They all had tubes attached to their wrists, and an older, bald man watched them from a distance.
Ames was counting and exclaimed: "18, 20...all connected, it's terrible!"
Yusuf: "They come every day and share each other's dreams."
Yusuf nodded to the older bald man. He walked to the nearest bed and reached out to touch the person lying on the bed. He slapped him hard on the face, but the sleeper still didn't wake up.
mean.
Yusuf said proudly: "You see, the sleeping pattern is very stable."
Cobb asked: "How long do they dream?"
Yusuf: "Three to four hours a day."
Cobb: "How long is the time in a dream?"
Yusuf: "With this preparation...about 40 hours a day."
Li Teng observed the room, stunned. He couldn't understand: "Why do they do this?"
Yusuf turned to Cobb: "Tell him, Mr. Cobb."
Cobb looked at Li Teng and said, "After taking medicine for a while, it becomes the only way you can dream."
Yusuf asked him: "Are you still dreaming, Mr. Cobb?"
Cobb looked at these sleepers carefully, looking very uneasy.
Ames asked: "They come here just to sleep?"
The older, bald man answered, "No!"
Cobb turned to the older, bald man, who looked at his sleeper with great pleasure.
Older Bald Man: "They come here to be awakened...the dream has become their reality..."
Cobb stared at the older, bald man, uneasy. Cobb turned to Yusuf and threw him the bottle.
Cobb breathed a long sigh of relief: "Let us see what you are capable of."
Soon, Cobb lay on an empty bed and fell asleep. Yusuf stood beside him. As the camera moved closer to Cobb's sleeping face, the sound of a freight train came from the speaker, and the dream was constructing.
...
As Cobb lies down, a close-up of his face, eyes closed, chin resting on the metal fence, the sound of the train deafening, Cobb breathing, breathing, breathing...
Suddenly Cobb's eyes opened and Yusuf was observing him.
Yusuf chuckled: "Enough, right?"
Cobb nodded, stood up, and looked around...
He came to the bathroom, splashed water on his face, and took a deep breath!
The scene flashed back and the curtains moved.
Mal turned to face the camera, her hair flowing and smiling. Cobb rummaged in his pocket and took out his spinning top. He tried to spin it on the edge of the back half of the sink.
But the top fell to the ground and rolled to the door. Li Teng stood there, looking down at the top.
Li Teng asked: "Are you okay, Mr. Cobb?"
Cobb wiped his face with a tissue, picked up the top and shook his head: "It's okay."
On the other side, a close-up shot showed a small brass chess piece. Linnie pushed it down with her hands. She frowned and picked up the small drill, polishing the bottom of the back of the chess piece, and on the base of the chess piece.
A hole was widened on one side. She tried the pointed part of the chess piece again.
A noise made her look up.
Linnie entered the main large open space. Someone was there, opening one of the mechanical devices. It was Cobb.
Lin Ni: "You're back."
Cobb looked up in surprise and was caught red-handed.
Lin Ni asked: "Are you planning to go down and enter the dreamland alone?"
Cobb: "I just...I need to test something. I didn't know there was anyone here."
Lin Ni said: "I'm just making my totem here." She raised the chess piece.
Cobb reached for it: "Let me see it!"
Lin Ni's hand holding the chess piece flashed aside, she smiled, and Cobb nodded: "You learned it!"
Lin Ni: "It's really ingenious to use this method to identify reality. Is it your invention?"
Cobb shook his head: "No, it's Mal's." He couldn't help but take out his top.
She looked at it.
Cobb: "This is hers. She used to spin it in her dreams so it would never fall over. Just keep spinning, spinning..."
Linnie: "Arthur told me she died."
Cobb: "She died. How were these mazes built?"
Lin Ni explained the three huge architectural models: "This is it. Each floor is related to a certain part of the subconscious of the subject we want to get close to. I designed the bottom floor to be a hospital, so that Fischer will
Father took him there..."
Cobb interrupted: "Don't tell me. Remember, you only let the dreamer know the structure."
Lin Ni asked curiously: "Why is this so important?"
Cobb said: "In case the rest of us bring our projections into our dreams, you don't want them to know the details of the maze."
Lin Ni seemed to have guessed his thoughts: "You are afraid that you will bring Mal into your dream."
Cobb said nothing.
Linnie: "You are unwilling to build them yourself. That's because if you know about the maze, then she will know about it. As a result, she will destroy the action plan. You can't prevent her from coming in, right?"
Cobb still said nothing.
Lin Ni asked again: "Does anyone else know?"
Cobb shook his head!
Lin Ni said: "You should remind them that something worse may happen!"
Cobb said softly: "I'm not going to say it's going to get worse. Look, Lin, I need them to do this job. And I need you to do this job. Without your help, I won't
I'll never be able to go home to my two kids. And that's all I care about right now."
Lin Ni was a little confused: "Why can't you go home, Cobb?"
Cobb looked at her, thinking about what to say. After pondering for a moment, he said, "They think I killed her."
This chapter is not over, please click on the next page to continue reading! Lin Ni asked: "How did she die?"
Cobb was lost in thought.
Cobb’s memory scenes are inserted into the screen!
Mal appeared on the big screen again, with the wind blowing her hair, and she faced Cobb with a smile. Cobb was shaking his head, with tears in his eyes, begging...
Back to reality, Cobb looked at her and said, "Thank you."
Lin Ni didn't understand: "Thank me for what?"
Cobb said: "I didn't ask if I was the one who killed him."
The scene switched again. In the studio, Lin Ni, Arthur, Yusuf, Ames and Li Teng were all sitting around the room, looking at the archives together. Cobb presided over the speech.
Cobb: "It's marked Robert Fischer, the heir apparent to Mauro Fischer, CEO of the Australian Energy Group."
He then opened a huge presentation book and loudly announced: "I want to break up my father's empire."
Cobb turned to the team: "This is an idea that Robert Fischer's self-aware mind will never accept. We have to plant this idea deeply into his subconscious."
Arthur asked: "How deep?"
Cobb said: "Under the third level of dreams."
Arthur said doubtfully: "This is a dream within a dream? Is this possible?"
Ames responded: "Yes, it's possible."
Cobb: "Listen to me, the subconscious mind operates through emotion, not reasoning, so we need to transform this idea into an emotional concept."
Arthur wondered: "How do you translate a business strategy into an emotion?"
Cobb said: "This is where we have to come up with solutions. Robert and his father have a tense relationship, even worse than the gossip columns say..."
Ames suggested: "Can we deal with it this way? We make him feel that breaking up his father's company is the most fatal blow to the old man?"
Cobb shook his head: "No, positive feelings always outweigh negative feelings. We long for reconciliation and spiritual catharsis. We need to construct a positive emotional logic."
Ames thought, paced back and forth, then looked back at the presentation board.
Suddenly he said: "Try this... "My father thought I should start my own business instead of following in his footsteps."
Cobb nodded and said, "This might work."
Arthur immediately said: "Maybe? We need to be a little better than 'maybe'."
Ames disagreed: "Thank you for your contribution, Arthur."
Arthur: "Forgive me for being so specific, Eames."
Cobb continued: "The process of 'implantation' is not necessarily that clear-cut. Once we get into his head, we will act accordingly based on what we find."
Arthur shrugged, a little desperate. Then the next moment, the camera came to the other side, and the entire team came to an uninhabited intersection. Linni introduced all aspects of the geographical environment to Yusuf.
Ames: "We can break this idea down into motivations for emotion and use one at each level."
Cobb: "What do you mean?"
Eames: "On the top level, we started building the relationship between him and his father... like, 'I'm not going to make the same mistakes that my father made.' And then on the second level we established his ambition and his self-esteem. We gave him
He instilled: "I want to start my own business." Finally, when we get to the bottom, we will use the deadly weapon of emotion..."
"My father didn't want me to be another him."
Ames nodded: "That's fine."
Arthur wondered: "How do you create these emotional motivations?"
Ames explained: "I will incarnate Peter Browning according to his words and deeds, and perform every relationship state. He is a key figure in Fisher's emotional life."
At this moment, two African-American walkers came into view.
Arthur asked: "Is this your projection?"
Ames shook his head, and Cobb turned to Yusuf.
Arthur asked: "Yusuf?"
Yusuf was a little apologetic: "Yes, I'm sorry."
Cobb said: "Suppress them. We can't bring our own projections into the dream. We let Fisher's subconscious provide the people around him."
Ames looked at Li Teng: "Li, when should I see Browning?"
Li Teng: "We will fly to Sydney on Tuesday. We have made arrangements for you..."
The scene switches to the drawing room of Maurice Fisher's office, where they are obviously starting to work.
Eames sat in the crowded room, where boxes and folders were piled high, while Browning stood in front of a row of double doors.
Li Teng's voice came: "As a legal advisory team working for Browning."
Browning: "I'm not here to sell out the deal, let's take them down."
Lawyer: "Maurice Fisher's policy has always been to avoid litigation!"
Browning turned to the lawyer, calm but dignified.
Browning: "How about we take your concerns directly to Morris?"
Browning opened the door to Maurice Fisher's inner office. As Browning waved the lawyer in, Ames leaned in and peered in!
Soon, the original office turned into a temporary ward: a bed was placed where the desk was. Browning knocked on the glass. Robert Fisher, in his 30s, suddenly woke up. Browning
Ask: "How is he?"
Fisher turned around and leaned against Browning, signaling for silence, and at the same time glanced at his father on the hospital bed.
His father breathed slightly.
Browning said: "I didn't want to bother him needlessly, but I know him!"
The father said, "Robert! I told you to get the hell out of here!"
Morris suddenly moved and knocked over something beside the bed. Fisher knelt down to collect the framed photos, when the nurse came to comfort Morris. He stared at the photos behind the broken glass - in the hands of a little boy.
Holding a paper pinwheel, it was obviously made by a child. Each connection point on it was numbered with a pen, and his father blew on it.
This chapter is not over, please click on the next page to continue reading! Browning: "It must be a precious memory of his..."
Fisher: "I put it on his bedside and he didn't even notice."
Browning: "Robert, we need to talk about the power of lawyers. I know it's a little hard for you to talk about it now, but it's also important to start thinking about the future..."
Fisher said, "Not now, Uncle Peter."
Browning looked at Fischer, thoughtfully, he had to wait for the right time.
Eames's voice came: "The greedy vultures are circling. The sicker Maurice Fisher becomes, the more powerful Peter Browning becomes..."
Ames watched Browning, studying his every move.
In the bathroom, Eames gestured to the mirror, as if preparing to shake hands...
"I have had enough time to observe Browning's physical features and his mannerisms..."
In the mirror: Browning returns the gesture.
In the studio, Eames said: "Now in the dream, I can become Browning and suggest ideas to Fisher's mind and consciousness."
As he spoke, he took out a chart and continued: "Then we take Fischer to another level of dreamland, so that his subconscious can begin to control his mind."
Arthur said: "That means he came up with this idea himself."
Ames nodded: "That's it. Only in this way can this idea take root and sprout. It seems to be spontaneous."
Arthur said with admiration: "Eames, I have learned the lesson."
Eames smiled: "As always, I am very grateful for your compliments, Arthur."
In the hotel lobby, the entire team sat on the huge marble lobby stairs and discussed together. Lin Ni showed Arthur the lobby.
"He didn't have any surgeries scheduled, dental appointments, nothing," Ames said.
Cobb said: "I think he needs knee surgery?"
Ames shook his head: "No, there is no chance for him to dream. Moreover, we need a sufficient 10 hours."
Li Teng said: "Sydney to Los Angeles."
They turned to Li Teng.
Li Teng said: "12 hours and 45 minutes - this is one of the longest flights in the world. He flies every two weeks!"
The next shot goes directly to the airport.
Fisher stepped out of a black luxury car and was escorted across the tarmac by two bodyguards to a giant jet.
Cobb's voice came: "Surely that's his private jet too?"
Li Teng's voice said: "Not if his private jet needs unexpected maintenance."
Fisher meets with a distraught flight technician.
Outside the dream, Cobb considered these words carefully, and Arthur came over: "Then we need a Boeing 747."
Cobb asked, "Why?"
Arthur replied: "Because the pilot is on top of the 747 and the first class cabin is at the nose, so no one shuttles in the first class cabin. We had to buy the entire first class cabin and the first class service personnel."
Li Teng said: "I bought that airline."
Everyone turned to Li Teng.
Li Teng laughed: "This seems...more convenient."
Cobb: "More efficient, oh?" He stood up: "Okay, now we have 10 hours without being disturbed."
After that, he said to Lin Ni: "By the way, the lobby is very well designed."
