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to work, and I couldn't...

and Gordon, he just, he

made the best coffee.

You know, have coffee in the

morning, I cry like a baby.

I cry at everything, I do.

Won't stop crying.

Oh...

James, would you mind awfully

telling me the story again?

Oh, uh, sure.

Cheers.

It was a dark and

stormy night...

Thank you, James.

That was unexpected.

I hope you'll visit again.

I'm happy to.

Bye.

Pure, unfiltered truth.

With the technology of

the Rememory machine,

a pure memory is recorded

onto a memory glass

objectively copied

from the brain

and able to be displayed

before the patient

and anyone else.

By re-experiencing the memory,

a catharsis is created

for the patient

that would be impossible to

achieve by simply recalling,

a sort of theater of memory,

in which the patient

becomes audience

to the truth of their lives.

[bloops, whirs]

In the recording of a memory,

the role of the psychologist

or therapist is crucial.

The patient must be guided

to the memory to be recorded

to activate that

part of the brain,

even if it cannot be

remembered consciously.

The machine has the potential

not only to access,

but also to alter the

brain's synaptic pathways,

so there is the

risk that memories

can be corrupted,

altered, and jumbled.

While it's

theoretically possible

to constructively reset or

delete selected memories,

at this time the

risks are unknown.

[bloops]

Happy birth--

Sam, honey, come on!

[exclaims]

-[laughter]

-[lighter clicks]

[Sam] Help me!

Aw, it's good to

be home, brother.

Aw, good to have

you back, brother.

Yeah!

-[Dash chuckles]

-[Sam] I'm driving.

No, no, no, no, this

is my sweet ride.

Yeah, and I'm driving

your sweet ride.

Okay. You're driving me...

[car doors slam]

[engine starts]

Other than the routine

security officers,

janitors, and maintenance crew,

only three people came

into Cortex after 11 p.m.

using limited-access

swipe cards.

However, none of them appear

with the device on

any of our cameras.

These two we've identified as

participants in Gordon's trial group,

and that... that's Neil.

Why would Gordon be meeting trial

group members here so late?

-Rather out of the ordinary.

-That I don't know.

But they arrived within

minutes of one another,

so it could be a

scheduled meeting.

Question all staff and crew

members working that night,

and then visit all

trial group members.

But be smart about it.

We can't let it get out that

we don't have the machine.

Uh, there's one other thing.

This guy. He never came in,

but he sat in the parking

lot for nearly 25 minutes.

-Who is he?

-We don't know yet.

Find out.

I need to find out what

happened to you, Gordon.

It's the least I can do.

Maybe I can't see your memories,

but I can see the memories of

those near you when you died.

You like staying at

Grandma and Grandpa's?

[child] It's okay.

They love having you.

You're lucky that you

have grandparents

and you're able to see them.

There's lots of kids wish

they still had grandparents.

But I want to stay with you.

Mom.

No.

Mama!

Okay, Gordon, let's

meet your group.

Stay with me, come on!

I want to help you get back

to the truth of that event.

Go! [sobs]

Can you tell me a memory that

fills you with self-hate?

When you keep this secret,

do you feel shame?

Mom? Mommy!

Good morning, birthday boy.

Please!

Does thinking of this

always make you so angry?

Do you miss your father?

[sobbing]

[gunfire]

[Gordon] I can show

you your past.

I understand.

It's gonna make his day to

see his Cousin Rafferty.

I hope so.

It's been forever

since I've seen him.

Charles, look who's

here to see you!

[Charles humming]

These plants, they

kept his brain alive.

I swear he remembers all the days

of the week they need watering,

but none of the

other nurses here.

Isn't that right, Charles?

Charles? Cousin Rafferty's

here to see you.

I'll leave you to it.

-Thank you.

-You're welcome.

Hugh, is that you?

No... my name is Rafferty.

Charles, do you

remember Gordon Dunn?

The doctor?

Do I know you?

You brought it.

Do you want to watch?

Yes, please.

Come on.

[gunfire, air raid sirens]

[playful shouting]

[dog whimpers]

Okay, Buster. All right.

My life. That's my life.

Cindy was... was my wife.

I was always true to her.

Charles, who are

the other people

in the group working

with Gordon?

I need to find them.

I remember one, a

woman, Allison.

She came here to see

me a few times.

Do you remember her last name?

She never told me.

Just one more question,

if you can remember.

When you were recording

your memories,

what did Gordon tell you about

going back to a specific moment?

It was all about focus...

Focus?

[mutters]

I thought I told you, you

have to let the water drain.

-Um, okay.

-I'll look at it myself.

Thank you, Charles.

Let it drain.

-[horse snuffles]

-Yeah, sweets.

Good afternoon, Mrs. Dunn.

Good afternoon.

So, we got the results of

the toxicology report.

-And?

-Well, there were a few spikes,

but nothing that indicate

anything unusual.

Well, what about the gunshots?

It's still an ongoing

investigation.

Now, we're still

running ballistics,

and Cortex is cooperating

with background checks

as well as security footage.

Eh, Lawton came 'round

this morning to reassure me.

I think he just wanted to

get into Gordon's office.

Was everything all right

between you and Gordon?

Mm. Goodbye, Detective.

I'll be in touch.

[knocking]

-Allison?

-She's not here.

Can I help you?

Yes, my name is Basil.

I work for Cortex.

She's part of an

experiment group for us,

and it's my job to check

in on the participants

from time to time and make

sure they're doing well.

-You work for Cortex?

-Yes, ma'am.

And what is your name?

Basil. Basil Pine.

Well, Basil, if that's the case,

you are truly sh*t at your job.

I'm sorry?

Allison is dead.

She killed herself

three weeks ago.

You didn't know.

-I'm sorry. -Sorry doesn't

bring back my sister.

She was too fragile to be part

of your idiotic experiment.

Anyone with half an eye

could've seen that.

I have her memories.

I know about the difficulties

in your past, Allison.

I know the medications

aren't working.

I can help.

Happy birthday, Alli-boo!

This may take a while.

It's a process.

It may get worse

before it gets better.

That birthday, we surprised her.

That was the last time

I saw her truly happy.

Do you think she

blamed the machine?

I think it suffocated

her in her own past.

What's the point

of this, anyway?

Why does the machine exist?

I'm not sure, exactly.

But Gordon Dunn believed

that we don't know

the true value of a moment

until it becomes a memory.

Maybe he was trying to get people

to see the value of a moment

before it changes or

gets lost forever.

Well, that's very nice

and flowery, but...

Did anyone from

Cortex contact you?

Gordon, or someone

from his group?

One phone call from

some guy named Robert.

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