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Fuck!

Name three objects in this room.

Chair, lamp, clock.

Three objects not in this room.

Whisky bottle, airplane, racehorse.

Fuck.

Today's date. - Thursday.

The date, not the day of the week,

Um...

September. Sep...

How about the year?

What's your city of birth?

Do you remember your mother's name?

How about your father?

This is an experimental procedure.

Electrodes will send impulses

to the target areas in your brain.

New neural pathways should develop,

but the results can be a little less predictable,

especially given your history of substance abuse,

a common trigger for Alzheimer's.

Hello.

Is this Roy Freeman?

Hello?

Yeah. Um, my name is Emily Dietz.

I work with the Clean Hands Project.

Clean Hands Project?

Yes!

We are a legal action nonprofit

and we advocate for inmates

who have been disenfranchised by the system.

Okay.

Would you have a few minutes to speak?

Yeah.

What's this about?

It's... regarding an old case of yours.

Emily Dietz.

Mr. Freeman? - Ms. Dietz.

Oh. Hi.

- Emily. - Emily.

I really appreciate you meeting with me.

No problem.

You said it was about, uh, an old case, huh?

Yes, sir. Isaac Samuel.

Isaac Samuel?

Um... I... I'm sorry. I-I don't, uh...

Oh. Of course.

I'm sure you've seen more cases

than you care to remember.

Yeah. Something like that.

He was convicted in the Joseph Wieder murder

at Waterford College ten years ago

and is scheduled to be executed

end of next month.

We've tried to get a stay from the governor,

but it's not looking good.

Okay.

I don't recognize him.

What's he got to do with me?

Mr. Samuel requested to speak with the detectives

who had interrogated him the night of his confession.

I interrogated him?

And I have yet to locate your former partner.

What does he want to talk about?

I'm afraid he didn't say.

That's something that you will have to ask him yourself.

Isaac Samuel?

Yeah.

I'm Roy Freeman. I used to be a detective.

I've been told you wanted to see me.

- Yeah? - Yeah.

Okay.

Well, here I am.

How are you doing?

Oh, you know, I'm blessed, Roy.

Ten years, three hots and a cot,

member of the death row book club.

Prison got my body, but Allah got my spirit.

Like you give a fuck how I'm doing.

I see.

So, this lady, uh... Emily Dietz,

from the Clean Hands Project,

she told me you wanted to talk to me.

Is that what you wanted to say?

No, you're here 'cause I want to know how it feels

to know an innocent man is gonna be put to death.

Right.

And, uh... you are the innocent man?

Yeah.

Don't get me wrong, Roy.

I'd done some bad shit, made some bad decisions,

but killing Joe Wieder ain't one of them.

Isaac...

you confessed.

You were brought in for questioning

and you confessed.

So now you're telling me, all this time later,

suddenly you remember things different?

Ain't nothing sudden about it.

I've been in here ten years. Ten fucking years.

Nothing to do but replay that shit in my head.

- How it really went down. - Right.

That's why I'm here.

So you can tell me how it really went down.

Look, I know you ain't no cop no more,

the way they shit-canned you

over that drunk-driving accident,

but maybe you want to clear your conscience.

At least hear me out... this time.

I'm listening.

Night of the murder,

I was so strung out, I ain't remember shit.

You guys hammered me all night.

By the time I saw those photos, I was so fucked up

I thought I must have done it.

You broke in, you beat him to death.

We found your fingerprints all over the house!

Come on!

Just admit it, son. Admit it.

This was you. This was you! You did this! This is you!

This is all fucking you!

Admit it!

Yeah.

Why did you go to his house?

The year before Wieder got killed,

I got rung up for theft.

Formula for my little man.

And Wieder testified as an expert witness for the DA.

I told the judge I was so high that night

I wasn't thinking straight,

but Wieder said I knew exactly what I was doing.

So they tried me as an adult.

You know what it's like to be 18 years old

and some skinhead's bitch?

Let's just go back over this.

Wieder testifies against you and gets you prison time.

You go to his house, it's late at night. You're angry.

You don't like this--I ain't no killer!

I just wanted my son back

and I thought maybe Wieder could help.

Yeah, I went to his house.

I waited for his caretaker to leave

and I went round the back.

I even made it all the way inside.

Hello, Shadow.

But then someone else came in.

Oh! Back so soon?

And then shit just went bad.

I'm sorry.

I panicked and I left before I could see who it was.

[Wieder] No!

Okay. So you never touched him.

Uh, but you don't... I'm telling you the truth!

Okay, Isaac.

You think I'm lying.

Well, ask Richard Finn. He'd tell you.

You're gonna have to remind me.

Um... who-who is Richard Finn?

He came to see me a few months back.

He's writing some book about the murder.

- A book? - Yeah.

Look, uh, Isaac, I just don't see

that I'm gonna be in a position to get involved.

You already involved, Roy! This is on you.

You were there when I signed that fucking confession!

Make it right!

I paid for what I did when I was 18.

Make this shit right or I'm dead!

The medication can aid synaptic regeneration,

but you must keep your mind active--

books, puzzles, anything to stimulate your brain.

It was you! It was you! Admit it!

You did this! This is you!

Well, ask Richard Finn.

Hey!

Roy?

Yeah.

What the fuck are you doing here?

I was just in the neighborhood.

Come in.

Hey.

Come in, come in, come in.

Come in, come in.

You know, I can't remember the last time I saw your face.

There you go, Roy.

You know when it was?

Ahh, it must have been ten years ago

when those fucking sons of bitches took your badge.

Yeah, I suppose so.

Listen, I hope you're not still carrying around all that shit.

I mean, we all drank on the job back then.

That accident,

that could have been any one of us.

Cheers.

Cheers.

What's up? You on the wagon or something?

Uh... well, yeah.

My-my doctor says it'll mess with my medication, so...

You're sick, Roy?

No. I'm doing, uh, like a clinical trial.

I've got Alzheimer's,

so they put these little pulses into my fucking head.

It's supposed to stimulate memory.

Jesus Christ, Roy.

If you hadn't have said my name at the front door,

I wouldn't have known it was you.

So you...

you have no memory of you and me on the job?

- No. - Fuck.

No, I-I read old case files

and it's all fresh information for me.

Yeah, but it's not just my time on the job.

My whole fucking life is a black hole. I...

Fuck, man.

Remember Cat?

My wife.

Anyway, she, uh...

she passed last year.

Cancer.

- I'm sorry. - Yeah.

Fucking cancer.

Department health fund

wouldn't pay her hospital bills.

I had to sort it out.

Anyway, you didn't come here for that shit.

What brings you by, Roy?

Okay. Uh... you remember a guy called Isaac Samuel?

He got convicted for murder,

that thing that happened at Waterford College

with a professor?

Ahh. You've been talking to the lady

from the advocacy group.

I didn't call her back.

Oh, well, I took the call

and, uh, she said that Isaac wanted to talk to me, so...

You spoke to Isaac Samuel?

Yeah. I went down to the state prison

and we talked and, uh...

he tells me he didn't do it.

Come on, Roy. That's what they all say on death row.

Yeah, I know, I know.

But I gotta say, Jimmy, he was... convincing.

He mentioned another guy that came to see him. Uh...

Finn.

Richard Finn.

Does that name ring any kind of bell with you?

It was so long ago, I-I-I don't remember...

Well, I read the file

and when we dusted that house,

Finn's prints are all over the place inside.

All through the house.

So?

They were there. Who cares?

Richard Finn said he wasn't at the house

the night of the murder.

That's in his statement, okay?

But we never followed it up.

We never corroborated his whereabouts

and I just kinda found that a bit strange.

Is that not strange?

What's your point?

I don't know.

I was just thinking that you and me,

we'd maybe go and talk to him,

see what he has to say for himself.

- Why? - I don't know.

It's just a feeling.

That's all I got to go on these days.

Besides, my doctor says I gotta keep my mind active,

so what the fuck, huh?

Sure, Roy.

I'll look into it.

I still got a few friends on the job.

Okay.

I'll be in touch, Roy.

♪ You ♪

♪ What do you see? ♪

Ah!

Yeah. I found your boy.

I found Richard Finn.

The landlady found him when she let the gas man in.

How did he die?

Overdose. Fentanyl.

Only one needle hole.

What?

He's not much of a junkie.

There's no track marks.

So he's a newbie. Didn't know what he was doing.

- You alright there, Roy? - He was there.

At the crime scene.

- Yeah. You said that. - No.

No, not just his prints.

He was there the next morning when we were there.

Is this what you're remembering,

seeing him at the crime scene?

This guy's prints are at the house. All over it.

He turns up to the crime scene the next morning.

We talk to him.

His alibi for the time of the murder

is that he was home alone.

And we don't follow it up.

We don't talk to his friends,

we don't talk to his neighbors.

Isaac Samuel's prints were all over the house.

He had motive and he confessed.

It doesn't make sense.

Well, it doesn't matter now. The dead don't talk.

Yeah, maybe.

But they do leave shit behind.

From ashes to ashes, from dust to the dust,

so it must be.

Oh, God, the spirit of all our joys,

the cause of our delights,

the glory of our darkest nights.

Uh, Mrs. Finn?

My name's Roy Freeman.

I, uh...

I understand this is a very bad time,

but can I just ask a couple of questions

about your husband?

Uh... I'm her husband, Eddie.

Oh, I'm so sorry, Eddie.

Hi. Uh... is the other Mrs. Finn around here somewhere?

Uh, no.

She and Richard weren't exactly on the best of terms.

Now, is there something I can help you with?

He was my brother.

I'm looking into a case

that your brother was particularly interested in.

Recently he went to visit a death row inmate

and he mentioned he was actually writing a book

on the subject.

I wondered if you knew anything about this.

I'm gonna get a ride home with Aunt Jude.

- Yeah. - Okay?

Okay. - Okay.

I'm, uh... just over here.

Here.

I found it in his apartment.

He called it The Book of Mirrors.

The title doesn't make any sense to me.

Book of Mirrors...

Isaac Samuel, that, uh, death row inmate,

he said this is about the Wieder murder?

Yeah, well, if Richard were here,

he'd probably call it a crime memoir or some shit.

You read it?

Much as I could stomach.

It's a bunch of self-aggrandizing garbage,

you ask me.

About some girl he was obsessed with in college.

So, uh, you guys weren't close?

Look, I don't mean to speak ill of the dead,

but Richard wasn't exactly someone

that you wanted to get close to.

How long had he been using?

Drugs?

No. No.

I never knew him to be into drugs.

It just didn't seem his thing. Then again, with Richard,

nothing was ever really how it seemed.

I mean, he'd always been a little bit off,

even when we were kids,

but this last year, last couple of years, even,

something just didn't seem right.

What was different?

I don't know. He was...

agitated, paranoid.

Just like he comes across in that book.

Now, listen, if I were you,

I wouldn't waste too much time on it.

Okay. I can keep this?

Be my guest.

"Memory is a fickle thing.

What we can recall, what we can't.

Rare moments that forever imprint,

banalities that don't.

Sufferings so painful,

they're buried deep in our mind's recesses,

forgotten till time digs it back up.

Whatever the memory, though-- good, bad, unremarkable--

it never comes back all at once.

They're always doled out in fragments

like pieces of a puzzle you have to wait to complete."

"When you'll get another puzzle piece...

that's anyone's guess.

Months, years, could be a decade."

Richard Finn.

"Like it was with the murder of Joseph Wieder.

Ten years of never understanding it."

"Or as I now know, misunderstanding it."

No.

"And all because of her.

Laura Baines.

She was one of those rare unicorns

who knew everything about everything."

Nobody made better use of chromatic counterpoint

than Rachmaninoff.

"Double bachelor's in

art history and neuroscience."

...between lower cortisol levels and their predisposition...

"A master's in math."

The beauty of what Odlyzko showed

is that the distribution...

"Spoke five languages."

"She knew exactly who she was.

If only I did back then."

How's the punch?

The way you've been skulking around,

waiting for your moment to come and talk to me,

I figured you'd at least come up with something better than,

"How's the punch?"

I wasn't skulking.

Not just skulking. Leering too.

Oh! Skulking and leering.

You're making me sound like I'm a serial killer.

Well, I can say I knew you when.

- I'm, uh, Richard. - I know.

It's on your chest.

Oh. Right.

And yet, uh, here you are,

nameless and shrouded in mystery. Seems unfair.

"Oh, what's in a name, really?

That which we call a rose by any other name."

Oh, great!

Another bardolater.

So, uh, what's your thesis about?

Um... No! Don't tell me.

- Let me guess. Okay. - Okay.

Uh... it's probably something controversial.

- Probably. - Yeah.

Okay, "Cross Gender Interference

in A Midsummer Night's Dream."

Boom.

Close.

"Memory Reconsolidation

Through Accelerated Resolution Therapy."

Oh. One of the Bard's lesser known works.

Um...

Psychology department. I'm Laura.

What, you just like to crash other departments' mixers?

Oh, uh, no, I came with a friend.

Well, a colleague, really. Professor Wieder.

I'm helping him with some research

and he's administering my thesis.

Right.

On memory reconstruction

through the accelerated reconciliation?

"Memory Reconsolidation Through..."

Yeah, okay.

No. Sorry. I'm just being hard on you now.

It is a bit of a mouthful.

How many wishes do you get?

Oh.

It, uh... It belonged to my grandmother.

I read somewhere

that, uh, when a woman plays with her jewelry,

it means she's flirting with you.

Oh! Really? Hmm.

Well, you shouldn't believe everything you read.

Okay.

Choke me!

What?

Do it!

Harder!

Oh! Oh!

"From that moment on,

it was like we were inseparable."

"For the next few months,

we did everything together.

She made me feel like the best version of myself."

So... what do you think?

What do I think?

I think you're fucking brilliant, Richard.

I mean, other people need to read your work.

You should send it to... to Harper's, The Atlantic,

all the big fiction rags.

"It was like I was experiencing the world

for the first time through her eyes."

- You're so talented. - Thanks.

Just, uh, one second. Sorry.

Hey, Mom.

"But not everything was looking rosy."

Uh-huh.

"A few months after we met,

my father died of a heart attack.

My mother couldn't afford my room and board.

Laura wanted to help

and that's how I first met Professor Joseph Wieder."

Laura. Welcome!

Uh, sorry we're late.

- Not a problem. - Hi.

Hello!

Had to finish a call with our friend in DC, anyway.

- Ah! Mm-hm. - Mm-mm.

You must be Richard.

Laura's told me a lot about you.

All lies, I'm sure.

Exaggerations and half-truths.

Those I can live with.

Do we feel like martinis?

- Sure. - Yes!

So, Richard, Laura tells me you want to be a novelist.

Literary memoir, actually.

- Mmm! - Oh?

I'm not familiar.

Well, you see,

a traditional memoir is someone's life story.

The genre's not concerned with questions of truth,

imagination, memory, style.

Literary memoir has a fictional element, then?

No, no, I wouldn't call it fictional, really.

- No. - Oh. Sorry.

No, you see, uh, the author's

telling the truth of the story

as he believes it to be true.

They. As they believe it to be true.

Self-perception and personal experience

have a part in it.

Okay.

More wine?

- Please. - Yes!

You know something?

Ten years from now...

we'll look back to this dinner

and all we'll remember is

the Chateau Leoville Barton.

Oh, I doubt that.

The mind replaces memories all the time.

It's innate to its wiring.

Especially if you drink too much.

Do the thing.

Hmm?[Laura] Come on!

It's not a party trick.

Wait. What is she talking about?

It helps explain what we're working on.

Okay, then. Pick a memory. Hmm?

From your childhood. Anything.

Objects, moments, people.

Anything you can easily recall?

Uh...

Okay. Uh...

I remember we had this green shag rug

and, uh...

...four goldfish

named after the guys in KISS.

That's a good memory.

How about something that you wish you could forget?

Um...

Did your parents ever hit you?

No.

Did you ever get lost

in a shopping mall or a big supermarket?

I mean... come to think of it, there was this one time

we went to a toy store, and, uh...

I... I couldn't find my mom.

Were you scared?

I mean, I haven't thought about it

since it happened, but...

Yeah.

I looked for her everywhere.

And you eventually found her?

Uh... outside smoking.

Huh. It's... crazy.

I'd forgotten all that.

At the, uh... the heart of our research, uh...

Joe's research

is the thesis that most people experience trauma,

but the mind blocks those memories

from ever actually presenting.

The trauma you experienced that day

was your mother abandoning you.

You were a child. Vulnerable.

And that fact that your mother might actually harm you

is too traumatic to process.

So you suppressed it from memory.

But the effects of that trauma

still linger in your subconscious

and become part of the fabric of who you are.

Wow. Okay.

That's...

Therapy with dinner.

Cheers.

Richard.

Would you come with me?

I've got something I'd like to show you. Hmm?

Okay.

Okay. That's a lot of books.

I can offer you $500 a week to organize it.

To classify them electronically,

when you can, until you're done,

which, if I had to guess, won't be anytime soon.

I... I mean, I don't really know what to say. Uh...

Laura told me about what happened to your father

and the situation that you're in.

So you might want to just say you'll do it.

Thank you.

"Working for Wieder was a dream.

New worlds opened up.

A curated collection of the world's greatest thinkers.

For every two I'd catalog...

I'd find myself reading another.

Eventually, though, all the time I spent at Wieder's

exposed me to something I wasn't expecting."

- More books? - Yeah.

The professor wants me to donate them,

but there's some good shit in here.

Say, uh, what's with the bats?

His dad's.

Collected them, I guess.

Signed too.

Willie McCovey. Al Kaline.

Ted Williams.

You wanna finish this? I gotta work.

Yeah. Sure.

Thanks.

"A laugh." Yeah.

"A hand grazing an arm."

"One thing's clear."

Hey, it's me.

I'm sorry, but I have to bag on dinner tonight.

I'm stuck at the office helping Joe,

but I'll, uh... I'll see you when I get home.

"Laura Baines was more than

just Joseph Wieder's research fellow."

I'm supposed to be working.

Don't you have a research paper due tomorrow?

Yeah.

I have so many patient notes to transcribe.

Stop!

Oh, God. Do you like that?

You know I like that.

[Laura] You know I do.

"Despite our time together,

I didn't know Laura Baines at all."

"And when I found that manuscript...

I realized I wasn't the only one."

Are you hungry?

Oh, hey. I didn't know you were home.

- What have you got there? - I don't know.

I found it in, uh...

It was lodged in the back there behind some books.

Oh. Huh.

Laura. So eager.

Oh.

Come on. Before lunch gets cold.

Do you like to cook, Richard?

I don't really know how.

Well, you should learn.

Maybe you're good at it, maybe you're not, hmm?

Experiment.

Mm-hm.

Laura likes a man who can cook.

How are things going between you two?

We're just friends.

Oh, come on.

I got the impression you were more than that.

Is that what she told you?

I don't need Laura to tell me something to know it.

I can sense things.

I've known her for some time now.

Right. I mean, I-I would never presume...

But, Richard, she brought you into my life to help,

not to complicate things.

And that's what I'm here for, to help.

Well, good.

To that end, then,

I think-- and these are just my thoughts--

I think it would be better if you stopped seeing each other.

Wait, what?

Nobody likes it when things

become overly complicated.

I'm going out of town to meet some people about my book.

I imagine when I get back

you will have sorted out some new arrangement.

Bon appétit.

"He'd crossed a line,

but I never sorted anything out.

She sorted it out for me."

Babe?

You home?

Hey, uh...

I got you some stuff from Bamboo House.

You know, those dumplings you like.

Babe?

"She was gone.

And then the next day, it happened."

"Professor Joseph Wieder was found dead.

Beaten to death.

Some junkie confessed to the crime."

"The Waterford College community digested the tragedy

and I went on to become a novelist of no repute,

toiling in obscurity."

"And Laura Baines?

I later found out that a week before the murder

she went to see Susan Avery,

Wieder's contact at the Department of Defense,

claiming ownership over Wieder's work."

No, it doesn't work like that.

The US Government commissioned the study.

The grant is for Professor Wieder.

But I wrote it!

Look, Ms. Baines,

I don't know what arrangement you made with Dr. Wieder,

but I recommend you take it up with the university

or directly with him.

Oh, come on! This is my work

and he just put his name on it!

- I'm sorry. - Is that all you can say?

This is bullshit!

You can't just get away with this!

"After the murder, she disappeared.

It was like she'd fallen right off the face of the Earth."

"Until the day I saw her again."

"Until... I saw her again."

Until you saw her again where?

Ah, you motherfucker!

You know what? She's probably dead.

Her social security number is still active.

She's got no address, no social media presence,

no place of business, nothing.

Just one old pic from high school.

So what? She's a private person.

It's the same with Wayne Devereaux,

Wieder's caretaker.

No phone number, no job history.

I did a reverse address search, nothing.

It's like everyone from Wieder's life at that time

is now a fucking ghost.

You know what?

You're making me feel like I want to be a fucking ghost.

The only one I've been able to track down is Finn's ex-wife.

I'm gonna go and talk to her.

And what the fuck's she gonna say to you?

I don't know.

She might know something.

You know? Finn might have been onto something.

That's a lot of somethings and maybes and ifs and buts.

Look, man, if Isaac Samuel is innocent

and we've put away the wrong guy,

come on.

That's a chance for us to make that right.

- The guy confessed! - I know he confessed, okay?

He admits he was in the house on that night. He says that.

But he also says before he could do anything,

someone else came in to the house.

Who?

Who came in, Roy?

I don't know.

Well, if you don't fucking know,

then I don't fucking know either.

I'm gonna take a piss.

And he drops in another one!

This kid's on fire!

Hey!

What the fuck, man?

I'm sorry.

Hallucinations are often a common byproduct

of the procedure.

But I've only ever seen pictures of her.

Yeah, well, it indicates recall,

even if it wasn't really her.

Same with the snippets of memory you've reported.

It means your neural pathways are starting to reactivate.

So I'm not just going completely crazy, then?

Far from it.

You're actually what we'd call a good result.

Treatment's working.

[man] Put that down!

Ms. Finn?

I'm sorry to disturb you. I...

You the cop?

Roy Freeman, yeah. I called.

Yeah, I'm actually, you know, uh...

...retired.

And so I'm not with the police anymore.

Good. Never liked cops.

Doesn't make sense.

Richard was a lot of things--

paranoid, deluded,

real misanthrope.

But he wasn't a druggie.

So you think his death was an accident, maybe?

I bet that cunt, Elizabeth Westlake,

had something to do with it.

I'm sorry. I-I don't know who that is.

Yeah. Neither did I until recently.

Crazy-ass bitch.

They had some big argument

a few weeks before Richard moved out.

Elizabeth... Westlake?

Yeah.[Roy] Yeah. Okay.

Richard started drinking again.

And one night he comes home screaming on the phone

all pissed.

Huh. No, no, no.

No, no, no.

No, no, no, you listen to me, okay?

Don't you fucking lie to me!

He must have thought I was asleep.

Okay, I-I know what you did. Yeah.

And you're not gonna get away with it.

You ever ask him what the argument was about?

I tried not to talk to Richard when he was like that.

Right.

So I waited until he was asleep.

Next day, I called the number,

and got her voicemail.

What else do you know about her?

Know what she does? Do you know how they connect?

- No. - Nothing?

You just called her a crazy-ass bitch.

Look, all I know is I never heard him talk

to anybody like that before.

Not even me.

You ask me...

she killed him.

Ms. Westlake.

Oh. Mr. Freeman.

Have we met?

I'm sorry. I have a condition.

I forget a lot of stuff.

Well, I'm sorry.

We met in passing a long time ago.

And I'd read about your accident in the newspaper.

Would you mind if I asked you where?

- Where did we meet? - I wish I could talk.

But I need to get to the office.

That's okay.

I actually just wanted to talk to you

about Richard Finn.

Now, there's someone I'd like to forget.

Why is that?

I guess you've never been stalked,

made to feel like you always

need to be looking over your shoulder.

Oh. Yeah, well, you know, uh...

he had it in his mind

that you had something to do with Joseph Wieder's murder.

So you've spoken to him?

No, I haven't. Uh...

I tried to, but he passed away.

- I see. - Yeah.

He left something behind, though.

A memoir.

And I was wondering if you'd like to have a look at it.

You could just tell me what you think.

I've worked very hard to forget that time in my life,

Professor Wieder's death, and I'd rather not relive it.

Totally understand. Yeah.

You know, though, uh...

there is a man who is on death row

for Joseph Wieder's murder

and his date's coming up pretty soon.

So maybe you could just, you know, take a look.

If I have a free moment.

Great. Thank you. Thank you very much.

- Alright. - Alright.

You have a great day.

You take care of yourself, now, Roy.

This is it, man.

Mr. Devereaux?

Mr. Devereaux?

It's been a while.

Took me a second there to place you,

but my story's the same as it was then.

I just never got to tell it to you 'cause...

you already had your man.

Well, if it's okay with you, I'd like to hear it now.

Yeah? Why is that?

I'm just going back through things.

Making sure all the right boxes got checked,

you know?

Okay.

Well...

Professor Wieder found me

when I was a shell of who I was.

He helped me get back on my feet.

He got me a job working maintenance.

I mean, I remember it crystal clear, man.

He was like a celebrity.

Everyone loved him.

He did all sorts of work.

I don't know what exactly,

but there was always people visiting.

Thank you so much.

Important people.

People from the government,

Department of Defense.

He was running a trial for them

out of his department at the college.

Trauma patients.

Testing a medication he developed.

I guess I was a perfect candidate.

I was first on the ground in Iraq.

Saw my share of it before taking a bullet.

I didn't know the real damage till I got home.

Just couldn't get right.

Wieder found me at the VA,

said I fit his research profile.

What kind of research?

Wayne, what if I told you

that through medicine and suggestion

you could replace the memory of your trauma of Iraq

with better memories

or perhaps erase the memory of your trauma altogether?

Man, I'd say sign me up.

By activating opposite sides of the brain,

we can release the emotional experiences

trapped in our nervous system.

But before we make that bad memory go away,

we have to fully confront it.

Breathe.

He said it was effective for dealing with PTSD,

but that was only part of the treatment.

Take one in the morning.

And one before bed.

The rest was that medication he developed.

He said it could wipe the slate clean.

But you just told me about Iraq.

Does that mean the treatment didn't work?

Oh, it did for a time.

Details faded. No more panic attacks.

But those pills, man, I mean...

...they had some fucking mean side effects.

I didn't recognize myself anymore.

I'd black out.

No idea where I was, how I got there.

So you stopped taking the medication?

Mm-hm.

Yeah, against the professor's wishes.

Where's your car?

I came here by taxi.

You want a ride?

ASPCA in the city buys my offcuts for dogs.

- You sure? - Yeah, man. Seat's free.

Do you know anything about Laura Baines?

Oh, man. I don't think anybody ever really knew Laura Baines.

Her and Wieder were a thing, yeah?

I don't know nothin' about that.

From what he said, she's just a lab assistant, nothing more.

I mean, maybe she'd like to be.

But if they were, I never saw it.

Not that I didn't see others.

I'd come over the house every now and then,

to fix this and that.

There were a lot of women.

He kept a record of them too.

What kind of record?

He had one of those old-school camcorders.

I guess he liked to revisit his past exploits.

Did Laura Baines ever call him out on it?

No, man. Only time I heard them exchange words

was over some research paper they were writing.

But the night he was killed, her and Finn,

they came over to the house

and there was some kind of argument.

We need to have a rational conversation

without all this accusation.

You're fucking lying![Laura] He's not lying!

- Oh! You wanna defend him now? - I don't need defending.

What were they fighting about?

Fuck if I know, Finn got real pissed off.

Know what? Fuck the both of you.

- You deserve each other. - Are you fucking kidding me?

He left and I went to go out front,

talk to him, maybe see what's what.

But he was just... gone.

Or he never left.

In Finn's statement, he says he was home alone

at the time of the murder.

Well, I mean, I can only tell you what I saw.

What about Laura? You see her leave?

Yeah, later in a taxi.

So where'd you go?

My usual. Old Warren.

The bartender there, Diane,

even she was one of the professor's girls.

He was a good man.

He lost his way, that's all.

It can happen to any one of us.

But it's like the Bible says.

"Do not judge lest you too be judged."

Thanks for the lift.

Yeah. It's me.

He's home.

Diane Lynch.

A very, very interesting read.

Aren't you gonna invite me in?

Can I get you a water?

Maybe some whiskey.

I, uh... I don't have any in the house.

Doctors. [chuckles]

I can't even remember the last time I had a drink.

One of the few benefits of your condition, I suppose.

You can't remember the bad times.

Can't remember the good times, either.

That's too bad.

Must be hard--

no memory of friends, family, past experience.

No context for who you are. Your place in the world.

I can't imagine what that's like,

to feel so lost.

So alone.

So what did you think of Finn's book?

It was...

a bunch of bullshit.

So, you two were, uh... never lovers?

No. That was just his little fantasy.

People make things up all the time.

Lie to protect themselves.

Manufacture histories to appear more than they are

'cause the reality is too painful.

- I spoke with Wayne Devereaux. - Hmm.

He seemed to confirm a lot of what's in there.

Wow. Another reliable witness. Makes sense, though.

Lots of vets who suffer from trauma

turn to escapist invention-- video games,

pornography.

So, did he invent the research study

Wieder was working on too?

No. Wayne was a participant in that.

But if I remember correctly,

he didn't respond favorably to the protocol.

He resented what it did to him.

He was prone to bouts of anger, aggression.

You seem to know a whole lot about him.

Well, I transcribed Wieder's patient notes. All of them.

Sometimes you learn things you'd prefer you didn't.

He said that Wieder was intending

on publishing his findings, so...

That's what you do. You work for years

and then you publish your findings.

But he died before it was complete.

Do you feel he was giving you the credit you deserved?

He died before we could work that out as well.

A drug that can help people forget past trauma.

Seems to me someone could make

a whole lot of money out of that.

Now you think someone killed him for money.

You may not have memory, Mr. Freeman,

but you do have quite the imagination.

People kill for a whole lot of different reasons.

I reached out to Susan Avery,

Wieder's DOD contact.

I know who Susan Avery is.

She collaborated with Wieder for decades.

So then you also know

that she's taken over his department at Waterford.

Hmm.

You know, this conversation would have been a lot better

with whiskey.

You used to love a good drink, Roy.

Now call the play.

I'll give you five seconds to unbuckle your guns.

One.

Two.

Three.

Enough fun. Unbuckle them.

Harry, Jackson, get the hardware.

Doc!

Anybody else want to try their luck?

Get moving!

Come on, keep moving, all of ya!

Oh, fuck.

911. What's your emergency?

Yeah, uh, I wanna report a shooting.

Mr. Freeman, I'm going to read you your rights.

You have the right to remain silent.

If you refuse this right,

anything you say can be used against you in a court of law.

You have the right to an attorney.

If you cannot afford an attorney,

one will be appointed to you by the court.

We all done?

Case closed.

Another one off the books.

Let's go celebrate. I'm buying.

Yeah. Let me catch you up.

I'll wait for you in the car.

If you cannot afford an attorney,

one will be appointed to you by the court.

Do you understand the rights I just read to you, sir?

You know, you're one lucky sonofabitch.

Those security cameras caught him trying to run you down.

There's gonna be a lot of red tape,

but, uh, it'll prove it's self-defense.

Thanks for coming down.

Yeah, course.

You'd have done exactly the same thing for me.

CSI found two vials of fentanyl

in Devereaux's truck--

the same shit that killed Finn.

They're calling it a homicide.

What?

Devereaux killed Finn?

For what?

Stop him IDing him for Wieder's murder?

Sure. Makes sense.

No. No, it doesn't make fuckin' sense.

In his own goddamn book,

Finn is pointing 100% to Elizabeth Westlake,

not to Devereaux.

Something's not right.

Yeah, something's not right.

Something's not right with you, Roy.

Isaac Samuel committed this act.

Isaac Samuel confessed to it.

In one month,

there will be justice and he will be dead.

And you can move on and forget about all this.

Was I a good cop?

Were you a good cop? What?

What the fuck are you talking about?

Was I good at my job?

Or was I a bad cop? Was I a shit cop?

Was I a lazy sonofabitch

who just marked his card and showed up?

Roy, you were one of the best.

You were a great cop.

My name's not on any of the sign-offs.

What?

In the Wieder file.

My name is not on any of the officials.

Not the incident report...

not the witness sheet,

forensic findings, Samuel's confession.

None of it.

It's just your name...

on all of it.

What are you trying to say, Roy?

I've been going back through 30 years of case files.

Thirty years.

Every one, every document, every single one...

we co-signed.

My name right next to yours.

Except for this one.

Why is that?

I see what you're doing here, Roy.

You've interviewed everyone else.

Now you're gonna accuse me.

Jesus Christ, Roy,

you're some fuckin' piece of work.

You come to my house out of nowhere,

asking for my help,

and now you accuse me?

Fuck you, Roy.

Fuck you.

I ain't no killer!

You're in rare form tonight.

Where is she?

She won't be coming in for a while, Roy.

- Okay. - Uh-huh.

I'm out.

Oh, don't take my car, Roy.

Hey, I will bring it back tomorrow.

What you did, I will never forget.

Tomorrow.

We're not open yet.

Was there an old gray-haired guy

used to run this place?

Eric? Eric O'Toole?

Yeah, he's retired. Is there anything I can help you with?

It's my pop's place now.

Yeah, I'm looking for a woman who used to work here too.

- Her name's Diane. - Oh, you mean Diane Lynch?

Yeah, right. Any idea where I could find her?

Yeah, just over at Calvary Catholic.

She died about five years ago.

Oh, you don't say?

Fuck.

Was she a friend or something?

Eh, she gave a deposition in a case I was working on.

- I was just following up. - So, you a cop?

Used to be.

Well...

On me.

My grandfather was a cop.

I just recently remembered I actually, uh...

I like to do this.

Don't we all?

To Diane.

Hey. You mind if I use your bathroom?

Just around the corner, other side of the jukebox.

Thanks.

Hello? Mr. Freeman?

It's Susan Avery returning your call.

Blunt object to the head.

Um, Susan? From Waterford College.

I have something for you.

You sure I can't get you a glass of water?

No, no, I'm fine.

You said you had something for me?

I don't know where the original is.

Probably in storage at the DOD, if I had to guess,

but that's the only copy I had from my time there.

The Mirror Effect.

Wieder was quite proud of this work.

He thought it would help people

who were suffering with their trauma.

- It's award-worthy research. - It was never published?

At least not under his name.

I don't understand.

I gather you haven't read her book.

She updated Wieder's research with additional findings

she culled together over the years

she was getting her doctorate.

So, she stole his work?

It happens all the time in academic research.

Besides, who would protest?

- Wieder's dead. - But you contracted it?

It's not as simple as that.

Before Wieder died,

Laura Baines came to me with that manuscript.

Yeah, I heard she wasn't happy.

She claimed the work was hers.

Wieder wasn't giving her the credit she deserved.

This is bullshit! He can't just get away with this!

So, how did she publish it?

We'd been circulating it

in a number of the VA hospitals,

but the department's priorities changed.

A few years later after I started working here,

I found her book review.

So... why didn't you go after her?

There was nothing to go after her for.

The project was shuttered.

Wieder used to live around here, right?

Over on Chestnut. Apparently the house is still empty.

Blunt object to the head.

Any sign of it?

No. Couple of bats in the garage, though.

One's missing, right?

Caretaker there said they were all signed by Hall of Famers,

so probably worth a lot of money.

You wanna go talk to him?

- I will. Come on. - Sir.

What you got there, Roy?

Never did find the murder weapon

from the Wieder case, did you?

You put this here?

Put it back in the hole, Roy.

Both of youse, get inside.

Why couldn't you just listen to me?

You just couldn't let it go, could you?!

What did you do, Jim?

What did I do?

I cleaned this fucking mess up.

Ten years ago. Don't you remember any of this?

- What Diane did? - Diane?

She told me what you knew.

Diane Lynch?

Get away from me!

From your favorite bar.

She was one of Wieder's patients.

Enough, Laura.

I told you I would take care of this.

Oh.

You know each other?

I see.

So, you're in this together?

Fuck me.[Roy] No, I get it.

I get it, Jimmy.

Your wife got really sick.

You got deep in debt.

She comes along, pays to you kill Wieder

so she can publish her book,

and you, you railroad Isaac Samuel,

cover it all up.

No, no, no, no, no. I did not pay him to kill Wieder.

We didn't meet until after your accident.

My life was destroyed.

I was facing losing years of clinical research.

The name "Laura Baines"

would always be associated with what happened.

Then your partner showed up, asking all kinds of questions.

I didn't know what he wanted, but he wouldn't let up

and I was so scared.

Oh, fuck you, Laura!

So, I... left.

I moved, changed my name, started over,

completed the research and published my book,

hoping I would never see him again.

But then, a few years ago,

Richard Finn started poking around.

She's an author. Elizabeth Westlake.

But she changed it. It used to be Laura Baines.

She must have taken Wieder's work after he died.

You ask me, she's the one who killed him.

Then somehow, your partner found me

and he turned up with his hand out,

and this time, it's for money.

All this, all this is just fucking bullshit, Roy.

I'm not lying. He blackmailed me.

He said he'd go public with proof my book wasn't my work

unless I paid him.

So, you killed Richard Finn too

in case he got the same idea?

I didn't kill anyone.

She killed Finn the same way she killed Wieder.

Finn's writing a book about the murder

and he thinks you killed Wieder.

You need to talk to him.

With other people's hands.

Okay.

I'm telling you, Laura,

you can fuck around all you want, but I'm not...

Devereaux was already a trained killer.

With Finn out of the way, she got him to come after you.

He's home.

Wait until he leaves and then take care of it.

She's a manipulator, Roy.

She's manipulating you right now.

She gets people to come in and do her dirty work

and then she just skates away.

She has to be held accountable.

Hm, it's such a funny thing, the mind,

the things it can live with

and the things it just can't bear.

To get to die ignorant of both,

now that...

Oh, that is a special kind of bliss.

What I did...

I did for you.

Breaking news in a decades-old murder

out at Waterford College

as fresh evidence in the brutal killing

of psychology professor Joseph Wieder

exonerates a man incarcerated on death row.

29-year-old Isaac Samuel was convicted of revenge killing

and was scheduled to die by lethal injection

in just one month's time.

But information uncovered in the wake of a double homicide

this past Tuesday at Wieder's abandoned home

tells a different kind of story.

Name three objects in this room.

Chair, lamp... clock.

And three objects not in this room.

Wine glass, newspaper, gun.

Today's date?

October 21st.

Your place of birth?

Larksville, Pennsylvania.

Your mother's name?

Florence.

Your father's name?

George.

Your middle school?

South Side.

Very good.

It seems the treatment's been very effective.

It must be gratifying to be able to remember again.

Yeah.

The former detective

who investigated the case ten years ago,

Roy Freeman,

was instrumental in bringing the responsible parties

to justice.

He uncovered a twisted murder-for-hire plot

with roots in the Washington County Police

and the Waterford academic community.

Mr. Freeman, a highly decorated detective,

left the police force some years ago

following a car accident...

Professor Wieder is a doctor. He took an oath.

Keep them from harm and injustice.

Uh-huh. Well, she took an oath too.

We both did.

To have and to hold, in sickness and in health.

She came to see him six months ago

about some, uh, unresolved trauma.

You know, I just don't believe you.

Her alcoholic father, she was...

She was concerned she was repeating patterns

in your marriage.

She was vulnerable and he just took advantage.

I'm sorry to have to be the one to tell you this.

Well, why are you? Huh? Just for the fuck of it?

You want me to believe you're some kind of good Samaritan

who just thought I should know my wife is fucking her shrink?

Is that it?

In case you want proof.

And what's on that?

Your wife.

♪ Oh, ah, the miseries I've had... ♪

Just let me go.

Get the fuck away from me!

Open the door, Diane. Open the door!

Leave me alone!

Just let me go.

Oh! Back so soon?

I'm... I'm sorry.

No.

Jesus fucking Christ!

Roy!

Let's get it done.

♪ Well, it's moon rise in the daytime ♪

♪ Yeah, it's darkness crystal clear ♪

♪ In the desert and down hallways ♪

♪ Somehow you always pull me near ♪

♪ All dressed up in golden ♪

♪ I was a fool ♪

♪ I did what you told me ♪

♪ But there's no rest for the lonely ♪

♪ Are the wicked truly broken? ♪

♪ Yeah ♪

♪ Hey, hey, sweet darlin' ♪

♪ Hey, hey, I hate to see you fallin' ♪

♪ Like a cannonball ♪

♪ Maybe you're no angel after all ♪

♪ Now you say that you don't know me ♪

♪ But you made me who I am ♪

♪ And it's not about the feeling ♪

♪ Can you live with what you've done? ♪

♪ What you've done ♪

♪ Yeah ♪

♪ Hey, hey, sweet darlin' ♪

♪ Hey, hey, I hate to see you fallin' ♪

♪ Like a cannonball ♪

♪ Maybe you're no angel ♪

♪ Hey, hey, sweet darlin' ♪

♪ Hey, hey, I hate to see you crawlin' ♪

♪ Like a cannonball ♪

♪ Maybe you're no angel ♪

♪ Maybe you're no angel after all ♪