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(thunder crashing)
(dramatic music)

(dramatic eerie music)

- What's going on?

- You're gonna feel
a slight itching

as the sedative takes effect.

- What the hell is this?

- And then you'll
begin to relax.

Just let yourself fall asleep.

Just let yourself go.

(eerie music)

(ominous music)

- Do you wish you to say
anything before we begin?

- Yeah. Who the hell are you?

(electricity crackling)
(priest muttering)

(prisoner gasps)

(prisoner gasping)

- Why are you doing this to me?

(dramatic suspenseful music)
(prisoner gasping)

(cell phone ringing)

(prisoner gasping)

- The governor's
stayed the execution.

(prisoner gasping)
(dramatic music)

- Who the hell are you people?
People, people? (gasps)

(chains rattling)
(dramatic music)

(people chattering)

- The governor
agreed to our appeals

and granted a stay of execution

while he reviews our brief.

But it's only temporary, Anne.

- I wanna see my lawyer.

- We are your lawyers.

Faking some kind of amnesia

is the absolute worst thing
you could do at this point.

- Look, I don't know you,

I don't know where I
am or how I got here,

and I sure as hell don't know
what you're talking about.

Listen to me, I don't
know what's going on here!

(door clanging)

- You caught a break, Anne,
that's what's going on here.

Please, don't screw it up.

- Who the hell is Anne?

I can't remember!
Don't you understand?

I can't remember anything!

(dramatic music)

(ominous music)

(dark mysterious music)

My name is Anne Huston.

At least that's
what they tell me.

With no memories of my own,

I've been given the memories
of a murdered woman.

If I can find out
what happened to her,

I might be able to find
out what happened to me.

(dark mysterious music)

(dramatic music)

(computer beeping)
(traffic whooshing)

(people chattering)

Anyone gonna tell me
what this is all about?

- [Miles] Glad to
be out of the hole?

- Who wants to know?

- I'm Special Agent Miles
McAvoy, I'm with the FBI, Anne.

- There's that name again.

- Well, that's your
name. Anne Huston.

- Okay, that's a start.

- You murdered a
colleague of mine,

an undercover agent.

Remember?

- I could use a drink.

- [Miles] What would you like?

- I don't know.

Why? Why don't I know?

- Your condition is what
doctors call a fugue state.

They can be caused
by physical trauma

like a brain injury,
but more likely,

it's triggered by a
severe emotional crisis.

- Like being strapped
down in a death chamber?

- Possible.
- How long does it last?

- Hard to say. But
it's why I'm here.

The bureau is working on
a new forensic technique.

It is experimental,
potentially dangerous,

but it's highly promising,
and we're ready to try it out.

- Let me guess, you
wanna try it out on me.

- No, we need a volunteer.
- You mean a guinea pig.

- You've been given a
conditional reprieve.

Now, let me emphasize
the operative word
there, conditional.

- I'm listening.

- If you agree, you'll be
remanded to the custody

of the Federal Bureau
of Investigation.

All records of who you were

and what you've
done will go black.

The Anne Huston
that you used to be

will cease to exist.

- But I want to exist,
I wanna know who I am.

- You're a convicted
murderer on death row.

- That's it?

Was I married?

Did I have kids? A job?

Why'd I kill that agent?

- That's not important now.

- But it's important to me.

- [Miles] Sorry.

- You gonna tell me

what this potentially
dangerous experiment is?

- I'm offering you a
second chance here.

A chance to start over.

- And if I refuse?

- Then I walk upstairs

and I tell the judge
you're not interested.

Marshals come back in here

and drive you right
back to death row.

(computer keys beeping)

- Thanks.

(door clicking)

(camera whirring)

- [Meredith] How much
have you told her?

- Only that you were pioneering

a new investigative technique
we were interested in.

(door clicking)

Anne Huston, this is
Dr. Meredith Crick.

- Ready to make history, dear?

(elevator dings)

It is generally accepted
that learning and memory

are stored diffusely
throughout the brain.

But it is my contention
that the caudal margin

between the hippocampus

and the basolateral
complex of the amygdala

is the most important
subcortical intersection

for the retrieval of memory.

- You gotta be kidding me.

- It's like a pattern of
neuro circuits created

and reinforced by
feelings, sights, sounds.

Specific circuits equals
specific memories.

- I wouldn't know,
I don't have any.

- Yes. That's why
you're so perfect.

(mysterious music)

By using transcranial
magnetic resonance,

I've been able to re-create
these neural impulses,

upload them to a microprocessor

and transmit them
into a living brain,

where they trigger
similar synaptic activity.

Thank God for
wireless technology.

(dramatic music)

They call this the halo.

Non-invasive neural
sensors retrieve

and transmit memory impulses
directly from the subject brain

into the target synapses
of the host brain.

It's kind of like
a reverse lobotomy.

I believe we can now
transfer memories

from a person who
has died recently,

48 hours to 72 hours at most,

to the brain of
another living person.

These migrated memories
would only last a few days

before they
evaporate completely.

- But just imagine
what it would mean

if a deceased witness
could divulge details

of an unsolved crime, like
the victim of a serial killer

that could identify
her murderer.

- So, you wanna see
if it works on me.

- Can't wait.

(dramatic suspenseful music)

(dramatic suspenseful music)

(dramatic music)
(footsteps tapping)

(bottles clanking)

(Sarah screaming)

- You should have left
well enough alone.

(Sarah shrieking)

(Sarah screaming)

- Meredith, look at this.

Sarah Bradey, a small-town
girl from Virginia,

graduated summa cum
laude in law school.

Then she landed a job with
Senator Davis Wilmont.

- Intelligence Oversight
Committee Chairman Wilmont?

- Uh-huh, that's
why we're involved.

- Suicide?

- Probably, but the
director wants to be sure.

National security concerns.

- How long since death?

- M.E. says less than 36 hours.

- Well then, we better hurry up,

'cause in a few more hours,

all we'll get out of her
brain is white noise.

- [Miles] I'm on it.

(dramatic music)

A little biochemical stimulation

of acetylcholine and glutamate,

and we're ready to begin.

- What if I, what if I actually
see what happened to her?

What if, what if
I remember dying?

- I imagine it will be a
completely unique experience

you'll wanna share with us.

- So what?

The only memories
I'm ever gonna have

are from someone
I don't even know?

- As I said, transplanted
memories only last a few days.

After that, you're
back to normal.

- Nobody's gonna force
you into this, Anne.

You just say the word and you're
back on the bus to prison.

(dramatic music)

You're gonna be fine.

(machine whirring)

(computer keys clicking)

- I hope she wasn't a loser.

(suspenseful music)

(computer beeping)

- Anne Huston,
meet Sarah Bradey.

(computer beeping)
(dramatic music)

(Sarah screaming)

(computer beeping)

(sighs) She'll need
a good handler.

- I've got the
perfect one in mind.

(dramatic music)
(thug grunts)

- Hey!

(thug grunting)

(blows thudding)
(men grunting)

(sirens wailing)

(tires screeching)

- Not today, pal! Not my-

- FBI, hands on the ground!

Sean!

- He's wired! (grunts)

You smell it?

Acetylene peroxide, TATP.

He's got a freaking
chemistry lab up there.

- We need to clear the alley!

I need a demo team down
here on the double!

On the double!
- Move it!

(cell phone ringing)
(sirens wailing)

(cell phone ringing)

- What!

Ma, I told you I'd be
at the party tonight.

No, look, I'm sorry.

I'm out of breath, I've
been, I've been jogging.

No problem at all. (grunts)

I'm happy to.

I promise. All right, bye.

(phone beeps)
(sirens wailing)

(dramatic music)

(door buzzes)

How's it going?
- Good, thanks.

(people chattering)

- [Sean] Hey.

- Nice work yesterday, Sully.

- Thanks.

Next time, I'll
work on something

a little more upscale.

I'm tired of listening
to my mother complain

about the way I look.

- Still shacking up
with older women, huh?

- Well, looks like Sharon
might get to keep the house.

- You know, I still
have that guest room,

still down the hall from mine.

- Yeah, maybe after
the divorce is final.

- You don't know
what you're missing.

- Yeah, I bet.

You ready to meet Blank Slate?

- I told him, Miles,
I'm a field guy.

This is not my thing.

- The best I ever trained,

and the only one I trust
with this assignment.

- She killed one of ours

and I'm supposed to be okay
handling someone like this?

- Someone like that is exactly
why I need someone like you.

- I feel like I'm gonna be sick.

- A feeling of disorientation
is an unfortunate

but predictable side effect.

It'll pass.

- Easy for you to say.

- What else?

- All I remember is the
feeling I was falling.

- Hm.

(dramatic music)

Some of these things
belonged to Sarah Bradey.

(dramatic music)

I know which ones they are.

I wanna see if you do.

(mysterious music)

(mysterious music)

- This belong to her?

- Keep trying.

(knuckles rapping)

- Dr. Crick, Anne, this is
Special Agent Sean Sullivan.

He's been assigned
to be your handler.

- My what?

- He's going to monitor
your progress for us.

Work with you, stay with you.

- Keep me on a leash.

(Anne vomiting)

- Always make a good
first impression.

- Meredith.

- She doesn't remember anything.

She has no recollection
of who Sarah Bradey was.

None, zip, nada.

- Well, maybe we
should try again then.

- It's risky, Miles,
it's very risky.

- Why?

- Overexposure could result in
complete psychic dislocation.

She could end up brain-dead.

(dramatic music)

(birds chirping)

- Feeling better?

- Missing, I feel
like I'm missing.

You mind covering that back up?

You look different.

- Closed the case,
retired the cover.

- [Anne] Easy as that, huh?

- Like shedding skin.

- I thought it would
be more complicated.

You know, pretending
to be someone,

the details and all that.

- What do you know about it?

- Just what I see in movies.

- What movies?

- I can't remember.

Not what you expected, am I?

Cold-blooded
murderer, widow maker.

- You know, in Arabic,

they call the oleander
plant God's joke.

You know why?

Because it's beautiful,
fragrant and poisonous.

(siren wailing)

(Anne sighs)

What?

- Whenever I hear a siren,
I think of my mother.

She died a year ago.

(mysterious music)

- A memory nexus
is clearly forming.

- Yes, but the
question is whose?

- Sarah Bradey's
mother had an aneurysm.

She died suddenly,
one year ago, Miles.

Almost to the day.

(mysterious music)

(dark tense music)

(music box chiming)

- There was a diamond
bracelet in this.

- It's working.

- (sighs) I'm
telling you, Miles,

she's playing us like some
carnie fortune teller,

just giving us
enough information

to make us think she knows
what she's talking about.

- That jewelry box
belonged to Sarah Bradey.

It's a damn good carnie
trick, if you ask me.

- [Miles] Well we
need to be sure.

- We need another catalyst
to provoke more memories.

An emotional trigger, you know,

like a, a sight, a
smell, something.

- All right, take
her to the scene.

Don't tell her why you're
there, just make something up.

And just sit, wait, see
if anything happens.

- Anything like what?

- Like what happened that night.

(mysterious music)

- Which one am I
supposed to like?

(pensive music)

(pensive music)

(knuckles cracking)

- (sighs) You mind
not doing that?

- Doing what?

- That.

- You're not buying
any of this, are you?

- Not for me to say.

- But it would bother you
if it worked, wouldn't it?

- Why would it bother me?
- I'm not sure.

But I think for some reason,
you're afraid that it will.

- Now you're a psychologist
as well as a murderer.

- You're not that hard to read.

- You have no idea.

- What was he like?
- Who?

- The agent they say I killed.

- [Sean] Never worked with me.

- But you heard about it, right?

You could find out, right?

I mean, if you really wanted to?

- Why would I really want to?

- To help me.

- I don't want to help you.

- Sometimes I think
I'm gonna remember.

It's there in the back of
my mind in, in the fog,

but I just can't
seem to get to it.

(horn honking)

I'm not a murderer, I can't be.

- You held him hostage.

You beat him and burned him,

you cut him and tortured
him for three days

until he finally died.

He left behind a wife
and three little kids.

You satisfied?

(somber music)

- You mind telling me
what we're doing here?

- Looking for evidence.

- Then what?

- Well, it depends on what
the evidence tells me.

Want some?

- I hate gum.

- How do you know?

(bottles clanking)

- Oh, no.

(sinister music)

(bottles clanking)

(Anne groaning)

- Hey.

Hey, hey, hey. What's
the matter with you?

- You should have left
well enough alone.

(echoed screaming)

(dramatic music)

(Anne gasps)

- This is where it
happened, isn't it?

You bastards.

(mysterious music)

(knuckles cracking)

It was like, it was like

some kind of hyper-real deja vu.

I could feel what
he was doing to me,

but I could still
see Agent Sullivan.

- Fragmentary reconstruction.

Your past and your present
competing for space.

(pencil scribbling)

- How's this?

- "Should have left
well enough alone."

- What?

- That's what he
said, the killer.

"You should have left
well enough alone."

- She's damn good,
I'll give her that.

Freaked the hell out of me.

- It's not good enough.

She's gotta remember
something we can verify.

Crick says we have 48 hours
until Sarah Bradey's memory

starts to fade, if we're lucky.

- You, you mind telling
me whose ass I gotta kiss

to get off Fantasy Island?

- Start with mine, Slim,
get me something I can use.

(door thudding)

- Just hang back, okay?
Let me do the talking.

- Afraid I'll embarrass you?

(knocker tapping)

- Mr. Bradey?
- Yes.

- Dad.

- I, I mean, you're, you're
Sarah's dad, aren't you?

- Very sorry to trouble
you at this time, sir.

I'm Special Agent Sullivan,

this is my associate,
Anne Huston.

- Come in, please. Come on in.
- Thank you.

- I was gonna get
something to drink.

Can I get you anything?

- Water would be fine, thanks.

What the hell was that?

- I've got all these feelings,

I, I don't know where
they're coming from,

I don't know how
to deal with them.

- Suck it up, that's
how you deal with them.

- (sighs) Look at this.

Every time I turn around,
some neighbor I hardly know

is bringing over a
homemade casserole this,

and meatloaf that, and
chicken something-or-other...

What am I gonna do
with all of this?

I'm all alone.

Why is it that people
think you can just eat

your way out of
this kind of pain?

- They want you to have
something they love.

It comforts them,

and they're hoping it'll
do the same for you.

- That's something my
daughter would have said.

(mysterious music)

(eerie music)

- Merry Christmas, Mom.

(Anne sighing)

- [Children] Happy
birthday! Happy Birthday!

(bright music)

- Is it possible that
Sarah was having problems

with someone she knew,
either at work, or a friend?

(gentle piano music)

(gentle piano music)

- Please, don't stop.

That was her mom's
favorite song.

She used to play it for her
every time she came to visit.

(gentle piano music)

Just can't believe that
she'd take her own life.

- She didn't, Mr. Bradey.
I know she didn't.

(gentle piano music)

- (chuckles) You're,
you're sure about that?

There's no mistake?

- [Miles] There's no mistake,

we've checked and
double-checked.

We'll talk when you get back.

- You, uh, you don't
play the piano.

According to McAvoy and Crick,

Anne Huston's never played
a musical instrument

in her life.

What'd you find out?

- I've been going over
all the case files,

court transcripts,
anything and everything

I can find about Anne Huston.

And according to the reports,

Special Agent Richard
Walton had been working her

for several weeks before things
got ugly in that motel room.

He picked her as a possible way

into the gang moving
high-quality meth

into L.A. from Mexico.

- She was using?
- Hard to tell.

Background's awful sketchy.

Midwestern farm girl,
parents deceased,

graduated at state
college, average student.

She pretty much
falls off the grid

until she pops up in
Walton's case file.

It's all a little
too convenient.

- You think she might have
been setting up Walton

the whole time?

- I do this for a living, Sully.

I build histories,
I create identities.

I can smell a cover a
half a continent away.

I mean, does she look
like she was a hooker

working the chump-change
circuit to you?

- [Sean] When did you
first meet Sarah Bradey?

- We started at the senator's
office on the same day.

Both of us just scared witless.

But she was so smart, you
know, she was very upbeat,

and people were
immediately drawn to her.

We, we got really close.

She and I would
cover for each other

after a long night of
a little too much fun.

We, uh, we promised each other

we'd always watch
each other's back.

I guess she kept up her end,
and, you know, I didn't.

(people chattering)
(gentle music)

- Someone you know?

- No. Just didn't like the
way he's staring at me.

(Anne sighs)

- Apple martini.
- What?

- Nothing for me.
- Really?

That's what we
would always order.

Sarah loved apple martinis.

You know what,
sure, I'll take one.

Might as well. It's after 5:00-

- [Miss Marks and Anne]
Somewhere. (laughing)

- Was there a boyfriend,
Miss Marks? A lover?

Someone you think might
have wanted to hurt her?

- You know, I can't
think of anybody

who would want to
hurt Sarah Bradey.

She never made anybody feel bad.

(people chattering)
(gentle music)

He'll kill you if he finds out.

- Thank you.
- Thank you.

- Sarah was involved
with someone.

She tried to warn her.

- And you remember this
while we were sitting there?

Uh-huh.

Reminds me of Niagara Falls.

My folks used to take us
there when I was a kid.

- It's not the
falls. It's a place.

The Niagara Apartments.

Somewhere here in this city.

- Is this your memory or hers?

- Well, maybe I'll
know when we get there.

- [Sean] Okay.

(gentle mysterious music)

(eerie music)

- It's this way.

(suspenseful music)

Something happened here.

(mysterious music)

(doorbell ringing)

(dramatic music)

- This better be good.

(alarm beeping)

(keys clicking)

(gentle mysterious music)

(cork popping)

(dramatic music)

(suspenseful music)

- Come here. Come here.

I'm gonna need a new tailor.

If I ever wanna be president.

- [Woman] Sarah!

(dramatic music)

- [Sean] You're shaking.

- I can't stay here.

She was having an affair.

- With the man that killed her?

- I don't think so.

But something weird
happened in there.

- Weird, how?

- I'm not sure, but
something frightened her.

I could feel it, I wanted
to jump out of my skin.

- This town can be so
hard on young people.

It can destroy you if
you're not tough enough.

- Was she? Sarah Bradey?

Was she tough enough?

- She was very
bright, very talented.

Davis came to rely on her
for all kinds of things.

We wanted to take
her with us, but-

- All the way to
the White House.

I'm sorry to keep you
waiting, but it was either you

or the chairman of
the Joint Chiefs.

Agent?
- Sullivan.

- Nice to meet you.

Davis Wilmont. Pleasure.

Well, I'm still stunned.

I can't believe what happened.

- According to your
staff, Senator,

you had a meeting with
her just before she left?

- I had her working
on background

on a nominee for
Army Under Secretary.

Was a bit above her pay scale,

but I wanted to
reward her dedication

and move her up a notch.

- Anyone jealous?
In your office?

About you rewarding a first-year
intern over her pay scale?

- Sarah Bradey couldn't
make anyone jealous.

She didn't have a
manipulative bone in her body.

What you saw was what you got.

- Was there anything
about her work,

about her security clearance
we might want to look into?

- She had limited clearance,

but no access to anything
sensitive enough to compro-

- Are we sure, Davis?

- She would never have done
anything to compromise me.

Besides, she, she was a kid.

I mean, she didn't have
the brains to get involved

with anything like that.

- By the way, it wasn't suicide,
in case you're interested.

(Sean chuckles nervously)

- Uh, thank you for
your help, Senator.

- [Davis] My office
is at your service,

Agent Sullivan, 24/7.

- [Sean] Thank you, sir.
Appreciate the time.

- Thanks.

(mysterious music)

- You're gonna need a new tailor

if you're ever
gonna be president.

(Davis chuckles nervously)

- What the hell was that?

- He's not the one.

I saw the killer's
face. It's not him.

- You were completely
out of bounds.

- Hey, it's all I
could do from going off

on that pompous ass.

He used me! Her!

- [Sean] What are
you talking about?

- That's the guy she was
having an affair with.

How could she be so weak?

She was so smart, so capable.

How could she fall for that?

- Sometimes people make
the biggest mistakes

of their lives because of love.

- You're speaking
from experience?

- I didn't wanna
believe it at first,

and I tried to convince her
that it's always the woman

who ends up losing
in these things.

- Sometimes our hearts
just get in the way.

Whatever anyone
says about Sarah,

the one thing I'm sure of is
I know she had a good heart.

I smell turkey.

(Tim laughing)

- It's one of the neighbors.

They think I'm
starving over here.

Smells like
Christmas, doesn't it?

We used to have
these great talks.

She would sit here for hours,

tell me everything.

I think that's what I'm gonna
miss the most about her,

not being able to talk to her.

(gentle piano music)

(gentle music)

(static crackling)

(dramatic music)

- Blake!

- You all right, sweetheart?

- Who's Blake
Feltzer, Mr. Bradey?

Blake Feltzer, Sarah knew
someone by that name.

Who is he?

- She was engaged to him.
They were college sweethearts.

But he was, he was bad news.

He was possessive and jealous.

She had to get a
restraining order

to stop him stalking her.

If he wasn't already
in jail for drug abuse,

I'd be going after him myself.

- He's in jail?
- Yes, he is!

And it's where he belongs.

- I got all these feelings,
happiness, sorrow, love.

But, but they're not
mine, they're hers.

It creeps me out,
I'm nothing like her.

- What makes you think so?

- I just know. (sighs)

- There's some tissue.

- For that special someone?

- Yeah, it's my daughter's
birthday this weekend.

She's gonna be two.

I'm not invited.

- Sometimes people make
the biggest mistakes

of their lives
'cause of love, huh?

I'm sorry, I didn't mean to...

- Oh, no, no, no, no,
I've got the pain down

to a manageable ache by now.

- Hey, at least you
have pain to manage.

- (chuckles) Yeah.

- Sometimes I try to
imagine his wife, his kids.

- Whose?

- The agent I killed.

I try to imagine the
pain they must have felt,

must, must still feel.

I try to make myself
feel guilty about it,

but I can't, you know why?

- You really want
me to answer that?

- Because I can't remember it.

- Well, that doesn't
mean you didn't do it.

- How do you forget
something like that?

(knuckles cracking)

Wait a minute.

Wait, wait. Stop the car.

- Why?
- Please, stop the car now.

(dramatic suspenseful music)

(dramatic suspenseful music)

I've been here before.

- You? Or Sarah Bradey?

(dramatic music)

(fist knocking)
(dramatic suspenseful music)

(chair rattling)

(train whistle blowing)

We got something going on here,

or you, you just fooling around?

- Listen.

- I don't hear anything.

(train whistle blowing)

- [Man] You guys
need to make sure...

- The governor
agreed to our appeals

and granted a stay of execution
while he reviews our brief.

But it's only temporary.

- [Sean] Well?

(eerie music)

(dramatic music)

(train whistling)
(birds chirping)

- Maybe I was mistaken.

Maybe I, I thought there
was something familiar

about the place.

(cell phone ringing)

- [Sean] Yeah, Miles?

- I just spoke with the
Roanoke field office.

Blake Feltzer was
paroled a week ago,

just before Sarah
Bradey's murder.

(traffic whooshing)

(dramatic music)

(knuckles rapping)

- Blake Feltzer? FBI.

(knuckles rapping)
(upbeat music)

May I speak with you a minute?

- Is this about Sarah?

- Pretty quick, aren't you?

- You're the FBI, she's dead.

I read the news,
okay? Not stupid.

- Well, let's find out.

- I need a beer.

- He's not the one.

- Great.

(dramatic music)

- Let me save you
guys some time.

I haven't seen Sarah
Bradey since I went inside.

- [Anne] Blake!

(eerie music)

- What in the hell's
the matter with you?

- Why did Sarah come here
the day before she died?

- What?

- She came to
confront you, right?

You'd been stalking her again,

and you stole
something from her.

- No, no, no, no, you
have no business...

(blow thudding)
(dramatic music)

- You're gonna have
to trust me sometime.

- Give it up, Feltzer!

(Blake grunts)

(Blake whimpering)

- I think my leg is broke!

- I thought you said
you weren't stupid.

Moron broke his leg trying to...

She was sure Feltzer's
not the killer she saw,

but I, I couldn't let him run.

And by the time I got
back, she'd taken it off.

I blew it. I never should
have left her alone.

- Where would she go?

- We are in uncharted
waters here, Miles.

The Bradey girl's
neural implants

are surely starting
to degrade by now.

- Well, how much
time does she have?

- It's hard to say.

It could be incremental,

it could be happening
all at once.

The only thing I can
really be sure about

is pretty soon she
won't remember anything.

- Hey, Feltzer's
alibi checks out.

He wasn't even in the area

on the night of
the Bradey murder.

- Thanks.

- That means the
killer's still out there.

- (sighs) She may
not recognize him,

even they come face to face.

(mysterious music)

(car door clicking)

- We have a slight
problem, Ross.

- [Ross] Mm.

- Blank Slate is...

She's missing.

Her handler left her alone
while he was apprehending

a suspect in the Bradey case.

She took advantage
of that opportunity.

- [Ross] You said that she
wouldn't remember anything.

- Well, I have no reason
to think that she has.

For all I know, she's wandering
around the streets now

in a complete state of oblivion.

- Or something may have
triggered her own memory engrams

and she might be remembering
who she really was.

- No, no one has ever
recovered their memory.

In all the cases we've worked
together, no one, ever.

- We've only erased
memories in that program,

we've never implanted new ones.

If this one goes
sideways, Meredith,

you're going to be
looking over your shoulder

for the rest of your life.

- Are you threatening me?

I don't think you want
to threaten me, Ross.

You bought into this.

You know exactly what
I was trying to do.

You knew how
significant it could be

and what we could do with it.

I can migrate memory from
one person to another person.

No one has ever been
able to do that!

- Don't play games, Meredith.

The first sign she has
any idea who she was,

you pull the plug.

You don't wait,
you don't check in.

You just take care of her.

Is that understood?

(dramatic music)

(suspenseful music)

- There's no FBI agent by
the name of Anne Huston.

- Then we'll just have

to make the problem
go away, won't we?

(suspenseful music)

(dramatic suspenseful music)

(dark tense music)

(elevator dings)
(suspenseful music)

(eerie music)

- Sarah!

You little whore.

Did you really think I would
let you destroy 25 years

of pushing that weak fool
of a husband up the ladder?

Did you really think I
would let you destroy

everything I've worked for?

- She'll kill you
if she finds out!

(elevator dings)

(dramatic suspenseful music)

- Miss Huston? I've been
sent to pick you up.

- And you are?

- Agent Walters, ma'am. FBI.

(helicopter whirring)

You must have known
her pretty well, huh?

That girl who was
murdered? Sarah Bradey?

- You could say that.

- She must have been afraid

that something like that
might happen, right?

Did she ever talk about it?

- What's with the 20 questions?

- Just curious, that's all.

Pretty girl like that
gets herself into things,

can't get out.

Sometimes people just have
to leave well enough alone.

(dramatic music)

You should have left
well enough alone.

(Sarah screaming)

(Anne gasps)

(knuckles cracking)

(brakes screeching)

What are you doing?

(horns honking)
(tires screeching)

(engine roaring)

(grunting) What are you doing?

(engine roaring)

(horn honking)
(tires screeching)

(car crashing)

(blows thudding)
(both groaning)

(dramatic suspenseful music)

(tires screeching)
(engine roaring)

(blow thudding)
(Walters groaning)

(gun firing)

(glass crashing)
(gun firing)

(car alarm sounding)

(tires squealing)
(engine roaring)

(body thudding)

(ominous music)

(Anne gasping)
(dramatic music)

(suspenseful music)

(phone beeping)

(cell phone ringing)

- Tell me it's done.

- Not yet, Mrs. Wilmont.

(dramatic music)

(gentle music)
(birds chirping)

- [Sean] Sarah was on
the roof that night

because she, she thought

she was going to
meet Senator Wilmont.

But his wife
intercepted the message

and sent one of their
bodyguards to, uh,

(clears throat) to make
it look like a suicide.

- Sarah was gonna end
the affair that night.

She knew it was wrong,

that she made a
terrible mistake.

That's what she was
gonna tell the senator.

- The irony is that Mrs. Wilmont

didn't have to kill her at all.

- She could have left
well enough alone.

- And my daughter
would still be alive.

- We can't bring her
back, Mr. Bradey,

but I can assure you

that her killers will never
see the light of day again.

(pensive music)

I'll, uh, be outside.

(pensive music)

(door clicking)

- Mr. Bradey?

I found this in Blake
Feltzer's shaving kit.

He was probably gonna
sell it to buy drugs.

- This is the last Christmas
present I ever gave her.

Thank you.

Thank you for...

Thank you for everything.

(gentle music)

Anne?

Would you play my daughter's
song for me one more time?

Please?

(gentle music)

(eerie music)

- I'm sorry, I can't remember.

- It's okay.

(gentle music)

- Here, here.

I hope this'll do.

- It's better than where I was.

- We'll get some different
furniture in here,

get a little something
on the walls,

some tchotchkes and snow globes.

Give it a little personality.

- Yeah, whose?

Aren't you afraid I'll run?

- Where would you go?

(keys jingling)

You need us now as
much as we need you.

- (sighs) Funny thing is,

at least when I had
Sarah Bradey's memories,

I felt almost complete.

And now, there's a big
hole where I used to be.

What?

- How many 20-year-old
college girls

do you think know
evasive driving?

What happened in
that parking lot

with Sarah Bradey's killer,
that couldn't have been her.

It had to have been you.

It, it had to have been you.

- Well, what does it mean?

- I don't know.

(dramatic music)

- What's this?

- It's your case file.

Everything we know up,
up until you came to us.

I figure we owe it to you.

Maybe, maybe there's
something in there

that will help you remember.

- But I thought Crick and McAvoy
don't want me to remember.

I thought it would mess
with their program.

- Yeah.

But, um, I'm more concerned
about you than the program.

- Thanks.

(gentle music)

(door clicking)

(dramatic music)

Taxi!

(traffic whooshing)
(dramatic music)

(suspenseful music)

(train whistle blowing)

(mysterious music)

- [Man] We gotta make sure

that she understands
that you are...

(mysterious music)

(glass breaking)
(eerie music)

(dramatic suspenseful music)

(dramatic music)

- This is where
they did it to me.

(dark tense music)

- (scoffs) It's, it's
like some old movie set.

- Look at this.

(suspenseful music)

- "A.H." Anne Huston.

- If that's my real name.

(car alarm chirping)

- This might lead to
some pretty dark alleys.

If we go digging
through the trash,

we might not like what we find.

- Anything would be better
than this emptiness, Sean.

I didn't murder that agent.

Someone set me up.
I want to know why.

(dramatic music)

- Building is owned by a
limited partnership offshore.

Cayman Islands.
Import-export biz.

- Uh-huh, a front.

- Got my attention.

- A front for who?

- Our side, unfortunately.

Lots and lots of fingerprints.

DOD, CIA, NSA.

I wouldn't be
surprised to find out

we rented a space
there at some point.

(computer chirping)

(phone chiming)
(people chattering)

- [Miles] We may
have another case.

Subject kidnapped a
ten-year-old girl.

We think she might
still be alive.

- Didn't Crick say
that overexposure

could lead to brain damage?

- Yeah, perp attempted suicide,
and now he's in a coma.

If he dies, Blank
Slate's our best chance

of finding that little girl.

- [Sean] It's a huge risk.

- Yeah, I know.

(suspenseful music)

(phone ringing)

(phone beeping)

- Hello?

- [Man] It's raining outside.

- Who is this?

(dial tone buzzing)

(mysterious music)

(dramatic suspenseful music)

- Get in.

Andy, come on, we
gotta make this quick.

You're either in or I'm out.

Well, they keep you on a
really short leash, don't they?

- Look, I'm supposed
to know you, right?

- (chuckles) Very funny.

Okay, I've put on a few pounds.

Let's not get carried
away with the pose here.

- How? How do I know you?

- The hell's going on here?

- That's what I'm
trying to find out.

Help me out here.

- Prague, Berlin. Then I
heard you got reassigned.

Morocco, Pakistan maybe.

Word came down you
were dead. KIA.

- Who told you that?
Who told you I was dead?

- Chatter, mostly.
Word goes around.

I didn't wanna
believe it at first,

but you were incommunicado
a long time, darling,

till I saw you in that
restaurant back there.

- And what was I doing in,
in Morocco, Pakistan maybe?

- What the hell did those
bastards do to you, Andy?

- Which bastards are
you talking about?

And who the hell is Andy?

- (sighs) Okay. Maybe
I made a mistake here.

Whatever this is,
it's not my thing.

- But you know me. You know
who I am, or, or who I was.

- Sorry.
- Wait a minute.

- I can't help you, Andy.

I wish I could.

We kicked some serious
ass together once,

but I'm off the grid now,

and this sounds like a jungle
I don't wanna be hunting in.

- Then what the hell is this?

You get me out of bed in
the middle of the night,

and all I get is some
kind of spook tease?

- Do you trust
him? Your handler?

The FBI guy I saw you
with, do you trust him?

- How do you know he's FBI?

How do you know he's my handler?

- A few years ago,
that'd be a question

you'd already know
the answer to.

- Yeah, a few years ago,

you and I were on the same
team, according to you.

- Well, obviously,
times have changed.

(dramatic music)

Watch your back.

(dramatic suspenseful music)

- [Anne] He kept
calling me Andy.

- What makes you think
he was telling the truth?

- A feeling.

I think I did know him, I
just don't know from where.

Besides, why would
he make all that up?

- To test you, to see
what you remember?

(people chattering)

- Guess what?
- What?

- I traced him through
Prague and Berlin.

He was telling the truth.

He's in the trade, Sean, or was.

It took me a while to
break down those walls,

but that guy has
got ops from Sudan

to Kuala Lumpur and back.

We're talking serious
skill sets there.

- What the hell
are we into here?

- Way, way over my
pay grade, buster.

(suspenseful music)

- Maybe he's the guy who
taught me how to drive.

- [Sean] Thomas Hale?

Special Agent Sullivan. FBI.

You were in a restaurant in
Georgetown a few days ago,

saw an old friend there.

- (chuckles) Don't recall.

- Okay, let's make this easy.

She did this while you
were staring at her.

I don't think she even
realized what she was doing,

but you did, I saw you clock it.

Was just an instinct
on her part,

but there it is,
trade craft 101.

An old signal
between you, right?

What is it, a call-off,

a prompt for another
meeting, what?

- Why don't you ask her?

- I did. She can't remember.

- So she says.

- [Sean] She said
you called her Andy.

- That was her name.

At least it was on
the job we worked.

Andrea Harris.

- And what job was that?

- Look, you seem
like a smart guy.

Be smart, okay?

You got issues, go
through channels,

because frankly, I'm
drawing a blank here.

- [Sean] She said you acted

like you might have
cared about her once.

- And what about you?

You care about her, or
are you just looking

for a little career advancement?

- I think someone's out
there that doesn't want her

to remember something,

and maybe that someone
has done something to her

to make sure she doesn't.

- It's an ugly world.
- And call me crazy,

but I hate it when the bad
guys win, how 'bout you?

Come on, please.

- You got a computer?
- Yeah. A couple dozen.

- How's your hacking skills?

- They could use some practice.

- Okay, here's the thing.

Could be something,
could be nothing.

The Lethe River Project.

(elevator dings)

The best I can do, pal.

Have a nice life.

(mysterious music)

(phone beeps)

(dramatic music)

(phone ringing)

- Hello?

- Anne, it's Meredith Crick.

Miles just called. We
have a situation here.

I'm sending men to pick you up.

(suspenseful music)

(door clicking)
(computer beeping)

We had a subject
who was in a coma.

He died, and we
think that the child

that he kidnapped
is still alive.

We need you to
remember where she is.

- Where's Sean?

- [Meredith] We're
trying to reach him.

(knuckles rapping)

- Anne?

(knuckles rapping)

Anne?

Anne?

(cell phone ringing)

Hey, what'd you find out?

- Well, this was
definitely worth

passing up "The Closer" for.

What do you know about MK Ultra?

- Uh, it was the codename for
a DOD research program, right?

- Real creepy stuff, Sean.

Mind control,
electroconvulsive therapy,

hallucinogens, induced amnesia.

- Okay, you've got my attention.

- The program went dark

after a congressional
investigation

made its existence public.

But as we all know, old
government programs never die,

they just rename themselves.

- The Lethe River Project.

- Meet the new boss.
Same as the old boss.

How good's your Greek mythology?

- You're kidding, right?

- The Lethe, it's the River
of Oblivion in the underworld.

The dead drink its waters to
forget their earthly existence,

the operative word being forget.

- Let me guess, the
people running Lethe River

are MK Ultra alumni.

- [Cindy] These guys appear
to have their fingers

in every weird pie around,

but mostly they're in
the cleaning business.

- Hmm, someone knows
something they shouldn't.

Someone's seen something
they weren't supposed to.

Someone doesn't need to remember

something they've
done or been told.

- Give the man a gold star.

And now, for the grand
prize, can you guess

who used to be one of Lethe
River's primary operatives?

- Meredith Crick.

(dramatic music)

- It's just like the last time.

Okay? Start to relax.

You should be feeling drowsy.

Don't fight it.

Just let your mind go.

- Just let yourself go.

(dramatic suspenseful music)

- What are you doing here?

- Just came by to make
sure everything went down

the way you said it would.

Do you wish to say
anything before we begin?

- I told you I
would handle this.

In a few moments, she
won't know night from day.

Everyone will assume that her
mind collapsed from stress.

(gun clicking)

What's that?

- Insurance.

(gun firing)
(Meredith grunts)

I hate loose ends.

(ominous music)

It's a shame, really.

You're one of the best
intelligence operatives

I ever ran.

I should have known that
you'd have figured out

that we're still doing
these memory experiments.

I wanted you on the
team, but you were,

why, you, you were you.

I was just a little
too righteous.

I hated to lose you.

But I just couldn't
take the chance that,

that you'd expose us.

(dramatic suspenseful music)

You were supposed to
be like everybody else,

just wiped clean, blank slate.

Meredith, she had other ideas.

She was a good salesman.

(door buzzes)

(dramatic suspenseful music)

- You staged everything.

My murder conviction,
my execution.

- Well, you fit the bill.

You're a twofer, I mean,

we, we could erase everything
you knew about Lethe River,

and then Crick gets her lab rat.

Unfortunately, her experiment

had a rather nasty side effect.

Insanity.

And you lost control,

you killed her, then
you killed yourself.

It's a tragedy, really.

(dramatic suspenseful music)

- Tell me my name.
Tell me my real name.

Who was I?

(gun cocking)

(Anne grunting)

(blows thudding)
(both groaning)

(blows thudding)
(both groaning)

(dramatic music)

(elevator dings)

(blows thudding)
(both groaning)

(dramatic suspenseful music)

(blows thudding)
(both groaning)

Tell me who I am!

Where I lived, where
I came from! Tell me!

- (grunting) Or what?

Or what, you're gonna kill me?

Two are just dead and you're
the last man standing.

How are you gonna explain that?

Who's gonna tell you then?

Take a good look
at the only person

who knows your true identity.

Every trace of you
has been erased.

It's as if you never existed.

You're staring at
your only chance

of ever knowing
who you really are.

- Tell me.

(dramatic suspenseful music)

(gun firing)

Sean!

You can't die! You can't die!

You can't die,
you're gonna live,

you're gonna tell me who
I am, you son of a bitch!

You can't die!
- Anne, he's gone.

He's gone.
- No, he's not!

- Anne!
- He's gonna live!

- Anne, come on.
- He's gonna tell me.

- Come on.
- He's gonna tell me who I am.

- It's okay, it's okay.
- He's gone. (sobbing)

- It's okay.

He's gone.

(somber music)

(pensive music)

(engine puttering)

(pensive music)

Figured I'd find you here.

- I keep hoping
something will come back,

something that will
trigger a memory, a word,

anything to help me
remember who I was.

- We can't find any record
that you ever worked for Ross,

or anyone else, for that matter.

No birth cert, no social,
driver's license, nothing.

- What about Lethe River?

- Dried up without a trace.

There's no evidence

of your murder conviction,
your imprisonment.

The entire legend they created
for you has been erased.

Like none of it ever happened.

- Like I never happened.

(pensive music)

I never thanked you, by the way.

- For what?

- For saving my life.

(gentle music)

- We can't give you
back your past, Anne,

but you do have a future.

- Yeah, with other people's
memories as a consolation prize.

- There's no saying we can't
keep trying to find out

who you were.

Are.

- We?

(throat clearing) I hate
it when the bad guys win.

Especially when they're
supposed to be the good guys.

(gentle music)

I'll wait for you outside.

(dramatic music)

(mysterious music)

(suspenseful music)

(suspenseful music)

(suspenseful music)

(suspenseful music)

(dramatic music)

(suspenseful music)

(dramatic music)

(mysterious music)

(dramatic music)

(dramatic music)
(electricity crackling)