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Let's go, you guys.

It's time to get up.

Is my nose playing tricks on me,
or is somebody making bacon?

Someone's trying.

I had the most amazing night's
sleep last night.

No bad dreams,
no ghosts, no gore.

Just sweet lights out,

dead-to-the-world
unconsciousness.

I guess one night
a year's not so bad.

Hey, you feeling okay?

You sound a little bit
stuffed up.

Feel much better now,
thank you very much.

Al, what's wrong?

Who are you?

What?

Who are you?!

Where's my husband?!

Your husband is standing
right in front of you

trying to figure out what the
hell has gotten into is wife.

Girls, come out here right now!

What's wrong, Mommy?

Mom, are you okay?

Mom, are you okay?

Hey, Al. Hey, can you hear me?

Al?

Al?

What happened?

We were in the kitchen
and we heard a crash.

JOE:
You slipped on the tile

and you knocked yourself
out for a second.

Are you okay?

Yeah.

I'm just really glad
to see you guys.

No, she isn't bleeding,
but she's got a lump

the size of an egg
on the back of her head.

Yeah, I understand that.

But what is the point of taking
her to a primary care physician

when I know he's just going
to tell her to get an MRI?

Can't we just cut to the chase

and spare her a trip?

Okay, what will our plan
pay for?

Did you see any stars?

No, sweetie.

What about planets or birds?

Like birds flying in a circle?

That's only in cartoons.

So, that doesn't mean

that it doesn't really happen
in real life.

Actually, it does.

Girls, please,
I've got a bit of a headache.

Man, please don't transfer me
to Member Services.

They're the ones who transferred
me to you.

I'm sorry. Can you hold on
just one second?

I got another call coming
through.

Hello. Chan, this really
isn't a good time.

Do you remember your name?

Of course, she remembers her
name. Why wouldn't she?

Well, sometimes when people get
hit in the head,

they forget stuff.

Thanks.

Where'd you learn that,
cartoons?

My name's Allison Dubois.

What's my name?

You are Bridgette.

And where do we live?

We live in Phoenix, Arizona, and
Bridg, I really don't want...

And where were you born?

What?

Where... were...

you... born?

You do remember it,
don't you, Mom?

Of course, I remember.

Mommy can't remember where
she was born!

Okay, you hear that?

My wife can't remember
where she was born.

She needs an MRI.

That's the other line again.
Just, just let me get rid of it.

Hello. Chan, I told you
check the top drawer.

Then check all the drawers.

Chan, I'm in the middle
of something right now.

My wife fell
and she hit her head

and now these clowns at our HMO
are telling us that we can't get

an MRI till...

Yeah, no. I know.
I know your wife's a doctor.

Really? She would do that?

Are you sure?

That would be fantastic.

What's the address?

I don't understand.

This isn't a hospital.

No, it's a private
imaging center.

They'll scan anyone or anything
as long as you pay for it.

Wait a second.
Are we willing to pay for it?

Chan from my design
group, his wife works here.

She's a doctor.
She owns a piece of the place.

She's doing us a favor.

That's nice, but I'm not sure
how I feel about that.

It's okay.
People have MRIs all the time.

There's nothing to it.

Have you ever had one?

I've read about it.

They're completely harmless.

Fine. You go first.

Hey, listen, Chan's wife
has been really nice

fitting us in like this.

I know.

I'm going to check in
with the office.

I'll be right back.

Your husband's right.

There's nothing
to be nervous about.

How do you know?

I'm a regular.

I'm in here all the time.

I have a season pass.

They can never get enough
pictures of my friend up there.

Oh, I'm sorry.

I'm not going to lie to you.

Holding perfectly still
inside a steel tube

can be a little claustrophobic.

I'll tell you what I do.

The machine makes this kind of
loud clanging sound.

I just kind of close my eyes
and pretend I'm on a train.

Clang, clang, clang.

I'm just on a train
going somewhere exotic.

I don't know. It works for me.

Thank you. I appreciate the tip.

David Saunders?

Guilty as charged.

Nice meeting you.

You, too.

Feel free to watch
if you think it will help.

Excuse me?

From the observation room.
I don't mind.

Oh.

Yeah, well, maybe.

You'll see.
There's nothing to it.

It's okay, right?

It's fine with me
if it's okay with Dr. Sooran.

Maybe we could ask her.

Our husbands work together.

Just give me a minute

to change into the highly
flattering gown.

( Allison chuckles )

Did I miss something?

That guy said that I could go
and watch him get his MRI.

Cool. An all-access pass
to a stranger's brain scan.

Excellent.

See that?

You don't even have
to scooch in.

It's automatic scooching.

( MRI machine thumping )

That sound,
that sounds like a parade.

Hmm, I don't think so.

I think it sounds
like a train.

( train chugging )

Hey, lover boy, you lonely?

Yes, I am, Jade.

Can I offer you a ride?

Sure.

So, where we going, baby?

My house for the weekend.

Oh, I don't know.
The whole weekend?

What about my other boyfriends,
baby?

I'm sorry, that was mean.

I don't have other boyfriends.

So where's your house, baby?

( woman moaning )

( train chugging )

What's that?

The train.

We're a block away.

( man grunts )

Wow, baby, that was amazing,
baby, mmm.

( man grunts )

Hey, honey...

would you like me
to touch you now?

Want me to scratch your back?

I give a great massage.

Maybe I could wash you.

If you untie me...

We can take a bath.

Please, baby?

It's starting to hurt.

Shh...

Do you like the desert?

Huh?

What are you doing?
( gasps )

( yells )

( gasps )

( yelling )

JOE:
Have you seen enough?

( soft gasp )

-( MRI machine thumping
rhythmically ) -Huh, honey?

-You seen enough?
-Yeah.

Yeah, I've seen plenty.

ALLISON:
David Saunders, white, mid-30s,

five ten-ish.

I think I counted five girls,

but he only referred
to one of them by name.

Um, Jade.

Although I'm guessing that's
not a real name anyway.

( MRI machine
thumping rhythmically )

She has light hair, light eyes.

That's me.
Needles-in-a-Haystack-R-Us.

I got to go.

My husband's giving me
the evil eye,

and my doctor'll
be in any second.

Detective Scanlon says hi.

Joe says hi, too.
( laughs )

All right, I'll
talk to you later.

You know, two hours ago,

you couldn't remember
where you were born,

and now you're phoning
the police,

asking them
to start investigating

a man you spent
all of three minutes with.

Am I the only one who sees
a contradiction here?

Mr. and Mrs. Dubois, so sorry
to have kept you waiting.

No, we're just happy
that you could fit us in.

Uh, besides, we were enjoying
the music.

Yes, the walls in this place
are pretty thin.

Must make it hard
to concentrate.

It's sort of like
living near an airport--

after a while
you stop noticing the planes.

Well, I'm happy to report,

the MRI shows no structural
damage whatsoever.

I know you mentioned
experiencing some

dizziness and forgetfulness.

Both symptoms should be
entirely transitory.

So I can go back
to using the bathroom

without fear of a relapse?

( laughs ):
Absolutely.

I'd take it easy
for the rest of the day,

but yes, by tomorrow, you can do
pretty much anything you like.

You hear that?
I'm okay; you're stuck with me.

I was afraid
she'd broken her funny bone.

Before you go,

there's one small thing
I wanted to ask you about.

Of course.

I notice on your
patient history form

that you didn't check
the box for epilepsy.

Well, I'm not
epileptic.

Then you've never had
any problems with seizures?

No, never.
Why would you ask?

You see this gray spot here,
looks a little like a peanut?

It's called venous angioma.

Sounds scarier
than it really is.

It's actually just
a small tangle of extra veins

in one part of the brain.

How long do you
suppose that was there?

Probably since birth.

Typically they're found
in the brains of epileptics,

but considering
you've lived your whole life

and never had a single seizure,

I think it's safe to assume
it's benign.

You think or you know?

I know.

Trust me, Mr. Dubois,
if the angioma

had been affecting your wife
in any negative way

she would've known about it
a long time ago.

I would've been
having seizures.

That's one
possibility, yes.

But angiomas in this part of the
brain have also been associated

with visual and auditory
ephemera.

I'm sorry, ephemera?

A fancy word for hallucinations.

Hearing voices,
seeing people and things

that aren't really there.

But...

since you didn't check the box
for that, either,

I'd say you have nothing
to worry about.

-Hearing voices...
-( sighs )

uh, seeing people and things
that aren't really there.

Uh, stop me if any of this
starts to sound familiar.

-Not funny.
-It's not meant to be.

But think about it, Allison.

What if this angioma
is the reason

that you see the
things that you see,

the reason that you hear
the things that you hear?

They're not hallucinations.

No, I know that.

So what are you getting at?

I'm getting at a theory,
I'm getting at the possibility

that this little peanut that
we found in your brain today

might be what makes you
so different

from all the other girls.

You're angry.

You're psychic-- you must have
a little peanut in your head.

( sighs ):
Actually, I'm not.

I'm just trying to figure out

why you're suddenly so obsessed
with reducing what I do

to something physiological.

I'm a scientist,
and taking complicated things

and reducing them to their
simplest elements is what I do.

And you, my dear, are a very

complicated thing.

( elevator bell dings )

( elevator bell dings )

-( gasps )
-Something the matter?

I-I don't know.
I can't seem to find my car.

You don't remember what level
you parked it on?

No, I-I thought...

Well, I'm sure
it's around here somewhere.

What kind of car do you drive?

What kind of car?

The make, the color--
that sort of stuff.

( gasps )

Joe?

Joe?

Joe?

( groans )

-Huh?
-( relieved sigh )

Nothing. I just wanted
to make sure you were you.

( groans ): Can't you do that
when I'm asleep?

( groans )

BRIDGETTE:
Mommy, where were you born?

I was born in Chelsea, Oklahoma,
sweets.

And what's your middle name?

ALLISON: Louise. My name is
Allison Louise Dubois,

and I drive a metallic beige
station wagon.

( footsteps approaching )

Good morning, girls.

-Morning, Daddy.
-Hi, Daddy!

-( playful growl )
-Good morning.

What's your name again?

I know what you're up to.

You're not really kissing me,
you're kissing my inner peanut.

Please! There are
children in the room!

( laughs ):
What? Was it something I said?

You got a love note
from that Scanlon fellow.

Good news, girls-- Mommy's
completely back to normal.

Hi.

I don't understand,
this is her.

This is the girl I saw getting
into David Saunders' car.

Can't you at least question him
about her?

Based on what?

Based on, I saw her
tied to his bed.

Based on,
I think he suffocated her,

along with
all the other girls I saw.

I don't know
what to tell you, Allison.

I ran a check on this guy,
and he is a Boy Scout.

No priors, no arrests,
no stints in rehab.

Just a couple
of unpaid speeding tickets

from six or seven years ago.

The guy's married, owns
a copy shop, pays his taxes.

Picks up prostitutes
and smothers them.

Maybe. Look, all I have to go on

is a missing persons report
filed by a fellow prostitute.

Right? For all we know,
this, uh...

Jade girl could've
up and moved to L.A.

and just didn't bother
to tell anyone.

For six years?

Come on, this report
was filed in 1999.

Did the cops even look into it?

I'm sure the department
did the best they could

with what they were given--
the woman who filed the report

didn't even know
her friend's real name.

She said Jade was just
her street name.

Didn't know any of her friends,

didn't know anything
about her family.

That's not a lot to go on.

Did you say this guy
owns a copy shop?

'Kay, thank you very much.

Have a good day.

Can I...

Hey, you survived.

My goodness, from the MRI! Hi!

So, you work here?

Kind of. This is my store.

I own this place.

You're kidding. I've never been

in here before--
what are the chances?

I know. Amazing.

So, really, how'd it go
yesterday with your MRI?

It went well.

I-I took your suggestion--
I told myself

that I was riding on a train
and it really relaxed me.

It relaxed me a little too much.

I think I fell asleep,
my head went to the side,

and half my views
came out blurry.

I have to go back
again tomorrow.

-Oh, no. -Yeah, well,
that's why it's good

-I have a season pass.
-( laughs )

So, what can I do for you
today, Missus...?

Dubois. Allison Dubois.

I don't know if I mentioned
that I work part-time

at the district attorney's
office.

-No, you didn't.
-I also help out

with this, uh,
missing persons group.

This girl has been missing
for the last seven years,

and we're finally
reopening the case.

I was wondering
if you wouldn't mind

putting this flyer
in your front window.

Her name's Jade.
She's a prostitute.

She's been missing
since 1999.

Uh, this is strange.

Really? Why do you say that?

Hey, Angela, come here a minute.

Dave?

You have no idea
how embarrassing it was.

Well, you handed a man that's
been nothing but nice to you

a photograph of a prostitute

that looked remarkably
like his wife.

I think I have a pretty good
idea how embarrassed you were.

He even showed it to her.

Really? How'd she take it?

Eh, she laughed.

She thought it was pretty funny.
So did he.

Then he offered to make
free copies

so I could put it
in as many windows as possible.

The fiend!

First he kidnaps them,
then he kills them,

then he offers
to reproduce their image,

free of charge,
so the police can have

an easier time finding them.

Clearly you're dealing
with an evil genius here.

Well, that's the thing--
when I was around him yesterday,

I didn't feel
anything like that.

All I felt was kindness
and warmth and honesty.

And suddenly the idea
of him hurting these girls,

it made absolutely
no sense to me.

'Cause even the thought
of doing something so horrific,

so hideously evil
wouldn't even enter

a mind of a man like that.

I don't understand how I could
have been so wrong about him.

Well, let's not forget about
that bump on your head.

Yesterday, when you had
all these visions,

that bump was fresh--
maybe they're swelling,

maybe you're a little
off your game.

Are you implying my peanut's
not all it's cracked up to be?

Actually I'm glad
you brought that up.

Remember we were talking
about yesterday

about the possiblilty
that the peanut--

that growth inside your head--

is what makes you so sensitive?

You realize you're looking
at me like I'm a petri dish?

Look, it got me to thinking.

What if I have somebody actually
test that theory?

How would someone
prove a correlation

between venous angiomas and
increased sensitivity to--

I don't know--
various psychic phenomenon?

( sighs )

Gosh, Mr. Wizard, I don't know.

I guess you'd have
to find somebody else

who's kind of sensitive
and scan their brain

see if there's an angioma.

That's my thought exactly.

You can't be serious.

Oh, I'm completely serious.

There's no way

in the wide world
I'm gonna let you.

It's perfectly safe, Al.

You're subjecting our daughters
to MRIs!

There's no radiation,
no side-effects.

Dr. Sooran said she wouldn't
even charge us a dime.

You already spoke to her?

Not about the psychic stuff.

Just about getting scanned
for the girls.

See if they gave angiomas, too.

It's intriguing, Al,
the possibility that

there might be a genetic link.

I mean, it's pretty heady stuff.

No pun intended.

What about the girls?

Have you at least thought about
how traumatic it could be

to be trapped in that metal,
clanging coffin

so that Daddy could take
pictures of your brain?

BRIDGETTE:
There's a machine that can take

a picture of my brain?

( sighs )

It's called an MRI, sweetie,

and there's no reason
in the wide world

that you should get one
'cause you're perfectly fine.

But what if I want one?

( MRI machine
thumping rhythmically )

Try to stay perfectly
still, honey.

Sorry! My toe itched,
but I think I got it.

This is gonna make for
one hell of a show-and-tell.

Cool.

Like mother, like daughter.

You found another peanut?

Right here.

The exact same spot as Mom.

I have a peanut in my head?

DR. SOORAN:
Not a real peanut.

Just a little extra lump of
brain that looks like one.

And Mommy has one, too?

That's right, kiddo.

Mommy has one, too.

I understand there's
another daughter.

Perhaps we could find the time.

( raises voice ):
Perhaps we could find the time

to perform a scan
on her as well.

You did a wonderful job,
Bridgette.

I'm sure your mom
and dad are real proud of you.

( thumping grows louder
and almost deafening )

( thumping transforms into that
of a train chugging )

Hey, honey.

( breathing heavily )

Would you like me
to touch you now?

Want me to scratch your back?

I give a great massage.

Maybe I could wash you.

If you untie me...

We can take a bath.

Please, baby?

It's starting to hurt.

SAUNDERS:
Shhh...

Do you like
the desert?

Huh?

What are you doing?

( screams )

( muffled scream )

( gagging )

( train chugging )

( wind whistling )

( train chugging grows louder )

DR. SOORAN: Again, I don't know
what this all means.

This extra pocket of
blood flow to the brain.

Perhaps I could interview you
sometime.

Interview you both.

See if there's some
manisfestation

of all this that we can
identify and quantify.

But first we need to get
Ariel in here.

SOORAN:
Yes, if they all have it,

then we're truly
onto something.

Well, I say that was
two hours very well spent.

-Mm.
-Hi.

You understand her point
about Ariel?

Mrs. Dubois!

Back for seconds.

-Hi.
-Hi.

How you doing?

That was you in there?

I told you, I'm a regular.

The joke around here is that

I keep mistaking this place
for a tanning salon.

Hey, did you ever
find that girl?

No.

Not yet.

The desert.

They think she was buried in the
desert, along with a few others.

You mean someone...

Smothered them...
and buried them.

That's the theory.

And they've been rotting
in the sun ever since.

They've been sitting there
and rotting

for the last five or six years.

Excuse me. I...

I think a simple "No.
We're still working on it.

She hasn't turned up yet."
would have sufficed.

ALLISON:
You meet him, you're with him.

He seems like the nicest guy
in the world.

He goes into this machine,
he gets scanned,

and suddenly I see
this whole other side of him.

Maybe you do
and maybeyou don't.

What's that mean?

Allison, I believe you
when you say

you see his thoughts,

but thoughts are not
necessarily memories.

They can be ideas
or fantasies.

Didn't you say that his wife

first appeared to you
as a prostitute?

Wall, from what I've read,
he wouldn't be the first man

to have had that
particular daydream.

Well, with all due respect,
sir, these are

violent, gruesome, horrible
encounters that I'm seeing.

But if they never
really happened,

they're not illegal.

Allison, I don't know
what to tell you.

The man you're suspicious of
has no real record.

There appear to be
no real victims,

and my suspicion is,

what we've got here
is no real crime.

Allison?

Allison?

Excuse me.

Allison!

Mrs. Saunders.

Angela, are you looking for me?

If I tell you a secret...

If I take you
into my confidence,

how can I be sure that you
aren't gonna tell my husband?

When your husband isn't
running his copy shop,

does he work for the
prosecutor's office?

Then I have no reason
to tell him anything, Angela.

It's not Angela.

Um... it's Jade.

Actually, or Melanie.

Really, but, um...

My name, my street name--

at least the first time
that I met David-- was Jade.

I'd seen his car around before.

There was something
about him... some...

essense that you picked up.

This, uh, this core
of niceness.

Hey, loverboy, you lonely?

Sure.

Oh, I was such a mess.

I even let him tie me up.

( Angela moaning )

Yeah.

( moaning esctatically )

What's that?

The train.

We're a block away.

There was one little problem.

He finished too early.

You see, my pimp and I had come
to this new arrangement.

When I came across someone
who wanted to take me home,

if it seemed like
he had some money

and wouldn't put up
much of a fuss,

my pimp would follow us,

and then he would break in
and rob the place

while I kept the john occupied
in the bedroom.

Shh!

Do you like the desert?

So he broke in
around midnight...

( glass shattering )

...knocked over a lamp

on his way into the window.

Wh-Where you are going, baby?

Come back, baby, come back!

They met each other
in the hallway.

There was a fight.

( gunshot )

And then I heard a gunshot.

( gasps )

What did you do?

( gun clicks )

What did you do?!

He dragged me out of there.

David was lying there
in the hallway,

bleeding from his head.

He wasn't moving.

What did you do?

I waited till my pimp got high
and then...

I snuck away and I called 911.

The next day,
I read in the paper

that a bullet had passed
through David's skull.

He almost bled to death
on the floor.

So you saved his life.

Yeah.

In a strange way, he, uh,
he returned the favor.

I don't know what it was...
but being that close to death--

something about it,
it... it changed me.

I got myself off the street.

I checked into rehab.

A couple months later,
I was deep into the program.

You know, the 12 steps?

And I had taken all
my personal inventory

and now it was time
for step nine:

making amends.

I went to David's hospital
room, all ready to tell him

what I'd done, you know,
accept responisibility,

take the consequences.

And that's when I realized

he didn't remember me.

He didn't remember anything.

His life before that night--
it was a blank.

He had been in the hospital
for months with his friends

coming by every day, trying
to fill in his memory for him,

reminding him that, uh,
he loved watching baseball.

That his favorite food
was pizza.

Of course they couldn't fill him
in on the parts of his life

that they didn't know anything
about-- the cruising,

the girls off the street.

And they didn't know anything

about what got him
into the hospital

except for what they read
in the paper, you know,

that a man had broken
into his home and shot him,

left him for dead.

I started
visiting him every day.

First at the hospital,
then at his business.

I should have told him then,
you know?

I should have
told him everything.

But I couldn't.

Before I knew it,
I was in love.

And so was he.

We've been married
for five years now.

We want to have a family.

That man who used to pick up
girls off the street?

He doesn't exist anymore.

And that girl that, uh,
you're looking for?

Well, she's fine.

Oh, she's better than fine.

Isn't there any way that we
can put the past behind us?

Particularly when there is so
much future to look forward to?

Wow...

( clears throat )

Let me see what I can do.

And he has no idea?

About her past?

Apparently not.

And the ultimate romantic irony?

She has no idea about his.

Although, who am I kidding?

I'm not certain
about his past either.

Maybe Devalos was right.

Maybe what I tapped into when
he was in that machine

was some sort of dark fantasy.

I can feel the heat coming
off your brain from here.

What are you chewing on?

Mm, nothing much.

Just the mystery of life.

That again.

You need to get your
head out of the clouds

and think about
something that matters.

Mm...

Are we really just
the sum of our memories?

Wait a second.
I know the answer to that.

I read it in a magazine.

I mean, David Saunders,
he looks at his wife

and he sees this wonderful
woman that he met

in the hospital while
he was recovering

from a horrible accident.

That's who she is to him,
that's all he knows,

and when he wakes up in the
morning he looks in the mirror

he doesn't see a guy who
went cruising downtown

looking for strangers
to have sex with, or worse.

He sees the guy that I see

when I go visit him
at the print shop.

A member of
the Chamber of Commerce.

A little league sponsor.
A devoted husband.

Well, maybe.

What do you mean maybe?

I mean, who knows what really
goes on in someone's brain?

Who knows what memories
actually survive

and what might trigger them.

Anyway, what are
we talking about?

Didn't you tell me you
were pretty much convinced

that whatever you saw
didn't really happen?

Was only in his head.

No, I keep thinking...

if I see it,
it's in his head,

and if it's in his head,
it's in his head for a reason.

If a memory is killed
in the forest

and there's no one
there to hear it...

( mockingly ):
Ha, ha, ha.

What time do we have to go to
this MRI place in the morning?

I don't know what to tell you.

I don't see it.

I don't see any signs

of venous angioma
in Ariel's brain.

-Oh...
-Oh.

-Hey.
-Hey.

Good news.

Absolutely. Very good.

You're disappointed,
aren't you?

Ah, it was a nice theory.

Would have answered
a lot of questions.

I admit it, I had visions
of newborns

all over the world being tested
for the "Dubois angioma".

Ah, the Dubois angioma. Nice.

-( knocking )
-Hi, sorry I'm late.

You wanted to see me?

Yeah. No big deal.

I just wanted to let
you know that I received

the rest of the inquiry
on David Saunders.

Went all the way back to 1995

and there's
really nothing there.

A couple of neighbors'
complaints about noise,

a parking ticket, a couple
of traffic violations...

What are these?

Those are evidence shots

from a photo-enforced
stoplight he ran in 1998.

You've seen them--
you run the light

and it automatically takes
pictures of the car,

whoever's driving,
the license plate...

Pretty much eliminates
people going to trial

over traffic tickets-- why?

See this woman here
in the front seat?

I've seen her before.

It's not about you.
It's about him.

Well, I guess that's me.

I have no idea who that
woman seated next to me is.

Her name is Delmy.
Delmy O'Toole.

She's a prostitute.

Was a prostitute.

No one here is suggesting

that that's what she
was doing in your car,

or that you were in engaged
in anything illegal

or inappropriate,
Mr. Saunders, but...

we have been conducting
a review

of open
missing persons cases.

Miss O'Toole's been missing
since the late '90s.

And I am aware of
the unique circumstances

surrounding your memory
of anything

that might have
happened so long ago,

but, still, when we
came across this photo...

Well, this is very strange.

I mean, weren't you asking me

about another missing person
just last week?

Another prostitute?

I mean, is there
something I don't know?

Was I someone who spent
a lot of...

No, uh...

We have a right
to a lawyer, right?

No, we don't need a lawyer.

I haven't done anything wrong.

And you haven't
done anything wrong.

DEVALOS:
Of course.

You always have
the right to an attorney,

but frankly, no one here
is being accused of anything.

We were just hoping that you
could shed some light

on these
missing persons cases.

Cases?

There are more?

Yes, sir.

Prostitutes?

Oh, David...

No, this is nothing.

This has nothing
to do with us.

They're just trying to find
some missing people.

Shh...

I don't know this woman.

No. I'm sorry.

No.

He doesn't know them, okay.
He doesn't.

Now, if he met them

before the accident,
he doesn't remember them.

And besides, what
difference does that make?

That was then.

Do you like the desert,
Mr. Saunders?

Do you like the desert?

No, he... no, he doesn't
like the desert.

He refuses to go there.

Okay, wherever it is
that you're trying

to go with this,
you're barking up...

Shut up, Jade!

( crying )

David, David, I love you.

I've loved you every second
of every single day

since I met you
at the hospital.

And whatever happened before,

I swear to God,

that doesn't matter, okay?

Tell me.
Tell me that it doesn't matter.

I love you, too, Angela.

This isn't about
something you did.

I think this is about
something I might have done.

Yeah, but I forgive you.

And I love you.

But I'm not so sure you should.

I think perhaps...

perhaps I might not be
the man you think I am.

No, no...

No.

Yes.

I'm sorry.

Can I see those pictures again?

I think... I would like to go
to the desert, actually.

( sobbing )

Do you think
we could take a ride?

( sighs )

Oh... look who
finally made it home.

Hi.

Hi, stranger.

How was the desert?

It was filled with secrets.

Filled with corpses.

Good for you. You got him.

I guess.

You guess?

I don't know.

We got the right man;
I guess that's a good thing.

So what's bothering you?

Come here.

Al, what are you doing?

Shh...

I want to remember this moment
for the rest of my life.