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I'm sorry.

Tom, it is time
for your daily reminder.

Begin when you like.

My name is Tom Jacobs.

Born November 12, 1972.

My parents are Mark and Judith.

My wife is Abby.

I'd give anything to hear
her to say my name right now.

I'm a prisoner of my own creation.

I'm bored again, Minnie.
- What would you like to do now, Tom?

- Let's go some place else.
- Locating.. six minutes to render.

So what now? I mean he's in, right?

This is it.
He was completely blown away

We don't have to live
in that fuckin' garage anymore,
no more scratching for grant money.

Remember when I first asked you out?
I said, "Trust me, one day I'm gonna pay off"

- And then you told me you had a boyfriend.
- I never said that.

- Yeah you did
- No, I didn't
- Ok you're right, I'm wrong

- What is this?
- Open it.

- We can't afford this.
- Not yet.

We will.

I want you to wear it tonight.

I want you be there with me.

Both of you.

- Five minutes left, Tom.
- So, we have an offer.

- That's fantastic.
- Well, let's not get too excited.

They need to know how accurate the machine is.
For instance, how do we handle false memories?

The machine acts like a synapse polygraph.
It can tell the difference between real and fake.

The line gets blurry when it comes
to brainwashing.. but I've got a way around that.

If the person has been brainwashed and they have
a latent memory.. that brainwashing taken place

So hypnosis, called programming.. I don't know..
bad people drilling things into your head..

The machine cross checks for those moments first
and if it doesn't find them then.. memory is real.

So listen, client has an idea.

Very simply put, what if you
could go into other people's memories?

- Wh..what would be the point of that?
- What.. you want possibilities?

Go into a kid's memory..
find out if he'd been abused ..
Go into an Alzheimer's...

I'm glad we're redefining
the machine's functional.

Richard, I was clear about what I wanted.

- I'm just saying. You can do that, right?
- It's irrelevant! You're my rep, go sell
the machine I wanted, not something else.

I tried, ok, I pitched it..
This was the idea they threw back.

- Who.. who threw this back?
- Everyone.

You are not gonna get the kind of money
you want unless you're willing
to compromise a little bit..

But hey.. you wanna just help people,
you can do that for free.

What was the offer?

- It's unethical.
- Mary, it's just a presentation
- You built this machine to help expose trauma..

- It's not gonna change anything, it still can do that.
- And then they're just gonna let you call the shots?

- To get at what I have? Of course,
of course they will..
- This is how it starts..

We're drowning in debt,
we're about to start a family,
so what do you want me to do?

- We'll get by.
- I don't deserve to just get by.

Three minutes to render.

I come bearing money.

That gonna be enough to get you started?

Yeah, enough.. yeah that's gonna be enough

- Yeah, listen, Richard...
I wanna know this investor is?
- Someone who knows potential.

Listen, remember the end of the day
you own the rights, you have control.

Now he has a couple questions
about the changes.

Now the machine I used seemed to work fine.
Why build a whole other one?

General upgrades. The current program requires
an outside user to get you around..

We want you to be able to go
anywhere you wanna go
once you're inside on your own.

- So I emerge inside the memory...
- Richard, can you hear me?

- Yeah...Tom, I can hear you.
- Then is that how it works?

No, not exactly.. we need to be able to sort
through the memories from a neutral spot..

So we're creating a virtual command center
inside of the mind of the patient..
starting point, somewhere to go.

- Alright, starting zone..
What's it gonna look like?
- How about this place?

- This house?
- Yeah, just as a place holder,
'til we get something more involved.

- More interesting, is that what you mean?
- Yeah

Alright.. ok, I'll start capturing..

- We're gonna need a voice.
- I'll do it.

- What?
- Why don't we give it a little flare?

You know, maybe hire an actress?
They'll like that. I'd like it.

- You don't think my voice has flare?
- No.

Yea, ya, yo..

- How's that one?
- Works for me, let's just move on
to the Zs and then we're done.

How's it lookin'?

- Stunning.
- Talkin' about the voice, lover boy.

Right, that too..

Your memory is ready, Tom.

Your memory is ready, Tom.
- Let's go.

So I'm in the starting point and
I find a memory I wanna go to..

- And I'm there? As simple as that?
- As simple as that.

- How far can you go inside the memory?
- As far as the memory will allow.

Temporary borders pop up when
you're at the memory's edge..

A fence that you can't get past.
Shouldn't have to, anyway..

This entire world is an amalgamation
of things that actually exist.

And things that the machine randomly generates..
anything from everyday items to people.

And as for you, you'll leave
no lasting impression on this world.
It's like you're not even there.

- Ok, one last question, how do we get out?
- User express.

Ok, what if something goes wrong?

We're working on it.

- Minnie?
- Yes, Tom.
- Self destruct, please.

Self destructing in five, four...

three, two, one.

Goodbye Tom.

Self destruct has failed, Tom.
I must remind you, I am not evil.

Shall I diagnose it again?

- How long have I been trapped here, Minnie?
- Four years, two months, two days.

You ready?

I don't know if I have a life beyond this place

I don't know if anyone knows I'm exist.

Hello?

Babe, it's Richard.

Hello.

- Tomorrow night?
- We were supposed to have
another six weeks, Tom.

Yeah, well, there's been some changes
apparently window on investment is closing,
they need a presentation right now..

There's a laundry list of things we haven't tested,
there's still place holders in there for God's sake..

- Unfamiliar faces.
- Use yourself.

- Ok, what about photos, pictures.
- Details, just fill them in with something, anything.
Richard knows we're under the gun.

Alright, but I'm objecting, on the record,
and saying we should have at least
another month to test these.

- Well, your objection is noted.
- Now let's get to work.

- Ready?
- Yeah.

- I love you.
- I love you.

Tough for me, birdie..

- Ok, so where do you want this?
- Oh, just put it down there.

What is this?

- Who's your investor?
- It's er.. complicated.

Complicated. Well then uncomplicate it,
Richard. Who the hell's the investor?

Arthur Kennison, Department of Corrections.

You see, the idea is you go
into the memories of an accused man..

- ..see if he did the crime or not. Assured culpability.
- Is this something he'd volunteer for?

No, if it works, it'd be mandatory.

Well bravo on the fucking to one idiot, pal
I can pack this up in ten minutes.

- You sign my fucking checks.
- I trusted you.

- You knew all the clients all along
and you kept your mouth shut for six months.
- I told you it was someone who sees potential.

That's not a lie.

- Now I am trying to give you a chance.
- Bullshit, you given yourself a chance.

Okay, maybe I wanna chance..
maybe I want an opportunity for something great, Ok?

Now you gotta understand something.
You're not the only one working on this.

You're the first, but how long does that last?

I had a vision on this thing,
and this is not it.. it's not it!

It's not about your vision.
It's about control!

Yeah.. you honestly think you could take
these people's money with no consequence?

How long have you been working on
this thing, man, huh? Think about that.

Think about your family, Tom.

Mr. Jacobs?

Are we gonna do this?

Let's begin.

- Who're we entering?
- We picked him up a few weeks ago.

His name is Anthony Willis.

Son of son too bit retired
mob middle man.

- What'd he do?
- Kid's a verifiable junkie.

One day he's at home shooting up,
gets a text from his girlfriend,
drives over her sister's house..

and kills her, allegedly.
Says he blacked out.

You make sense of this guy's mind
and you'll have my attention.

- You force him to come here?
- Forced? No, he jumped at the chance to volunteer.

He's a perfect guinea pig.
Willing and expendable.

Seems like a super guy.

It's just a sedative.

Whole process won't hurt a bit.

Maybe not for me.

It's a wild ride up there.

Just give it a few seconds.

- So why put 'im out?
- Sedating him will help keep things stable.

Tom

We're just about ready.
I'm gonna need those details.

Well if the program works
it should tell me what happened, no?

You're looking for an exact memory amongst millions.
I'm gonna need something.

Alright, I'll buy it.

Kid's case file.

An anonymous tip came in, someone
saw his pick up truck pull over
by a bridge near the murder scene around two AM..

..about an hour after we estimated she died.

We searched the area and found
the murder weapon.... with his prints.

Let's get started.

Alright, good luck.

Tom, can you hear me?

Tom, can you hear me?

Tom, can you hear me?

I can hear you.
Minnie, can you hear me?

Welcome Tom. My name is Minnie.
What would you like to do?

Minnie put up everything
I see on the main screen.
- As you wish Tom.

- Coming through, crystal clear.
- Good.

Minnie, locate memories
with the following descriptions:
Adrienne, murder, Regan.

Locating. One memory found with these specifics.

Take me there, Minnie.

I'm here.

Adrienne, open up.

- That doesn't look familiar.
- They're place holders,
the machine will fill in the gaps.

Arr.. how long until something...

I'm sorry.

- Minnie what percentage of this memory is real?
- Processing...

Background authenticity accounts for 17%.

Sweet, but not abnormal for that crime,
What about his actions?

- 95%
- 95

Extremely solid for memory.

Dad.. Dad, something bad happened.

The memory has ended, Tom.

Now that's how we pieced it together.

Kid took a methadone hit to calmdown, called dad,
left the scene and ditched the gun.

So, he was lying about not remembering?

You mean unconsciously remember it long,
blackouts are not unusual for addicts.

Which means, it also explains why he's
still convinced he's innocent.

I gotta say I'm very impressed, Tom.

Hey Gary, get me out of here.

Goodbye, Tom.

- What the hell?
- Welcome, Tom. What would you like to do now?

Hey Gary, I'm back in the hub.

Hey that's weird, let's try that again.

Goodbye, Tom. Welcome, Tom.
What would you like to do now?

- It didn't work.
- What is going on?

- Fuck is happening?
- The extraction isn't working.

Just fix it. Fix it.

It says some kind of miscommunication.
He's working on it.

Tom, just put the whole thing away,
let's figure this out later?

- Alright.. but know "I told you so"
as when I get out.
- Hmmm.. like how?

- Minnie, self destruct.
- Are you sure?

Yeah

Self destructing.. in five, four, three, two, one...

Goodbye, Tom.

- When does he wake up?
- It should be now. It's self destructed.

The chip comes apart, disintegrates
in the blood stream.

Yeah, it's gone.

So why is he still out?

Tom, can you hear me?

Tom, can you hear me?

Tom, can you hear me?

- You're just not listening to me.
- I didn't do it.

You were shooting up.
She took the gun from her hand...

- Look, Anthony, look Anthony..
- I didn't do this!
- Shut up!

You've been spinning on wheels
for three days..
Confess it all.

You took the gun, you put it on her head
and you fucking blow it.

You got a visitor.

Hey, Dad.

- You look thin. Been eating?
- Yeah, you know.

I wanted to drop this off.
Cleared out the attic, found some pictures.

Thanks.

They erm.. they started
a carpentry class here last week.

I've been going to that.
It's really interesting.

I could see myself doing that.

- You look really thin.
- Yeah, you said that already, Dad.

Not using if that's what you think.

..they're cracking down, and
can't even slip it in anymore.

That's what you say, Anthony...

- Here we go.. what are you doing?
- Satisfied?

Don't you cope an attitude with me, boy.
Your job in here is to clean up.

I did it.

- Don't you fuck it up.
- I give you my word.

Don't that mean anything?

Not to me.

It's always good talking to you, Dad.

Sit.. sit.. Just sit.

- Dad, how do I get him to sit?
- I told you Anthony, repetition.

Wanna get that dog to sit,
you gotta push his ass down
while you keep repeating it.

Sit.. sit.

Hey boy.. get me the 9/16.

- That's 5/8.
- That's a 5/8.

Sorry.

Atta boy.

You know, we gotta think about buying
your mom a birthday present.

- A car?
- A car?

- Yeah.
- Are you crazy?

- Hey Minnie, how many times
have I been in this memory?
- 430 times.

430 times.

Well... must be the allure of music.

- What's the date out there anyway?
- July 15 .

July 15.. shit.. we missed the fireworks.

Tomorrow we're gonna have to track down
some sort of celebratory event.

A picnic, barbecue?
Whata ya think?

- I do not understand the query, Tom.
- Of course not.

I'd like that though, I'd like that..

Sit.. sit.. sit!

Anthony, I told you a hundred times
that dog as dumb as shit.
Go get your old man a beer.

Minnie, what the hell was that?
He looked right at me. He saw me.

- That's not possible.
- Don't tell me it's impossible, he saw me.

Hey, Anthony..

Anthony, look at me.. look at me!

Thank you, my boy.

Am I going crazy here, Minnie?
He saw me. I know he did.

Your theory is implausible.

Start the memory over, start from
right before he asked for the beer.

Restarting.

Sit!

Anthony, I told you a hundred times
that dog as dumb as shit!
Go get your old man a beer..

Hey Anthony.. Anthony!

Anthony, look at me. Can you see me?
Anthony.. Anthony!

Thank you, my boy.

He was looking at me, Minnie. I know he was.
He was looking right at me.

The process has been repeated three times.

Your theory does not seem plausible.

Now what was it that so special
about that particular memory?

What was so special about that specific time?

Minnie, what time was it when I claimed
that Anthony spotted me?

I can not verified the precise time
that memory took place.

No, the real time in reality.

The time was 4:15, July 15.

I want you to show me the memory of what
Anthony was been doing at that exact time.

Scanning short-term memory.

Look.

You see me, right now, isn't he?

Lights out in five minutes.

He was thinking about that memory.

He was thinking about the memory
the same time that I was in it.

An active memory.
That's how he saw me, Minnie.

- I can not verify your theory, Tom.
- You don't have to verify it.

We need to meet him again.

Minnie, I need to see the memory
he thinks of the most.

I can not locate memories
by frequency of access.

Alright, what about discussion of frequency,
any mention of things
he can't stop thinking about..

..a therapy session, a confessional.

Locating.

I think about it all the time.

I was hanging out with a friend of mine.

A part-time dealer, name Eric Lowe.
A real loose character.

Take me to this memory, Minnie.

I was desperate for a fix...

..and I needed some cash and I knew
only one place I knew I could get it.

How much longer we gotta wait here, huh?

I get this truck back to my brother,
or he's gonna knock the fucking shit out of me.

- Shhhh... there he goes.
- Are you sure he's got it with 'em?

Yeah, he's comin' from his bookie.

..the fuck is that?

- You gonna jack him with the shoe?
- Give it to me then.

- Fuck off.
- Give it to me!

Take it.

- Fuckin' asshole.
- Easy, boss.

Let's fuckin' do it.

- Money.. c'mon hand it over.
- You know who you're fucking with?

No.. why don't you tell me
who I'm fucking with?

Don't make me cut you open, old man.

- Fuck you doing?
- What the fuck are you doing?

I want to see your face,
I want to see your face before
I blow it off, you dumb fuck!

Dad.

Dad?

That day haunts me.

How long you know it's son....

Then I start thinking about Adrienne.

What kind of person I can be when I'm controlled
by the things I'm controlled by?

Despite the evidence, my history.
The cops, my own father.

I can't see myself doing it.
Not to her.

Nobody can see that but me.

Fuck, if that's not agony..

Anthony

- I didn't earn it.
- Well I'm giving it to you,
because I want you to earn it.

Consider this, a contribution
to the "new" you.

You've reached the end of this memory, Tom.
What would you like to do now?

We wait here.

Keep repeating this memory
until he shows up.

- Hey, Minnie, how long have I been here?
- Two weeks, Tom.

You see me.

You see me, don't you?

You recognize me? My name is Tom..
Tom Jacobs. Do you remember me?

- Look at me, you can hear me..
Minnie, you're seeing this, right, I'm not hallucinating?
- Yes, Tom.

They can hear me.

C'mon.. speak to me, You can hear me.
I know you can. C'mon.. speak to me.

- What'd you say?
- Nothing!

- What'd you say? C'mon talk to me, what'd you say?
- I said enough!!

The hell's the matter with you?

Anthony? Anthony! Anthony!

What would you like to do now, Tom?

We keep waiting.

Welcome back.

- Can you hear me?
- Yeah.. yeah.

Good.. good. That's great.

Look it's very important that you understand
everything that I'm about to say.

I have been trapped in here
for over four years..

My wife's name is Abby Jacobs.

I can still remember her last number.

If you want me outta here, Anthony,
then I need you to call her
and tell her where I am.

No, she's.. she's not gonna believe you,
so I'm gonna tell you everything
you need to say to her.

And If we get cut off, then all you gotta do is
just think of this place, and I'll be here.. waiting.

Abbey..

Abbey..

Abbey..

- You okay?
- Yeah, yeah, I just got lost
in my thoughts for a second..

Ahhh...yeah, look, umm..
I hope you don't take this the wrong way..

Umm.. but this is our third date, you know.
Maybe it's just a misfire.

No.. no, I've just.. had a bit of a day.

You're with me?

D'you know what?
Let's reschedule..

I will check in at work,
and I will give you a call.

- Alright?
- That'd be great..

Hello?

- Is this Abby Jacobs?
- Ah yes, this is.

My name is Anthony Willis.

Can I help you?

I spoke to your husband.

Creep.

Hey, look, if you're trying to be funny
maybe we can get the police
in on this little joke.

Your father died of a stroke
when you were 23.

Tom was your boyfriend at the time.

He told him you couldn't bear to watch your father
be put in a box, so he ran off to the beach.

And Tom showed up and you told him
we wouldn't go but he wouldn't..

You hid under blankets and he talked
to you until the sun went down.

Two in the morning,
that's where he asked you.

And you told him he had the worst timing
you've ever seen.

And you asked him why
you'd ever want a nut like you.

And he said he take whatever he can get,
as long as it was you.

Even the smallest fragment..
would be enough.

I saw the whole conversation.

I could see everything you do
seconds after you do it
in the short term memory.

She believed you.

Which means that she's gonna
come down here to see you.

Now there's still.. a few things
that I need you to tell her.

I think I know what went wrong
that day and how to fix it.

Look, Anthony, I know everything about you.

You played soccer as a kid.
You were.. named after your uncle.

A friend gave you your first bike
when you were just 14 years old.

I've seen the best and the worst of you.

I've seen your crimes.

But I've also seen regret.

This is your chance to do the right thing.

Will you help me?

Oh you think I want you
roamin' around in here?

Look I wanna believe you, I do.

Maybe there's another way
to explain what you know.

So I have a question.

If you can really speak to him,
you should be able to answer me.

What do you wanna know?

His nickname for me.

- Ma'am, you got five minutes.
- Thank you.

Are you still there?

I can't just speak to him.

We have a place where we meet.

I'm sure he's watching his memory
right now, about to give me an answer.

- He can see all of this?
- Yes, he can see anything I can see.

This is his daughter, Donna.

- Take me to the meeting place, Minnie.
- Locating.

- Can you see him or not?
- I don't see him yet.

- I don't know what I'm doing here.
- Wait.

If you were trying to make a fool
out of me, you succeeded.

Wait, just give me a second.

Birdie.

He calls you Birdie.

I can live in that memory forever.

Alright, write this down.

If I'm still here, that means that the chip
is still physically inside you.

My guess is a malfunction during
the self-destruct damaged the chip.

- I've looked, though, it was gone.
- No not all of it according to Tom.

So, why didn't it come up on the reader?

The reader traces the chip
by the metallic elements that comprise them.

Chips of my prototype were made of silicon.

The.. the new chips were upgraded
to monocrystalline, that's why it didn't read.

And in all the rush,
I never reprogrammed the damn reader.

Would've taken me minutes.

Fuck..

- It's not your fault.
- So what now?

Are you have clearance to get
Tom out of the hospital?

Right, but what about Anthony?

- It's Richard.
- It's Richard?

He still has an .. with the Department
of Corrections. He says it helps.

Hey.

Yeah, Abby, it's Richard.

Listen, I just spoke with them.

He's not going for it.

- I couldn't get 'em to budge.
- So what does this mean, it's over?

- No, I said I couldn't get 'em to budge.
- I don't understand.

I'm saying even I have my priorities.
I'm gonna send you his information.

- Mr. Kennison?
- There's nothing I can do, I'm sorry.

Now, you corner him, Abby..
Nobody's gonna fight for your husband the way you will.

You know, I got a ranch nearby..

I guess I can put in for a prison transfer..

..have him sequestered there overnight,
get a few guards who won't talk.

If I was properly motivated.

What does that mean?

The machine, Mrs. Jacobs.

How about you send it over to me?

I understand this.. might be
a difficult decision for you.

Well, then you know nothing about me.

Get it done.

I gotta be honest.

It's kinda hard being comfortable
knowing you may be watchin'.

If you get outta here, you gotta
promise to keep a few things quiet.

You know, it gets kinda lonely
in this cell sometimes.

I don't want people judging me you know.

You know what? I hate this fucking place.

How about we pick another spot?

- Come on you big baby, come with me..
- Nobody's stopping you.

Ok, so I guess you're just gonna
sit around and do nothing?

Maybe I just wanna sit here,
and watch you.

Fine.. fine.

Last chance.

Come on, you big baby..

Get in.. come in.

Took you long enough.

Nice place.

We can get away we got.

I think we've been going out
for about four months, by this point.

Have you been here before?

That's hard to tell.

Line kind of got blurry.
Not sure what's mine and what's yours anymore...

This one's definitely mine.

This is a ahh...

..better place.

Remember the last time we met?

You said it wouldn't hurt, but...

..it's been hurtin' ever since...

Why'd you build this thing, man?

I don't know anymore...

Think I was gonna help people.

Let them revisit the past,
deal with their traumas..

Make the world a better place.

Clich�, huh?

Somewhere along the way
I kinda lost my focus.

It became less about what I put in to it
and more about what I got out of it.

You regret it?

Every day.

Can't change the past.

But, hey, maybe that's your next invention?

Hell I'd buy a ticket.

I'm leavin' tonight.

- Take me out of this place.
- Just like that?

Where the hell are you going?

They're gonna hole me up
some place for the procedure.

Said it's all painless.

Computers and machines
doin' most of the work.

So I just gotta be there for the night
and I'm out the next day.

If he tries anything, we're in earshot.

Then what?

- A transfer to another prison.
- Wonderful.

- That's just fuckin' great.
- This guy needs my help.

I've told you years ago, Anthony,
not to volunteer for this program.

- I was trying to prove my innocence.
- Ha,ha,ha,ha,ha.. your innocence?

That night you called me,
you told me everything.

You may not remember, but I do.

Dad.. Dad, something bad happened.

Had to hitch a ride
to pick up your sorry ass...

And watch my own son OD in the back seat...

..while I clean up his fuckin' mess.

I kept my mouth shut to the cops for you.

You know you were doing just fine right where you are.
Now they're takin' you to God knows where.

- I'm not gonna start up again.
- Don't show me your bullshit, Anthony

All it takes is one slip up, one corrupt system,
and you're back to your old habits.

I'm trying to do a good thing.

You haven't done a good thing in your entire life.

And now you're all angry, aren't you, hmm?

And I'm such a bad father,
because I don't believe you.

Well I pull your ass out of the fire
more times than I can remember.
But I'm done now, Anthony.

You may hate me.. but everything
I've done, I've done for you.

- You really still believe you're innocent?
- I do.

Prove it.

Shit.. he was right.

So what's this thing?

This is.. what I need to build.
Every chip has a source frequency.

And this will send us a signal
every quarter of a second,
to retrieve that frequency.

Now once we lock onto Tom's signal,
we're gonna need you...

..to tell us, what memory he's in.

And tell him to stay there.
We'll filter that memory through the console..

..bring Tom's body in, make the swap.

- You sure it's gonna work?
- Well, Richard, your guess is as good as mine..

- and that's the best we got.
- How long?

We'll start within the hour,
whole process shouldn't take
more than four hours, total.

Actually, it may take a bit longer than that.

- Whadda you mean?
- You need me.

So I've got a request for Tom.
I know he'll probably see this.

So, Tom... I feel I've been more
than accommodating, wouldn't you agree?

I have something I want from you.

I want to find out of what happened
the night of the murder.

Ah.. I.. I saw what happened.
You killed your girlfriend.

There's something else from that night.
Something that the cops shrugged off
as me trying to save my own ass.

I want to prove myself.
I want to prove them wrong.

- We don't have time for this.
- Well make time!

I wanna make sure he's listening first.
I wanna make sure he's on board.

So Tom...

I'll be waiting to hear your response.

You lied to me.
You want me in here for the rest of your life?

- You killed her, isn't that enough?
- I'm a lot of horrible things but I'm no killer.

- Why start with her?
- I don't know, she broke up with you..
you're on a bender.. so maybe you're fucked up...
you got angry, and you let her have it..

- Whadda ya mean "maybe"..
I thought you could see everything in there.
- I can see actions, not emotions.

Then all you've seeing is a fuckin' picture book.

You don't know how I feel,
you don't know what she meant to me.

You can't bluff me, Anthony.
You're no angel.

Every time you got angry,
every time you swung after a few drinks,
every time you threatened someone, I saw that.

- And those are actions.
- Who the hell doesn't have skeletons in the closet?

All you know is my history, not me.
I know my suffering.

Really, and what part of yourself do you know?
Because there's the guy I'm talking to, right now...

..and then there's the guy with the needle in his arm.

The cops think you did it,
your father thinks you did it,
fuck.. I think you did it!

So what? we're all wrong?
The evidence is wrong? I'm wrong?

You did it, Anthony.
So what's the point?

The point is, there was something else
that happened that night.

An incident with another man,
I wanna fill in the gaps,
I wanna find out who he is.

Chasing down a random memory,
is a needle in a haystack.

Then I'll tell you everything I can remember,
I.. I'll guide you through it.

Anthony, even if someone else was there,
the facts remain you killed her.

Not accidental.
Not in self-defense.

- When the ends are this gruesome
do the means really matter?
- They matter to me.

D'you think there wouldn't be
a price for your freedom, Tom?

I guess I thought I was dealing
with a decent man.

Well, we all make mistakes now, don't we?

Now, I may be a guinea pig
to people like you ...

..but from here on now you're gonna do what I say,
because I'm your only chance of goin' home.

Got until the morning
before you're transferred.

You want my help, you help me first.

Yeah, Abbey, there's been a slight delay.
No cause for alarm.

- Er.. Tom's there?
- Yeah, he got here about an hour ago.

Good.. Ok.. just sit tight, and..
I'll call you when it clears up here.

Ok.

Let's begin.

Tell me about Adrienne.

Anything you can.

We were together for two years.

She wasn't exactly a piece
of cake from the start.

Fucked up home life.
Suicide attempt at 16.

We met, I got her started
into the harder stuff.

At first we're just messing around...

But then she...
she became everything to me.

And I wanted to pull us back
because we were killin' each other, you know.

But she couldn't pull back.

No matter how hard I tried,
I couldn't help her.

Then one day she just left.
Didn't say why.

Didn't take my calls.

And I.. went into a downward spiral.

And next time I saw her, she was dead.

We get a signal.

Now we're just waiting on you two.
The clock's ticking.

You said something else happened that night.

Tell me everything you can remember.

Minnie, get ready to locate these.

I remember waking up in the tub
after hearing a large crash...
like glass shattering.

I had a bottle of pills by me
and Adrienne's gun.

My head's throbbing.
Don't know how long I've been out.

The place is new to me.

I remember pictures and the mail.

In the guest bedroom there was a couch, TV..
Don't remember what was on.

And on the bookshelf, an alarm clock.
I heard a noise. Turned around.

Blackout.

Didn't even have enough time to pull my gun.

Minnie, bring up the attacker.

Place holders.

Place holders everywhere.
The memory is only 5% accurate.
It's impossible to know the context.

You don't remember who you saw.
You can't even remember the area.

But the memory is real?

Yeah, it's real.

Then you gotta keep digging.

Meet me there.

- You just look again.
- I looked three times

You woke up in the generic bathroom.
There are place holders right down
to the products, and the magazines..

..the attacker is a dead end.

There is just not enough.
What do you want me to do?

I don't remember mentioning any magazines.

Doesn't matter that you didn't
mention them. They were there.

You remember them,
you just don't remember the type.

There's a thing you were mentioning it,
I do remember the type.
They were skin mags.

No, no, I would notice that. They were generic.
You're confused with another memory.

Am I?

Minnie, how accurate is this photo?

100%

Memory triggers. Mnemonics.
They teach you this in grade school.

You have a seven course meal.
You don't remember any of it.

But if I tell you had steak, that might
trigger you to remember you had potatoes..

..the memory unravels. Door starts to open.
All it takes is this tiny little trigger.

No, Anthony, it's not enough for me
to decipher your thoughts from a distance.
I need you to share them with me.

We have to do this together.

So you sit here and you focus.

Anthony, I'm gonna tell you everything I see
and I need you to give me something back.

It's all in there. I'm just gonna
bring it to your attention.

The first thing is...

This wasn't a skin mag.
What was it, Anthony?

It was an Ink mag.

The rest of them are Ink mags too.

That's right. Good.

I think something else just opened up.
It's a.. purple bottle?

Perfume bottle. There were perfume bottles
all over the back counter.

Good.. good. The rug, Anthony, tell me
about the rug. What color was it?

- It's red, I think...or orange.
- No, it was red.

Red.. that's right.. the towels are red too.
Red and black.

- What about the picture frame?
- A drawing.. a train.

Shower curtain. That was the first
thing I saw.. it was odd..

It was a.. it had a weird pattern on it.

Spots.

That's right. The whole bathroom's pristine.
And it all matched.

You're remembering.
Let's see what else you remember.

- Minnie, keep me up data on percentages.
- Memory, 25% accurate.

Anthony, there's something else here. The photos
in the hallway. There's one.. it's a drawing.

Soldiers.

35% accurate.

- Anthony, is that all you remember?
There's a whole room in here now.
- There's a pink blanket on the couch.

Pictures on the wall. There's a hat.
A coffee table with a book on it.

- By the book there's a wall.
- There's a bookshelf. The TV is on.
- There's cartoons playing.

Anthony, the clock keeps changing time.

What time is it, Anthony?

- Come on, Anthony. Think. What time is it?
- 1:35.

Minnie, reset this memory.

Now, Anthony, if you can remember
all these little things...

I know you can remember the big one.

Why was he at her house?

I wish I knew. But the memory is authentic.

And the time, 1:35.
That's around the cops estimated she died.

- What if he did it? He was there.
- Anthony, I saw you do it.

- Yeah, maybe you're wrong.
- I'm not wrong.

Now I did my part, it's time
to keep up your end of the bargain.

Tell Garrett, I'll be waiting
for him at our meeting spot.

A deal's a deal.

I'm gonna take a leak.

Can I bong one of those?

Toss the gun! Toss it!

Keys! Give me the keys!

Anthony, think this through.
They'll gonna come after you.

If you get killed, you kill Tom.

Come on, Anthony. Where are you?

I'm comin'.

Holy shit!

- Aw, when'd you get out?
- Not too long ago.

Come in.

Fucking forever, man.

Want a little ah.. "pick me up"?
It's on the house.

Very funny, asshole.

You were at Adrienne's house that night.

I don't know what you're talking about.

Now, tell me you weren't at
her sister's house the night she died.

- Look who�s memory's coming back..
- Why'd you kill her?

- You are fucking crazy.
- Don't you fucking lie to me!

I didn't fucking kill her.

I was there but I didn't do anything.

I walked into the room,
she was dead already.

I heard footsteps and I hid..
and I saw you.. with a gun.

I panicked, I hit you.

The cops never questioned me.
You never pointed me out.
The fuck was I supposed to do?

- Why were you at her house?
- What do you think?

She'd never shacked up with you.

Oh really?

Why you look so shocked?

I mean, you gotta start it.
It's your fault, she had to come to me.

What do you mean she had to come to you?

We had a sort of arrangement.

I kept her fixed,
she gave me what I needed.

Oh ho, man.. Guilt.
That's why she broke it off with you.

She really wanted to tell you.

But you know what I think?

I think you drove over her house that night.

Just a fucked up mess.

I think she told you everything.

And you blew her away for it.

I'm sorry.

Don't move.

Give me the gun.

All this for a girl.

I thought we were friends, man.

What do you wanna do now?

- Call the cops.
- Can't bring the cops here, man.

Damn...

You know he's right.

What the hell..

Listen.

If it makes you feel any better,
she really, really wanted to stop. She did.

The problem was.. I got strung out on her.

I told her, if she ever broke our deal...

I'd put a bullet in her head.

So thanks for doing my dirty work
for me, Anny.

Minnie, locate everything
that's happening right now.

Minnie?
- My name is Minnie.
What would you like to do?

I said, locate everything
that's happening right now.

Locating.

- Subject compromised.
- Why'd you do it?

I was so close.

I was right there.

System breakdown...

Talk to me, you coward!

Look at me!

You gotta get me out of here, Anthony.
Something's wrong with Minnie.

You promised me.

What are you gonna do now?

Look at me! What are you gonna do now?

Want to do what's in my best interest.

- Your prototype still works, right?
- Yeah.

I can go back to your apartment with your wife.
She can do it if you explain it to me.

Tell me everything.

Let's get this done.

- Ok, Ok, it's done. Tell me what to do.
- He said he'll be waiting for me.

Pull him out on my signal.

Can you see him yet?

- I lost him.
- Wha.. what do you mean you've lost him.

I don't see him.
Tom, where'd you go?

- No no no! Why am I here, Minnie?
- I do not understand. Filtering...

No! don't filter, Minnie.
Listen to me, I need to go to another memory.

Are you positive?

Anthony? Anthony Anthony,
stay with me, okay?

Minnie, I need to go to one more memory.
Take me now!

What would you like to do, Tom?

- This is his daughter, Donna.
- I can live in that memory forever.

I know where he's going.

You've arrived.

Come on, Tom.

Ohhhh.. Anthony, come here..
stay with me, okay?

Welcome, Tom. My name is Minnie.
What would you like to do?

Come here, come here. Look at me right now.
Tell me what you wanted to do.

Come on, Tom.

Tell me what to do.

Anthony tell me what to do!

Took you long enough.

Goodbye, Tom.

- Can you take it from here?
- You got some place better to be?

Last chance.

My name is Tom Jacobs.

Born November 12, 1972.

My parents are Mark and Judith.
My wife's name is Abbey.

I would give anything to hear her
say my name again.

My father was in the war.

He didn't believe in psychology...

or post-traumatic stress.

He used to say that war is
like one of the beach.

You gotta come back home with some sand.

This was his 15th birthday.

Rex. I remember this dog so well.
Feels like he was mine.

It was a show dog that was given to me.

- Rex was a show dog?
- Hmmm
- What are you talking about?

You couldn't even teach the dog to sit.
He'd crap all over the house.
He'd chew up the furniture.

- You sound like my kid.
- What are you talking about?

I gave him away because another trainer
made me a great offer.

I told Anthony, he was acting up,
when he was at school,
shittin' all over the place.

You tell a kid something enough times,
he'll believe it.

This dog was misbehaving.
Anthony saw it. I saw it.

Anthony didn't see shit.
Rex was a great dog.

Are you sure you remember?

Are you?

- I'm going to get another beer. You want one?
- No, no I'm good, thanks.

- Dad, how do I get him to sit?
- I told you, Anthony, repetition.

You tell a kid something enough times,
he'll believe it.

Anthony, I told you a hundred times
that dog as dumb as shit.

The line gets blurry..
when it comes to brainwashing,
but, I got a way around that.

So what's constitute brainwashing?
Hypnosis, cold programming.

Can it be really defined?
Bad people drilling things into your head.
Sounds that obvious.. maybe...

Maybe.. maybe this dog wasn't stupid.
Maybe Anthony was just conditioned
to believe he was.

Sit.
Good boy.

There are thousands of ways
to manipulate someone.

Some as innocent..
as a father talking to a son.

If Anthony could've been convinced of that,
what else could he have been convinced of?

From the cops mapping it out.
- Look at what you did.

To his father's disappointment.
- I've given you my word.
Doesn't that mean anything?

Not to me.

What else could he have believed to be true?

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

An anonymous tip came in, someone
saw his pick up truck pull over by a bridge..

..near the murder scene, around two AM...

You were the anonymous tip.

- It was you who wrote the letter, wasn't it?
- Heh heh, what the hell are you talking about?

Don't play games with me.

You set him up, so what do you know?

- Doesn't matter now.
- Oh it matters, it matters to me.

Anthony called you that night.
What did he tell you?

Yeah, he called me, babbling incoherently..

Sounded like another lie.
These addicts, they lie.. that's what they do.

- How could you? He was your own kid.
- He was out of control.

- So you were what? Protecting yourself?
- I was protecting him!!

The way he was going.. his addiction.
It was only a matter of time before
he was found face down in an alley somewhere.

So when he woke up the next morning
and he told me he didn't remember anything...

..that's when I made my decision..
and I set him up.

Hell I came out of the joint clean.

You have a kid?

- Yeah.
- What would you have done?

A guilt is a powerful thing.
It compounds.. it becomes an obsession.

And you have a choice,
you can either wallow in it, or...

..you can change.

I think in her case she felt
like she couldn't do either.

What if he actually convinces people it works?

I don't know why I let you off.
Old habits die hard, I guess.

I understand.

How's that one?

Sometimes... you just need
to hear a familiar voice.