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So, without further ado,
ladies and gentlemen,

I present to you the governor
of this great state of ours,

dare I say the future President
of these United States,

please welcome Governor John Francis!

Thank you. Thank you.

Thank you all for coming out
on this very special night.

Ladies and gentlemen,
fellow Washingtonians,

we live in dangerous times,
times riddled with adversity.

But it is only through challenges

that great opportunities
present themselves

to change our very future.

Christ, I could use a stiff drink
and some SportsCenter.

These speeches are starting
to get a little...

- Rote, sir?
- Well, I was going to go with soul-sucking,

but, yes, now that I'm running
for President,

I guess rote does sound better.

Come on, guys, is this really necessary?

Down!

Do I know you?

If you pull that trigger, I guarantee you

my guys will not stop,
not until you're found,

captured, and killed.

Police, move! Move, move, move!

Police! Hands in the air!

Hands where I can see them.

Hands in the air!

I need you to slow down. Where you at?

Watch out, he's got a bomb!

He's got a bomb! Down!

- Everyone down!
- Move, move!

Jesus, baby.

- Are you okay?
- Uh-huh.

I warned you, you can't mix
the grain with the grape.

- Were we drinking last night?
- Yeah, with the Andersons.

We had wine with dinner,
then you drank whiskey with Phil.

- I have this worst headache, too.
- Oh, here.

Here you go, tough guy.

Thanks.

Dr. Connelly, it's a pleasure to have you
here to talk about the brain,

the body and the connections
that you have made between the two.

Now, I have read about identical twins
being separated at birth that grew up...

- I hope Jesse got the register fixed.
- Yet they have the same hobbies,

they wear the same clothes,
they have the same hairstyle,

even down to the same type of dog, but you
are suggesting something so much more.

Well, something deeper in their DNA.

My research has shown
in some cases these types of twins

can share some of the same
emotions and memories

due to synaptic, possibly
even telepathic, convergence.

That's interesting.
What made you go down that path?

- That aspirin actually helped.
- Good. You look better.

There you go.

Have you been before?
Like, would you wanna go, or...

- Ah, I'll check on my schedule.
- Okay.

Here, pancakes there.
Om, scrambled, there.

- Thank you.
- Sarah, I was thinking...

- No.
- Maybe when you...

- No, Jesse. Just no.
- See what she does to me.

- Jesse?
- It's 'cause you ask every time.

The bitch thought I wasn't good enough.
Do I look not good enough to you?

Jesse, honey, table six.

Alright, I get it. Wait. Uh... okay, fine.

- Good morning, Gabriel.
- Morning, Sheriff.

- Brinn, how's it going, darling?
- Not bad.

Oh, Gabe, Jesse said that
he can take me home tonight.

I got my cooking class.

You know, before we kilt 'em all,

the Indians believed that when you died,

you were reborn

over and over and over.

Called it reincarnation.

I think you mean Buddhists.

Well, either way,
it kind of makes you wonder

why that was ever a need for law and order.

I mean, if you're just gonna wake up again,

then why not kill your friend
and fuck his wife?

Well, you best be careful.

Buddhists also believe in bad karma.

You could come back as that fly.

Well, I was fighting in Iraq.
We were fighting for the right reasons.

To protect you... and your flies.

- Hey.
- Hi.

Those for me?

Um, no, I was going to have
a date, but... they cancelled.

I got a knife in my hand, do not tease me.

I will keep that in mind.

13!

Lucky number.

It's only the sixth.
My birthday's not for another week.

Well, consider it an early gift,

in case I forget like last year.

If you like the stew tonight,
we can put it on the new menu.

Gabriel, honey, you're having a seizure!

Talk to me!
Baby, baby, talk to me, please!

Oh, my God.

Beer's nice and cold.

- Jack?
- Yes, dear?

Why'd you have to become a politician?

You know why, dear.

Make a difference.

Then let's stop going
to those insufferable events

and go to Africa
and make a real difference.

I thought we were still
talking about beer.

I don't know, Republic of Congo
is poverty stricken, isn't it?

Maybe we should go to the Congo.

- Mm...
- Beer?

Mm. Tasty.

You know, I can't tell
if you are smart, or naughty.

You'll have to find out, won't you?

- Bring me some peanuts.
- All right.

Who sent you?

Get back!

- Oh, my God, Jack!
- Julia, back inside.

Who the fuck sent you? Ah!

SOL? Who was it?

SFB?

Argh!

Ah!

Let us go!

Stop it!

Stop or I'll shoot!

You're scaring me. You can't do this
when you wake up from dreams.

You gotta just try and forget about it.

It's so... it's so vivid,
every fucking scene.

Every heartbeat. I have no control.

Something's fucking wrong with me!

I don't know what to do.

You're going to be okay.

Gabriel.

Dr. Reese.

- My pleasure to finally meet you.
- It's good to meet you.

Why don't you come inside?

Please, have a seat.

Well, it's... Everything's white.

Very... comforting.

Precisely.

I've looked at your medical records.

Brain scan, MRIs seem normal.

This seems psychologically based.

I'm really just here for her.

- Ah, Brinn.
- Yeah.

So tell me about these dreams
you've been having.

Sometimes they just feel real, that's all.

Your wife said she found you
sleepwalking once.

This is more like I wake up

and I'm not really sure
if I was dreaming or not.

Gabriel, the unconscious
dream can become...

...borderline conscious.

Like, you're awake
but you're still dreaming.

You want to wake up and get
out of there, but you can't.

To a certain extent, we all have these...

so-called waking dreams.

In my waking dreams...

...I'm chasing people.

I'm killing them.

The mind stores everything.

Television news, movies, billboards.

And these thoughts, these visual cues,

can return to us quite vividly
in waking dreams.

How is your relationship with your wife?

- What are you suggesting?
- I don't make suggestions, I ask questions.

I don't know, we fight,
I guess, sometimes.

She's shoved me a few times, but...
Am I going crazy?

No. You're a hard-working man, Gabriel.

And you're stressed.

When I wake up from these dreams,
I get terrible headaches.

If you can tolerate it,
aspirin would be best.

I'm also going to put you
on a mild sedative.

One tablet in the morning,
one tablet in the evening.

And that's it? Just take a pill?

Gabriel...

...sometimes our problems are
not as complex as we'd hoped.

This should help with the sleep
and the anxiety.

Now tell me that song doesn't make you

want to dial up
your old high-school sweetheart.

Come on down to Estell's Department Store,
where you're always treated like family.

Estell's, home away from home.

The murder-suicide came as a shock
to friends and family, stating,

- Jack Kenneth and his wife...
- That's not your job.

Look, you... you don't understand.
I don't care.

I don't care if they're left, or right,
or center. It's all the same game.

Right.

I understand that you don't understand.

No, no, look, no, that's not your job.

I'm catching a train.

I'll call you later.

- Hey, Officer, how you doing?
- Good.

See that guy at the vending
machine over there?

Little weird.
Just hope you keep an eye on him.

- Can I help you?
- Yes, I'm late for a meeting.

Is it the yellow or the red line to midtown?

- Yellow.
- Yellow?

Right over there.

Freeze!

Please!

I have a...

- Gabriel, what are you doing?
- Do not fucking touch me.

- What the fuck are you doing?
- Back the fuck off.

What happened to me last night?

What do you mean?

I want to know what happened
to me last night.

I don't know. We went to work.
We served customers.

Jesse liked the lamb stew,
we decided to put it on the menu.

- What, is that what you wanted to know?
- Okay, what happened after?

- After?
- Yeah.

You stayed with Jesse. I went home.

You guys talked about girls.

You came home, you went to bed,
I woke you up.

No, no, no, no! That is not what happened!

Do not fucking lie to me.

That is what happened, Gabriel.
It is what happened!

- Do not fucking lie to me.
- I'm not fucking lying to you!

- Bullshit. Bullshit, you aren't lying to me.
- Why would I lie to you? Why?

- Why would I lie to you?
- I don't know!

Because you think I'm fucking crazy!

No, I think that you're sick.

And that you need help.

- There's something wrong with you.
- Jack Kenneth.

- What?
- Jack Kenneth.

In my dreams, the man I killed...
I looked him up.

He's a fucking Washington, D.C. guy.
Look him up.

Look him the fuck up.

We all know that he was murdered, Gabriel.

You're putting yourself in the news.
It's in your head.

You need to talk to Dr. Reese again, okay?

You need to go see him.

'Cause I can't take this anymore.

I need to... I need to wash my hands.

Afternoon.

Something I can do you for?

Yes, um, is Sheriff Hodge in?

He's on a call.

I help you with anything?

No, I'll... I'll wait.

Well, he's kind of busy.

This is kind of important, so...

Sir, we said he's busy.

Right, and I said I'll wait.

What the hell's going on out there?

Can I talk to you for one second, please?

- Get on in here.
- Thank you.

- Enjoy your doughnut.
- Huh.

Okay, what's so urgent?

This is going to sound crazy.
Okay, just please bear with me.

Here we go, copies.

These two men, they were killed.

And they were killed while...

they were doing something important.

Gabriel, we know they were killed.

You doing okay?

How's Brinn?

She's... She's fine, but listen.

These men, right, that were killed,

someone benefited from their death.

Uh, that'll be all, Deputy,
and shut the door on your way out.

Listen, both your parents
passing away last year,

you taking over the diner,

it's a full plate.

You're doing a hell of a job.

We're trying.

You and I, let's hunt some deer
this fall, like old times.

Okay?

Truvio.

He's having dangerous thoughts.

Keep an eye on him.

Hey, delivery come?

Yeah, it's in the back.

I also forgot to tell you that the
dishwasher's on the fritz again, man.

Seriously?

Working fine yesterday.

Oh, I don't know.
I think it's the hydro line, though.

If not, we'll have to replace
the whole damn thing,

and I just cannot afford that right now.

I'll run to the hardware store
after the morning rush.

Till then, we'll just have
to wash them by hand.

By we, you mean me, right?

Underpaid and overworked,
heard it all before.

Yeah.

What the... Hey, whoa, whoa, whoa, man.

- What you doing, man?
- Who do you work for?

- What are you talking about?
- Tell me, goddammit, tell me right now.

- I don't know.
- Bullshit.

- Who told you to play that song?
- Nobody!

Do not lie to me, Jesse.
Who do you work for?

You? Please, please don't hurt me, please.

I'm sorry.

You alright?

I'm sorry, had a rough couple of days.

What was I supposed to do, man?

You're scaring us, dude.
You're acting insane, bro.

Goddammit, open the door!
Right now, open it!

Open the goddamn door,
or I'm calling the police!

- What the fuck is the matter with you?
- What is the matter with you?

Am I so unbearable to live with?

You can't sleep one night
without having a goddamn nightmare!

- Really?
- What is wrong with you?

- No, what is wrong with you?
- There's nothing wrong with me!

It's you!

I found the fucking video camera!

What are you, a sick freak?

What are you trying to do?
Film us or something? You...

No. No, you need to stop!
Fucking kidding me? Really?

What's it like?

Sometimes...

...I can feel my heartbeat.

I just can't bring myself
to admit that it's just a dream.

And I want to believe you, I do.
But... if what you're saying is true,

then none of this is real.

The diner, the town, our house.

Me.

Feel that?

That's real.

What we have is good
and worth fighting for.

The dreams, they're getting worse?

They're not dreams.

So... they're reality.

- Who do you work for?
- If you allow me to do my job, maybe you'll...

I want to know who you are.

I want to know the Reese
behind the smile, the handshake.

The sterile white bullshit.

We're focusing on you.

Are you hearing voices now?

Right, go ahead,
try to make me doubt myself now.

Is that what you think I'm doing?

Are you still having violent thoughts?

I'm starting to really enjoy killing.

The more I do it, the more fun it gets.

- Do you want my help or not?
- Where did you study psychiatry?

With the loss of your parents,
your long working hours,

your lack of sleep,
the lack of trust in your relationship,

the lack of children in your marriage,

all of this loss
and frustration in your life...

...you may be unleashing
all this depression and frustration

by lashing out in these violent dreams.

I must say, I'm becoming very concerned
about your lack of progress,

and for the safety of your wife.

Brinn told me you threw out your medication,
replaced it with ibuprofen.

Migraines got worse
and my dreams got more vivid.

Gabriel, you didn't take the pills.

You threw them out.

I'll be right back.

So, Gabriel...

This is a much higher dose
of sedative than the last time.

It should keep you from making
any dangerous decisions.

Thank you.

Track him.

Hey!

Turn around.

I'm having another violent dream, Doctor.

Brinn's been worried sick about you.

She's been looking
for you everywhere, Gabriel.

Have you hurt yourself?

Do you want me to take you
to an emergency room?

Cut... cut the "first do
no harm" bullshit, okay?

Alright?

Who are the Sons of Liberty? Hmm?

I'm just moving offices, Gabriel.

I only came here to collect
your confidential medical records.

No, it's not Gabriel.

I'm not Gabriel, and you aren't Dr. Reese.

Okay.

Who am I?

Hmm, Dr. Anton maybe.

Hmm? Does that sound right?

And this... this lady...

She was your wife.

I don't know what you're talking about.

- Look, my arms are tired. Can I...
- Fine.

Your denying this will not save your life.

It was a car accident.

And I loved my wife.

Gives you no right to do
what you did. None.

You didn't give me meds for anxiety,

you gave me meds
because I was remembering shit.

I didn't want to hurt you, Gabriel!
You've got to believe me.

You and Brinn are wonderful people.

I want the best for you.

I never wanted to do you any harm.

You and countless others on a grand scale.

Now you're sounding crazy.

You were just a killing machine,

but this project is independently funded.

- The government.
- No, not exactly.

But we're making great strides
in perfecting it.

You won't stop them,

and you will never stop me
from trying to bring back my wife.

Go around back! You, come with me.

Brinn?

Get up.

- What are you doing?
- Get the fuck up.

What are you doing? I'm scared right now!

What are you doing? What are you doing?

- What am I doing? Are you in on it?
- Stop, you're scaring me right now.

- Are you in on it?
- In on what?

- Are you in on it?
- In on what? Gabriel, stop! Stop!

- I don't know what you're talking about.
- Bullshit! Don't lie to me.

I'm not really in the mood
for lies right now. Sit down.

Tell me the fucking truth.

- I don't know.
- Bullshit! Goddammit, Brinn!

Hodge has been chasing me all fucking day.

All fucking day!

Put the gun down,
you're acting fucking insane.

I'm acting insane?

I just spoke with Dr. Reese,

the doctor that you fucking sent me to!

- How much did you fucking betray me?
- I didn't! I don't know.

Bullshit! Goddammit!

Goddammit.

- You're acting fucking crazy right now.
- Shut up.

Gabriel, please, please don't hurt me,
please. Gabriel, I'm your wife.

- Tell me, I know you're my wife.
- Baby, it's me!

- Please tell me.
- It's me, it's Brinn! I didn't do anything!

Tell me everything that you fucking know
about Sons of Liberty.

- Tell me, I swear...
- You're hurting me!

- I need to fucking know something!
- You're hurting me!

I don't care! I don't care.

You fucking ruined my life!

You fucking broke my heart.
What the fuck are you doing to me?

Okay! Okay.

I'm not your wife.

- What?
- I was...

recruited a year ago, but I didn't know

that I would meet you and I didn't know
I would fall in love with you, and...

and I did it because they hired me!

Because I had legal problems,
I had money problems.

But it wasn't supposed to be like this.

I promise you, it wasn't.

And they're bad people and I realized it.

How could you do that to someone?
How could you do that me? Why?

I'm sorry.

I'm so sorry.

Don't fucking touch me.

I promise you I just thought
that it was for the money,

but I didn't know that I would meet you.

I loved you. You were my fucking wife.

Do you even know who I am?

Shit. That window.

Window, window, window.

Hey!

Brinn is innocent.

It's your call, Gabriel.

Jesus, what the fuck took you so long?

We took a nice scenic river drive.

He's good, but he ain't better than us.

I've been waiting all day to do that.

What happened to you, soldier?

Let Reese know he's awake.

- What happened?
- It's best... if you just relax.

You've been here before.
Nothing to worry about.

Stop struggling, I'm trying to help you.

No, you motherfuck!
Fuck you. I'm gonna fucking kill you.

Fuckers.

Fucker.

If it's any comfort,

know that when you wake up,
you won't remember any of this.

Gabriel, stay with us.

You motherfucker.

I want you to put your hands
behind your head,

interlock your fingers and turn around.

Slower.

Is anyone else here?

I'm unarmed.

Where are we?

This is where you were born, Gabriel.

You won't get out.

Right now, I just need
a reason not to kill you.

- Because you can't live
without knowing the answer

to the question that's burning inside you.

Let's take a walk.

That's an awful lot of oxygen and air
to run an underground facility, huh?

Hold up there.

Really only going to ask one thing:

Who are the Sons of Liberty?

Aah!

"An organization of American colonists,

"a secret society to fight British taxation

known for undertaking
the Boston Tea Party in 1773."

I have a feeling that they still exist.

Oh, my God,
I'm killing people who are fighting

for real liberty so they can keep control?

Jesus, fuck.

Very good, Gabriel.

Get up.

Everybody get out.

Before you go too far,
I need to show you something.

I know they're coming for me.
We need to keep moving.

You still don't know who you are.

Initially, I grew skin for burn victims.

Then I started doing the research
nobody would dare do.

Limb reanimation.

Brain-tissue regeneration.

Trying to figure out
how the human body works.

And then learning how to duplicate it.

So you could bring back your wife?

She was everything to me.

Then the fine people
at the American Medical Association

had me arrested for unsanctioned research.

Sons of Liberty had the charges dropped,
faked my death,

and wrote me a blank cheque
to continue my research.

Gabriel.

Meet Daniel.

Yes, it's you.

Daniel Lucas Forney,

Navy SEAL,

noted for his exceptional
sharpshooting skills,

black ops in Iraq, Kuwait, Columbia.

First do no harm, that was my goal.

We cleared every room.

There were dozens of them.

But they were all just mothers,

trying to...
trying to protect their fucking kids.

Cut the camera.

Get a grip, boy. Come on, sit up.

You're my bitch now.

No, I'm not your bitch now.
Okay, I volunteered for this shit.

Welcome to the program, Gabriel.

Sedate him.

I'll fucking kill him!

Oh, my God!

Daniel Forney was the best assassin

the American military ever had.

You erased my fucking memory?

Programmed me like a fucking machine?

Triggered to be active,
kill on command now.

Wow, that's fucking great,
fucking great! Jesus.

Who the hell is Hodge?

Your commanding officer,
before he was recruited by SOL.

Brinn?

Her job was to be an emotional anchor
for the incarnations of Gabriel.

There are others?

We call them shadows.

But, yes, they are clones.

13 shadows,

13 elimination targets.

But not yet perfected,

which is why you had to create
a false life in between missions.

Keep the shadows from going mad, right?

We had to reanimate immediately
on the death of the previous.

I had no idea that the memory threads
would jump from clone to clone like twins.

Really, I didn't.

But you see...

this is a pilot program.

My ultimate goal
is to eliminate human soldiers.

I'm sorry, Gabriel.

You go round back.

I see he at least showed you
your old self on the monitor.

But Gabriel, you're not Daniel.

There's more of you.

Your dream of freedom, it's over.

World's got too many people now,

too few resources.

You're a damn good shot.

How many rounds you got left?

12?

Maybe 15?

Enough.

The elevators are locked.

There's 300 feet of earth
between you and the sun.

What the fuck do you care about
the rest of anything, anyhow?

I'm done being your puppet.

Last person I'm going to kill is you, sir.

What are you doing here?

Please cease operations
and leave the building

utilizing the nearest exit...

I can handle it, sir.

Take Gabriel alive.

Once an animal escapes,
it'll never go domestic again.

I spent years of research on that boy!
I'm not allowing you...

Are you the hunter or the scientist here?

Now get back to the surface!

Please cease operations

and leave the building
utilizing the nearest exit,

- or fire exit.
- Open this gate, you cunt!

Come on, Gabe, we've got to move.
Gabe, come on, we have to move, come on.

No, I can't make it.

Please, the gate is not gonna hold them,
it's not gonna hold them.

Look at me. I need you to do
something for me. Can you?

I need you to break him out, okay?

When one dies, the other one is activated.

- Stay with me.
- Look at me.

I fucking love you.

I wish it was different.

Stay with me, stay with me.

Oh, God. Oh, God!

Dr. Reese.

- Everything's gone to hell.
- I suspected.

And Hodge?

No one's getting out of there.

You did what you could.

Come on, Gabe. Gabe!

Gabe, Gabe!

Come on, come on.

Six, seven, eight,

nine, 10...

Come on! Two, three, four, five, six.

Come on, come on, Gabriel!

Come on!

Come on!

Oh, my God.

You think I don't know every twitch
you're going to throw?

Remember 15-year-old Malika?

Killed in Iraq?

I picked up that pipe.

She screamed, "What do you want?

Want me to tell you you can rape me?"

And I said, "We take what we want.

And what we don't want, we kill."

Now I'm getting tired...
of this cat-and-mouse bullshit.

Relax, I'm not going to kill the Brinn.

He is.

On your feet, soldier.

Gabriel.

He couldn't deal.

PTSD.

- Gabriel.
- Nightmares.

That's my only regret.

Gabriel, remember who you are.

- That I didn't kill him sooner.
- Gabriel.

- Gabe, Gabe!
- Pick up that gun.

No, Gabriel. It's me, Brinn.

- Go ahead, pick it up.
- Gabriel, don't do it.

Gabe, please, remember who you are!
Please, Gabriel. It's me, Brinn.

- Please remember who you are.
- Aim...

You're not a killer. You're not a killer!

Gabriel.

- Go ahead... aim.
- Oh, no...

- Gabriel, please, please! No! Please!
- Now fire. Go ahead, fire.

- Gabriel, no, please, please!
- Shoot her! Fire!

Gabriel!

Gabriel.

Gabriel. Oh, my God. Oh!

...leave the building utilizing
the nearest exit or the fire exit.

Do not use elevators. Repeat...

Shit. Oh, shit, there's smoke.

- Shit, there's gas everywhere.
- We gotta go.

Clothes.

Shit... it's not working.

Alright, so listen.
Babe, listen to me. Hold on, listen.

You need to hang on really tight, okay?
And then when you get to the top...

- No, no, you're coming with me.
- I can't.

No, you have to, please.
Please, I came back for you, Gabriel.

- No, no, no, babe, I'm not afraid.
- I'm not leaving you down here!

You have to.
I'm a killer and this is where...

No, you're not a killer!

No, you're number 13,
you're my lucky number.

You're not a killer, you can go with me,
we'll start a new life together, please.

I can't.

This is the closest I've ever been.

- Sorry, I'm sorry.
- No.

Look, look, look, you have
to tell everyone what they did.

You have to make it. I'm so fucking
happy you came back for me,

but you need to go,
you need to go right now, okay? Okay?

Okay, no, please.

Darling, are you feeling sick again?