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Wake: Aah!
Alice: Shhhh, baby, just another nightmare. Everything’s fine. You dozed off.
Wake: Right. Anything more than “dozed off” would be news for everyone.
Alice: Cheer up, handsome, we’re here.
Alice: Let’s act like we’re on vacation. Go stand next to that old gentleman there. I want a shot of you with the town in the background.
Wake: Sure. I’ll even give you a title for the shot: “A city boy moments before he got eaten by a bear.”
Wake: Hi.
Maine: Hello there. You’ve picked a good time to visit our town. Deerfest is just two weeks away.
Wake: Deerfest, huh? Did you hear that, honey?
Maine: You have a lovely wife, if you don’t mind me saying. I’m Pat Maine, by the way. Nice to meet you.
Wake: Yeah. I’m Alan Wake.
Maine: I won’t pretend I don’t recognize a famous writer such as yourself, Mr. Wake. A pleasure. I’m an avid reader myself. I hope this isn’t too presumptuous of me, but I’m the night host at the local radio station. Any chance I could get an interview?
Wake: Look, Mr. Maine, I’m on vacation. In fact, I’d appreciate it if we could keep my being here just between the two of us. I’m sure you understand.
Maine: Fair enough. You can trust me to be discreet. I’m not a hard man to track down if you change your mind, though. I hope you two have a lovely holiday.
Alice: Very nice. I got a couple of really good ones. And I see you made a friend. That’s cute.
Wake: Right. Yeah?
Barry: Hey, Bestseller! How’s my favorite writer? Are you there yet?
Wake: Barry. Yeah, we just got here.
Barry: Are the locals giving you trouble? Just say the word, and I’ll hop on a plane and come make sure that you’re left alone, Al.
Wake: No, Barry, we’re fine.
Barry: Great, great. Just want to make sure you can relax and recharge. So how is the place, has it gotten your creative juices flowing?
Wake: Barry, we’re just settling in.
Barry: Okay, Al. I’ll call back later to make sure you’re doing okay. And you call me if there’s a problem, okay? Okay! I’m just looking out for you, buddy. Talk to you later!
Wake: I love you too, Barry.
Alice: You know he’s going to be calling you every five minutes?
Wake: Barry is Barry. I can always turn off the phone.
Alice: What did I tell you?
Wake: A text message from Barry. He says hi to you too.
Alice: Alan! We’re here. Come on, let’s get back to the car.
Alice: We need to stop at the local diner to get the cabin key from the landlord. A Mr. Carl Stucky. He’s waiting for us. I’ll go fill her up while you get the key. I’ll pick you up here in, say, fifteen minutes?
Wake: Sure.
Alice: Alan? Thank you for coming here with me.
Wake: I love you too. Go on. I’ll promise to behave.
Wake (V.O.): I’d forgotten there were still places like this—towns where everybody knew everybody.
Rose: Welcome to the Oh Deer Diner!
Wake: Hi. I was wondering if you would help me. I’m looking for—
Rose: Mr. Wake? Alan Wake? Oh God! I am your biggest fan! I know people say that all the time, but I really am!
Wake: I’m… glad to hear that…
Rose: Rose!
Wake: Rose. I’m looking for Mr. Stucky. Carl Stucky?
Rose: Carl? Of course, Mr. Wake. He must have gone to visit the restroom. He’ll be back in a moment.
Rose: I can’t believe it! I’ve got all your books! I got the cutout from the bookstore when they took it out of the window.
Wake: And you keep it here? Well, okay. Good for you.
Rose: The new one will be a masterpiece, I know it! You can’t listen to the trolls in the forums saying “Departure” will never get finished. You take your time and make it perfect. I can wait.
Rusty: Try the coffee. Just don’t blame me when you fall in love, ‘cause it’ll break your heart when you have to leave.
Rose: Rusty here is no longer human. Nothing but black coffee under a thin layer of skin.
Wake: Yeah? That makes two of us.
Rose: Are you staying long, Mr. Wake? I can’t believe it! I’m having a conversation with Alan Wake! Are you on your own or is your wife with you? I can show you the town if you want. I get off work at six.
Wake: Thanks, Rose. We’ll be sure to keep that in mind. Right. So much for a quiet vacation.
Odin: Do me a favor, sonny. I could really use a tune right now. “Coconut”, number six in the jukebox. I’d do it myself, but both of my legs have gone to sleep. Bad circulation. Yeah!
Tor: Are you serious? “Coconut,” again? You disgust me. Call yourself a rocker? Unbelievable. Hah!
Odin: You put the lime in the coconut, drink ‘em both up!
Tor: Just because we’re brothers, don’t think I won’t murder you in your sleep.
Odin: It does that, gets stuck. Yeah. You need to give it a good, solid whack. Yeah. That’s my favorite tune, “Coconut.”
Tor: Shut your mouth, you demented has-been. If I had my hammer, I’d shut it for you. Sheesh.
Odin: Tune number six in the jukebox. Now that’s what I’m talking about. Yes!
Tor: This is it. I’ve died and gone to hell.
Cynthia: Don’t go in there, young man. You can hurt yourself in the dark.
Wake: I think I can handle it, ma’am.
Wake (V.O.): I didn’t want to wait. I wanted to find Stucky, to get the key and get out as soon as possible. The waitress was giving me a headache. Overeager fans always did.
Cynthia: You don’t want to die, do you? Or worse. I warned Carl Stucky about it, but he didn’t listen. I told Rose last week that she should change the bulb. This is what happens when you get sloppy.
Wake: Hello? Mr. Stucky?
Jagger: Carl couldn’t make it. Unfortunately, he was taken ill. But I have the key for you, and instructions on how to get to the lake.
Wake: Okay…
Jagger: I wish you a good stay in my cabin. I’ll come by later to check how you’ve settled in. And to meet your wife. I insist.
Wake: …thanks.
Jagger: Cauldron Lake is a special place, very inspiring.
Cynthia: You got lucky this time, young man. You can hurt yourself in the dark. This really ought to be fixed. And then I must remind Sarah to change the lights at the station. It’s been too long already.
Tor: Even that sounds better than your singing.
Wake: Are you alright?
Odin: Splendid, splendid! Yeah! Damn hernia! It swells up like a balloon if I lift anything heavier than a spoon. Yeah. Splendid, splendid. It’s been a long time, Tom. Good to see you.
Tor: Hey, you wouldn’t happen to have a bottle on you, would you, Tom?
Wake: I wish.
Rusty: The Andersons, they’re, er, local musicians. We’re waiting for Doctor Hartman to come pick them up. They wandered off from his clinic at the Cauldron Lake Lodge.
Rose: Bye, Mr. Wake!
Wake: Mission accomplished. The key, and the directions.
Alice: My hero. I got some flashlights, just in case.
Stucky: Hey, wait! Mrs. Wake? Your — your keys?
Wake: That diner was a real nuthouse.
Alice: Can you believe this place? This would make a wonderful setting for a book.
Wake: We’re supposed to be on vacation, Alice. I’ll figure it out when we get back home, okay?
Alice: Okay. We can talk about this later.
Maine: Pat Maine here on KBF-FM. Another beautiful evening here in Bright Falls, and here’s another one of my favorites to go with it.
Wake (V.O.): I didn’t want to talk about it. I wanted to bury my head in sand. Once upon a time, I was a successful writer, but that was a long time ago. I hadn’t been able to write a word in two years—not since my last book.
Maine: And now the weather. It’s going to be a clear night, so you folks from the big city might want to look up every once in a while, see those stars winking down at you. It gets pretty dark out here, but they’ll light your way.
Alice: Wow. It’s gorgeous, Alan!
Wake: It’s something, all right. Don’t worry, honey. I’ll get you inside safe and sound before it gets dark. And I’ve got the flashlight.
Alice: I know. I’m okay.
Wake (V.O.): Alice had a phobia, the fear of darkness. I wanted to make sure we were inside with the lights on before sunset.
Alice: It’s dark in there. We need lights. Can you figure out how to get the power on, honey?
Wake: Hello? Anyone here?
Wake (V.O.): The island had once been the site for a love story. Maybe it would be that again.
Wake (V.O.): An old generator had been connected to the power cable.
Alice: The lights are on! Good work, honey! I’ll freshen up a bit and start settling in!
Wake: Okay! I’ll look around a bit!
Alice: Sure thing! Have fun!
Wake (V.O.): It was a beautiful place. I told myself I could rest here—sleep here—and forget about my work. I thought we could be happy here.
Wake: Alice? Honey?
Alice: Alan! I’m upstairs! I have a surprise for you!
Wake: Well! Hello there.
Alice: I’m not the surprise. It’s in the study. Go take a look!
Wake: Okay.
Alice: Surprise!
Wake: Alice? What is this?
Alice: I guess I have a small confession to make. I thought maybe you could write here, that a change of scenery would get you past—
Wake: Damn it, Alice. You—everyone keeps—
Alice: Hey, hey, hey, just hear me out. There’s a local doctor, Doctor Hartman, I read a book of his. He has a private clinic here. He specializes in helping artists. Maybe—
Wake: So now you want to get me committed?
Alice: No, it’s not like that! That’s not—Alan? Alan!
Wake: Don’t! Just don’t. I don’t wanna hear it. God damn it, Alice.
Wake: God damn it!
Wake (V.O.): I knew she wouldn’t follow me in the dark. I needed some time alone to think things through.
Wake: Ah! Heh. Damn it.
Alice: Alan?
Wake: Alice?
Alice: Alan!
Wake: Alice!
Alice: Alan, no! No!
Wake: Alice!
Wake (V.O.): The cabin had gone dark. All the lights were out.
Alice: Alan! Alan! Where are you! Help!
Wake: Alice! I’m coming! It’s all right! I’m coming!
Alice: No! Alan! Help me! Alan! No! No! Aaah!
Wake: Alice! Alice? Oh, no!
Jagger: Keep going…
Alice: Alan… Wake up.