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Wake: I’m crazy. But that’s fine, Barry.
Barry: Oh, you got that right, Al. You’re barking mad. You are by far the craziest—
Wake: But maybe that’s inevitable when you deal with crazy stuff like this. It helps. This is happening, Barry. Alice—they never had Alice! She’s trapped in the darkness at the bottom of the lake, but she’s not dead.
Barry: Al, how can you know that?
Alan: I know, Barry. I can—
Barry: Al, I—
Wake: No, listen, I can bring her back, I can find her. There’s something special about this place. The lake, it does something to the works of art created here; it makes them come true. But there’s a catch, the Dark Presence, whatever that thing is, twists it to its own ends. That’s why all of this is happening. It’s using my manuscript to take over everything.
Barry: Al! I believe you.
Wake: It happened to Thomas Zane before. It happened to the Andersons.
Barry: I believe you. Crazy or not, you’re not delusional. Weird shit’s going down. That’s a fact. I’m on board, man. I’m with ya.
Wake: The Andersons knew about it but they were too far gone to tell me with all the drugs they’re on. But they wrote it down. There’s a message somewhere at their farm, Barry. We just need to find it.
Barry: Look out!
Barry: Al! Goddammit, Al! Talk to me!
Wake (V.O.): I had lost my gun in the crash. Barry was nowhere to be seen.
Wake: Barry? Barry!
Barry: Oh, man, you’re okay. Geez, it’s good to hear your voice. I was trying to get out of the car, but the ground gave away. Man, what a drop! Don’t worry, your cutout is fine!
Wake: Forget that. Are you okay?
Barry: I hit some bushes, didn’t get a scratch! There’s no way you can climb down, though, it’s like a sheer wall. Oh! Al! There’s something moving down here!
Wake: Barry! It’s a Taken! Use a flare, Barry!
Barry: Woo! Yeah!
Wake: Barry! Are you all right?
Barry: Ha ha! I’m good, Al. I’m great! Guess he never messed with anyone from New York City before, huh? You’re gonna have to find your way around to the farm, Al! I’ll be waiting!
Wake: Barry, just wait for me, okay?
Barry: Al! I’m not staying here. It’s suicide. I’m going to the farm. I’m gonna go ahead and secure the area. You can catch up. Don’t worry about it! I’m on the case.
Wake: Now he’s Rambo.
Wake (V.O.): This would turn into a disaster if I didn’t catch up with Barry
Wake (V.O.): Shadows crawled over the gate. I needed a light to destroy them to get through. I could sense movement in the woods ahead. Facing the enemy without a weapon was dangerous, but I had no choice. A car was driving away from the farm, headed in the same general direction as I was. For all I knew, it was Barry, caught in the consequences of leaping before looking. The car was heading for the cabin up ahead. It wasn’t far. If it was Barry, I would see the damage soon.
Diver: I’m trying to deliver each page to the right time and place. I’m trying to show you how the story goes.
Wake (V.O.): I had seen glimpses of the light before. I had seen it in my dream. It was a strange spaceman or a diver in a bulky suit. He was the one who’d been placing the pages on my path. Someone had left a gun behind. Now I had a fighting chance of reaching the farm.
Wake (V.O.): I could see the car, but there was no sight of the driver.
Wake: Hello? Anybody here?
Snyder: Aaaahhhh!
Wake: Barry!
Snyder: Aaah! Aaaah! No! Danny! You’re not—Aaah! Please! Aaargh! What, what—what are you—what are—aaaah! No, don’t! I’m sorry! Aaaaaaah!
Wake: I know you. You were in jail the other day.
Snyder: I went… to the farm again. For the moonshine, you know? It makes you see… They’re not gonna miss it, they’re in the looney bin. But my buddy, Danny, I lost him, something’s gone wrong with him, it’s not him… …like a real bad follow-up to a real good movie, where the best friend’s suddenly the bad guy… Who wrote this crap anyway…
Wake (T.V.): I’ve run through every possible course in my head. If I continue like the Dark Presence wants me to, the story I’m writing won’t save Alice. It’s a horror story and it’s going to kill her, and me, and everybody in this town. No one will survive. Darkness will consume everything. This is what it’s wanted all along. It will be free, unstoppable. It used Alice to get me, dangled her in front of me to keep me going. It was never going to release her. I’m going to change this. I’ll escape. I’ve written myself into the story. I’m now the protagonist. This feels like a terrible risk, but it’s the only way to save Alice. I’ll be bound by the events of the story just as much as anyone else who’s been woven into it. The story must stay true for this to work. There have to be victims along the way, near escapes, cliffhangers. In a horror story, it can’t be certain that the hero will succeed or even survive. He almost has to die. I’ll write my own escape into the story next. I need help. Zane’s going to be the one who’ll help me. I’ll make it happen.
Wake: Let me guess. Danny, huh?
Wake (V.O.): The farm was still a good distance away. I’d need a car to get there fast. If Barry wasn’t up here, he was probably in trouble down at the farm. For a moment, I felt bad for doubting him. After all, I’d made it this far myself. But Barry was Barry.
Wake: Oh, you’ve gotta be kidding.
Wake (V.O.): I’d known the brothers used to be some kind of rock stars, but it hadn’t really sunk in until I saw the stage.
Barry: Al! Run! Incoming! There’s too many of them!
Wake: God damn!
Wake: I’m so glad you decided to go it alone, Mr. Bronson!
Barry: Shut up and shoot! Al, we have to fight ‘em off! I can set off more of the fireworks from here and help you out! Hey, Al, did you notice there’s a lot of ammo and stuff around? This place is stocked! Al! Hold on! I’ll try to get the stage lights on! Yes! Here we go! Bam bam bah! Barry Wheeler to the rescue! God damn turn-of-the-century wiring! Hang on, Al! I’ll get them working again, I promise! Yes! Al! Stay in the light! No, no, no! Why do you keep doing this to me! Al, please don’t let me die here! Although if I buy it, this is pretty much how I always wanted to go out. Rock and roll! Wooo! Al, this may be the most awesome moment of our entire lives.
Wake: They’re trying to kill us! That’s the high point of my life? Really?
Barry: “Children of the elder god!” Enjoy it, goddammit!
Barry: Ha ha ha! That was awesome!
Wake: Bright Falls, rock-and-roll capital of America.
Barry: See, Bestseller, no reason to worry, your cutout’s good as new, right where I left it. I’ll come back for it once we have the place secured.
Wake: Yeah, that’s been my biggest worry all this time. We need to get this thing moved out of the way.
Barry: This is as far as I got, before they ambushed me.
Barry: Hey, I think Alan Wake here has something to say. What’s that, Al? “Ooh, I’m Alan Wake! I’m always right about everything! And if I don’t get my way, I’ll sulk all day long! I’m always intense and moody! It makes me very attractive and mysterious! Right now, I’m just standing here because I need my best friend Barry to carry me, but that’s okay, I can just take him for granted!”
Wake: I think I see what you did there.
Barry: Yeah, it was pretty good.
Wake: You want me to do my imitation of Barry Wheeler? No? Thought so.
Barry: Wow. Will you look at that thing, Al! They really went all out with this Viking crap, didn’t they? Look at all this stuff! They must’ve done okay for themselves, so how come I never heard of these guys before?
Wake: And this from the guy who learned about Ozzy Osbourne through reality TV.
Barry: Wow, Night Springs! Man, brings back memories. Hey, remember when I got you that gig? Your first real writing job, what got you started! Oh, is this one of your episodes?
Wake (V.O.): The Viking boat looked imposing, almost like a battering ram.
Barry: Whoa! Get going, Al! I think we can make it through here, Al!
Barry: Wow, those geezers had quite a production going on. Ooh, you know what, Al? If we make it through this alive, I’m gonna start representing them. Yep, sell this stuff online, maybe get a reality show going, release a new single…
Wake: Good luck with that, pal.
Barry: Hey, you find us a way out of here, okay? I’m gonna take a closer look at this stuff. Be careful, Al! Whoa! You okay, Al?
Wake: I’m good. Keep your eyes open, okay?
Wake (V.O.): I could see the building that had to be the Andersons’ home on the other side of the field. It wasn’t far now. I wasn’t worried about trusting the ramblings of two burned-out geriatric wrecks. They had the goods.
Wake: You’ve got to be kidding me!
Barry: Uhh, Al? Is that you out there, buddy?
Wake: Yeah, it’s me. Hang on.
Barry: I think we’re gonna have to work together to open this gate, Al. It looks pretty heavy. Hey, I think that’s the farm on the other side of the field! We’re almost there! This farm is a crazy place for crazy people.
Wake: We should feel right at home then.
Barry: C’mon, one more gate. Let’s do this thing.
Barry: The lights are out. I guess we’d better check the fuse box. You know, this place looks kind of lived in. I thought the Andersons were in the booby hatch?
Wake: Yeah, I don’t think they keep too close an eye on them at the clinic. They seem to slip away a lot so they can get wasted.
Barry: No kidding! Those guys sound awesome.
Barry: Can you hear that, Al? Music?
Wake: Of course! We need to find where it’s coming from, that’s the message the Andersons talked about, that’s the whole reason we‘re here.
Barry: Lady of the light? Oh, that’s gotta be, what’s her face, the crazy lamp lady from the town!
Wake: Cynthia Weaver.
Barry: Riiight. Must be.
Old Gods of Asgard: And now to see your love set free, you will need the witch’s cabin key. Find the lady of the light, gone mad with the night, that’s how you reshape destiny.
Barry: Okay…?
Wake: We need to find Cynthia Weaver. We’ll stay here for the night and head back to the town as soon as it gets light.
Barry: Hey, Al. Lots of hours before dawn. Might as well get some rest. And by rest, I mean drunk.
Wake: Come on, Barry. This is—Yeah, what the hell.
Barry: Listen, Al, I’m sorry about Alice. Seriously. Because I, I know we don’t get along, but we’re gonna find her, right? And even though you’re a crazy bastard, I’m gonna stick by you. No matter what. Forever, Al. ‘Cause you’re like a brother.
Wake: I’m a writer, goddammit.
Barry: Correct.
Wake: If I just wanted to, I could write ten books a year. And they’d be the best books that year.
Barry: No, you couldn’t.
Wake: That’s right, I couldn’t. But I could. ‘Cause I’m a writer.
Barry: What… what do they put in this stuff? I feel like my brain is comin’ outta my nose.
Wake: Ha ha ha!
Barry: I’m gonna get the recipe off those coots and be a… a… a booze millionaire.
Wake: I just miss her, Barry. I just want her here with me.
Barry: I know, Al. I know. It’s gonna be okay. We’re gonna make it okay.