't understand the concept that
hours could turn into years down there.
That we could get trapped so deep.
That when we...
when wind up on the
shore of our subconscious
we lost side of what was real.
We created.
We built a world for ourselves.
We did that for years.
We built our own world.
- How long were you stuck there?
- Something like fifty years.
Jesus.
How could you stand it?
It wasn't so bad at first.
Feeling like gods.
The problem was that I knew
that none of that was real.
Eventually, it has became impossible
for me to live like that.
And what about for her?
She has locked something away.
Something deep inside her.
The truth that she once known.
She chose to forget.
Limbo became her reality.
What happened when you woke up?
Well, to wake up from that after,
after years, after decades...
to become old souls thrown
back into youth like that....
I knew something was wrong with her.
She just wouldn't admit it.
Eventually, she told me the truth.
She was possessed by an idea.
This one, very simple idea
that changed everything.
That our world wasn't real.
That she needed to wake up
to come back to reality, that...
in order to get back home...
We had to kill ourselves.
- What about your children?
- She thought they were projections.
That our real children are waiting
for us out there somewhere.
- Look, Cobb! I'm their mother.
- Calm down.
Can't you even tell the difference?
If this is my dream, why can't I control this?
Because you don't know you're dreaming!
She was certain there was nothing
I could do, no matter how much I begged...
no matter how much I pleaded.
She wanted to do it.
But she could not do it alone.
She loved me too much so...
She came up with a plan on our anniversary.
- Sweetheart, what are you doing?
- Join me.
Just step back inside, alright?
Just step back inside now, come on.
- No. I'm going to jump and you're coming with me.
- No, I'm not. But now, you listen to me.
If you jump, you're
not gonna wake up, remember?
You're gonna die. Now, just step back inside, come on.
Step back inside so we can talk about this.
We've talked enough.
- Mal.
- Come out unto the ledge or I'll jump right now.
Okay.
We're gonna talk about this.
Alright?
- I'm asking you to take a leap of faith.
- No, honey.
I can't. You know,
I can't do that.
Take a second and think
about our children.
Think about James.
Think about Phillipa, now.
If I go without you,
they'll take them away, anyway.
What does that mean?
I filed a letter with our attorney
explaining how I'm fearful for my safety.
How you threatened to kill me.
- Why did you do that?
- I love you, Dom.
Why did you..why...
why would you do this to me?
I've freed you from the guilt
of choosing to leave them.
We're going home.
To our real children.
No, no, no, no, Mal, You listen to me!
Alright? Mal, look at me, please.
You're waiting for a train.
- Mal,goddamn it! Don't do this!
- A train that will take you far away.
- James and Phillipa are waiting for you!
- You know where you hope this train will take you.
- They're waiting for us!
- But you can't know for sure.
- Mal, look at me!
- But it doesn't matter.
- Mal, goddamn it!
- Because you will be together.
Sweetheart, look at me!
Mal, no! Jesus Christ!
She had herself declared sane
by three different psychiatrists.
That made it impossible for me to try to
explain the nature of her madness.
So, I ran...
Right now, or never, Cobb.
Alright, let's go.
I left my children behind and I've been
trying to buy myself back ever since.
Your guilt defines her.
It's what powers her.
But you are not responsible for
the idea that destroyed her.
And if we are gonna succeed in this...
you have to forgive yourself.
You're gonna have to confront her.
But you don't have to do that alone.
- No, no, you don't...
- I'm doing it for the others.
Because they have no idea of the risk
they've taken coming down here with you.
We have to move.
- Time's up.
- Alright. I don't know any combination.
- Not consciously anyway.
- How about instinctively, huh?
I got somebody standing in
front of his office right now
ready to tap in the combination.
I need the first six numbers that
come to your head right now.
- I have no idea.
- Right now!
- I said right now! Right now!
- 5, 2, 8, 4, 9, 1.
You'd have to do better than that.
Alright. Gag him.
We're going for a ride.
What more do you like?
To kill me?
What did you get?
That boy's relationship with his father
is even worse than we imagined.
This helps us how?
The stronger the issues,
the more powerful the catharsis.
How are you gonna reconcile
then pursue his strengths?
- Well I'm working on that, don't I?
- Move fast.
Projections are closing in quick.
We gotta break out of here
before we're totally boxed in.
Damn it.
You mustn't be afraid to
dream a little bigger, darling.
Now, we need to shift his animosity
from his father to his godfather.
We're gonna destroy his
one positive relationship?
No, we'll repair his relationship with his father
by exposing his godfather's true nature.
We should thrice Fischer's
loot more than Saito's mission.
What about his security?
It's gonna get worse as we go deeper.
- No, I think we're going with Mr. Charles.
- No.
- Who's Mr. Charles?
- A bad ides.
The second we get into that
hotel and approach Fischer
his security will be all over us.
We run with Mr. Charles like we did on this timed job.
- So, you've done it before?
- Yeah, and it didn't worked.
The subject realized that he was dreaming
and his subconscious tore us to pieces.
Excellent.
But you've learned a lot, right?
I need some kind of distraction.
No problem. How about a
lovely lady that I've used before?
- Listen to me. You drive carefully, alright?
- Yeah.
getting down there is
gonna be unstable as hell.
Don't jump too soon. We only have one
shot at that kick you're gonna make.
I'll play the music and you'll know
it's coming, the rest is on you.
- Are you ready?
- Ready!
Sweet dreams.
Am I boring you?
I was telling you my story.
I guess it wasn't to your liking.
I have a lot in my mind.
There goes Mr. Charles.
Mr. Fischer, right?
Pleasure to see you again.
Rod Green from marketing.
- And you must be?
- Leaving.
In case you get bored.
She must have blown you off.
That is unless her phone
number really is only six digits.
528-491
Funny way to make friends,
someone stealing their wallet like that.
Goddamn it.
The wallet alone is worth at least...
$500, right?
Listen, don't worry about it.
My people are already on it as we speak.
Who or what is Mr. Charles?
It's a gambit designed to turn Fischer
against his own subconscious.
And why don't you approve?
Cause it involves telling
the mark that he's dreaming`
which involves attracting
a lot of attention to us.
So Cobb said he couldn't do that?
So now you've noticed
how much time Cobb spends
doing things he says never to do.
Mr. Saito, may I have a moment?
- I'm sorry, but...
- Wait!
- You looked to be "livelier".
- Very amusing, Mr. Eames.
Turbulence on the plane?
No, I mean, it's must closer.
It's Yusuf's driving.
- I'm sorry, who did you say you were?
- Rod Green from marketing.
That's not true at all, is it?
My name is Mr. Charles.
You remember me, don't you?
I'm the head of your security down here.
Get out on a different floor and keep moving.
Dump the wallet.
The security will look for that.
- Okay.
- We need to buy Cobb a lot more time.
Security, huh?
- You work for the hotel?
- No, no.
I specialize in a very specific type of security.
Subconscious security.
Are you talking about dreams?
Are you talking about extraction?
I am here to protect you.
Look...
Excellent work.
Now, what is your plan?...
Mr. Fischer, I am here to
protect you in the event
that someone tries to access
your mind through your dreams.
You're not safe here.
They're coming for you.
Strange weather, isn't it?
You feel that?
What's happening?
Cobb is drawing Fischer's attention
to the strangeness of the dream
which is making his subconscious
look for the dreamer.
For me.
Quick, give me a kiss.
-They're still looking at us.
- Yeah, it's worth a shot.
We should probably get out of here.
Feel that? You've actually been
trained for this, Mr. Fischer.
Pay attention to the strangeness
of the weather, the shifting gravity.
None of this is real.
You're in a dream.
Now, the easiest for you to test yourself...
is to try to remember how you arrived at this hotel.
Can you do that?
See, I don't, I...
Breath, breath.
Remember your training.
Accept the fact that you're in a dream
and I'm here to protect you.
Go on.
- You're not real?
- No, no.
I'm a projection of your subconscious.
I was sent here to protect you in the event
that extractors try to pull you into a dream.
And I believe that's what's
going on right now, Mr. Fischer.
Yeah. Okay. Okay.
- Can you get me out of here?
- Right away, follow me.
Stay there.
Jesus Christ! What are you doing?
These men were sent
here to abduct you, alright.
If you want my help,
you have to remain calm.
I need you to work with me, Mr. Fischer.
If this is a dream, I should just
kill myself to wake up, right?
I wouldn't do that if I were you, Mr. Fischer.
I believe they have you sedated and if you
pull that trigger, you may not wake up.
You may go into a further dream state.
Now, you know what I'm talking about.
You remember the training.
Remember what I said to you.
Give me the gun.
This room should be directly below 528?
Yeah.
Think, Mr. Fischer, think
what do you remember from before this dream?
There was...there was a lot of gunfires.
And there's....rain.
Uncle Peter.
Oh my God, we've been kidnapped.
Where were they holding you?
- They had us in the back of a van.
- That explains the gravity shifts.
You're in the back of a van right now.
Keep going.
It had something to do with...
something to do with a safe?
God, why is it so hard to remember?
It's like trying to remember a
dream after you've woken up.
Listen, it takes years of practice.
You and Browning has
been pulled into this dream...
because they're trying to
steal something from your mind.
I need you to focus and try
and remember what that is.
What is it, Mr. Fischer?
Think!
A combination.
They demanded the first
numbers to pop into my head.
They're trying to extract the
number from your subconscious.
It can represent anything.
We're in a hotel right now.
We should try hotel rooms.
What was the number, Mr. Fischer?
Try and remember for me.
This is very important.
Five.
Five, two...
It was something.. it was a long number.
That's good enough.
We could start there.
- Fifth floor.
- Yup.
- So do you use a timer?
- No, I have to judge it for myself.
While you're all asleep in 528,
I'll wait for Yusuf's kick.
- Well, how will you know?
- His music warns me.
And then when the van hits the barrier
of the bridge, that should be unmistakable.
So we get a nice, synchronized kick.
If it's too soon, we won't get pulled out.
If it's too late...
I won't be able to drop us.
Why not?
Cause of the van, that will be in free fall.
Can't drop you without gravity.
Right.
You're with me.
Go on.
- Mr. Charles
- Do you know what that is, Mr. Fischer?
- Yeah, I think so, yeah.
- They were trying to put you under.
- I'm already under.
- Under again.
What do you mean?
A dream within a dream?
Hey. I see you've changed.
I'm sorry.
Oh, I'm sorry.
I've mistaken you for a friend.
Good looking fella, I'm sure.
That's Fischer's projection of Browning.
Let's follow him and see how he behaves.
- Why?
- Because how he acts would tell us...
if Fischer is going to suspect his motives,
the way we wanted to.
- Uncle Peter.
- You said you were kidnapped together?
Well, not exactly. They already had him.
They were torturing him.
And you saw them torture him?
- The kidnappers are working for you?
- Robert.
You're trying to get that safe open?
So you get the alternate will?
Fischer-Morrow has been my entire life.
I can't let you destroy it.
I'm not gonna throw away my inheritance.
Why would I?
I couldn't let you rise to
your father's last taunt.
- What taunt?
- The will, Robert, that will.
That's his last insult.
A challenge for you to
build something for yourself...
by telling you you're not
worthy of his accomplishments.
What, that he was disappointed, hmm?
I'm sorry.
But...he's wrong.
You can build a better
company than he ever did.
Mr. Fischer?
He's lying!
- How do you know?
- Trust me, it's what I do.
He's hiding something and
we need to find out what that is.
I need you to do the same thing to
him that he was going to do to you.
We'll enter his subconscious and find
out what he doesn't want you to know.
Alright.
He's out.
Wait, whose subconscious
are we going into exactly?
We're going into Fischer's.
But I told him it was Browning's
so he can be a part of our team.
He's gonna help us break
into his own subconscious.
That's right.
Security's gonna run you down, huh.
And I will lead them on a merry chase.
Just be back here for the kick.
Go to sleep, Mr. Eames.
Are you good?
- Are you alright?
- Yes, yes. I'm..I'm fine. I'm ready.
Cobb? Cobb?
What's down there?
Hopefully the truth we
want Fischer to learn.
I mean, what's down there for you?
Did you see that?
Eames, this is your dream.
I need you to draw the security away
from the complex, you understand?
- Who will guide Fischer in?
- Not me.
Find all the route,
everything could be compromised.
- I designed the place.
- No, you're with me.
I could do it.
Alright, you'll reach on the
route into the complex.
- Fischer, you'll be going with him.
- Alright.
- What about you?
- Keep this alive. I'll be listening in the whole time.
The windows on that upper
floor are big enough for me...
to cover you from that south tower.
You see it?
- Yeah. You're not coming in?
- In order to find out the truth...
about your father, you're gonna need to
break into Browning's mind on your own.
Come, Fischer!
Sound the alarm!
Sound the alarm!
Move!
Go!
So they're shooting me!
I hope they're ready.
It's too soon.
Cobb, do you hear that?
First heard it about twenty minutes ago.
I thought it was the wind up here.
Yeah, I hear it.
It's music.
- So what do we do?
- Move fast.
Yusuf's ten seconds for the jump.
Which gives Arthur three minutes.
Hey!
- Which gives us what?
- Sixty minutes.
Can they make that
route in under an hour?
They still have to climb
down to the middle terrace.
Well then, they need a new route.
A more direct route.
It's designed as a labyrinth.
There must be access where
we can cut through the maze, right?
Eames?
Did Eames add any features?
I don't think I should tell you.
If Mal finds out...
We don't have time for this.
Did he add any?
He added an air duct system
that can cut through the maze.
Good. Explain it to them.
- Saito?
- Go ahead.
Paradoxical.
- What was that?
- The kick.
- Cobb, did we miss it?
- Yeah, we missed it.
Couldn't you instead just have
dreamt of a goddamn beach?
What the hell do we do now?
We finish the job before the next kick.
- What next kick?
- When the van hits the water.
If wanna make a call,
please hang up and try again.
If you need assistance...
How do I drop you without gravity?
Arthur has a couple of minutes,
we have about twenty.
Are you okay?
Move out!
To the base!
There's something wrong. They're heading
your way like they know something.
Just buy us some more time, alright?
Come on!
On my way.
That's the antechamber,
it's just stronger.
Was it stronger if it have any windows?
No, I mean it wouldn't
be very strong if it did.
Let's hope Fischer likes
what he finds in there.
Are those projections part
of his subconscious?
Yes.
Are you destroying
those parts of his mind?
No, no.
They're just projections.
We're here.
You're clear but hurry.
There's an entire army headed your way.
We're in.
- There's someone else in there.
- Fischer, it's a trap, get out!
Come on. A little lower.
- Cobb. No, she is not real!
- How do you know that?
She is just a projection.
Fischer...Fischer is real!
Hello.
Eames! Eames!
Get to the antechamber now!
- What happened?
- Mal killed Fischer.
I couldn't shoot her.
But there's no use in reviving him...
his mind's already trapped down there.
It's all over.
So that's it?
Then we failed?
We're done.
I'm sorry.
Well, it's not me who's gonna
get back to my family, is it?
It's a shame, I really want to know
what's gonna happen in there.
- I swear we have this one..
- Let's set the charges.
No, there's still another way.
We just have to follow
Fischer down there.
We don't have time.
No, but there will be enough
time down there.
And we will find him.
Okay, as soon as Arthur's music kicks in
just use the defibrillator to revive him.
We can give him his
own kick down below.
Look you get him in there.
As soon as the music ends,
you blow up the hospital.
And we all ride the kick
back up the layers.
That's worth a shot.
And Saito can hold the guards
out while I set the charges.
Saito, will never make it, will he?
Cobb, come on!
We've got to try.
Let's go!
Look if we're not that fully kicked,
I am gonna leave in vain.
She's right.
She's right.
Can I trust you to do what's
gonna happen here?
I mean, Mal's gonna
be down there.
I know where to find her.
She'll have Fischer.
How do you know?
She wants me to come after her,
she wants me back down there with her.
Are you alright?
- This is your world?
- Was.
This is where she'll be.
Come on.
Saito...
I need you...I need you to take care of
Fischer while I go set some charges, okay?
No room for tourists on this jobs.
Don't be silly.
You built all these?
This is incredible.
We built for years.
We started in on the memories.
This way.
This is our neighbourhood.
The place is from my past.
That was our first apartment and we
moved to that building right there.
After Mal became pregnant,
that became our home.
You reconstructed all
of these from memory?
Like I told you, we have lots of time.
What is that?
It's the house Mal grew up with.
- Will she be in there?
- No.
Come on.
We both wanted to live in a house
but we love this type of building.
In the real world, we'd have
to choose, but not here.
How are you gonna bring Fischer back?
I'm gonna have to come up
with some kind of a kick.
What?
The improvised.
Listen, there's something you should know about me.
About inception.
An idea is like a virus.
Resilient.
Highly contagious.
The smallest seed of an idea can grow.
It can grown to define or destroy you.
The smallest idea such as:
"Your world is not real".
Simple. little thought
that changes everything.
So certain of your world.
Of what's real?
Do you think he is?
Why do you think
he's as lost as I was?
I know it's real, Mal.
No creeping doubts?
Not feeling persecuted, Dom?
Chased around the globe by anonymous
corporations and police forces?
The way the projections
persecute the dreamer?
Admit it.
You don't believe in one reality anymore.
So choose.
Choose to be here.
Choose me.
You know what I have to do,
I have to get back to our children...
because you left them.
- Because you left us.
- You're wrong.
- Not at all.
- You're confused.
Our children are here.
And you'd like to see their
faces again, wouldn't you?
Yes, but I want to see
them up above, Mal.
Up above?
Listen to yourself.
These are our children. Watch.
James?
Phillipa?
Don't do this, Mal, please.
Those aren't my children.
You keep telling yourself
that but you don't believe it.
- No, I know it.
- What if you're wrong?
What if I'm what's real?
You keep telling yourself what you know.
But what do you believe? What do you feel?
Guilt.
I feel guilt, Mal.
And no matter what I do,
no matter how hopeless I am...
no matter how confused...
that guilt is always there.
reminding me of the truth.
What truth?
The idea that caused you to question
your reality came from me.
You planted the idea in my mind?
What is she talking about?
The reason I knew inception was
possible was because I did it to her first.
- I did it to my own wife.
- Why?
We were lost in here.
I knew we needed to escape
but she wouldn't accept it.
She had locked something away,
something deep inside.
The truth that she had once
known but she chose to forget.
She couldn't break free.
So I decided to search for it.
Going deep into the recess of her mind
and found that secret place.
I broke in and I planted an idea.
A simple idea that I knew
would change everything.
That her world wasn't real.
That death was the only escape.
You're waiting for a train..
A train that will take you far away...
You know where you hope
this train will take you.
But you can't know for sure!
And it doesn't matter!
- Now tell me why!
- Because we'll be together.
And I never knew that... that idea
would grow in her mind like a cancer...
that even after she woke.
... that even after yo
came back to reality
that you keep to believe
your world wasn't real.
That death was the only escape.
Mal, no!
Jesus!
- You're infecting my mind.
- I was trying to save you.
You betrayed me but you
can make amends.
You can still keep your promise.
We can still be together right here.
In the world we built together.
Cobb, we need to get Fischer.
You can't have him.
If I stay here, will you let him go?
What are you talking about?
Fischer's on the porch.
- Go check if he's alive, Ariadne.
- Cobb, you can't do this.
Go check if he's alive, right now!
Do it.
He's here and it's time
but you have to come now!
- Take Fischer with you, alright?
- You can't stay here to be with her!
I'm not. Saito's dead
by now that means...
he's down here somewhere.
That means I have to find him.
I can't stay with her anymore
because she doesn't exist.
I'm the only thing you
do believe in anymore.
I wish...
I wish more than anything, but...
...I can't imagine you
with all your complexity.
All your perfection.
All your imperfection.
Are you alright?
Look at you.
You're just a shade.
You're just a shade of my real wife.
And you are the best
that I could do, but...
...I'm sorry, you're just
not good enough.
This will feel real?
- What are you doing?
- Improvise.
No, no, no!
Get in there, now!
Go, go, go!
Disappointed...
Disappointed...
I know, Dad.
I know you were disappointed.
I couldn't be you.
No, no, no!...
I was disappointed that you tried.
Come on, come on, come on!
LAST WILL AND TESTAMEN
Dad?
That's the kick, Ariadne!
You have to go now!
Don't lose yourself!
Find Saito and bring him back!
I will!
Do you remember when
you asked me to marry you?
Yes.
You said you dreamt that
we'll grow old together.
But we did.
We did, you don't remember?
I'd miss you, more
than I can bear, but...
... we had our time together.
And I have to let you go.
I have to let you go.
I'm sorry, Robert.
You know, the Will means that
dad wanted me to be my own man.
Not just to live for him.
That's what I'm gonna do, Uncle Peter.
What happened?
- Cobb stayed.
- With Mal?
No, to find Saito.
He'll be lost.
No, he'll be alright.
Are you going to kill me?
I'm waiting for someone.
Someone from a half-remembered dream.
Cobb?
Impossible.
We were young men together.
I'm an old man...
Filled with regret.
Waiting to die alone, huh.
I've come back for you...
To remind you of something.
Something you once knew.
That this world is not real.
To convince me to
honor our arrangement?
To take a leap of faith, yes.
Come back, so we can be
young man together again.
Come back with me.
Come back.
Hot towel, sir?
We'll landing in Los Angeles
in about twenty minutes.
Do you need immigration forms?
Thank you.
- Hot towel, sir?
- Oh no.
Do you need immigration forms?
- Welcome home, Mr. Cobb.
- Thank you, sir.
Welcome home.
This way.
James?
Phillipa?
Look who's here!
Hey kids, how are you?
- Daddy!
- How are you?
Look what I built, Daddy!
- What are you doing there?
- I built a house made of rocks!
- Out of rocks?
- Come, I want you to see it.
Can you make me one?
Come on, Daddy!