Rememory Page #2

Any recent arguments,

disagreements between Mr. Dunn

and anyone here at the company?

No, no. None that I'm aware of.

Gonna need to see the

security footage,

names of all the people with

access to this building.

Yes, of course.

[horse neighs]

Come on, that's a good girl.

Carolyn.

[Lawton] Gordon

Dunn was not only

a profoundly brilliant man,

but a profoundly good man,

a rare combination

in my experience,

and one that made him

an extraordinary

person to be around.

I count myself lucky...

I count myself fortunate...

for every moment I was able

to spend in his company.

This is a terrible loss.

He was a true pioneer, and

his work will live on.

We will mourn him

deeply at Cortex

as we begin to recover

from the shock.

This is not just a Cortex loss,

this is the world's loss.

[press clamoring]

Why have the police

opened an investigation?

While we have no doubt that

he died of natural causes,

we simply want to

be beyond certain

that nothing

unscrupulous took place,

given the unfortunate timing.

But rest assured,

it will not delay

or alter the production

of the machine.

Thank you.

Neil, what do you have?

-Well, you're not gonna like it.

-Surprise me.

Well, as you know, the final

stages of the Rememory machine

were completed almost entirely

by Gordon himself,

the essential steps.

Yes, but he must've left behind

extensive notes, plans...

You know how secretive

and protective he was.

That's why he demanded using

actual glass for the memories

instead of storing them

on a closed cloud server.

We're in his network, but

all his data is encrypted,

and sophisticatedly so.

I mean, it's actually

quite brilliant--

Are you telling me that

we can't reverse engineer

the product that we engineered?

Not without Gordon's prototype,

at least not for some time.

Define "some time."

A year? Optimistically.

[sighs] Well. Well, it

can't just be lost.

Thank you. Bye.

[Carolyn] I'm testing you.

-I don't think you remember.

-[Gordon] The sea lion.

Yes, yes!

Weeks after we showed them,

we showed them numbers and

symbols on the cards,

and then weeks after,

they could correctly

identify the matching cards.

That's amazing. Their brains are

a quarter the size of ours.

Mm. So that alone is

advanced cognitive function,

but you know what was

really incredible?

Hmm, what?

They could remember the whole

thing ten years later.

People can't even do that.

Some people in particular!

[doorbell rings]

-Hi.

-Hello.

-Hi.

-Um. Sorry.

I'm James Klinch. I'm

here for the reception.

Yes, I'm sorry, I

sent everyone away.

I just, I couldn't take any more

mindless platitudes. I'm sorry.

Thanks for coming.

[doorbell rings]

Time heals all wounds.

Uh... that's a really bad joke.

The platitudes...

It's quite cheeky under

the circumstances, yeah.

I know you want to be alone,

but I just wanted to say

how truly sorry I am. Truly.

Thank you.

How did you know Gordon?

He saved my life.

Now, that's a story

I'd like to hear.

Thank you.

You can help me clean up.

We happened to be staying at

the same hotel one night.

He was there for a conference,

and I was there...

because my life

hadn't worked out,

not the way I imagined,

and I was in a bad place.

And the hotel was a

very tall building.

There was a terrible

storm that night,

but it was strangely warm.

It felt like a

hurricane was coming.

I couldn't sleep, so I went

down to the hotel bar.

It was a typical hotel bar,

which is to say

it's really the only thing

I can remember about it.

But Gordon was sitting

there, having a nightcap.

He seemed lost in thought.

I was... drowning in mine.

After a few moments, he

turns to me and he says,

"This night can go

one of two ways.

Either we can sit here drinking

alone with our thoughts,

or we can make

something out of it."

He smiled and ordered

a bottle of whiskey.

This whiskey.

And we talked about

everything under the sun.

I mean everything.

Our whole life story.

I told him things I had

never told anyone before.

I don't know, maybe it was the

storm or the booze, or...

something, it just felt like

the last night of the world.

We had so much to drink

that we go up to the roof

with the idea that we'll make

it until the sun comes up,

and we go out there in the

middle of this storm.

I mean, the wind

is blowing hard.

I remember thinking just how

powerful wind could actually be.

Against the storm, my problems,

they seemed so trivial.

We tried to get back inside,

but the door was locked,

so we were stuck out

there all night.

I woke up the next morning and

somehow I knew I'd be okay,

that I'd live.

Surviving that

storm, it saved me.

If Gordon could still love life

after everything

he'd been through,

how could I not?

He never told me that story.

I've never told

anyone that story.

We stayed in touch a few times,

but really our friendship

was meant for one night.

I'm a little bit jealous.

It makes me feel like I

didn't know him anymore...

not since our daughter...

I guess maybe I didn't

for a long time.

You can convince

yourself that you do,

but then a complete stranger

shows up, tells you a story...

[chuckles]

...then you realize, God, I

didn't even scratch the surface.

Yeah, I see, I'm sorry.

I didn't--

No, I'm-- I'm really

glad that you did.

Do you remember the last

conversation you had?

Mm, I wish I didn't.

I lost my brother.

Long time ago.

I'm sorry.

I was there when he died.

He said something to me,

but I can't remember

what he said.

I can remember every

detail of that night,

except the last words

he said to me.

It's funny how important

the details become.

I haven't even been able to

go into Gordon's office yet.

Everyone wants to get their hands

on his papers and his journals,

and, frankly, it just seems easier

to just shut the world out.

And all everyone wants to

talk about is his work,

as if that's the most

important thing.

It's not about his family or his

life or memories that he created,

and it feels like they don't

really care about him.

I mean, he was found dead in his

office with gunshots in the walls,

and it's...

Gunshots?

Yeah, there's an investigation.

I-I thought it was an aneurysm.

The papers said--

His office was ransacked, and,

God knows, it's confusing.

Do they know who

could've done that?

He was working with a

lot of troubled people.

I know that he was

having difficulties

with some of the participants

of the research study.

Have they found anything yet?

I think we just had the funeral

for the only person at Cortex

that could find anything.

You think they're

hiding something?

There's a part of me that

just thinks I just--

I'm never gonna know the real truth,

and I didn't get to say goodbye.

I just-- sorry.

I wish that I could've

been with him.

Oh, God.

Sorry, guh...

It's okay.

So stupid, I...

I completely lost it this

morning because I was trying

to get the coffee machine

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