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Excuse me.

Where am I?

What is this place?

Hey, hey, hey.

oh, oh, oh.

Uh, oh, all right.

Refugee center.

Are you okay.

Ohh.

Do you know who this man is?

Mr. Cronus, is something wrong?

You know your friend got up early today.

You wanna go see him?

This is Cronus.

You remember Cronus, don't you, Thanatos?

Your friend.

I know who the hell he is, woman.

Looks like shit.

Ohhh.

I don't know what happened.

Oh.

It looks like you bumped your head.

And you're bleeding.

Leave him be.

Boy ain't no puss.

Ohhh.

Well, sit your ass down, Cronus.

Standing there bleeding, look like a lost pup.

All right, what's wrong with you?

Come in here all quiet.

Beat to hell and back.

Good god, what is that stink?

I take it we know each other?

Yeah I'd like to believe so.

I don't remember anything.

You toying with me, boy?

What?

Funny guy.

I don't know what you mean.

You really don't who I am, do you?

What are the chances of that?

I'm sorry?

Sorry?

Been there and done that myself, son.

Hell, I'm there now.

What do you mean?

See?

That's what I'm saying.

What are the odds of both of us losing our memory?

What's the first thing you remember?

I remember something in the sky.

Sky?

God I'd love to have had that for my first memory.

What was your first memory?

Your smug ass standing over me.

Remember?

You were the one that dropped me off here.

Must have been a month ago.

You and I.

Yeah we go way back.

How do you remember all that?

I lost my memory, Cronus,

not my mind and evidently the doctor,

says I have amnesia, retro-grade or some such nonsense.

So what now?

And apparently you need to see the doc.

Probably fit you in this afternoon,

in light of this news.

I have nothing.

No memories.

I only know my name because of a nametag I found.

I found you from a submission form in my pocket.

I think someone was trying to kill me.

Kill you?

Why the hell would you say that?

I woke up in some...

Lab.

In a factory.

And there was this machine.

Your project.

What?

Well, let me be the first to tell you,

that you're what they call a genius.

An asshole, but a genius nonetheless.

And you come around here once a week,

to belly-ache about this project, this Mnemosyne.

And I swear when you talk your jargon,

and start carry on about your neurons,

and all that other jibber-jabber

I can actually grasp what it is,

you're actually talking about.

It's like a sixth sense.

And then sometimes it seems that,

it's all coming back to me...

and then...

nothing.

That's it.

It's like a fog.

My project?

Well you only told me just a bit.

But I guess it's more than you know now.

Funny enough, you deal with cognitive memory

and your subjects they come around, they uh...

My subjects?

Yeah your subjects.

They come around and, well I don't know what you're doing,

but it has something to do with embedded memory.

And that warehouse that you woke up in this morning,

I guess that's your home.

I've never been there.

You wouldn't take me.

Far too dangerous for an old timer like myself.

Thank you so much.

Well, I am leaking again.

Hey, where you going?

To my lab, I guess.

Hold up now.

You're in no good shape to be running off like that.

We'll get you a room right here.

No.

Thank you.

I can't.

I have to go.

Leaving, Cronus?

Oh.

What the hell you make of that?

Yes, usually he's more flirtatious.

The Mnemosyne is fully functioning today.

The cranial helmet and cognitive retention unit

are running normally after a brief power outage caused

disruption to the main power supply

Additional note: these outages

are becoming more frequent and all

regulators must be stabilized to prevent

further complications during future trials.

The onset of the decomposition of the myelin layers

seems to cause issues with proper mapping of episodic

memories that are in the midst of consolidation.

If this works, if the Mnemosyne functions correctly and,

the structura holds,

I'll be able to actually

transfer the memory of the subject.

Memory transfer.

Today it all begins.

The Mnemosyne project was designed for a specific purpose.

Collective data we retain in the temporal lobe

such as sight, sound, touch and so on is stored.

This we know.

It's possible to extract memory

and convert to data by digging deep enough

and this machine I pioneered is a transfusion vessel

used to implant from one patient to another.

There is no set pattern.

This is where the structura comes in.

The computer acts like a mapping system

detailing where the specific memories are and how

to access them once they're in the frontal cortex.

The idea was frowned upon by,

it's not important.

Let's just say archaic ideals.

However, I think he would have been impressed.

Mnemosyne is the reason we will all be able

to truly appreciate what we've done.

Where we've been.

The smells.

Physical touch.

Pinpoint specific memories and events

in our previous existences

and then by a process of elimination

keep the memories most desirable.

Moments in time.

Perfecting the past.

Now what?

Log number one.

Today marks the rebirth of the Mnemosyne structura

and the reconstruction of my memory.

For I believe it was fractured due to malfunction

to the machine during operation.

There's still much left in the haze.

It seems to be all about the time the subject has passed.

Clearly a race against the clock.

Now the question is, where do I just find a corpse?

Log number 15.

Patient zero, ready for transfer.

Here we go.

♪ And from out of nowhere ♪

It worked!

I remember that night.

Eating meatloaf.

You were an alcoholic.

Where are you?

Where are you hiding?

There.

Now to isolate the preferred memories.

Log number 16.

Patient zero was a success.

Memories were accurately logged and transferred.

However, the reality of acquiring

these peoples' memories may pose a problem.

My only option is mapping them,

then extraction as the final step.

I have to weed out the bad.

Which may prove difficult as I'm taking in these peoples'

most personal thoughts.

Some of which aren't good.

Some of which are dangerous.

I think I need a drink.

Hey.

What you doing?

I'm just looking.

You're gonna need this.

Go on.

Take it.

Take.

Come on.

Right.

I take it you're looking for some refreshment?

What I thought.

Too late.

I cleaned the place out early last month.

Haha.

Hey hey hey, whoa whoa.

I got this.

10.

10?

Yeah, No no no, that's a mighty fine price

for this particular blend.

Uh.

Hey, you're not paying for the drink.

You're paying for the service.

Got me?

Because I'm the best damn bootlegger, uh,

I'm the best damn

bootlegger around these parts.

The best.

Yeah.

You know you can three months in the slammer

just for taking a sip.

That new Mayor's a real drag.

We can't drink?

Right, right.

That's what I'm saying.

He says he's gonna clean up this town.

But business sure has picked up though.

You know, one will pay for what one can't have.

Wait.

Did I, did I say that right?

Okay.

This is all I have.

Give it.

Come on.

Give it.

Close enough.

I'm sure you'll be back for more.

Yeah.

Oh, the name's OGG.

O, double G.

Yeah.

Hey.

Whoa.

Whoa whoa whoa.

Hey hey hey.

That stuff will eat a hole in your belly.

She never understood me.

I had a disease.

Oh.

Hooked on the sauce.

Hooked on the sauce.

Best damn customers.

Whoa whoa whoa, hey hey hey.

Pull yourself together, man.

Puking up all over a public boulevard

is like holding up a sign that says, lock me up!

Like holding up a sign that says Lock me up, I'm drunk.

You don't want to get locked up.

You don't want to get locked up.

Not sure I ever had a drink before.

I don't know why I want one now.

Give me.

Whoa.

See, that tastes fine to me.

I thought I might have slipped you a batch

of that rubbing alcohol or cleaning solution.

Or something like that.

Here.

What's your handle?

It's Cronus.

Tell me where you live, Croonus.

It's Cronus.

That's what I said.

Silo compound.

About a mile or so from here.

Silo compound?

What's a fella like you doing in bum city for?

Come on.

Oh.

Man, you scared me.

How you feeling, Roonus?

Whoa, whoa whoa whoa.

Hey, we're buds now.

Okay?

Remember I'm the one that got you that tasty mash.

How did you get in here?

Uh.

I brought you home and you let me in.

Right.

Hey.

This place is wicked man.

Wicked.

Yeah.

Listen, uh...

Oh.

It's OGG.

O, double G.

Yeah.

Okay, Ogg.

I need you to leave immediately.

Wait, wait.

Hey.

That's some poor hospitality.

I done gave you a hell of a deal.

Right?

And, I got you home safe and sound.

Yeah.

Hey, what is all this?

Are you some kind of

doc, uh, doc, you some kind of Frankenstein?

No.

Yes.

Look I really need you to leave.

Not now.

I done told you all my business.

Right?

It's only right that you tell me all about yours.

Yeah.

It's secret.

You know, I think that you and me can come

to some sort of an agreement.

Being in the business that I'm in, I'm currently on the run.

But I'm looking for a place to, you know, lay low, and

pick up operation again.

What do you think?

That's real sad and I sympathize

but I couldn't possibly see how you could help me.

Cro-Jo my man.

Come on, I'm not the only one working in the gray here.

All right.

All these goodies, they require a special ID,

you know, to get them.

I know.

Computer stores.

Colleges.

Schools.

Independent research facilities.

As of last year were all stopped dead

within the city limits.

Even all the labs closed down too.

But you, I mean, come on.

Look at this.

You, you got everything I need.

It's all about leaning on each other.

I know a lot of people in this town.

And you'd be surprised

how many people have a thirst during these dry times.

I can pull favors.

I can get you stuff.

I can get you, uh, motherboards.

Yeah, I can get you flasks.

Yeah.

I can get you benson burny thingys.

Oh, hot!

I can get you all sorts of little...

Bodies.

Bodies?

You mean like, people-bodies?

Yes.

Corpses.

Oh, you mean like, grave-digging.

No.

Fresh corpses.

Before Palormortis.

Rigormortis.

Mortis?

Look, they can't be tampered with.

I need their brains intact, especially the hippocampus.

A couple hours of less after death.

Yeah, that of, that seems shady enough.

Yeah, you know what?

You got yourself a deal.

Yeah.

You can't bring anybody here.

Pff.

Of course.

No touching anything.

Oh.

Yeah.

Right.

And don't bother me while I'm working.

Oh.

I'll make like,

uh, I'll make like a ghost.

Shhh.

Ohhh!

I need at least one a week.

And remember, Ogg, the temporal lobe must be untouched.

Right.

Um, you don't plan on, you know like eating them?

Are you?

Right, right.

Hey, hey, you want bodies, you'll get bodies.

Yeah!

Hey, you probably don't want to hang on to those though.

I'm just going to get rid of them for you.

Yeah.

Hey.

Cronus?

Yeah, check this out.

Ta-dah!

I don't know if I'm impressed or disturbed.

That was fast.

Yeah, well it would have been faster

if it wasn't for my bum leg.

Where'd you get him?

Oh.

Yeah.

You don't want to know.

Shh.

Just no killing.

Killing?

I wouldn't hurt a soul.

And up to this point I've never had

to do anything like that.

That's bad business.

Very bad.

The way I look at it is everyone is potential customer.

Yeah.

One question.

What?

What do you plan on doing with that?

The machine, the Mnemosyne, works like an analog

to digital transfer, except we're going

from biological extraction to digital conversion.

Transmission through an apparatus.

Their memories flow from them to me.

Get it?

Follow?

Uh, yeah, I think.

To be honest with ya, I'm just glad

you didn't start eating it.

Oh hey hey.

So, so, what happened?

Hey, is this some kind of sleep,

uh, some kind of nap machine?

I'm working, Ogg.

Remember our deal?

What's that?

I'm locating specific memories.

They're all within different folds.

Once I locate a memory I categorize it.

Agh.

Uh, all right!

This is a, this is a robbery.

Yeah.

We're a morgue.

We don't have money here.

All right, keep your shirt on.

When did this one get in?

What?

Agh!

When did this one get here?

Today!

Oh.

Okay then.

Yeah!

Hey, hey hey.

I'll call the medical examiner.

Hey.

Check this one out.

He had it on him.

Hehehe.

Haha.

Damn it, Ogg, I told you no head injuries.

So, you start remembering again?

Not exactly.

But I kept detailed recordings of my work.

I've listened to them all.

I've pieced back together my project.

Great.

But you really ought to see the doc.

Listen, that doesn't matter anymore.

I'm building a new past.

I have no damn clue as

to what the hell you're talking about.

Thanatos, I trusted you.

I told you things I wouldn't have told anyone else.

I'm telling you now.

I know what I'm doing.

Mnemosyne was designed and created to transfer memories.

But not just memories.

The senses of those memories.

Sight, smell, sound.

I was building a new past.

For all I know I lost memory years ago or

maybe I, I...

Now you listen to me closely.

For the last month you've been pretty much the same person.

And then you show up weeks ago

and you don't remember jack shit.

Me.

Your own past.

You don't even remember your own project.

And when you walked through my door,

you didn't even know what the hell a hippocampus was.

For special memory located in the temporal lobe.

What's your point?

My point is that what you're playing with here is serious.

Fooling around with your brain

or anyone else's brain just seems wreck-less.

You don't understand.

I wanted to know who I was.

Where I went.

Why I stared this project in the first place.

But I realized I had a choice.

I don't have to know.

I can start from scratch.

You do what you feel is best.

And if you're able to create a fake,

synthetic existence and you're happy with

someone else's life, then go with it.

But if you're running away from something,

it's a whole different ballgame.

You're too damn smart for your own good, Cronus.

People have to face their past.

The memories needing extraction continue to build.

Becoming addictive.

Taking their toll.

My contingency plan is still ill-defined

in light of malfunction.

All I can do now is keep the Mnemosyne

in working order and hope my mappings are accurate.

Oh.

Cron-boy, where ya at?

What?

All right, now now now, you're gonna have to,

you're gonna have to hear me out.

All right?

Because this one here is just a little bit different.

Okay.

It's a tad change up from the usual.

All right?

Yes, Ogg.

Spit it out.

Okay, okay.

Uh.

This corpse right here, it's not exactly normal.

I found it in, in,

I found it in a meat locker!

Well I was under the impression

you had been finding all of our corpses, Ogg.

Since we have a no-killing rule.

[Ogg] I really did find him.

Hard to tell how long he's been dead.

[Ogg] Yeah.

Whose freezer was it?

Oh, okay.

See, that's just it.

I uh.

I uh.

It was here!

Here, here?

What do you mean, here?

Well, I was uh, I was poke,

I was messing around in the east,

in the east side of the compound.

East side?

What, what east side?

Well, I was messing around

and I was looking for materials for my business.

Ah.

Forget it.

Forget all that.

That's not the point.

The point is, I was poking around

and then I heard this hmmmm, right?

It was coming from behind me so I turned around

and there it was, a meat freezer!

So I opened it up and found two pounds of steak

and a hundred a fifty two pounds of corpse right there in

front of me the whole time!

So he wasn't tagged?

That means he's a missing person, Ogg.

That means that somebody's going

to be looking for him and that could lead them here.

To me.

Your point?

All right, listen, listen.

Nobody's been snooping around here and asking

about him, right?

So I thought, why not?

Take him back, Ogg.

I don't want to be accused of murder.

So now you're telling me I gotta find a place

to hide this frozen meat-cicle?

You know I'm running out of dead people here, don't ya?

They're cracking down.

Just yesterday, I went to the morgue.

They got security now.

You know, officials!

I just need one more body, Ogg.

What does it hurt to try this guy?

Just try it.

Just try it and I'll get rid of him proper, okay.

Promise, I swear!

What are these?

Oh.

Those are steaks.

You know, for dinner.

Yeah.

Okay we better let him thaw out first.

Then the steaks.

Yeah!

Oh.

He's injured, Ogg.

There's trauma at the base of the skull.

Hey, I didn't see that.

All right.

All right, I got a bad eye, I can't help it.

I never dealt with plugging in somebody

with head trauma before, Ogg.

You, you think it'll still work?

Depends.

Guess we'll find out.

Yeah.

Oh.

Yeah.

Here we go.

Yeah.

Hey, Cronus.

You want a, you want a,

you know, a pull before you go under?

Yeah!

The popcicle's working!

What the hell was that?

Hey, hey, what?

What happened?

That can't be right.

The transfer wires must have been crossed.

How?

Hey, whoa.

I didn't touch a thing.

My hands were right here the whole time.

Still here.

Still here!

He was following me, Ogg.

He must have known me before my amnesia.

Do you remember anything else?

What?

Any more memories?

No, no, no.

The decay and the trauma to the brain

has left everything fragmented.

Only glimpses are coming through.

Well listen, maybe they'll come back to you.

Okay.

Listen, I'm gonna take this body and dump it real quick.

Wait.

Keep him here.

[Ogg] Okay.

Won't he get soggy?

No, no.

Leave him in the machine.

It'll keep him cold.

For now.

Right.

Too risky.

This was a bad idea.

We should forget about it and just...

Huh.

Say what?

Whatchya doing?

Beginning the extraction process.

Continuing with the plan.

I'll take Vera.

Of course.

And then.

A trip to Hawaii.

Gotta have a good vacation in there.

That's nice.

What else?

Making love at the drive-in theater, 18 years old.

Definitely keep that one.

Now to set an order, chronologically.

Ogg.

Once I start this process you'll no longer be needed.

Huh?

So you'll want to relocate for your own good.

Whoa, wait.

Hey wait, are you kicking me out?

It's nothing personal.

When I start the process I may not remember you.

Imagine that I'm completely cleaning out my closet,

then meticulously putting back in items I want to keep.

No, no, no.

I get it.

I understand.

You use me,

then you just throw me out into the street.

Ogg, I can't take the chance.

When I come out of this process I'll have a

completely different set of memories.

I'll be a different person.

You know I figured you'd want to remember me.

You know maybe stay friends.

All right what about who you really were?

Huh?

What about all that?

Ow!

And since our business relationship

is finished, you can take that body

and get rid of it yourself!

I'm a little hot right now so I'll be back later

to get my things.

Is that okay with you?

Who were you?

Hey how are you?

Hold on a sec.

I'll see you later.

You've been a naughty boy.

(gasping)

I told you the deal.

Get out of here.

Please!

No!

No!

Hey, how you doing?

What's happening this weekend?

You've been a naughty boy, Cronus.

[Ogg] Gotta pack my things and get out of here.

Ogg?

Ogg?

You're actually here.

Of course I am.

I love you, Cronus.

Note.

The memories are taking their toll.

Recollection is becoming convoluted.

I need to begin the purge.

The newest subject knew who I was.

He was following me.

It's still unclear why.

Why were you following me?

Hello?

Is somebody there?

Cron!

Ogg, what are you doing?

Oh great.

You still remember my name.

I thought you erased me from your brain.

I was just about to begin the process.

Ogg, what are you doing here?

Uh, so, I was doing a drop off today at a

friend's and some Officials came by.

They started asking questions regarding the stiffs.

Which one?

All of 'em.

Whad'ya say?

I ran.

I didn't know what else to do.

Ogg, do they have something on you?

I don't know.

I didn't exactly hang around to ask 'em.

Why'd you run?

All right maybe they had one thing.

Gosh!

What?

My business card.

I think it fell out at the morgue or the medical

examiner's or something like that.

Ogg, what is a bootlegger

doing with a business card?

Hey you hold it right there, all right.

I know I'm in some kind of under the table dealings

and all but you got to network.

You got to, whew, put yourself right out there.

Listen, I got to ask a favor.

I need a place to lay low for just

a couple of days, all right, all right.

Listen, listen, you still remember who I am, right?

My stuff is still here.

It'll be like I never left.

Please man, can I stay?

No, no.

Absolutely not.

So, uh.

This is it, huh?

It's the final phase of my project.

I've collected and sorted.

Now I have to extract the memories I want to disregard.

Aren't you just a slighted bit curious?

About what?

About him.

The guy who knew you.

Knew who you were before.

I mean why have you hung to that body for so long?

He's still sitting there.

I was curious.

Yeah.

Just took me by surprise.

When finally confronted it was all too much.

Besides, I expect he's been dead for some time.

His memories were fractured.

I couldn't get a clear memory from him.

You know he's still sitting right there.

Come on man, he's right there.

Might still be worth a shot.

Hell, this could be your only shot, man.

Here.

Come on.

Maybe this isn't such a good idea.

Give me that.

What did you see?

What did you see?

He came here, Ogg.

He was in the lab.

What are, oh, no use.

I already checked his pockets.

Yeah, but you don't have his memories.

Wait.

Wait.

Are you telling me that it worked?

It worked!

It's still hazy but some stuff is coming through.

Yeah.

Yeah.

Yeah!

Agh!

God.

Cron!

They're here!

Who?

Who.

The Officials!

God.

Oh.

I'm sorry.

I'm dead.

I'm dead.

I'm a goner.

I got to get out of here.

I got to get to the next county.

The next district!

I got to pack some stuff first.

I got to...

Ogg, Ogg, don't do that.

Just stay here.

No one knows we're inside.

They'll think this place is abandoned.

Wait.

Are you saying you want me to stay?

Hey.

Where you going?

Ogg, I have to find out who that man was.

Hey, hey, hey, hey, Cron we got to get rid of that body.

We got to get rid of all my materials too.

They're gonna hang for the drink for sure,

who knows what they'll do for the stiff!

You know what, I'll get rid of it when you're gone.

Yeah!

No, Ogg, you can't.

You can't do that.

Now, I need to know.

If it ends of being something bad,

I'll erase it like the others.

And I'll even find a way to keep you in my memory.

We'll figure it out.

Cron, Cronus.

I hate to break it you, but if we don't get rid of that

body, who you were ain't going to mean squat.

Ogg.

Just hang in there.

We'll figure it out later, okay?

We'll figure it out.

I'm going out the back.

No ma'am.

He's not in.

No, I don't know where he is.

We haven't seen him around here in a while.

I'll take a message.

Puntz and Puntz, where we help you figure it all out.

How can I help you?

What is this place?

Puntz and Puntz, where we help you figure it all out.

How can I help you?

Ma'am.

Calm down.

When did the infidelity take place?

We'll be with you in just one second, sir.

Thank you.

Uh-huh.

Yes, ma'am.

I'll take a message.

Yes ma'am.

Uh-huh.

Yes ma'am.

Suspect could be dangerous.

Son of a bitch.

Why are you following me?

Where is he, Cronus?

Who?

You know damn well who.

My brother!

Son of a...

Shit.

Hey.

Come on, soldier.

Get up.

The battle ain't over yet.

Oh.

Please help.

No.

Stop.

Hold it, you son of a bitch.

You sick, I knew you were crazy, but...

Wait, wait

I didn't do this.

Don't give me that shit.

Why'd you kill him?

No, I didn't kill him.

I found him like this.

I needed him for my project.

I know what you did, you freak.

What?

Who were you talking to?

How you started...

He's dead.

He's dead.

I didn't mean, I didn't mean it.

He said I killed him, Ogg.

He said, he said he knew about the project.

He knew who I was.

I was just about to find out who I was and you killed him!

I have to know.

Hey, buddy, hey buddy.

Listen, listen, listen, we need to... we're done here, okay.

We need to burn this place down.

Torch all the evidence.

And we need to get the hell out of here.

Hey.

Where you going?

Cronus, leave it be.

Leave it be.

I like you just the way you are.

Hold it, you son of a bitch.

I didn't do this.

I didn't kill him.

I found him like this.

I needed him for my project.

I knew you were crazy.

Who?

No!

Well, big brother, looks like we got a weird case

ahead of us.

So this, uh, Cronus.

Is he dangerous?

He's been getting more and more aggressive, yes.

Tell us, old man.

I believe that he may have hurt someone.

Well, why don't you just drag in the Officials?

I'd rather keep them out of it.

This man is not just

a business partner, he's like my son.

Just what exactly are you two partners in?

A sort of fringe science.

Something that would help mankind.

Uh-huh.

But he has other plans.

My invention was not built for his desire.

I remember.

Thanatos.

We were partners on the Mnemosyne.

I programmed the structura.

The computer.

Thanatos was the master engineer, scientist.

He designed Mnemosyne.

He was the genius.

It was his dream.

I was his friend.

He trusted me.

Thanatos' goal was to store his memories.

He was showing signs

of dementia and set out to develop a counter attack.

Everything would have been perfect except,

I remember...

what we discovered

It will be okay.

I know.

It's just that we've been working so long on this, Cron.

It it works, I can start mapping and programming them.

But if it doesn't...

What year is this, sir?

My dear woman, it is a great year.

Now, you just relax there.

This will all be over soon

and when we're finished we'll take you out for a nice soda,

pop before getting you back to hospital.

Disengage.

For God sakes, stop it!

Thanatos.

Thanatos, it's working.

It's working.

How can this be?

She's dead.

It's downloading the memories.

The mapping algorithms are engaging.

It's working!

Thanatos, she volunteered.

It's just the way it is.

How can you say that?

She's dead, Cronus.

Dead.

That's when I realized

it's full potential.

And the debates began.

I wanted to test more subjects.

I wanted to know how far we could push it.

I knew what was possible.

To record the dead's memories.

To see their whole lives.

Moments before their death.

All the way back to when they were born.

But he'd have nothing of it.

Have you no soul, Cronus?

I built this for preservation.

Not for some disgusting form of voyeurism.

Remember my wife?

I won't let that happen to me.

We've taken a woman's life with our carelessness.

It's a small price to pay for the greater good.

Don't pretend I can't see right through you.

How dare you!

We must scrap this whole thing.

Start over again.

Over the following months

I became obsessed.

I can remember going days with no food.

No sleep.

While he tried to perfect the recording process,

I secretly worked on my own project.

I couldn't let it go.

And that's when I made up my mind.

So crazy.

Oh.

Hey honey, you got some more?

Oh, look at him?

I'll pick them out.

We could get four!

Come on, please.

Please, come on.

Ooh!

Yeah.

Ooh.

Hey, Papi.

You got a light?

Yeah, sure.

You got plans tonight?

If you want Rufus, it's gonna cost you three.

Stop it.

Four.

Four?

Uh-huh.

This place all yours?

No.

But it's ours tonight.

Well I hope you have a big bed.

This is...

not what I expected.

Come sit next to me, alter boy.

Or should I call you Papi?

You're too shy.

It's okay.

When I'm done with you...

you'll be speechless.

No!

He's been getting more and more aggressive.

Yes.

I believe that he may have hurt someone.

I just needed to know.

To set my mind at ease.

If I wanted my project to work I needed him gone.

But...

he was like a father.

What are you doing?

I'm sorry.

I know about the body.

And I know about your work behind my back.

They are watching you right now.

I didn't need to kill him.

I just needed him to forget it all.

Hey, they got a room all set up for you.

Isn't this nice?

Yes.

You're gonna love this.

(muttering)

Okay.

Get those.

Thank you.

Okay, wanna help him up.

Here we go.

There we go.

Yup.

Easy.

Easy.

Oh.

There.

Yes.

There.

You'll like it here.

You need to sign this?

Ah.

Oh yes indeed.

Right away, here we go.

I'll sign off on it.

Fantastic.

Thank you so much.

You've been great.

I'm gonna just say bye to my friend real quick.

Oh, thank you.

Okay, buddy.

You play nice with the other crazy guys.

And that's where I left him.

For weeks I would go in and completely fabricate his past.

I was terrified he'd remember something.

So I made sure to keep feeding him lies.

If the corpse started to decay he'd be useless to me.

The only reasonable solution seemed to be freezing it.

Day after day I refined the process.

Worked on the corpse.

Testing it.

Until I was ready.

Or so I thought.

I took everything from him.

Cron.

We gotta go!

Cronus!

They're here!

Ah!

We gotta, what are you doing?

We gotta go!

I found out who I was, Ogg.

I saw what I did and I don't want it.

I'm starting the extraction.

It was good to know you.

You should probably go.

Oh!

Oh, I'm sorry!

Hey!

Hold it right there!

Oh.

I didn't do anything!

I didn't do anything!

Where am I?