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(child laughing)

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(thunder crashing) (dramatic music)

(dramatic eerie music)

- What's going on?

- You're gonna feel a slight itching

as the sedative takes effect.

- What the hell is this?

- And then you'll begin to relax.

Just let yourself fall asleep.

Just let yourself go.

(eerie music)

(ominous music)

- Do you wish you to say anything before we begin?

- Yeah. Who the hell are you?

(electricity crackling) (priest muttering)

(prisoner gasps)

(prisoner gasping)

- Why are you doing this to me?

(dramatic suspenseful music) (prisoner gasping)

(cell phone ringing)

(prisoner gasping)

- The governor's stayed the execution.

(prisoner gasping) (dramatic music)

- Who the hell are you people? People, people? (gasps)

(chains rattling) (dramatic music)

(people chattering)

- The governor agreed to our appeals

and granted a stay of execution

while he reviews our brief.

But it's only temporary, Anne.

- I wanna see my lawyer.

- We are your lawyers.

Faking some kind of amnesia

is the absolute worst thing you could do at this point.

- Look, I don't know you,

I don't know where I am or how I got here,

and I sure as hell don't know what you're talking about.

Listen to me, I don't know what's going on here!

(door clanging)

- You caught a break, Anne, that's what's going on here.

Please, don't screw it up.

- Who the hell is Anne?

I can't remember! Don't you understand?

I can't remember anything!

(dramatic music)

(ominous music)

(dark mysterious music)

My name is Anne Huston.

At least that's what they tell me.

With no memories of my own,

I've been given the memories of a murdered woman.

If I can find out what happened to her,

I might be able to find out what happened to me.

(dark mysterious music)

(dramatic music)

(computer beeping) (traffic whooshing)

(people chattering)

Anyone gonna tell me what this is all about?

- [Miles] Glad to be out of the hole?

- Who wants to know?

- I'm Special Agent Miles McAvoy, I'm with the FBI, Anne.

- There's that name again.

- Well, that's your name. Anne Huston.

- Okay, that's a start.

- You murdered a colleague of mine,

an undercover agent.

Remember?

- I could use a drink.

- [Miles] What would you like?

- I don't know.

Why? Why don't I know?

- Your condition is what doctors call a fugue state.

They can be caused by physical trauma

like a brain injury, but more likely,

it's triggered by a severe emotional crisis.

- Like being strapped down in a death chamber?

- Possible. - How long does it last?

- Hard to say. But it's why I'm here.

The bureau is working on a new forensic technique.

It is experimental, potentially dangerous,

but it's highly promising, and we're ready to try it out.

- Let me guess, you wanna try it out on me.

- No, we need a volunteer. - You mean a guinea pig.

- You've been given a conditional reprieve.

Now, let me emphasize the operative word there, conditional.

- I'm listening.

- If you agree, you'll be remanded to the custody

of the Federal Bureau of Investigation.

All records of who you were

and what you've done will go black.

The Anne Huston that you used to be

will cease to exist.

- But I want to exist, I wanna know who I am.

- You're a convicted murderer on death row.

- That's it?

Was I married?

Did I have kids? A job?

Why'd I kill that agent?

- That's not important now.

- But it's important to me.

- [Miles] Sorry.

- You gonna tell me

what this potentially dangerous experiment is?

- I'm offering you a second chance here.

A chance to start over.

- And if I refuse?

- Then I walk upstairs

and I tell the judge you're not interested.

Marshals come back in here

and drive you right back to death row.

(computer keys beeping)

- Thanks.

(door clicking)

(camera whirring)

- [Meredith] How much have you told her?

- Only that you were pioneering

a new investigative technique we were interested in.

(door clicking)

Anne Huston, this is Dr. Meredith Crick.

- Ready to make history, dear?

(elevator dings)

It is generally accepted that learning and memory

are stored diffusely throughout the brain.

But it is my contention that the caudal margin

between the hippocampus

and the basolateral complex of the amygdala

is the most important subcortical intersection

for the retrieval of memory.

- You gotta be kidding me.

- It's like a pattern of neuro circuits created

and reinforced by feelings, sights, sounds.

Specific circuits equals specific memories.

- I wouldn't know, I don't have any.

- Yes. That's why you're so perfect.

(mysterious music)

By using transcranial magnetic resonance,

I've been able to re-create these neural impulses,

upload them to a microprocessor

and transmit them into a living brain,

where they trigger similar synaptic activity.

Thank God for wireless technology.

(dramatic music)

They call this the halo.

Non-invasive neural sensors retrieve

and transmit memory impulses directly from the subject brain

into the target synapses of the host brain.

It's kind of like a reverse lobotomy.

I believe we can now transfer memories

from a person who has died recently,

48 hours to 72 hours at most,

to the brain of another living person.

These migrated memories would only last a few days

before they evaporate completely.

- But just imagine what it would mean

if a deceased witness could divulge details

of an unsolved crime, like the victim of a serial killer

that could identify her murderer.

- So, you wanna see if it works on me.

- Can't wait.

(dramatic suspenseful music)

(dramatic suspenseful music)

(dramatic music) (footsteps tapping)

(bottles clanking)

(Sarah screaming)

- You should have left well enough alone.

(Sarah shrieking)

(Sarah screaming)

- Meredith, look at this.

Sarah Bradey, a small-town girl from Virginia,

graduated summa cum laude in law school.

Then she landed a job with Senator Davis Wilmont.

- Intelligence Oversight Committee Chairman Wilmont?

- Uh-huh, that's why we're involved.

- Suicide?

- Probably, but the director wants to be sure.

National security concerns.

- How long since death?

- M.E. says less than 36 hours.

- Well then, we better hurry up,

'cause in a few more hours,

all we'll get out of her brain is white noise.

- [Miles] I'm on it.

(dramatic music)

A little biochemical stimulation

of acetylcholine and glutamate,

and we're ready to begin.

- What if I, what if I actually see what happened to her?

What if, what if I remember dying?

- I imagine it will be a completely unique experience

you'll wanna share with us.

- So what?

The only memories I'm ever gonna have

are from someone I don't even know?

- As I said, transplanted memories only last a few days.

After that, you're back to normal.

- Nobody's gonna force you into this, Anne.

You just say the word and you're back on the bus to prison.

(dramatic music)

You're gonna be fine.

(machine whirring)

(computer keys clicking)

- I hope she wasn't a loser.

(suspenseful music)

(computer beeping)

- Anne Huston, meet Sarah Bradey.

(computer beeping) (dramatic music)

(Sarah screaming)

(computer beeping)

(sighs) She'll need a good handler.

- I've got the perfect one in mind.

(dramatic music) (thug grunts)

- Hey!

(thug grunting)

(blows thudding) (men grunting)

(sirens wailing)

(tires screeching)

- Not today, pal! Not my-

- FBI, hands on the ground!

Sean!

- He's wired! (grunts)

You smell it?

Acetylene peroxide, TATP.

He's got a freaking chemistry lab up there.

- We need to clear the alley!

I need a demo team down here on the double!

On the double! - Move it!

(cell phone ringing) (sirens wailing)

(cell phone ringing)

- What!

Ma, I told you I'd be at the party tonight.

No, look, I'm sorry.

I'm out of breath, I've been, I've been jogging.

No problem at all. (grunts)

I'm happy to.

I promise. All right, bye.

(phone beeps) (sirens wailing)

(dramatic music)

(door buzzes)

How's it going? - Good, thanks.

(people chattering)

- [Sean] Hey.

- Nice work yesterday, Sully.

- Thanks.

Next time, I'll work on something

a little more upscale.

I'm tired of listening to my mother complain

about the way I look.

- Still shacking up with older women, huh?

- Well, looks like Sharon might get to keep the house.

- You know, I still have that guest room,

still down the hall from mine.

- Yeah, maybe after the divorce is final.

- You don't know what you're missing.

- Yeah, I bet.

You ready to meet Blank Slate?

- I told him, Miles, I'm a field guy.

This is not my thing.

- The best I ever trained,

and the only one I trust with this assignment.

- She killed one of ours

and I'm supposed to be okay handling someone like this?

- Someone like that is exactly why I need someone like you.

- I feel like I'm gonna be sick.

- A feeling of disorientation is an unfortunate

but predictable side effect.

It'll pass.

- Easy for you to say.

- What else?

- All I remember is the feeling I was falling.

- Hm.

(dramatic music)

Some of these things belonged to Sarah Bradey.

(dramatic music)

I know which ones they are.

I wanna see if you do.

(mysterious music)

(mysterious music)

- This belong to her?

- Keep trying.

(knuckles rapping)

- Dr. Crick, Anne, this is Special Agent Sean Sullivan.

He's been assigned to be your handler.

- My what?

- He's going to monitor your progress for us.

Work with you, stay with you.

- Keep me on a leash.

(Anne vomiting)

- Always make a good first impression.

- Meredith.

- She doesn't remember anything.

She has no recollection of who Sarah Bradey was.

None, zip, nada.

- Well, maybe we should try again then.

- It's risky, Miles, it's very risky.

- Why?

- Overexposure could result in complete psychic dislocation.

She could end up brain-dead.

(dramatic music)

(birds chirping)

- Feeling better?

- Missing, I feel like I'm missing.

You mind covering that back up?

You look different.

- Closed the case, retired the cover.

- [Anne] Easy as that, huh?

- Like shedding skin.

- I thought it would be more complicated.

You know, pretending to be someone,

the details and all that.

- What do you know about it?

- Just what I see in movies.

- What movies?

- I can't remember.

Not what you expected, am I?

Cold-blooded murderer, widow maker.

- You know, in Arabic,

they call the oleander plant God's joke.

You know why?

Because it's beautiful, fragrant and poisonous.

(siren wailing)

(Anne sighs)

What?

- Whenever I hear a siren, I think of my mother.

She died a year ago.

(mysterious music)

- A memory nexus is clearly forming.

- Yes, but the question is whose?

- Sarah Bradey's mother had an aneurysm.

She died suddenly, one year ago, Miles.

Almost to the day.

(mysterious music)

(dark tense music)

(music box chiming)

- There was a diamond bracelet in this.

- It's working.

- (sighs) I'm telling you, Miles,

she's playing us like some carnie fortune teller,

just giving us enough information

to make us think she knows what she's talking about.

- That jewelry box belonged to Sarah Bradey.

It's a damn good carnie trick, if you ask me.

- [Miles] Well we need to be sure.

- We need another catalyst to provoke more memories.

An emotional trigger, you know,

like a, a sight, a smell, something.

- All right, take her to the scene.

Don't tell her why you're there, just make something up.

And just sit, wait, see if anything happens.

- Anything like what?

- Like what happened that night.

(mysterious music)

- Which one am I supposed to like?

(pensive music)

(pensive music)

(knuckles cracking)

- (sighs) You mind not doing that?

- Doing what?

- That.

- You're not buying any of this, are you?

- Not for me to say.

- But it would bother you if it worked, wouldn't it?

- Why would it bother me? - I'm not sure.

But I think for some reason, you're afraid that it will.

- Now you're a psychologist as well as a murderer.

- You're not that hard to read.

- You have no idea.

- What was he like? - Who?

- The agent they say I killed.

- [Sean] Never worked with me.

- But you heard about it, right?

You could find out, right?

I mean, if you really wanted to?

- Why would I really want to?

- To help me.

- I don't want to help you.

- Sometimes I think I'm gonna remember.

It's there in the back of my mind in, in the fog,

but I just can't seem to get to it.

(horn honking)

I'm not a murderer, I can't be.

- You held him hostage.

You beat him and burned him,

you cut him and tortured him for three days

until he finally died.

He left behind a wife and three little kids.

You satisfied?

(somber music)

- You mind telling me what we're doing here?

- Looking for evidence.

- Then what?

- Well, it depends on what the evidence tells me.

Want some?

- I hate gum.

- How do you know?

(bottles clanking)

- Oh, no.

(sinister music)

(bottles clanking)

(Anne groaning)

- Hey.

Hey, hey, hey. What's the matter with you?

- You should have left well enough alone.

(echoed screaming)

(dramatic music)

(Anne gasps)

- This is where it happened, isn't it?

You bastards.

(mysterious music)

(knuckles cracking)

It was like, it was like

some kind of hyper-real deja vu.

I could feel what he was doing to me,

but I could still see Agent Sullivan.

- Fragmentary reconstruction.

Your past and your present competing for space.

(pencil scribbling)

- How's this?

- "Should have left well enough alone."

- What?

- That's what he said, the killer.

"You should have left well enough alone."

- She's damn good, I'll give her that.

Freaked the hell out of me.

- It's not good enough.

She's gotta remember something we can verify.

Crick says we have 48 hours until Sarah Bradey's memory

starts to fade, if we're lucky.

- You, you mind telling me whose ass I gotta kiss

to get off Fantasy Island?

- Start with mine, Slim, get me something I can use.

(door thudding)

- Just hang back, okay? Let me do the talking.

- Afraid I'll embarrass you?

(knocker tapping)

- Mr. Bradey? - Yes.

- Dad.

- I, I mean, you're, you're Sarah's dad, aren't you?

- Very sorry to trouble you at this time, sir.

I'm Special Agent Sullivan,

this is my associate, Anne Huston.

- Come in, please. Come on in. - Thank you.

- I was gonna get something to drink.

Can I get you anything?

- Water would be fine, thanks.

What the hell was that?

- I've got all these feelings,

I, I don't know where they're coming from,

I don't know how to deal with them.

- Suck it up, that's how you deal with them.

- (sighs) Look at this.

Every time I turn around, some neighbor I hardly know

is bringing over a homemade casserole this,

and meatloaf that, and chicken something-or-other...

What am I gonna do with all of this?

I'm all alone.

Why is it that people think you can just eat

your way out of this kind of pain?

- They want you to have something they love.

It comforts them,

and they're hoping it'll do the same for you.

- That's something my daughter would have said.

(mysterious music)

(eerie music)

- Merry Christmas, Mom.

(Anne sighing)

- [Children] Happy birthday! Happy Birthday!

(bright music)

- Is it possible that Sarah was having problems

with someone she knew, either at work, or a friend?

(gentle piano music)

(gentle piano music)

- Please, don't stop.

That was her mom's favorite song.

She used to play it for her every time she came to visit.

(gentle piano music)

Just can't believe that she'd take her own life.

- She didn't, Mr. Bradey. I know she didn't.

(gentle piano music)

- (chuckles) You're, you're sure about that?

There's no mistake?

- [Miles] There's no mistake,

we've checked and double-checked.

We'll talk when you get back.

- You, uh, you don't play the piano.

According to McAvoy and Crick,

Anne Huston's never played a musical instrument

in her life.

What'd you find out?

- I've been going over all the case files,

court transcripts, anything and everything

I can find about Anne Huston.

And according to the reports,

Special Agent Richard Walton had been working her

for several weeks before things got ugly in that motel room.

He picked her as a possible way

into the gang moving high-quality meth

into L.A. from Mexico.

- She was using? - Hard to tell.

Background's awful sketchy.

Midwestern farm girl, parents deceased,

graduated at state college, average student.

She pretty much falls off the grid

until she pops up in Walton's case file.

It's all a little too convenient.

- You think she might have been setting up Walton

the whole time?

- I do this for a living, Sully.

I build histories, I create identities.

I can smell a cover a half a continent away.

I mean, does she look like she was a hooker

working the chump-change circuit to you?

- [Sean] When did you first meet Sarah Bradey?

- We started at the senator's office on the same day.

Both of us just scared witless.

But she was so smart, you know, she was very upbeat,

and people were immediately drawn to her.

We, we got really close.

She and I would cover for each other

after a long night of a little too much fun.

We, uh, we promised each other

we'd always watch each other's back.

I guess she kept up her end, and, you know, I didn't.

(people chattering) (gentle music)

- Someone you know?

- No. Just didn't like the way he's staring at me.

(Anne sighs)

- Apple martini. - What?

- Nothing for me. - Really?

That's what we would always order.

Sarah loved apple martinis.

You know what, sure, I'll take one.

Might as well. It's after 5:00-

- [Miss Marks and Anne] Somewhere. (laughing)

- Was there a boyfriend, Miss Marks? A lover?

Someone you think might have wanted to hurt her?

- You know, I can't think of anybody

who would want to hurt Sarah Bradey.

She never made anybody feel bad.

(people chattering) (gentle music)

He'll kill you if he finds out.

- Thank you. - Thank you.

- Sarah was involved with someone.

She tried to warn her.

- And you remember this while we were sitting there?

Uh-huh.

Reminds me of Niagara Falls.

My folks used to take us there when I was a kid.

- It's not the falls. It's a place.

The Niagara Apartments.

Somewhere here in this city.

- Is this your memory or hers?

- Well, maybe I'll know when we get there.

- [Sean] Okay.

(gentle mysterious music)

(eerie music)

- It's this way.

(suspenseful music)

Something happened here.

(mysterious music)

(doorbell ringing)

(dramatic music)

- This better be good.

(alarm beeping)

(keys clicking)

(gentle mysterious music)

(cork popping)

(dramatic music)

(suspenseful music)

- Come here. Come here.

I'm gonna need a new tailor.

If I ever wanna be president.

- [Woman] Sarah!

(dramatic music)

- [Sean] You're shaking.

- I can't stay here.

She was having an affair.

- With the man that killed her?

- I don't think so.

But something weird happened in there.

- Weird, how?

- I'm not sure, but something frightened her.

I could feel it, I wanted to jump out of my skin.

- This town can be so hard on young people.

It can destroy you if you're not tough enough.

- Was she? Sarah Bradey?

Was she tough enough?

- She was very bright, very talented.

Davis came to rely on her for all kinds of things.

We wanted to take her with us, but-

- All the way to the White House.

I'm sorry to keep you waiting, but it was either you

or the chairman of the Joint Chiefs.

Agent? - Sullivan.

- Nice to meet you.

Davis Wilmont. Pleasure.

Well, I'm still stunned.

I can't believe what happened.

- According to your staff, Senator,

you had a meeting with her just before she left?

- I had her working on background

on a nominee for Army Under Secretary.

Was a bit above her pay scale,

but I wanted to reward her dedication

and move her up a notch.

- Anyone jealous? In your office?

About you rewarding a first-year intern over her pay scale?

- Sarah Bradey couldn't make anyone jealous.

She didn't have a manipulative bone in her body.

What you saw was what you got.

- Was there anything about her work,

about her security clearance we might want to look into?

- She had limited clearance,

but no access to anything sensitive enough to compro-

- Are we sure, Davis?

- She would never have done anything to compromise me.

Besides, she, she was a kid.

I mean, she didn't have the brains to get involved

with anything like that.

- By the way, it wasn't suicide, in case you're interested.

(Sean chuckles nervously)

- Uh, thank you for your help, Senator.

- [Davis] My office is at your service,

Agent Sullivan, 24/7.

- [Sean] Thank you, sir. Appreciate the time.

- Thanks.

(mysterious music)

- You're gonna need a new tailor

if you're ever gonna be president.

(Davis chuckles nervously)

- What the hell was that?

- He's not the one.

I saw the killer's face. It's not him.

- You were completely out of bounds.

- Hey, it's all I could do from going off

on that pompous ass.

He used me! Her!

- [Sean] What are you talking about?

- That's the guy she was having an affair with.

How could she be so weak?

She was so smart, so capable.

How could she fall for that?

- Sometimes people make the biggest mistakes

of their lives because of love.

- You're speaking from experience?

- I didn't wanna believe it at first,

and I tried to convince her that it's always the woman

who ends up losing in these things.

- Sometimes our hearts just get in the way.

Whatever anyone says about Sarah,

the one thing I'm sure of is I know she had a good heart.

I smell turkey.

(Tim laughing)

- It's one of the neighbors.

They think I'm starving over here.

Smells like Christmas, doesn't it?

We used to have these great talks.

She would sit here for hours,

tell me everything.

I think that's what I'm gonna miss the most about her,

not being able to talk to her.

(gentle piano music)

(gentle music)

(static crackling)

(dramatic music)

- Blake!

- You all right, sweetheart?

- Who's Blake Feltzer, Mr. Bradey?

Blake Feltzer, Sarah knew someone by that name.

Who is he?

- She was engaged to him. They were college sweethearts.

But he was, he was bad news.

He was possessive and jealous.

She had to get a restraining order

to stop him stalking her.

If he wasn't already in jail for drug abuse,

I'd be going after him myself.

- He's in jail? - Yes, he is!

And it's where he belongs.

- I got all these feelings, happiness, sorrow, love.

But, but they're not mine, they're hers.

It creeps me out, I'm nothing like her.

- What makes you think so?

- I just know. (sighs)

- There's some tissue.

- For that special someone?

- Yeah, it's my daughter's birthday this weekend.

She's gonna be two.

I'm not invited.

- Sometimes people make the biggest mistakes

of their lives 'cause of love, huh?

I'm sorry, I didn't mean to...

- Oh, no, no, no, no, I've got the pain down

to a manageable ache by now.

- Hey, at least you have pain to manage.

- (chuckles) Yeah.

- Sometimes I try to imagine his wife, his kids.

- Whose?

- The agent I killed.

I try to imagine the pain they must have felt,

must, must still feel.

I try to make myself feel guilty about it,

but I can't, you know why?

- You really want me to answer that?

- Because I can't remember it.

- Well, that doesn't mean you didn't do it.

- How do you forget something like that?

(knuckles cracking)

Wait a minute.

Wait, wait. Stop the car.

- Why? - Please, stop the car now.

(dramatic suspenseful music)

(dramatic suspenseful music)

I've been here before.

- You? Or Sarah Bradey?

(dramatic music)

(fist knocking) (dramatic suspenseful music)

(chair rattling)

(train whistle blowing)

We got something going on here,

or you, you just fooling around?

- Listen.

- I don't hear anything.

(train whistle blowing)

- [Man] You guys need to make sure...

- The governor agreed to our appeals

and granted a stay of execution while he reviews our brief.

But it's only temporary.

- [Sean] Well?

(eerie music)

(dramatic music)

(train whistling) (birds chirping)

- Maybe I was mistaken.

Maybe I, I thought there was something familiar

about the place.

(cell phone ringing)

- [Sean] Yeah, Miles?

- I just spoke with the Roanoke field office.

Blake Feltzer was paroled a week ago,

just before Sarah Bradey's murder.

(traffic whooshing)

(dramatic music)

(knuckles rapping)

- Blake Feltzer? FBI.

(knuckles rapping) (upbeat music)

May I speak with you a minute?

- Is this about Sarah?

- Pretty quick, aren't you?

- You're the FBI, she's dead.

I read the news, okay? Not stupid.

- Well, let's find out.

- I need a beer.

- He's not the one.

- Great.

(dramatic music)

- Let me save you guys some time.

I haven't seen Sarah Bradey since I went inside.

- [Anne] Blake!

(eerie music)

- What in the hell's the matter with you?

- Why did Sarah come here the day before she died?

- What?

- She came to confront you, right?

You'd been stalking her again,

and you stole something from her.

- No, no, no, no, you have no business...

(blow thudding) (dramatic music)

- You're gonna have to trust me sometime.

- Give it up, Feltzer!

(Blake grunts)

(Blake whimpering)

- I think my leg is broke!

- I thought you said you weren't stupid.

Moron broke his leg trying to...

She was sure Feltzer's not the killer she saw,

but I, I couldn't let him run.

And by the time I got back, she'd taken it off.

I blew it. I never should have left her alone.

- Where would she go?

- We are in uncharted waters here, Miles.

The Bradey girl's neural implants

are surely starting to degrade by now.

- Well, how much time does she have?

- It's hard to say.

It could be incremental,

it could be happening all at once.

The only thing I can really be sure about

is pretty soon she won't remember anything.

- Hey, Feltzer's alibi checks out.

He wasn't even in the area

on the night of the Bradey murder.

- Thanks.

- That means the killer's still out there.

- (sighs) She may not recognize him,

even they come face to face.

(mysterious music)

(car door clicking)

- We have a slight problem, Ross.

- [Ross] Mm.

- Blank Slate is...

She's missing.

Her handler left her alone while he was apprehending

a suspect in the Bradey case.

She took advantage of that opportunity.

- [Ross] You said that she wouldn't remember anything.

- Well, I have no reason to think that she has.

For all I know, she's wandering around the streets now

in a complete state of oblivion.

- Or something may have triggered her own memory engrams

and she might be remembering who she really was.

- No, no one has ever recovered their memory.

In all the cases we've worked together, no one, ever.

- We've only erased memories in that program,

we've never implanted new ones.

If this one goes sideways, Meredith,

you're going to be looking over your shoulder

for the rest of your life.

- Are you threatening me?

I don't think you want to threaten me, Ross.

You bought into this.

You know exactly what I was trying to do.

You knew how significant it could be

and what we could do with it.

I can migrate memory from one person to another person.

No one has ever been able to do that!

- Don't play games, Meredith.

The first sign she has any idea who she was,

you pull the plug.

You don't wait, you don't check in.

You just take care of her.

Is that understood?

(dramatic music)

(suspenseful music)

- There's no FBI agent by the name of Anne Huston.

- Then we'll just have

to make the problem go away, won't we?

(suspenseful music)

(dramatic suspenseful music)

(dark tense music)

(elevator dings) (suspenseful music)

(eerie music)

- Sarah!

You little whore.

Did you really think I would let you destroy 25 years

of pushing that weak fool of a husband up the ladder?

Did you really think I would let you destroy

everything I've worked for?

- She'll kill you if she finds out!

(elevator dings)

(dramatic suspenseful music)

- Miss Huston? I've been sent to pick you up.

- And you are?

- Agent Walters, ma'am. FBI.

(helicopter whirring)

You must have known her pretty well, huh?

That girl who was murdered? Sarah Bradey?

- You could say that.

- She must have been afraid

that something like that might happen, right?

Did she ever talk about it?

- What's with the 20 questions?

- Just curious, that's all.

Pretty girl like that gets herself into things,

can't get out.

Sometimes people just have to leave well enough alone.

(dramatic music)

You should have left well enough alone.

(Sarah screaming)

(Anne gasps)

(knuckles cracking)

(brakes screeching)

What are you doing?

(horns honking) (tires screeching)

(engine roaring)

(grunting) What are you doing?

(engine roaring)

(horn honking) (tires screeching)

(car crashing)

(blows thudding) (both groaning)

(dramatic suspenseful music)

(tires screeching) (engine roaring)

(blow thudding) (Walters groaning)

(gun firing)

(glass crashing) (gun firing)

(car alarm sounding)

(tires squealing) (engine roaring)

(body thudding)

(ominous music)

(Anne gasping) (dramatic music)

(suspenseful music)

(phone beeping)

(cell phone ringing)

- Tell me it's done.

- Not yet, Mrs. Wilmont.

(dramatic music)

(gentle music) (birds chirping)

- [Sean] Sarah was on the roof that night

because she, she thought

she was going to meet Senator Wilmont.

But his wife intercepted the message

and sent one of their bodyguards to, uh,

(clears throat) to make it look like a suicide.

- Sarah was gonna end the affair that night.

She knew it was wrong,

that she made a terrible mistake.

That's what she was gonna tell the senator.

- The irony is that Mrs. Wilmont

didn't have to kill her at all.

- She could have left well enough alone.

- And my daughter would still be alive.

- We can't bring her back, Mr. Bradey,

but I can assure you

that her killers will never see the light of day again.

(pensive music)

I'll, uh, be outside.

(pensive music)

(door clicking)

- Mr. Bradey?

I found this in Blake Feltzer's shaving kit.

He was probably gonna sell it to buy drugs.

- This is the last Christmas present I ever gave her.

Thank you.

Thank you for...

Thank you for everything.

(gentle music)

Anne?

Would you play my daughter's song for me one more time?

Please?

(gentle music)

(eerie music)

- I'm sorry, I can't remember.

- It's okay.

(gentle music)

- Here, here.

I hope this'll do.

- It's better than where I was.

- We'll get some different furniture in here,

get a little something on the walls,

some tchotchkes and snow globes.

Give it a little personality.

- Yeah, whose?

Aren't you afraid I'll run?

- Where would you go?

(keys jingling)

You need us now as much as we need you.

- (sighs) Funny thing is,

at least when I had Sarah Bradey's memories,

I felt almost complete.

And now, there's a big hole where I used to be.

What?

- How many 20-year-old college girls

do you think know evasive driving?

What happened in that parking lot

with Sarah Bradey's killer, that couldn't have been her.

It had to have been you.

It, it had to have been you.

- Well, what does it mean?

- I don't know.

(dramatic music)

- What's this?

- It's your case file.

Everything we know up, up until you came to us.

I figure we owe it to you.

Maybe, maybe there's something in there

that will help you remember.

- But I thought Crick and McAvoy don't want me to remember.

I thought it would mess with their program.

- Yeah.

But, um, I'm more concerned about you than the program.

- Thanks.

(gentle music)

(door clicking)

(dramatic music)

Taxi!

(traffic whooshing) (dramatic music)

(suspenseful music)

(train whistle blowing)

(mysterious music)

- [Man] We gotta make sure

that she understands that you are...

(mysterious music)

(glass breaking) (eerie music)

(dramatic suspenseful music)

(dramatic music)

- This is where they did it to me.

(dark tense music)

- (scoffs) It's, it's like some old movie set.

- Look at this.

(suspenseful music)

- "A.H." Anne Huston.

- If that's my real name.

(car alarm chirping)

- This might lead to some pretty dark alleys.

If we go digging through the trash,

we might not like what we find.

- Anything would be better than this emptiness, Sean.

I didn't murder that agent.

Someone set me up. I want to know why.

(dramatic music)

- Building is owned by a limited partnership offshore.

Cayman Islands. Import-export biz.

- Uh-huh, a front.

- Got my attention.

- A front for who?

- Our side, unfortunately.

Lots and lots of fingerprints.

DOD, CIA, NSA.

I wouldn't be surprised to find out

we rented a space there at some point.

(computer chirping)

(phone chiming) (people chattering)

- [Miles] We may have another case.

Subject kidnapped a ten-year-old girl.

We think she might still be alive.

- Didn't Crick say that overexposure

could lead to brain damage?

- Yeah, perp attempted suicide, and now he's in a coma.

If he dies, Blank Slate's our best chance

of finding that little girl.

- [Sean] It's a huge risk.

- Yeah, I know.

(suspenseful music)

(phone ringing)

(phone beeping)

- Hello?

- [Man] It's raining outside.

- Who is this?

(dial tone buzzing)

(mysterious music)

(dramatic suspenseful music)

- Get in.

Andy, come on, we gotta make this quick.

You're either in or I'm out.

Well, they keep you on a really short leash, don't they?

- Look, I'm supposed to know you, right?

- (chuckles) Very funny.

Okay, I've put on a few pounds.

Let's not get carried away with the pose here.

- How? How do I know you?

- The hell's going on here?

- That's what I'm trying to find out.

Help me out here.

- Prague, Berlin. Then I heard you got reassigned.

Morocco, Pakistan maybe.

Word came down you were dead. KIA.

- Who told you that? Who told you I was dead?

- Chatter, mostly. Word goes around.

I didn't wanna believe it at first,

but you were incommunicado a long time, darling,

till I saw you in that restaurant back there.

- And what was I doing in, in Morocco, Pakistan maybe?

- What the hell did those bastards do to you, Andy?

- Which bastards are you talking about?

And who the hell is Andy?

- (sighs) Okay. Maybe I made a mistake here.

Whatever this is, it's not my thing.

- But you know me. You know who I am, or, or who I was.

- Sorry. - Wait a minute.

- I can't help you, Andy.

I wish I could.

We kicked some serious ass together once,

but I'm off the grid now,

and this sounds like a jungle I don't wanna be hunting in.

- Then what the hell is this?

You get me out of bed in the middle of the night,

and all I get is some kind of spook tease?

- Do you trust him? Your handler?

The FBI guy I saw you with, do you trust him?

- How do you know he's FBI?

How do you know he's my handler?

- A few years ago, that'd be a question

you'd already know the answer to.

- Yeah, a few years ago,

you and I were on the same team, according to you.

- Well, obviously, times have changed.

(dramatic music)

Watch your back.

(dramatic suspenseful music)

- [Anne] He kept calling me Andy.

- What makes you think he was telling the truth?

- A feeling.

I think I did know him, I just don't know from where.

Besides, why would he make all that up?

- To test you, to see what you remember?

(people chattering)

- Guess what? - What?

- I traced him through Prague and Berlin.

He was telling the truth.

He's in the trade, Sean, or was.

It took me a while to break down those walls,

but that guy has got ops from Sudan

to Kuala Lumpur and back.

We're talking serious skill sets there.

- What the hell are we into here?

- Way, way over my pay grade, buster.

(suspenseful music)

- Maybe he's the guy who taught me how to drive.

- [Sean] Thomas Hale?

Special Agent Sullivan. FBI.

You were in a restaurant in Georgetown a few days ago,

saw an old friend there.

- (chuckles) Don't recall.

- Okay, let's make this easy.

She did this while you were staring at her.

I don't think she even realized what she was doing,

but you did, I saw you clock it.

Was just an instinct on her part,

but there it is, trade craft 101.

An old signal between you, right?

What is it, a call-off,

a prompt for another meeting, what?

- Why don't you ask her?

- I did. She can't remember.

- So she says.

- [Sean] She said you called her Andy.

- That was her name.

At least it was on the job we worked.

Andrea Harris.

- And what job was that?

- Look, you seem like a smart guy.

Be smart, okay?

You got issues, go through channels,

because frankly, I'm drawing a blank here.

- [Sean] She said you acted

like you might have cared about her once.

- And what about you?

You care about her, or are you just looking

for a little career advancement?

- I think someone's out there that doesn't want her

to remember something,

and maybe that someone has done something to her

to make sure she doesn't.

- It's an ugly world. - And call me crazy,

but I hate it when the bad guys win, how 'bout you?

Come on, please.

- You got a computer? - Yeah. A couple dozen.

- How's your hacking skills?

- They could use some practice.

- Okay, here's the thing.

Could be something, could be nothing.

The Lethe River Project.

(elevator dings)

The best I can do, pal.

Have a nice life.

(mysterious music)

(phone beeps)

(dramatic music)

(phone ringing)

- Hello?

- Anne, it's Meredith Crick.

Miles just called. We have a situation here.

I'm sending men to pick you up.

(suspenseful music)

(door clicking) (computer beeping)

We had a subject who was in a coma.

He died, and we think that the child

that he kidnapped is still alive.

We need you to remember where she is.

- Where's Sean?

- [Meredith] We're trying to reach him.

(knuckles rapping)

- Anne?

(knuckles rapping)

Anne?

Anne?

(cell phone ringing)

Hey, what'd you find out?

- Well, this was definitely worth

passing up "The Closer" for.

What do you know about MK Ultra?

- Uh, it was the codename for a DOD research program, right?

- Real creepy stuff, Sean.

Mind control, electroconvulsive therapy,

hallucinogens, induced amnesia.

- Okay, you've got my attention.

- The program went dark

after a congressional investigation

made its existence public.

But as we all know, old government programs never die,

they just rename themselves.

- The Lethe River Project.

- Meet the new boss. Same as the old boss.

How good's your Greek mythology?

- You're kidding, right?

- The Lethe, it's the River of Oblivion in the underworld.

The dead drink its waters to forget their earthly existence,

the operative word being forget.

- Let me guess, the people running Lethe River

are MK Ultra alumni.

- [Cindy] These guys appear to have their fingers

in every weird pie around,

but mostly they're in the cleaning business.

- Hmm, someone knows something they shouldn't.

Someone's seen something they weren't supposed to.

Someone doesn't need to remember

something they've done or been told.

- Give the man a gold star.

And now, for the grand prize, can you guess

who used to be one of Lethe River's primary operatives?

- Meredith Crick.

(dramatic music)

- It's just like the last time.

Okay? Start to relax.

You should be feeling drowsy.

Don't fight it.

Just let your mind go.

- Just let yourself go.

(dramatic suspenseful music)

- What are you doing here?

- Just came by to make sure everything went down

the way you said it would.

Do you wish to say anything before we begin?

- I told you I would handle this.

In a few moments, she won't know night from day.

Everyone will assume that her mind collapsed from stress.

(gun clicking)

What's that?

- Insurance.

(gun firing) (Meredith grunts)

I hate loose ends.

(ominous music)

It's a shame, really.

You're one of the best intelligence operatives

I ever ran.

I should have known that you'd have figured out

that we're still doing these memory experiments.

I wanted you on the team, but you were,

why, you, you were you.

I was just a little too righteous.

I hated to lose you.

But I just couldn't take the chance that,

that you'd expose us.

(dramatic suspenseful music)

You were supposed to be like everybody else,

just wiped clean, blank slate.

Meredith, she had other ideas.

She was a good salesman.

(door buzzes)

(dramatic suspenseful music)

- You staged everything.

My murder conviction, my execution.

- Well, you fit the bill.

You're a twofer, I mean,

we, we could erase everything you knew about Lethe River,

and then Crick gets her lab rat.

Unfortunately, her experiment

had a rather nasty side effect.

Insanity.

And you lost control,

you killed her, then you killed yourself.

It's a tragedy, really.

(dramatic suspenseful music)

- Tell me my name. Tell me my real name.

Who was I?

(gun cocking)

(Anne grunting)

(blows thudding) (both groaning)

(blows thudding) (both groaning)

(dramatic music)

(elevator dings)

(blows thudding) (both groaning)

(dramatic suspenseful music)

(blows thudding) (both groaning)

Tell me who I am!

Where I lived, where I came from! Tell me!

- (grunting) Or what?

Or what, you're gonna kill me?

Two are just dead and you're the last man standing.

How are you gonna explain that?

Who's gonna tell you then?

Take a good look at the only person

who knows your true identity.

Every trace of you has been erased.

It's as if you never existed.

You're staring at your only chance

of ever knowing who you really are.

- Tell me.

(dramatic suspenseful music)

(gun firing)

Sean!

You can't die! You can't die!

You can't die, you're gonna live,

you're gonna tell me who I am, you son of a bitch!

You can't die! - Anne, he's gone.

He's gone. - No, he's not!

- Anne! - He's gonna live!

- Anne, come on. - He's gonna tell me.

- Come on. - He's gonna tell me who I am.

- It's okay, it's okay. - He's gone. (sobbing)

- It's okay.

He's gone.

(somber music)

(pensive music)

(engine puttering)

(pensive music)

Figured I'd find you here.

- I keep hoping something will come back,

something that will trigger a memory, a word,

anything to help me remember who I was.

- We can't find any record that you ever worked for Ross,

or anyone else, for that matter.

No birth cert, no social, driver's license, nothing.

- What about Lethe River?

- Dried up without a trace.

There's no evidence

of your murder conviction, your imprisonment.

The entire legend they created for you has been erased.

Like none of it ever happened.

- Like I never happened.

(pensive music)

I never thanked you, by the way.

- For what?

- For saving my life.

(gentle music)

- We can't give you back your past, Anne,

but you do have a future.

- Yeah, with other people's memories as a consolation prize.

- There's no saying we can't keep trying to find out

who you were.

Are.

- We?

(throat clearing) I hate it when the bad guys win.

Especially when they're supposed to be the good guys.

(gentle music)

I'll wait for you outside.

(dramatic music)

(mysterious music)

(suspenseful music)

(suspenseful music)

(suspenseful music)

(suspenseful music)

(dramatic music)

(suspenseful music)

(dramatic music)

(mysterious music)

(dramatic music)

(dramatic music) (electricity crackling)