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That's our Sweet Youth
basic blush, Virgin Pink.

Would you like to try?

It's very pretty.

Mm-hmm, and look,
a matching eye shadow.

How about a makeover?

Um...a makeover. No, uh...
I don't have time.

Oh, come on.
Time has a short temper.

If you don't take enough of it
to look your best,

it can turn into an enemy, fast.

Samples. The cleanser system.

Really, all right?
Just tell me how much this is.

Trust me. Trust me.

No, I don't need
anything else.

Easy to say that now,

but now's going to be gone
in three seconds,

and then, boom, old age.

Hey, where are you going?

Miss? You do have to pay
for that, you know.

I already have.

In so many ways.

I already have.

[SCREAMS]

Lady, freeze!

[WOMAN SCREAMS]

[♪]

NARRATOR:
He was brought across in 1228...

Preyed on humans
for their blood.

Now he wants
to be mortal again...

To repay society
for his sins...

To emerge
from his world of darkness...

From his endless forever night.

[SIGHS]

[SIGHS]

Goodbye, Norma Dean.

Only the gorgeous die young,
right, Nick?

What do you think made her
go crazy like that?

I don't know, but from the looks
of the inside of her purse,

I'd say it was the
sheer effort involved

in trying to stay
gorgeous and young.

Yeah, "Dyna-thin
appetite suppressant capsules...

chocolate flavor."

There's enough makeup here

for an extended run
of The Mikado.

The first stroll

through the contents
of a woman's purse

is no walk in the park, Nick.

Just be glad it's not
Myra's purse.

I still have nightmares

about that curling iron
with the spikes in it.

Why do they do it to
themselves, Schanke?

Well, Myra says
we do it to them...

like I have fun
sleeping with the woman

who wears sauna pants
and curlers.

Like I enjoy sitting
in a garage alone

eating a triple-cheese
pizza.

Like I...

Hey, hey, hey, hey.

This is
Birgita Schneider.

Oh, man, I love
this woman.

Too bad it's only
a shot of her face,

because she has
one killer body.

I mean...I worship
this woman.

That "woman" is 15 years old.

The paramedics just called
from the hospital.

Apparently, the salesgirl
is going to be okay.

The slug shattered
her collarbone,

but she's healthy.
She's in stable condition.

Well, she was lucky.
She was very lucky.

Fifteen?
Oh, come on, Schanke.

Everybody knows

that taking credit
for pre-pubescence

is the oldest trick

in the cosmetic manufacturers'
handbook.

Buy this, look like that.

Oh, my!

Personally, I would rather
save the cash

and try to grow old gracefully.

Please, Nicholas...

don't let the weight
of another day pull at me.

This face, this body.

I think, Baroness,
that perhaps the wine has...

Don't patronize me.

I want an answer
from you.

I want you to tell me
that you will do it.

I am not exactly sure

of what you're asking me,
Baroness,

but I'm sure you're aware

that you're one of
the most beautiful women

in the country.

Was.

Perhaps. Was.

Oh, Nicholas
one barely has time

to become acquainted
with one's youth.

I'm not ready to leave
it behind so soon.

I'm just not ready.

Baroness...

I want you...

to make me what you are.

Please...

make me one of you.

SCHANKE: So, what's your
secret of youth?

What?

What's with
the look?

Nothing.

Wait a sec, you guys.
The tag fell off.

Hi, this is Kiki.
Norma and I aren't home.

We're probably
at the beach

stretched out
in the warm sun,

our bodies
covered in oil.

Never mind, just
leave a message,

and we'll get
back to you.

No answer?
No, a machine.

Sounds like
she's got a roommate.

Are you sure
there's no family?

There's nothing
I could find.

We'd better go
talk to her.

Oh, come on, Nick,
it's late.

I've already done
a full shift.

Just because you feel
weirdly sorry for her

shouldn't mean I can't
call her up in the morning,

or at least let the department
notify her next of kin?

Forget it. No way.

Hello? Anyone home?

Come on in.

I'll be there
in a sec.

Okay.

Nice decorating job.

I don't know whether
I'm in a sorority house,

a gym, or a museum.

Sure is eclectic.

Yeah, it kind
of reminds me

of your place.

Hi. Something tells me

you aren't
the Stairmaster repairmen.

I'm Detective Knight.

This is Detective Schanke.

Hi.

The party last night
was too noisy, wasn't it?

I knew I should have
invited Mrs. Birch.

Uh, that's not
why we're here.

You're Norma Dean's
roommate.

Why?

[GROANS]

So, where to next?

Yousef's Garage
to notify the mechanic

who works
on her Cabriolet?

I mean, why can't
her roommate

break the news
to her employer?

Because it's
our responsibility

to notify the family,

and because
according to Kiki,

her employer's the closest
thing to family she's got.

Yeah, but it's
something else too.

You're on a mission
about something.

Mission?

Yeah, like the time
you wouldn't let Stonetree

book the church hall
for the policemen's raffle.

I guess I do feel a little
sorry for Norma Dean.

The question is, why?

She tried to kill
an innocent person

over a little thing of makeup.

Well, maybe because
it's a sad story, that's why.

I means, she's a young girl.
No prior convictions.

She even had a library card
in her purse.

Oh, now, that's
a wonderful reason

to be driving all around town.

Meanwhile, thousands of bad guys
are having a field day

tearing up this city,

making a mockery out of
concepts of law and order.

You're too much, Nick.
You're too much.

Okay, okay.

[♪]

Two, three, four, kick!

All right, stretch it out,
women, stretch it out.

Burn at the hip.
Let's burn at the hip.

I want to see
that stretch.

I want to see your legs
twice as long.

All right, energy.
That's one, two, three, four.

Three, four...

I say we question
every single one of them.

Hi, boys. Here to
pick up girlfriends, wives?

We guarantee
they look even better

than when you
dropped them off.

Now, were they spa,

personal training,
or mudwraps?

Ooh, mudwraps? I can
just see Myra in a mudwrap.

Ship's ahoy.

[LAUGHS]

Maybe Myra would
like it here.

I love her
just the way she is.

Actually, we're here
on police business.

Is there a manager
we could see?

Oh.

Yes. Back, two, three, four.
Kick, two...

Point those toes!

Kick, two,
three, four.

Good, that's good.

Norma Dean,
case 7210-6.

Hi.

Hi.

I'm Bernice Applebaum.

Debbie said
you wanted to see me.

Yeah, you had
an employee

by the name
of Norma Dean?

Had?

I'm afraid she's dead.

[GASPS]

I beg your pardon?

She was shot by

a department-store
security guard.

What? Why?

She shot a saleswoman.

She killed somebody?

Almost.

Saleslady's going to be okay.

[GASPS]

Oh, Nor...
Norma was like family to me.

[GLOVES SNAPPING]

Norma's dead.

Wait a minute...

Oh, my God.

That's it, come on.

11. Push it, come on.

Breathe out, 12--

Come on. Come on.

No, I'm wiped.
That's enough for today.

Oh, what,
you want to quit, huh?

You want to get
fat and ugly, too?

Where do you think
you're going?

Take your hand off me.

I said we're done.

I don't feel like
it anymore, okay?

What is it this time?

You got a headache?

Come on,
one more rep.

Your hips
will thank you.

I said no, you stupid--

Come on!

[SHRIEKS]

Come on!

Hup!

Just look at it
this way, babe...

If I let go of you,
you'll start sagging.

[WOMAN SCREAMING]

[PANTING]

I can't seem to remember
where I parked my car.

It's the most
ridiculous thing.

[POLICE RADIO CHATTER]

Any evidence of drugs?
Some kind of steroids, maybe?

It doesn't look
like it so far,

and her locker
was clean.

Witnesses just say
she snapped.

Yeah, well...
there was a reason.

What were you guys
doing there?

Well, it's
a long story, cap.

I like long stories.

Norma Dean worked there.

We just went to notify
what I guess you could call

her surrogate family.

The department
store shooter.

That's right.

Two unexplained reflex
murders in one night.

That's some coincidence.

Maybe even
too much of one.

What are you
thinking, Nick?

I have absolutely no idea.

NICK:
Who is it?

Norma Dean.

Well, it can't be.

She wasn't more
than 27.

No, she wasn't...

when I put her
in the bag.

Then I put her away
for a couple of hours

and this is
what I found.

Oh, Nick, believe me,
there's been no mistake.

I've checked
every possibility.

You sure someone hasn't
switched the bodies?

Well, that's what
I thought at first,

so I checked this woman's
blood and tissue samples

against the original
blood sample

found on the bullet,

I did anti-sera testing
for clumping,

I checked
the white counts,

and I did
an antibody match.

Now, I haven't done
a DNA run-up yet,

but I've got
to tell you, Nick,

this is Norma Dean.

Any idea at all
what it could be?

None.

After I checked
the cooling system

to make sure it wasn't
malfunctioning

and confirmed that
the medical students

weren't playing
any practical jokes

and gave myself
a breathalyzer test,

I went back to
the original blood test,

and this...
is what I found.

"Unidentified virus."

Well, at least
it's new one on me.

So it could be an infection?

The viruses I found
had been killed,

so I don't see how they could
have had any effect.

Unless they were
injected already dead.

Like a vaccine.

Like a vaccine
for something else.

Something
that could cause

violent,
erratic behavior.

Well, at least now

there's the possibility
of a medical explanation.

As opposed to
a supernatural one.

That's why I put in
a call for you.

I haven't told anyone
else about it yet.

I just didn't know
what else to think.

Well, one thing's
for sure, Nat.

If she was
a vampire,

she wouldn't have died
of a gunshot.

I didn't think so.

Besides,
when vampires die,

don't they usually
just sort of...

Well, they disappear.

There's something
else you should know.

What?

This was in
her back pocket.

What is it?

It's her social
security check.

I don't know.

Nothing unusual
about their behavior?

Nothing at all?

No, they
seemed fine.

I don't get it.
This doesn't wash.

"They seemed fine"

to someone who said
they knew them both.

Then all of a sudden
one day--

the same day--

Boom! They fly
off the handle.

One murder,
one attempted murder.

Unless there's something
in the pipes at the gym...

Hey, Schanke,

that's enough
for one night, okay?

Come on, Nick,
she must know more.

All right, I've got a few
questions for her myself.

So she's obviously
at the end of her rope,

so give it
a rest, okay?

Okay.

Okay.

I'm very happy
to answer questions.

I just...I don't know
how much more I can add.

It's okay. There's lots of time
to deal with that later.

Come on,
I'll give you a lift home.

Um, I don't-- I don't want
to go home right now.

I don't think I can be alone.

Okay, I understand that.

Is there a friend or a relative,
someone to talk to,

recover a little,
somewhere you can unwind?

Yeah, there's a place
where I can let it go.

That's a good idea.
That'll probably help. Thanks.

Let's go.

[HARD ROCK MUSIC PLAYING]

♪ The sun goes down ♪

♪ The night possesses me ♪

[♪]

♪ No falling stars ♪

♪ Just an ending to the day... ♪

[♪]

She has a strange way
of coping with tragedy.

Hmm. We could outlast
her any century.

Are you
so sure of that?

Hmm...

Feeling our age, are we?

Well, sometimes
it's difficult not to.

Relax.

Your mid-life crisis
is at least

a millennium away.

You know, someone should
really bottle this...

youthful vitality.

Hmph. It's not vitality.
It's desperation.

Look at them.

They all dance
as if Father Time

were shooting bullets
at their feet.

Which, I suppose,
he is.

Are you sure you're not
just a little envious?

Sure, you still
have your youth...

but they have
enthusiasm.

Their enthusiasm
will fade

soon enough,
Nicholas...

As they watch each younger
generation arrive

to cut in on their dance...

turn their possessions
into artifacts...

and store their pictures
in dusty attics.

So it goes.

This one's younger
than the last.

The Baron is
discreet, Baroness.

Unfortunately,
it's not his discretion

that I want.

Well, in that case,

you are both powerful
and wealthy.

There's absolutely
no reason

why you should
not take a lover.

Oh, yes, I can
buy one, can't I?

How desperately pathetic.

You know
I did not mean that.

I know
what you meant,

but forgive me

if my expectation runs
somewhat above the norm.

Do you think that I'm...

still beautiful,
Nicholas?

Beautiful and intelligent.

Something that youth
can never guarantee.

You're trying to make me believe
that you truly care about me.

But I do truly
care about you.

It's not my library,

or my parties...

or the smell
of the blood

of my guests?

Don't try to protest.

I've discovered
what you are.

I know why you decline
my invitations

to hunt in
the afternoons,

because you hunt
only at night.

Really, Baroness.

Don't.

You see my intelligence
is the only thing

that I can be
sure of now,

and I've read
enough of the world

and things in it

to know what
I see before me.

Then your intelligence
must tell you

when to leave
something alone.

But how can I?

When I know that
unperishable beauty

and immortality

lie within a breath
of your consent?

I suggest
that you drop

this very
dangerous delusion.

Then tell me
I'm more attractive

than your latest mistress.

Tell me that my intelligence
makes me so much more appealing.

If you won't
make me one of you,

then tell me

that you'll make me
your lover.

Nicholas?

Your invitation
for a walk in the garden.

Shall we go now?

Baroness.

She comes here often.

Bernice?

Mm-hmm,

she and her friends.

Maybe twice a week.

I give them free cover,
free drinks.

It doesn't
hurt business

to have pretty
young things

hanging around
the place.

Her friends,
Norma and Agnes?

Yes, I believe those
are their names. Why?

You're very quiet.

Hmm?

Oh.

How do you feel?

I'm fine.

Good.

Is this it?

Oh. Oh, Yes.

Yes.

Oh, thank you, very much
for taking care of me tonight.

I guess I need some sleep now.

You really knocked yourself out
in there, didn't you?

Yeah.

Listen, the owner's
a friend of mine

and she was telling me

that you and your friends
go there a couple times a week.

Um, would they happen to be
Norma and Agnes?

Yeah, Norma, Agnes...
and some others.

I have to talk to you
about Norma.

Uh, how about
tomorrow night?

You sure you're all right?

Thank you.

Thank you very much
for your kindness.

Bernice...

I know death
is never easy to deal with.

[SIGHS]

Especially when you're the one
that's being left behind.

That's the hard part,
isn't it, being left behind?

That's very true.

Norma was Miss Calgary Stampede
once, you know?

It was just
after the war.

[SIGHS]

Good night.

[GUNSHOT]

All right, come on.
Talk to me.

I know when something
is up with you.

Oh, I-- No, I'm just
worried for someone.

Who?

Some one I hardly know,
actually.

This whole case has me on edge
the last couple of days.

It's made me think
of someone I once knew.

Some one I'm afraid
that I let down a long time ago.

Do you want to talk about it?

There's not a lot to talk about.

It's in the past
where it belongs, I guess.

So what do you want
to see me about?

Aha. A fax from
the Center for Disease Control.

I sent them an electronic image
of that weird virus,

thinking they could
tell me what it was.

And did they?

Yup.

It's been extinct
for over 200 years.

Well, if it's been extinct,

how are they able
to identify it?

Ah, now, well,
that's the fascinating part.

The most recent sample
besides ours

was found in northern Europe--

or should I say "exhumed"
in northern Europe--

from the grave of a man

who's been dead
for over 300 years.

The most recent?

It was a strain of flu virus
apparently quite common

until it burned itself out
at the end of the 18th century.

Well, I guess that puts a crimp
in our vaccine theory.

Or adds weight to another,
perhaps?

Come on, we both know
that can't be.

If she was bitten by a vampire,
she wouldn't be alive,

unless being a zombie is your
definition of being alive,

and if she was a vampire,
she wouldn't be dead.

Well, couldn't there be
something else out there?

Some kind of Dorian Gray thing?

I mean, if you can exist,
then...

Something I haven't encountered
in 800 years

and several continents...

What about the diet pills?

Nothing. Just your average
appetite suppressants.

So, do I file
the autopsy report or what?

Not yet.

Hey, Knight...

remember that
social security check

you had me look up?

What did you find?

That it wasn't fake.

Maybe it's a scam
she had going.

She could've
fallen into it,

a computer error
or something.

Wait a minute.

You mean she has
a government pension?

Yeah, yeah.
Sweet deal, huh?

Makes me
a little bit nervous.

I'm going to hit 65,

go to my
post office box,

visions of beach chairs
bobbing in my head,

only to find an apology
and a promissory note

from some
26-year-old hacker

living the good life
in Brazil.

Hey, listen, did we ever
find a driver's license?

I assumed
she'd lost it.

Well, call
Motor Vehicles, will you?

Uh, Knight, phone.

I'd be interested
if you could get a copy.

Knight, here.

Yeah, okay.

Anyone looks for me,
I'm down in lock-up.

Nat, got a minute?

I could use your help.

Yeah, sure.

Is that Dr. Jurgen?

[KEYS JANGLING]

No. I need Dr. Jurgen.

My hands...

My shoulders hurt.

Hasn't the prison doctor
been to see you yet?

I need my doctor.
I need my medication.

What kind
of medication?

Well, we can get
your prison doctor back.

No!

The prison doctor
is a psychiatrist.

Damn you, I need
Dr. Jurgen!

Okay, okay, we'll try
to get Dr. Jurgen,

but you'll have to tell us
where he or she is.

I'm not sure.

She does consultations
at the spa.

Consultations?

Is she
a sports medicine doctor?

No, she's a plastic surgeon.

[BLENDER RUNNING]

Somehow this doesn't seem
like the kind of place

you'd expect to find
a plastic surgery practice.

Well, actually,

I was thinking
the exact opposite.

[LAUGHING]

You could
have a point.

Do you think Norma Dean
was a patient too?

Well, hopefully,
we'll find out soon.

So, shall we
spread out?

I wouldn't use that
expression in here,

if I were you.

[KNOCKING ON DOOR]

Go away!

No, shut the door and--
and, and stay out.

Bernice?

Nick...

Nick, I'm, I'm--
I'm a real mess right now.

Could you please just come
back later, all right?

Bernice, this is
Natalie Lambert.

No, no, no, no!

No, not the light,
please. Please.

Thank you.

Look, you don't
have to do that.

Oh, yes, I do.

You have no idea

how bad I look
without makeup.

Aw, come on.

No, stay, stay,
stay away, please.

Uh...
Uh, Bernice...

I wanted to talk to you
about Dr. Jurgen.

I mean, it seemed
that Agnes was desperate

to see her,

so I just wanted to find out
if there's any way

of bringing her
to the prison.

Did she say

why she wanted
to see her?

No, she wouldn't.

Dr. Jurgen's
left already.

Well, can you tell me

where her regular
practice is?

No, don't,
don't, don't!

Don't step another step
closer, all right?

Bernice, why are you doing this?

What's happened to you?

You just don't realize
what it takes to be beautiful.

Nicholas...

I'm so happy to see
you're still here.

I was rather afraid that you'd
never be happy to see me again.

Oh, I don't think I'll ever
be anything but happy.

Sometimes it takes...

a woman, Nicholas,

to understand
another woman's plight.

Why won't they bring me
my doctor?

Why won't they
bring me my doctor!

I need her so badly.

[SOBBING]

All right, all right.

That's enough, okay?

Your doctor's here.

[SNIFFLING]

Thank God.

Agnes...

Everything's all right.

[DISTANT SIRENS]

Listen, tell me

what I can do
to help you.

Come on, tell me.

I know you're grieving
for your friend.

[TELEPHONE RINGING]

Just leave me
alone, please.

Just leave me alone.

I'm tired.

[SOBBING]

I'm tired
of trying.

[INTERCOM]:
Bernice...

there's a call
for Detective Knight

on line three.

[SOBBING]

I'll take it outside.

Tell Bernice
I'm out of here, okay?

All right.
Knight here.

Okay, I'll be right there.

Agnes Ferguson's
just escaped from lock-up.

What?

Listen, um,
uh, Bernice--

I-- I don't want
to leave her alone.

Everyone's going home.

Well, we can't force
her to come with us.

Okay, look, you go,

I'll stay
here with her.

All right, thanks.

Mm-hmm.

So the door of the cell
was locked,

is that what
you're telling me?

Locked,
and you're standing where?

Right here?

Right there.

Agnes is in the cell,
she's inside, right?

And... okay,
you opened the door,

you take the meal plate out,

you close it,
you lock it back up,

she's still inside the cell,
you turn around,

and you turn back,
and she's gone.

Yeah.

Yeah, that's
what you're telling me.

Well, there's got to be
an explanation for this.

There's always
a logical explanation,

it's just a matter of pulling
together all the myriad facts,

examining the evidence,

and trying to get
the contradictory thing to work.

I just don't
understand it myself.

Yeah, well,
that's apparent.

Okay, okay.

Wait a minute,
wait a minute.

The door wasn't
properly closed.

Oh, come on--

No, no, hear me out.
Hear me out.

Is that a weave?

No, don't answer that,
don't worry about it.

Okay, um...

the door wasn't
properly locked...

and a... the wind...

[GIGGLES]

It's not funny,
could've happened.

The wind, a gust of wind
blew it open.

Okay, okay,
it's stupid,

but you always got to be
thinking in this job.

Oh, come on!
There's--

There was no damage
to the door!

It was clearly
your key

that unlocked it
for her!

I'm telling
you, detective,

I did not
see her leave.

I'd remember if I'd
open the door for her--

You are asking me
to believe

something absolutely
impossible.

You understand that?

He says he never
saw anything,

yet he claims
he never left.

There's a computation
error here.

You know, unless
you've got something

to add to this, Nick,

a conspiracy theory
or something, uh...

[SIGHS]

something we can
cling to...

Another.

Did she have
any visitors?

I--I don't think so.

No.
I don't think so.

The absent-minded
guard.

Did Agnes Ferguson
have any visitors?

Her doctor.
Did her doctor help her to escape?

How?
Yes.

Told me to unlock the door.

Told me to forget.

Bernice, please
open the door.

You need to talk
to someone, Bernice.

You can talk to me.

Yeah, the name is Dean,
Norma Dean.

That's D-E-A-N,

like there are a lot
of other ways to spell it.

Yeah.

Yeah, okay,
all right, thanks.

I can't believe you let me
make a long-distance call

on your car phone.

You know how much
those things cost? What year?

1945.

I'll call again
when we get to the spa.

The librarian obviously
didn't get her facts straight.

Actually, Schanke,
I've changed my mind

about going there.

Don't we have to pick up Nat?

I've got
to check on something,

and I need to
check it out myself. What?

Just go back to
the precinct,

and I'll meet
you there.

Look, Bernice,
I'm a doctor.

No more doctors!

[BREAKING GLASS AND CRASHING]

Damn.

I can't believe how often
he does this to me.

Amazing.

Creep.

What's happening to me?
Why does it hurt?

You've never gone
this long before

without a treatment, Agnes.

It's natural that you'd
be feeling the effects.

I know that,

but what is actually
happening to me?

It feels--

It feels like,

like my energy is
being drained away.

It feels strange.
I'm scared!

[CLUCKING]

It's just withdrawal.
That's all it is.

Are you sure?

I mean, are you sure
that I'm not...

catching up?

You shouldn't worry.

I've told you that everything's
going to be all right.

I'm not going
to let you down.

It just feels
so different,

that's all.

I mean, suddenly,
everything just feels...

different.

It'll only be a moment.

Just...a moment.

[HEARTBEAT]

There's someone here.

Someone-- who?

Baroness...

I have a new title now,
Nicholas.

One that befits
my accomplishments.

You may call me
Dr. Sophia Jurgen.

This is one
gathering

to which you have not
been invited.

How many have you brought over?

Brought over?

[LAUGHS SOFTLY]

Is that what you think
has happened?

No, Nicholas,
what you and I have done,

I now consider
to be a last resort.

What I do
for my patients

is something
that I wish

that you had
thought of yourself.

A way to stay young
without turning cold.

Without having to shy away
from the sunlight.

How many?

Only those who
wanted it the most.

It's too much hard work
being young.

"Only the ones
who wanted it most."

And did they know

what it was you
were offering?

Did you tell them
it was the blood of a vampire?

No, you didn't.

You at least had a choice.

Get out.

You knew what it was
you were asking for.

They are not like us.

Then what exactly are they?

What exactly
have you done to them?

I said go.

Your treatment
is brilliant, doctor.

It's miraculous

how your patients haven't led
this cursed existence of ours.

Assuage your guilt
some other way, Nicholas.

Your guilt,
on behalf of yourself

and all men
who have ever spurned Athena

in their quest for Venus.

You're blaming me
for what you are?

For the tragic resolution
for a mortal lifetime of vanity?

Oh, no, I won't
accept the blame,

because you are the one,
ultimately,

who devalued
your less fleeting gifts...

you devalued
your soul.

You were a trusted friend.

I trusted your opinion of me.

You should have trusted
your own more.

Nick?

Natalie, no.

[GASPS]

[SNARLING]

[GASPS]

No!

Oh, my God.

Wh--What have I done?

What happened?

I'm so sorry.

Doctor, what happened?
Where are you going?

Oh, my God.

So do you think Bernice
is going to be okay now?

Yeah, I think
she will.

She's got a lot
going for her.

She's a good person.

Of course, it means
putting what's happened

behind her

and getting on
with her life,

but then, you know,

I think she's
committed

to making
the best of it.

I don't know,

she's lost three of the most
important people in her life.

Let's hope she opens herself
up to new friends.

I'm sure it means
a great deal to her

to know you're there
to support her.

I don't get it.

You say
you were there,

and you saw
the whole thing

but you don't remember
who shot the old woman.

It doesn't
make sense.

It's ridiculous.

Sounds like

a computation
error to me.

I don't know
what else to tell you.

I know it sounds ridiculous,
but...

do you think I enjoy the notion
of having premature Alzheimer's?

I can't remember.

For some reason
I just can't remember.

"Can't remember,
he just can't remember."

Post-hypnotic
suggestion.

Well, I don't mean
to criticize,

but couldn't you have been
a bit more thorough,

say, planted
an alternate memory,

for his sake?

Well, maybe I could've.

And, uh...

Eventually, I will.

[GIGGLING]

Sun's almost
up, Bernice.

I'm afraid I've got
to be getting back.

Oh, I wish we didn't
have to go yet.

It's just starting
to warm up.

You know, you should
have a jacket.

The weather's getting
chillier now.

I have always hated

saying goodbye
to summer.

Fall's only here
about two weeks,

and then it's winter.

It seems so sudden.

Well, that's the eternal
complaint, huh?

Although winter can be
a beautiful season as well.

Can I walk you home?

That would be
awfully nice of you.

[♪]

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