Vanilla Sky
Open your eyes.
Open your eyes.
Open your eyes.
Open your eyes.
David, open your--
Well, I suppose
the empty street meant loneliness.
You're a shrink.
You gotta do better than that.
I'm a doctor.
Let's not stereotype each other.
Not all rich kids
are soulless and...
not all psychologists
care about dreams.
The question is how you got here
and why you've been charged.
What do you want to know?
I was about to turn 33.
I ran three magazines
and a worldwide publishing house.
Most days I fooled myself into
believing it would last forever.
Isn't that what being young
is about?
Believing secretly
that you would be...
the one person
in the history of man...
who would live forever.
Where you going so early?
Don't record any more messages
on my alarm clock, okay?
- Why not?
- I'll start to think we're married.
Don't ever say that word.
I will never come over...
and f*** your brains out again.
How's your cold?
Still there.
How 'bout yours?
You definitely took
my mind off it.
Really?
Yes?
"Juliana" here.
Hi, Rayna. I missed my audition.
I lost my head!
No, listen, I have to go.
I'm with David.
Help yourself to whatever. Maria will
clean up. Set the alarm before you go.
And...
you are the greatest.
Bye, honey.
Bye, honey.
I'll call you later.
When?
- When?
- Soon!
Did you reserve the court?
Easy. I can't handle heavy
conversation at this ungodly hour.
Sorry to do this early,
but I gotta be done by 10:00.
You're not gonna make
the 8:
45, are you?- How did you find me?
- David Aames...
you have to check the colors
for the new issue of Rise.
-What are the colors?
-Yellow and red or traditional white.
- David, please.
Don't be late for the 10:00
with the board.
Don't tell anybody where I am.
I don't care if God calls.
- I'm very, very busy.
- Yeah.
- Can't you get rid of that board?
- The Seven Dwarfs?. No.
And that was the desire
You f***ed Julie Gianni again,
didn't you?
I know someone was there
when I called.
You had that tone.
"No, I got a cold.
I'm hanging in tonight, you know."
I had a cold.
- I was alone.
- Fine.
-You do what you want with your life.
-Thanks.
But one day you'll know
what love truly is.
It's the sour and the sweet.
to appreciate the sweet.
Julie Gianni is a friend.
Sometimes we sleep together.
What? What?
- What?
- My dream girl...
Julie Gianni...
is your f*** buddy.
- What do you wanna listen to?
- Slow down, man.
What do we got here?
Barcelona, Looper.
Radiohead?
Look out! Look out!
F***!
We almost died.
- I know.
- Use your f***in' head!
My own death was in front of me,
and you know what happened?
Your life flashed
before my eyes.
- How was it?
We're at the front door.
We're coming up now.
- Good morning, sir. Sleep well?
- Yes, I did.
- Eaten yet?
- What's that?.
Good morning.
David, you were playing racquetball.
I've been covering you for an hour.
I'm saving your ass
and you're playing racquetball.
Thank you, Fritz.
We are now exiting the elevator.
The board is not happy.
- Good morning, Beatrice.
- Hello, David.
You're in the Post today. Courtney Love
called to see if you got her E-mail.
And Graydon Carter and Shelley Wanger
called to see if dinner's still on.
- Cool.
- Art department needs the colors--
- yellow and red or white?
- Good morning, David.
And did I mention the board
is pissed you're late?
Hey, David! Hold up!
Which one?
Wait. This one?
David!
Okay, they're all waiting for you.
- You changed your hair.
- Yes. And David...
opinions are expected.
Do you dream about the board--
the Seven Dwarfs as you call them?
Sneezy, Bashful...
Sleepy...
Happy...
Doc...
Dopey...
and of course, Grumpy.
How was Aspen?
Good.
Now, I want answers
and I want them now.
How's it going?
They still look at me
as if I was 11 years old.
He's going to inherit everything.
He gets it all.
You're scared of your dreams,
aren't you?
Is that how you explain
what's happened to you?
- What?
- What happened to your face?
- I'm not talking to you anymore.
- You don't wanna show me your face?
No!
- Do you know why you're here?
- Conversation, the coffee--
David, the part where
we parry and joust...
and get to know each other
bit by bit--
No. No can do.
We'll have to skip that because
you've been charged with murder.
In four weeks, a judge
will determine your fate...
based on what I write.
- So you will talk to me.
- There is no murder.
There is no murder!
It never happened!
- I don't have to talk to anybody!
- Want me to help?
- Get the f*** away from me.
- You take it easy, sunshine.
Take it easy, Face.
Your whole story's full of holes!
Stop. Stop!
I'll take responsibility.
I'll take responsibility.
He's got control.
I'm gonna get you,
daddy's boy little freak.
- My parents are dead, you f***!
- Enough!
Is that true?
- Good cop, bad cop--
- That you're a daddy's boy?
My father wasn't built
for the 21st century.
He never went to McDonald's,
not once.
and yet...
his biggest magazine
He and my mother threw the grandest
parties of the literary world.
Ballooned.
Jumped out of airplanes.
He sought adventure.
His autobiography is the manual...
in New York City.
It's called Defending the Kingdom.
I've read it.
Page 127--
" David Jr. was a delight
as a child."
Did I miss something here?
Was that all he wrote about you?
I don't think he ever
got over the fact...
that I'm absolutely...
terrified of heights.
The irony continues.
When he and my mother were run over
by a drunken teenager...
on New Year's Eve
ten years ago...
he left the keys...
to the kingdom...
to me.
Fifty-one percent control.
Forty-nine percent going to a group
who all thought they were
first in line.
And you believe the board--
the Seven Dwarfs--
put you here to take control
of your company?
What do you care?
We're just talking.
And tonight's Wednesday night...
and I go to Black Angus for dinner
with my two daughters on Wednesdays.
So I'll have to leave soon.
You do understand that our time
is limited, don't you?
If I talk...
you'll just think I'm crazy.
With all the possible respect
I can offer a man...
wearing a latex mask and spouting
conspiracy theories, David...
believe me,
you've crossed that bridge.
Enjoy your dinner.
There are five basic emotions
in life, David.
Tell me,
before he entered that cell?
Was it guilt...
hate...
shame...
revenge...
love?
I'm completely on the wrong track,
aren't I?
Who needs ice?
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