All language subtitles for Twisted.2026.1080p.AMZN.WEB-DL.DDP5.1.H.264-KyoGo_Subtitles01.ENG

[suspenseful music playing]

[in English accent]
So, I know the posting said "spectacular,"

but "spectacular"
doesn’t do it justice.

The wood for this table
was sourced from an 18th-century shipwreck.

It invites
lingering breakfasts, doesn’t it?

Dinner parties
you don’t want to end.

Ah, look at that!
Golden hour.

There are so many
gorgeous pieces that I’m just so excited to show you

that just come with
the house.

When the sun sets...
Mmm.

That light
is otherworldly.

You can almost
bathe in it.

I particularly love this
vintage designer sofa.

You get a better appreciation

for the way
the ceiling soars.

You know you have
the same name as the heroine in the Jane Austen novel?

Emma Woodhouse.

Ah. I don’t hear
that lot, actually.

You know, I interact
with a lot of people

who have strong opinions
on bookshelves

but very few who care
about what occupies them.

Wouldn’t it be wonderful
to just leave the world behind

and simply exist
in our own little paradise?

Oh.

The part I most hate.

Let’s be honest.

The owners are
letting this go under market for a quick lease,

and at $35,000 a month,

this place is a steal.

And I currently have
several interested parties,

so I will need to know
by end of day today.

I-I’ll take it.

[chuckling] I was terrified
it would go to someone lacking your taste.

The owners will be
by this evening,

just to pick up
a few personal doodads,

and then it’s all yours,
if you want to swing by.

Tonight?
T-Tonight’s great.

Come after 8:00.

I’ll be here
waiting for you.

Uh, maybe when I
pick up the keys, we could--

We absolutely could.

I’ll let you
pick the wine.

[exhales]

[beeping]

Hold on.

Yeah?

Is, uh, Emma here?

Who?
Emma Woodhouse.

You got the wrong
address, man.

Like, uh, Emma
by Jane Austen.

I-- I don’t
know an Emma.

I was here this afternoon.
I’m-- I’m renting for the next six months.

Not from me.
Let me just give her a call.

I’m sure she can
clear this up.

[phone line ringing]
I don’t know an Emma.

[stammers]
[chiming on phone]

[recorded voice] We’re sorry.
You have reached a number that has been disconnected or--

Fuck!

♪ If I could grant you
One wish♪

♪ What would it be?♪
[music continues on speakers]

[in North American accent]
It was the best of times. It was the worst of times.

It was
the age of wisdom.

It was
the age of foolishness.

We were all going
direct to heaven

and all going
direct to hell.

♪ Brah brah brah brah
I love you too♪

♪ I love you too
I love you T-O-O T-W-O♪

[music continues playing
on speakers]

I’m buying this club.

Neon lights.

Sell me.

I’m off the clock.
This isn’t work.

This is me
appreciating your art.

[in English accent]
"Spectacular" doesn’t do it justice.

Can’t you just feel
the bass inside your body,

pulsing, moving,

taking over your
every single thought and desire?

This could all be yours.

I just need
a small deposit,

first
and last month’s rent.

Wonder how much you could
rent this pool for.

[in North American accent]
Just the pool? That would be a challenge.

Why does everything
have to be a challenge?

People are stupid

and our cons
have gotten too easy, so it’s boring.

I wouldn’t mind boring.

[laughing]

[shrieks]

[pop song playing]

♪ And that feeling♪

[song continues playing]

♪ When I’m with you♪

I fucking love you.

Same.

I said
I fucking love you. Same.

You just won’t say it.

That’s for marks
who need to fill the void in their lives.

We’re above that.

That’s one way of addressing
your emotional problems.

I have another way.

[song continues playing]

♪ Can’t tell the difference♪

♪ Between butterflies♪

♪ And bad feelings♪
[song fades]

[siren wailing in distance]

Huh.

Is that a good "huh"
or a bad "huh"?

This email’s sent
from Daisy Buchanan.

The Great Gatsby.

And if the IP address
is to be believed, [typing]

this email was sent
from downtown Manhattan.

One Police Plaza,
to be precise.

Well, that’s us
out of business.

Disagree.
Someone’s fishing.

I mean, the choice of name
is deliberate.

The decision not to obscure
the IP address is deliberate.

They want us to panic.

Do you not remember
what happened in Baltimore?

Oh, God. Not again.

Baltimore can suck
my fucking dick, okay?

Yeah. Not a fan of jail.

What are you doing?

We are getting out of here,
like we agreed in Baltimore.

It was one blurry photo
on social media

that inspired
one Action News 7 report

about sleazy scam artist
Francesca da Rimini,

who vacays
and stays properties and then, you know,

scams
unsuspecting suckers.

But what happened
after that one report, huh?

You remember?

No arrests. No blowback.

No consequences.
[typing]

Just-- Whatever you’re doing,
just stop.

I’m going to reply, okay?
It would be suspicious if I didn’t.

And unlike Officer Daisy here,
I’m going to use a VPN, okay?

So just chill.

[groans]

Had I known you were
going to be so delicate,

I wouldn’t have
spirited you away from working front of house

at your parents’
shitty seafood restaurant,

nor introduced you
to my exciting, yet profitable life of crime.

Paloma.
Smith.

You made me a promise,
remember?

You said
I’d never get bored.

And this conversation sounds
like a promise breaking into boring little pieces.

[groans]

Okay.

New game.

Smith versus Paloma.

You choose
my next target,

I’ll choose yours,

and whoever
closes the fastest wins.

And winner gets to decide
where we go next,

however near or far.

Are you in?

Or are you out?

I’m all in.

[gasps]

No, no, no, no, no.

Mmm. Fleur Forsyte.

Forsyte Saga,
Galsworthy.

Might be a good alias.

Yeah. I’m more interested
in what our next con’s going to be.

Check your messages.

"Enchanted cottage."
Mmm.

"King-size bed."
Mmm.

"Cathedral ceiling
and everything you need

for a rejuvenating stay
in the heart of..."

Wait. Woodstock?

Come on.
That’s a two-hour drive. Oh, no! Is it?

Wait. Read the reviews.

Oh. "The host was unreachable
the entire time."

Oh!
"Filthy pillows.

Scratchy sheets.
Faucet gushed brown water."

You know what?
That’s perfect.

No, what’s actually perfect is,
it’s complete with bedbugs.

Are you
fucking serious?

Are-- Wait.
Are we declaring me the winner right now?

Are you admitting
defeat already? Defeat? Fuck no.

Dudes can’t get enough
of a married woman, so--

Wait. What is this?
Hold on. What is this? Give it to me!

[laughs]

"S and J 4EVA"? Ah!

[speaking Italian]
All right.

The inscription was free.
No! It’s cute!

It’s kind of gay,
but it’s cute. Check your phone.

Oh. "Classic brownstone
in Brooklyn."

What’s the catch?

Well, it’s very big,
and it’s very expensive, so--

Okay.
Good luck finding somebody with deep enough pockets.

Oh. I love a challenge.

And the owner?

Did some digging last night
while you were snoring your head off.

I don’t snore.

If I did,
it’d be adorable.

What’s this? Oh.

"Dr. Robert Kezian,
a luminary in the field of neurosurgery.

Patients come
from all over the world to be treated by him.

Kezian, a pioneer
in cranial anastomosis at Langhorne Medical,

where he acts as
chief neurosurgeon..."

Hello, Dr. Kezian.

I look forward
to renting your brownstone.

Good morning, everyone.
Craniotome.

Forceps.

Gauze, please.

Adjust to 40 milligram
Propofol, titrated.

[doctor] Blood pressure
is holding stable.

Right along
the left temporal gyrus.

And there it is.

[man]
I heard you performed another miracle.

[Robert] It’s not a miracle.
It’s my job.

Be proud.
She’s alive because of you.

Well, I gave her
five years.

We could have
given her decades.

Soon.
We’re on the cusp.

No. I’m still
pushing the same rock up the same hill.

Like the Greek myth.

Sisyphus.
That’s right.

You know, you’re the first
and only surgeon to perform

a partial
neurotransplantation.

On rats,
rabbits, monkeys.

None of it means anything
until I can actually try it on a human being with a pulse.

Soon.

Right.

When a bunch
of visionless bureaucrats say we can?

No offense taken.
You know, you could try India. Less red tape.

Still doesn’t get us
FDA approval.

You can’t
save the world by yourself, Bob.

I’m not.

I have you to help me.
Oh, shit.

[both chuckling]

Always your wingman.

I got to go greet a new guest.
Oh, come on.

Don’t tell me
you’re still renting out that pile of bricks.

You must have bought up half
the neighborhood by now. Just sell. Move on.

I can’t. It’s too soon,
and I can’t let it sit empty. It’s too sad.

[makes popping sound]

[on loudspeaker]
Dr. McLachlan to room 27.

[doorbell rings]
[door opens]

[Robert]
Fleur Forsyte, I presume.

[Paloma] Dr. Kezian,
it’s a pleasure.

[Paloma] Built in 1865,

this stately
single-family town house

has three floors
of open living space,

four bedrooms,

a formal dining room,
a luxurious living area,

and the front parlor
for more informal family get-togethers.

And finally, the dungeon.

Impressive presentation.

Listen,
if I’m ever inclined to put this house on the market,

I’ll be sure to hire you
to sell it.

Grazie mille.

It is a little small,

which is interesting,
given the square footage above.

Well, the servants’ quarters
were bricked up

after it was discovered
they’d been built over a cholera pit.

Don’t worry.
I fired the servants first. Well, most of them, anyways.

Might have bricked them up
myself.

And please, call me Fleur,
Dr. Kezian.

Call me Robert.

Robert.

[Robert] The only room
I made over since--

We bought this house
with the full intention of making it our forever home.

That was, of course,
before Becca got sick.

She’s beautiful.

Even more than
the picture could convey.

Worldly, compassionate,

a brilliant neuroscientist,
way ahead of her time.

I have no idea what
she saw in me, but, uh--

[laughs]

I don’t know what it is
about this house, Dr. Kezian,

but... I feel its energy.

Please may I make it my home?

[suspenseful music playing]

Deal.
[chuckles]

Temporarily.
[yelps softly]

My wedding ring,
it got mangled, uh, in the garbage disposal.

I’m so sorry.
Let’s have a look. No. It’s--

[Paloma] What was it?
It was, um, doctor guy.

Chief of neurosurgery
at Langhorne,

specializing in
cranial anastomosis.

Wow. [chuckling]

An actual brain surgeon.

Keeps me busy,

but the commute is a beast.

But I love
the neighborhood so much.

Uh, Rebecca’s parents
had a place nearby.

It’s actually where I spend
most of my nights.

It’s nice to
have family close.

Right.
Well, they passed away a few years ago.

Here we go.

How’s that?
It’s perfect.

So, Wi-Fi password
and alarm codes

and everything else
you need is in there, all right?

I’ll take care of it.
No problem.

Trust me.
Okay.

You might have guessed.

I’m a hugger,
so this shouldn’t come as a surprise.

♪ I’m like
A goddamn hurricane♪

♪ Raging for days♪

♪ I’m lost♪

♪ Yeah, I got a madhouse
In my brain♪

♪ You can come in
If you want♪

♪ I went to the doctor♪

♪ She asked me to explain♪

♪ What are your symptoms?♪

♪ I said I think
I’m insane♪

[Paloma]
I’m going to rent the shit out of this house.

You know,
I might just lure in three suckers

and make each one of them
think they beat the other out.

God, I just got wet
at the thought.

Paloma Joia, everybody,
America’s sweetheart.

Did you get the floor plans
I sent you?

Fuck the floor plans.
I’m already in.

[Smith] I like the blonde,
by the way.

Think I should
make the carpet match the drapes?

[Smith] No.
I like the black better.

You’re no fun.

Okay.
So, down to business.

Copy of keys-- made.

Cameras-- disabled.

[beeps]
Alarm code--

dead wife’s birthday,
11-21-74.

Bases-- covered.

♪ I used to think I was better
Than all of the Prozac♪

♪ Abilify
Wellbutrin Adderall♪

♪ Told myself I didn’t
Need any meds at all♪

♪ All the depression
And lethargy’s all my fault♪

♪ I can be stronger
And I can work harder♪

♪ And I can get over myself
If I honor♪

♪ The values and visions and
Dreams that all matter to me♪

♪ And I finally prioritize
What I need♪

♪ But I didn’t
Take care of myself♪

♪ I neglected my physical
And mental health♪

♪ I pretended that I
Didn’t have any problems♪

♪ And I had the tools that
I needed to solve them♪

♪ But now that I finally
Have some experience♪

♪ Taking the pills that
I thought were so serious♪

[song continues playing]
"The pace at which biotech is advancing

inevitably raises
ethical questions,

which we must overcome in order
to serve the greater good."

Oh, must we, dead wife?

You know, it’s not too
late to call a Baltimore.

Respect the fucking hustle.

But I only make wagers
I know I’m going to win. So, with that...

♪ You’re not a crazy bitch♪

♪ La la la la la la♪

♪ La la la♪

♪ You’re not crazy♪

♪ La la la la la la♪

♪ La la la♪

♪ You’re not crazy♪

♪ La la la la la la♪

♪ La la la♪

♪ I’m not crazy♪

[beeps]

[exhales]

[siren wailing]

[car horns honking]

[ticking]

[car horn honking]

[dog barks]

[in Irish accent]
You’ll find that everything in this mansion is custom,

from the imported woods
to the molding and the trim.

The couple that owns the unit
are currently living in Florida

and are truly motivated
to find a respectable tenant.

You look worried.
Don’t be.

Says the guy who’s not about
to get his head cut open.

Touché.

[Paloma] While hallways
can feel austere,

there’s a sense of warmth
and intimacy here, wouldn’t you say?

[in North American accent]
Hey. Did you close yet?

[chuckling]

Game’s still on, then.

I’m hungry.

What’s your
favorite food? Pizza.

Pizza?
I’ll tell you what.

I’ll bring you the best pizza
in the city tomorrow, when you’re in recovery.

Deal.Deal.

[makes popping sound]

[in Irish accent]
So, what do we think?

Mm-mmm.

Yeah.
I just need one more night.

[Smith]
One more night?

Paloma Jones
is losing her touch.

[Paloma chuckles]

[Paloma]
When I win, and I will,

I was thinking
about leveling up.

[in Irish accent]
Okay. Bye.

[in North American accent]
Maybe a high-rise, something corporate.

♪ Claim my flesh
Betwixt your jaw♪

♪ Never met my match
Before♪

♪ Everyone
Seems scared of me♪

♪ They dare not pluck
From poison tree♪

♪ Go on, darling
Draw some blood♪

♪ Try to claim my soul
Upon this mud♪

♪ Spread my legs
Release the curse♪

♪ Oh, come on, darling
Do your worst♪

[in Irish accent] I personally
think you’ll find that downstairs gets the best light.

♪ Be not afraid
Lay down your weapons♪

[phone chiming]

♪ Be not afraid
Lay down your weapons♪ [chiming continues]

♪ Be not afraid
Lay down your weapons♪

♪ Be not afraid
Lay down your weapons♪

Fancy a wee drink, Tad?
♪ Be not afraid Lay down your weapons♪

Wouldn’t it be wonderful
to leave the world behind

and simply exist
in our own little paradise,

away from it all?

Imagine the parties
you could have here.

You’re gorgeous.

You know that.

You’re too kind.

And sexy.

And you can hold
your tequila.

You’re, like,
the perfect woman.

So, Tad, perhaps now’s
a good time to discuss the financial details.

Come on. You’ve been
giving me signals.

Look, Tad, if I seemed
overly friendly--

[scoffing]
"Overly friendly."

You know
what you’re doing, and I’m into it.

I’m not what you’re
looking for. Trust me.

I beg to differ.
Trust me.

[grunts]

[both shouting]

[grunting]
Get the fuck off!

What have you got
under there? Huh?

[Paloma grunting]
Get the fuck off me!

[panting, groaning]

No! [yells]

Hold still.
[screaming]

No!

Be still, you bitch.
[screaming]

[groans]

[thud]

[panting, groaning]

[Tad grunting]
[gasps]

[shouting, grunting]

Hold still!

[gasping, sobbing]

[Paloma gasping]

[groaning]

[suspenseful music playing]

Keep still.

[voices chattering]
[phone ringing]

Hey, Papi.

Oh, good morning,
Madison.

[whistles]

Oh, there he is. Hey.
You know who’s back.

Come on now.
Ain’t no bullet keeping you down.

So, what the fuck
is a "catorda"?

Cortado.
Espresso and steamed milk.

Isn’t that a latte?

Shouldn’t you
still be on leave?

And be stuck at home
with Sheila 24/7?

Hey! Come on now.

I’d rather be out
here with you,

dodging more
bullets, baby!

This bitch thinks she’s clever.
She’s not. I’m finding her.

Diane, who hurt you?

There’s three
in the last two months that we know about.

Bronx, Anna Karenina.
Long Island, Emma Bovary.

All famous
literary characters.

I was shot in the leg,
not the head.

This tells us nothing
about who she is.

I know exactly who she is.

Some nouveau riche dilettante
cosplaying through a life of crime.

You know, she couldn’t
resist replying to my Daisy Buchanan email.

"Grazie mille."

To you too,
you pretentious little bitch.

We should do a search
of every recent listing on VacayNStay.

[groans] That sounds
like a lot of work.

Narrow it to
famous literary characters.

We’ll find her.

Warricker and Crace
back on the case.

[beeping]
[moans]

[gasping]

[breathing rapidly]

Just shift Nelson to Monday
and move Stone to the following week.

Okay, I need
to call you back.

[groaning]

Just lie down.
Keep still, okay?

Let me see.
You ripped a suture.

You went into
hypovolemic shock.

I had to give you
10 units of blood.

[Paloma whimpers]

[breathing rapidly]

Where am I?

Against
my better judgment,

in a private medical facility
rather than a jail cell.

[breathing rapidly]
He tried to rape me.

[chuckles]
Is that so?

Can I have my phone?
I, uh...

I need to make a call.

[whimpering, gasping]

Molly Bloom, Realtor.

Never could make it
more than a few pages into Ulysses.

Look. I can explain--
No. Let me try.

You were running a con,
pretending to be a real estate agent,

renting houses
that don’t belong to you.

You’re a smart young woman,
but your talents are misdirected.

Don’t you want
something better?

Use your intelligence
to help advance the world instead of harming others?

[beeping]

[on loudspeaker]
Nurse Fitelis to room 312.

What are you doing?

Wh-What is that?
[suspenseful music playing]

Keep still.

[makes popping sound]

[suspenseful music
continues playing]

[grunts, breathing heavily]

[beeps]

[groaning]

I just sold the shit
out of this dump.

Call me back
so I can gloat.

[engine starts]

[knocking]
Hey!

What the fuck?

Hey! Hey!

Hey!
[knocking]

Fuck. [gasps]

Shit. Shit.

[breathing heavily]

[creaking]

[clanking softly]

[clanking softly]

[dog barks]
[gasping, breathing rapidly]

[dog growling, barking]

[screams]

So, his wife reported
him missing last night,

and his cell phone records
put him in this vicinity yesterday afternoon.

Sorry. I don’t recognize him.

You notice
any unusual activity in the neighborhood

the past
couple of days?

Uh, now that
you mention it, uh,

last night there was a car
blocking the fire hydrant.

I had it towed.
Do you happen to remember the make or model?

Might have been
a Mercedes of some kind.

Uh, I’m sorry.
I’m not a car person. [chuckling]

Oh, hold on
just a second.

Lanyard Towing.
That’s who I called.

Well, you think
of anything else,

you make sure
you stay in touch.

Uh-huh. Right.

[no audible dialogue]

[groaning]

[whimpering]

[whimpering continues]

[grunting]

[gasps, exclaims]

[whimpering continues]

[shouts]

[panting]

Hey!

Hello! Hello!

[whimpers, gasps]

I brought you some food.

This is for the pain.
[Paloma breathing heavily]

There’s a chain
around my neck.

[shouting]
What the fuck is going on?

Who are you?
Wh-What is this?

You’re a danger to yourself
and to others.

Oh, I’m the danger?

Not-- not-- not the guy
who tried to rape me?

Not the ogre with
the fucked-up head?

Not the deranged doctor
who chained me to the fucking ground?

My lab isn’t set up properly
for visitors,

and a locked door
has proven inadequate,

so... I’ve improvised.

[roaring, panting]

If you’d rather,
I can contact the authorities.

Yeah! Yes! Call them!

Why haven’t you
done that already?

I’ll-- I’ll confess
to everything!

Hey. Hey.

Wait. Wait.
Where are you going?

Come back! [groaning]

Fuck! Hey! Hey!

Where are you going? Hey!

[Robert]
Eat something.

[breathing heavily]

[roaring]

[breathing heavily]

[whimpering]

[people chattering]
[pop music playing on speakers]

People know I’m here.

Who? Your family died
in a car accident three years ago.

How can you
possibly know that?

A person
can fake anything-- ID, even fingerprints--

but you can’t fake DNA,
Paloma Joia.

What did you say?

A friend of mine
told me the other day

that I can’t
save the world.

I’m trying to
prove him wrong.

What do you need with me?

Hmm.

[ominous music playing]

[chattering continues]
[pop music continues playing on speakers]

Seat’s taken.

Mind if I
keep it warm? Yeah, I do, actually.

Losing your touch,
Jones.

Sorry. You were, like,
the third guy to hit on me.

But the first guy
that you had to think twice about.

So, what? You want to
get out of here?

Yeah.

Two more.

[chuckling]
Okay. You’re driving.

[pop song
continues playing]

[song fades]

Hey!
[slapping]

Inmate needs
to use the toilet!

Anyone?

[footsteps approaching]

I changed my mind.

No.

I’m not using that.

[urinating]

What happened to
your head?

What’s your name?
You look like a Lenny.

I’ll call you Lenny.

Weirdly, this isn’t
my worst Tinder date.

I-- I pee a lot.

I suffer from
intermittent IBS,

and, uh, this scenario
is likely to make it much more "mittent."

Unless your boss
is planning on killing me. Is he?

I’m just the thing at the end
of the chain for you, aren’t I?

Easy to ignore?

I’m sorry, Lenny.
You’re not going to get that luxury.

I’m Paloma Joia,

daughter of
Anton and Sofia,

younger sister to Nico.

They all died in a car crash
three years ago.

Look at me,
monopolizing the conversation. [toilet flushing]

Tell me about Lenny.

[roaring]

[panting]

Act like an animal,
you get treated like one.

[makes popping sound]
It’s okay.

Come on.

Later, Lenny.

That what you have
in mind for me?

He was a nurse at my hospital.
A good one.

Six months ago,
a drunk driver hits him.

Driver gets
a suspended license,

and he’s left in
a persistent vegetative state.

His final days would have
been hooked up to machines,

but the fact he’s able to
function at all is a miracle.

So, what is he now?
Your pet?

My patient.

I’m sure he’s brimming
with gratitude.

Anything else
I can do for you?

You got a cigarette?

Cigarette’s bad for you.

Should try
and get some rest.

[Crace] Okay. So, there’s
thousands of classics, millions of names.

She could go all day
with this.

Greta McKnight?
Is that from anything?

[sighs] No.

Heather Sanderson.

Isn’t that from
Wuthering Heights?

My God. You’re really putting
that SUNY Purchase sociology degree to the test, aren’t you?

At least I graduated.
[makes popping sound]

Okay.

Margaret Hale,
North and South.

Emma Woodhouse, Jane Austen.

Mm-hmm.

She thinks she’s so clever.

Narrow the search to
books by Penguin Classics.

You got it, boss.

[exhales]

[classical music
playing on phonograph]

I don’t understand.

I’d confront him,
but I’m scared what he’ll do to me.

Why don’t you just
call the cops?

Every time I do,
he just beats her harder.

Molly has
the worst taste in men. He’s a monster.

Last time,
he put her in the hospital.

It’s good to have.

I don’t like guns.

[classical music continues
playing on phonograph]

In case I need backup.

I’m going in.
Don’t let him get in your head.

[car door closes]

[classical music continues
playing on phonograph] [knocking]

[knocking continues]

[knocking continues]

Looking for Molly Bloom.

Wrong address.

Molly!

Excuse me. This is
a private residence! Molly Bloom!

Hello?

Molly Bloom!

As you can see,
I’m here alone! Fuck off!

Whoever you are,
you must be mistaken, okay? [music stops]

Where’s Molly?

Like I said,
there are no Mollys here.

What’s this?
You have the wrong house!

Excuse me.

Is this your house,
bitch?

I’m a doctor.
I’m a surgeon. I help people.

Let me help you
find your way out. You help people?

Help me find Molly,
motherfucker.

Who’s this?
[chuckles]

I heard you like
to beat women.

How about this bitch?
Beat her hard, too?

[screaming]

Shit.

[phone chiming]

[beeps]

[grunts]

Dead wife’s birthday.
[beeping]

[clanking, creaking]

Fuck. Fuck.

Paloma?

[door thuds]

[barking]
[gasping]

[barking continues]

[suspenseful music playing]

Come on.

[grunting, yells]

Smith?

Oh, God!
Oh, Smith! Smith!

Oh! Oh! Oh, God!
Help! Help!

Do something!
Please!

Help! Save her! Please!
Oh, my God!

Help! Do something!
Save her!

Be still. Be still.

Oh, God, please.
Please don’t go. Please.

Be still. Be still.

It’s okay. It’s okay.

[firing]

[breathing laboriously]

[Paloma]
Smith, I’m sorry.

And thank you all
for being here today.

I think you’re all
going to be excited as to what you’re about to hear.

Rebecca, please.

Imagine the possibilities.

Goodbye to Alzheimer’s,
dementia, ALS.

A simple graft
of matching healthy brain tissue

has shown,
in laboratory testing,

an amazing ability to literally
rewrite faulty genetic code.

[sighs]

You look exhausted.

Things could be better,
Becca.

I won’t lie. Things could be
a hell of a lot better.

[Rebecca] Then it’s time
for you to take control.

I just can’t
seem to focus.

[Rebecca] You’ve been given
a golden opportunity.

You don’t have to
go to India.

You have all you need
to do it here.

Yes, but everything’s
moving so fast.

Then move faster.

You need to do this...
for us.

[echoing]
For us. For us. For us.

[ominous music playing]

For us.

For us.

[groaning]

[panting]

Smith?

Smith?

Smith? Smith!

[Robert] ...1st, 2025.
Donor is a white female, mid 20s,

prime physical condition.

Smith. Is she alive?
Is she alive?

Gurney!

[Paloma]
What are you doing? What is this?

Is that Tad?
You kept that asshole alive?

What the fuck are you
doing? What...

Hey. Hey. Hey!

I can help you, okay?

It could be anybody but Smith.

Please. Please.

Talk to me for a second!
Look. We can figure this out, okay?

A dead body.
You could use a dead body, right?

Like-- Like--
Like, an organ donor?

See, the brain
isn’t just any other organ.

It’s the essence
of who we are.

In order for this to work,
the tissue must be living.

You’re not a doctor.

You’re like a kid
with a magnifying glass burning ants.

You’re a monster.

No. Let me show you
exactly how wrong you are.

Found her. Molly Bloom.

And I would
know that name from--

James Joyce, Ulysses.

That’s not the only thing.

The owner’s
a world-class neurosurgeon.

Why the hell
is he renting out his home?

Could be lonely.
I don’t know.

Let’s go ask him.

Human trial,
September 1st, 2025.

Continuing female
brain graft donor.

The first incision
is over the frontal lobe, directly under the hairline.

[Paloma]
Hey. Hey. Hey!

Wait! Wait!

[Robert] I’ve already extracted
the temporal muscle.

That has given me access to
the frontal and temporal lobes.

[gasping]

[groaning]

I’m degloving the skull
and beginning to work my way towards the superior margin.

[tool whirring loudly]

No.

[Paloma]
You’re still Smith.

[Robert speaking
indistinctly]

[Smith]
Paloma?

[Paloma crying]
Smith.

[heart rate monitor beeping]

[Robert speaking
indistinctly]

[Robert] I’m now
cutting back the dura so I can expose the brain tissue.

[crying]

[heart rate
monitor beeping]

[Smith]
Don’t look out there, Paloma. Just stay with me.

[heart rate
monitor beeping]

[Robert speaking
indistinctly]

I love you.

[heart rate
monitor beeping]

[heart rate monitor
flatlining]

[Paloma]
You lost your wife.

I get it.

I lost my family, too,
remember?

Forceps.
I’m placing Surgicel, which is a hemostatic aid.

When they died, I...

I couldn’t...

bring myself
to get rid of their things.

Bioadhesive.

I left the house
exactly as it was.

I even tried
talking to them.

I’m now applying
a light-activated bioadhesive

to fuse the donor brain tissue
with the target’s brain.

[Paloma]
I tried smelling them.

[sniffles]
That’s what grief does.

[Robert]
We have sutured the dura

and reapproximated
the skull back together.

[Paloma]
Robert?

Robert, please.

This isn’t you.

This is the grief.

But first,
let’s see if we have a successful transplant.

Tad...

raise your right arm.

Tad, if you can hear me,

please raise
your right arm.

Tad.

Tad!

Tad, raise
your right arm!

[panting]

That’s good. That’s good.

Tad, can you sit up
for me?

Tad.

Tad.

Oh, shit!

Get the fuck away
from me!

[Tad, with difficulty]
Baltimore.

What did you say?

[with difficulty]
Baltimore.

[together]
Can suck my dick.

Smith?

Smith. [gasps]

Smith? Smith. Smith.

Come back to me.
Smith...

I love you.

Same.

I’m sorry.

I love you so, so much.

Same.

[sobbing]

[grunting]

You fucking bitches,
you’re all the same!

[gasping]

[both grunting]

[Tad groaning]

[Paloma] Can’t be Smith!
You’re not Smith! You’re not Smith!

Stop! [sobbing]

You monster!

I’ll kill you
if it’s the last thing I do!

I swear to God
I’ll fucking kill you!

[Paloma sobbing]

[phone chiming]

[screams]

Get her ready!
[Paloma sobbing]

Hello.
Can I help you?

Detectives Crace
and Warricker. We’d like a chat with you.

I notice you have a lot
of smart cams in here.

Right. My guests
tend to unplug them.

What about
the porch cam?

The porch cam.
What about it?

I’d love to see
that footage.

Oh, right.
Dropbox works for you?

Your wife had a very
distinguished career, Doc.

1812 Prospect Terrace.

Can you verify
this rental listing?

What’s with the limp?

Oh. Doc said
I was lucky.

You know, bullet
passed right through.

Been luckier
not to have been shot.

How long
has it been?

Eleven weeks, four days.

Not counting.

There’s a specialist,
uh, who owes me a favor.

Here. Email me.
I’ll set it up for you.

Smith and I,

we tried on
different personalities

like most people
try on clothes.

The basic dynamic
was always the same.

Smith cooked. I talked.

Dr. Kezian, could you
please take a look at this?

That’s my house,
but it’s not on the market.

And, uh, who is,
uh, Molly Bloom?

Person of interest.
Confidence scam.

I had an VacayNStay guest,
uh, early this week, but she didn’t use that name,

and she certainly
didn’t look like that.

You had a life
before this, right?

You had a family?
[buzzing]

I bet you were never the guy

for big displays
of affection or even emotion.

Whenever shit hit the fan,

you were always the one
they turned to first.

I’m good, aren’t I?

What about Emma Woodhouse?

Mm, no.
It was Fleur... Forman. Something like that.

But if you like, I can
check my emails for you.

Like brother and sister.

I understand you spoke to
one of our officers

about a missing person, a...

Tad Terabant.

Then you already know
I never laid eyes on him.

You know, you are the first
brain surgeon I’ve met

who feels the need
to VacayNStay his home.

[scoffing]
I’m sorry.

Is that a crime?

I think we’ve taken up enough
of the good doctor’s time.

Fleur Forman.
Fleur Forman.

Lenny. Lenny.

[whispering]
We could get out of here, just you and me.

The great escape.

Do you want to get out
of here, Lenny?

[aloud]
Lenny, come on.

Lenny. Lenny.

Lenny! Lenny!

Lenny, Lenny, I can tell
you’ve got a good heart, okay?

I know you didn’t
sign up for this shit, Lenny.

So let’s
sign the fuck out.

[Rebecca]
I’m worried about you.

You can’t do this
alone.

[echoing] Do this alone.
You can’t do this alone.

Do this.
You can’t do this alone.

[screaming]

[line ringing]

[Robert on phone]
Bradshaw.

Ah. There he is.

Doc, you there?

You see a dog bowl
in there?

Water bowl?

Yeah. I’m more of
a cat person myself, honestly.

He’s hiding something.

Did you see that spot
on the wall?

Painting’s been
replaced recently.

And there were traces
of carpet tape on the floor in the hallway.

Did you say
carpet tape?

We need to lock his ass up
right now.

[grunts]

Forsyte.

Fleur Forsyte.

[engine starts]
Two literary characters at the same address.

This isn’t
a coincidence.

If you got a feeling
about this guy,

I got a feeling
about this guy.

[Paloma grunts]
Where are we going? Lenny, where are we going?

Lenny, are we escaping?

Lenny? Lenny! No! No!

[grunting]

Lenny, please!

Smith? Smith?

[yelping]

Cut me some slack, please.
[groans]

[whispering]
Smith.

Smith.

My girl.

I’m so sorry.

I don’t want to leave you.

S and J 4EVA.

[gun fires]
[body falls]

[screaming]

[muffled screaming]

It’s all right.
Come. Come.

[classical piano music
playing]

[Rebecca laughing]

[Rebecca] You say
the sweetest things.

[Rebecca laughing]

[Rebecca sighing]
[classical piano music continues playing]

I love you.

Human trial, intracranial
nerve transference, September 2nd, 2025.

[breathing
unsteadily]

My postulation...

to better prepare
the donor’s limbic lobe

and decrease
the risk of transference,

I’ll be stimulating
the donor’s visual cortex

with sights and sounds
familiar to the recipient.

[Rebecca laughing]

[Paloma grunting]

[Crace]
See? Look at that.

Nobody in or out
the whole fucking day.

Look at the time stamp.

And?

And it rained Monday,
cats and dogs. Dry as a bone there.

He fucked
with the footage.

He’s a doctor, not a hacker.

Yeah? Well,
he’s hiding something.

Okay. That’s great,
and we have nothing on him.

What are we going
to do about it?

He was the last one
to see our girl. He knows something.

Just keep digging.
Figure it out.

I fucking knew it.

[classical piano music
continues playing]

[grunting]

Hey! Hey!
I can’t move my body.

Why can’t I move?

I can’t move my body.
Why can’t I move my body?

What are you doing?
What’s going on?

What is that? Talk to me!
What is all this?

What is this?

My wife adored Chopin.
Why can’t I move?

Hey, hey, hey, what’s going on?
Just talk to me for a second.

Just listen to me. What are
you doing? What is this?

What is this?

Why can’t I move?

What are you doing?
What is that? What is that?

I’ll show you.

[grunting]

Allow me to introduce you
to my wife.

[Paloma]
Rebecca?

You told me
she was dead.

I never said
those words,

but she has a degenerative
brain disease.

You kept her alive
this whole time?

She kept herself
alive.

All I’ve done is maintain her
body’s autonomous functions

and helped maintain
muscle tone through EMS.

But thanks to you,
her prognosis is looking up.

You have the same blood type,
O positive.

No markers for Parkinson’s,
Alzheimer’s, cancer.

You won
the genetic lottery.

And my prize for that is?

[whimpering]

[breathing rapidly]

There’s no reason why
you can’t survive this.

People live
long and happy life with only half a brain.

[laughing]

You must have half a brain

if you think I’m going to
believe that shit.

I’m going to die here.

You’re just too much
of a coward to say it.

I hope Rebecca
bashes her fucking brains out just like Tad

and you have to watch!

You think making me watch

stupid fucking home videos

and wearing
this ugly fucking dress

is going to change anything?

[Paloma breathing rapidly]

You took the Hippocratic oath.
"Do no harm."

You know, for you,

I’m prepared
to make an exception.

[laughing]

[sobbing]

[whirring loudly]

[screaming]

[car door chiming]

[car door closes]

I’m here.

Did you move apartments?
How did you keep this a secret?

You haven’t seen
the best part yet.

[sighs]

What is this place?

The future.

Here. Put these on.

Scrubs?

It’s the only way
I can let you see it.

Huh.

You remember
what you said to me when we first started this?

Yeah, that you would
change the world.

No, that we...

would change
the world,

you and me, together.

You’ve...
crossed so many lines.

[Robert] I just
couldn’t let her go when I knew she could be fixed.

What have you done?

Sacrificing one life
to save millions.

Help me.

Please.

This isn’t right.

Wait. Wait.

[Paloma whimpering]

How many?

How many what?

Donors, like that
young woman there.

[Robert] Oh, none.
I came close a few times, but I couldn’t do it.

Bob, hey--
Listen.

Becca is running
out of time,

and that woman on the table,
pure human trash, a thief.

No one will miss her.

When did you start
judging patients?

She’s not my patient.
She’s a con artist.

I found her in my kitchen,
bleeding to death, and I saved her!

Saved her. For what?
To-- To kill her?

Well, if that’s what it takes
to save thousands and thousands of people.

No, no, that’s not
what this is about. You want to save Rebecca.

Well, who the hell
are you to judge?

Judge?

This isn’t you, Bob.

You’re playing God now.

Oh, please. Don’t be naive.
I’m a surgeon!

Okay? Every time I operate,
God prays to me.

No.

No. You’re not a surgeon.
You’re lost.

I-- I can’t be
part of this.

Bradshaw.
No, no, no, no.

Brad-- Bradshaw!

[suspenseful music playing]

[line ringing]
Come on. Come on.

911. What’s your emergen--

Bob.

We can figure this out,
Bob.

[groaning]

[grunting]

I loved you like a brother,

but no one is stopping me.

[grunting]

[gun firing repeatedly]

Why am I just
seeing this now?

What’s up?

Neighbor near Kezian’s
address reported

hearing what sounded like
a gunshot last night.

Who looked into it?
Nobody. No units available.

With the reported gunshots
and the doctored footage, we can get a warrant.

I’ll call SWAT,
have them meet us there.

[Paloma shouting]

Hey! Whoa, whoa, whoa,
whoa, whoa, whoa!

Okay! Okay! Okay!

[shouts]

I got you. I got you.
I got you. I got you.

[both panting]

Calm down. Calm down.

Okay. Okay.

[screaming]

[sirens wailing]

[indistinct
police radio chatter]

NYPD!

You’re under arrest!

[banging]
Go, go, go.

Crace, go around back.

Got it.

[officer]
Over there.

Clear!

Move, move, move. Let’s go.

Clear.

Crace?[radio emitting garbled noise]

Repeat. What’s your 20?

[Crace]
Found another entrance. I’m coming.

[officer]
Team leader. Team leader. We have got something.

All right.
Go, go, go, go.

[dog barking]

[officer]
Clear!

[whimpering]

[classical piano music
playing]

Clear!

[classical piano music
continues playing]

[officer on radio]
The place is secure, ma’am. No one is here.

[echoing] No one is here.
No one is here.

Jesus.
It’s a morgue.

[Crace]
D’Angelo, he’s not here.

Where the fuck is he?
[echoing]

[sirens wailing]
[classical piano music continues playing]

[Bradshaw] You must have
bought up half the neighborhood by now. Just sell.

[Robert] Rebecca’s parents
had a place nearby.

[Paloma] It’s nice
to be close to family.

[Robert] It’s actually where
I spend most of my nights.

[Bradshaw]
Did you move apartments?

How did you keep
this a secret?

[classical piano music
continues playing]

[classical piano music
fades]

[panting, grunting]

Yes.[Rebecca grunting]

You’re back.

You’re back, my love.

Oh, yes. Yes.

[Rebecca
continues grunting]

Yes. Come to me.

[Robert]
A fist. Squeeze. Squeeze.

[with difficulty]
Who-- Who’s the-- the--

the person?

Who?

Sadly, your donor did not
survive the operation.

What was she like?

The donor.

Um...

I, uh...

Honestly, I never had
a chance to meet her,

but, uh, as I understood,
she had no family.

[birds chirping]
[airplane passing overhead]

[chuckles]

[sighs]
Nice. Mmm.

You probably guessed
I’m a hugger,

so this shouldn’t come
as a shock.

[gasps]

S and J 4EVA.

[gasping for breath]

Grazie mille.