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Please, sit down.

I was a student

of your husband's.

Oh... Please.

You were a student?

I was, yes.

Oh.

A student!

Mrs. Jensen, um...

I was wondering

if there was any way

I could gain access to

your husband's research.

I'm trying to

follow up on his work.

Oh. That's wonderful. That's

wonderful you would follow up.

Because that's what I told them.

I said follow up. Follow up!

But the university acts

like he never even existed.

They put his

research into boxes.

Boxed up his research? Is it

stored somewhere? Is it...

ls there any way that I

could maybe get to it?

Did Francis ever

tell you how we met?

No.

He was such a romantic.

You know, you and the other one.

You're both so handsome.

He was another student.

I think he's a doctor now though.

He comes every Wednesday

and brings my

favorite butterscotch candy.

His name is Albright.

Maybe I have some...

Mrs. Jensen?

Hey, Mrs. Jensen,

look at me.

Do you know where

I can find Albright?

No.

Please, think.

No. Of course not.

But his number's

right by the telephone.

Phyllis.

Boxed up all of his

papers in such a hurry.

All right, Phyllis.

I'll be right over.

Now, Phyllis, dear,

what was all this...

Close the door.

Did you hurt her?

Your wife?

No. She's fine.

Now close the door.

I need pills.

Enough to last.

You shouldn't

have come here.

You shouldn't

have lied to me.

I gave you

what you wanted.

I never wanted

others to suffer.

You failed to mention that...

I'm trying to ease suffering.

Just think of all the great

minds that this world has lost

simply because their

bodies were failing.

Edison, Einstein, Steve Jobs.

Yes, what he could

have accomplished

with another 50

years on this planet...

My wife.

My wife was an incredibly kind

and decent woman,

and she could

still be by my side.

But thanks to the Alzheimer's,

there's no mind left to salvage.

And that's it?

That's your bullshit paper-thin excuse?

That's why you justify murder?

How do you justify

taking the pills?

Hmm?

What do you think they do?

No?

Stop taking the medication, and

your mind fades into oblivion.

Madeline can have

her husband back.

But keep going, push on,

and each dose that you take

erases a little more of Mark.

His army training,

his instincts.

After a year or so,

they'll be gone forever.

You never asked

the right questions, Damian.

What do you want to do now

that you have all the answers?

Let's go to the lab.

Hey, pop!

Easy.

Shh. Not here.

Take him to the car.

I need a word

with Mrs. Jensen.

Easy, friend.

Come on.

What's he doing here?

Pop the trunk.

Mark? Is everything okay?

Ahhh!

Stop it!

I said stop it!

Let him go!

Ahhh!

Damn it, Eddie!

Anton.

First time I take it for a

spin, I get a scratch on it.

That takes weeks.

First one's the hardest.

After a few sheddings, you're

back on your feet in no time.

Your pills.

Give me your pills.

When are you

gonna tell her?

Shut up!

Why don't you

ask your husband...

Shut up!

...when your

daughter's birthday is?

Or when you

two love birds...

Ahhh!

What is he talking about?

Mark, what's going on?

Come on! Let's just go!

Up here. Pull over!

No. Not yet.

No.

I said pull over!

Get out.

Stay here, Pumpkin. Okay?

Daddy and Mommy need a minute.

Okay. So when's

Anna's birthday?

Can you answer that?

The hotel where

we got married?

Anything?

What I'm about to tell you is not

gonna sound very reasonable.

I was sick. I

was a very sick man. I was dying.

And I took part in a procedure

that saved my life.

I was told something else.

I was told that it wasn't.

It took Mark.

Oh, my God, no.

I can't do this again.

I didn't know.

Your husband's dead,

and I'm sorry.

How do you mean,

you don't know?

How do you not know

where a body comes from?

I didn't know!

How do you mean you don't know?

I didn't know.

How do you not know?

I had no idea.

Mom?

Are you okay?

I'm okay, honey, all right?

Daddy just forgot my birthday.

Will you go back

inside, honey,

and just wait in

the car for me?

No! Can Daddy come with me?

All right, look,

Daddy's not feeling well.

If you need anything,

you ask Mommy, okay?

All right, you know what, why

don't you go play on the horsey?

So, I mean,

what do I call you?

Who are you?

My name is Damian.

And I'm so sorry.

I want to help you.

Help me? Really?

You want to help me?

Yeah.

Huh? Why don't you start off

by bringing back my husband?

Okay, 'cause

the only help that I need

is to tell a six-year-old

and explain to her

that the man who looks and

sounds like her father, isn't.

How am I supposed to

go through it all over again?

I don't know.

I don't know.

I do know that if you push

me away, you won't survive.

They'll kill you both.

You manipulative a**hole.

I know.

I've heard that before.

Look, if there's one thing I understand

in life, it's the bottom line.

And these people,

I know how they think.

They've built something,

and they won't let it go.

They'll spend

whatever they need to,

eliminate whoever

they have to.

They'll just

keep coming.

Now I'm not asking you to

understand all of this.

But I am asking you to grab your

daughter and get in the car.

I can take

you some place.

Safe. Where you

can start over.

My friend has a plane, and he

can get us out of the country.

There's an account in Geneva.

It's untraceable.

With more than enough money.

And Anna?

She can't know the truth.

When it's over,

I'm gonna disappear.

You can tell her

whatever you want to.

Hello?

Mr. O'Neill?

Yes?

I have a message from Damian Hale.

I think you'll wanna hear it.

I saw him die

with my own eyes.

You saw what

they wanted you to.

And this woman? Are you gonna tell

me she's my great-grandmother?

She's just a friend, Martin.

Somebody I need to help now.

What you're claiming

is simply impossible.

Do you remember in New York, when

I asked you about "shedding"?

What?

I have never met you.

Me. Damian.

I don't know what kind

of con you're running,

but I'm not biting.

That's it. I'm

calling the police.

Anna?

We need

to go, Pumpkin.

Judy, please put

the telephone down.

I'm starting to understand

why your maids keep quitting.

Where?

Where did you get this?

What is it?

The original deed to

144 Plympton Street.

The first building we

ever bought together.

Do you remember the night

we signed the papers?

We went to Charlie's Kitchen.

There's a brunette sitting in the corner.

I wanna talk to her.

She's been staring

at me all night.

But you stopped me.

"You already closed

one deal tonight."

"Don't get greedy."

Turns out, she's the dean's

17-year-old daughter.

How'd you know

to put this aside?

It's me, Martin.

I never do anything

without insurance.

Damian.

It's done. But it could

take some time

to gas up the plane,

file a flight plan.

Thank you, Martin.

It's March 22nd.

Mom's birthday.

Try to remember next time.

Yeah.

All this will be over soon.

This running around.

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