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From the very beginning,

we have wondered
how life began.

What our purpose is
and where we are headed.

We have struggled
to understand time,

matter, the infinite universe,

who we are
and if we are alone.

Great minds have imagined
the most wonderful

and the most terrifying answers
to these questions.

We invite you to join us
on this great expedition.

Almost done.

Are there events
so impossible to forget

that they become too
painful to remember?

Forgot to shave this morning.

Sorry to hear that, Doctor.

Gail?

This is hard, Deanna.

Let's see if I can make it easier.

The cancer has metastasized.

H.E.R.-2s are through the roof,

and treatment prospects are poor.

Sorry.

It's not your fault, Charles.

Feels like it is somehow.

So what do you think,
three to four months?

Sure.

You're a better doctor
than you are a liar.

See you next time.

If I can work it in.

Come in.

I'm not sure I'm in the right place.

You are. Please sit down.

Want some water?

No, I'm...

Did I have an appointment?

You're right on time.

I pride myself on that...
being punctual.

It's a lost art.

I've always said so.

And you are?

Dr. Evans.

This is... a hospital?

May I ask you some questions?

The nurse's station.
They directed me.

I'd like to start
with a little game.

Game? What sort of game?

I want you to watch
what I'm doing.

Are you going
to make that disappear?

What's under the handkerchief?

Can we place a bet on it?

Not this time.

Let's see. A paperweight?

Wonderful.

There.

You're not recording this, are you?

- Would that matter to you?
- I simply want to know.

Matter of common courtesy.

You're being dig'ed.

These are cameras, are they not?

You're very observant.

I'm being observed.

We're both being observed.

Do you like it here?

Well, honestly, I haven't been here
long enough to form an opinion.

How long have you been here?

Tell me...

what you were doing
before you got here.

Before I...

I was at work.

And where do you work?

I.S.T. worldwide.

That's a technology company.

- That's correct.
- Government work?

- Pentagon.
- And what do you do there?

I run the company.
I suspect you know that.

Well, why do you assume I know?

It's hardly a secret.

What we work on...
That's another matter.

Something you can't discuss.

Suffice it to say that we're

an indispensable part
of this nation's defense.

Well, I wouldn't want you
to compromise

any state secrets.

Confidentiality is part
of your work, too, Doctor...

Doctor/patient privilege
and all that hokum.

Excuse me.

so your job seems
quite important...

Lucrative, too, I guess.

That's a little personal.

I could retire before I turn 45,
but I doubt that I will.

What about your family?

- What about them?
- Children?

Look, for the life of me,
I don't know what you're getting at,

but for the record, I have
been married for 13 years.

My wife is named Dorothy.

I have 2 children...
Margaret, 12, and Peter, 7.

We live in
a 10,000-square foot colonial.

I drive a 2-seater.

I'm a Redskins
season ticket holder.

I don't eat quiche,

and I loathe pointless small talk.

- What's your name?
- You obviously know my name.

I'm Robert Havelmann.

Is there anything else
you'd like to know?

- Lots.
- Am I being interrogated?

Is that what's going on?

What's under the handkerchief?

How in god's name should I know?

- How old are you?
- This is absurd.

It's a simple question.

I'm 41 years old.
How old are you, dDctor?

What year is this?

- Are you seriously asking-
- Year, Mr. Havelmann.

It's 2007. Maybe you should
pop for a desk calendar.

So it's 2007,
and you're 41 years old.

- That's what I said.
- Take a look in the mirror.

- What?
- Please.

The mirror.

My god!

What have you done to me?

What did you do to me?!

But you agree
there's no significant change.

You watched.
Did you see any sign of progress?

The old man is losing
his patience with us.

How does he think I feel?

Maybe
we ought to try another tack.

I need more time.

Thanks. So you still think
there's a chance he'll remember?

I don't think he's forgotten.

On some level, he knows.

You'll have a hard time
convincing Geslow of that...

- Or me, for that matter.
- That's why I need more time.

Just a few more sessions.
I know I can break through.

You know how much
I respect your work...

You think
I've lost my objectivity.

Presumes you had it
in the first place.

Not with Havelmann, anyway.

- That's not even the point.
- Then what is the point?

Accountability. The truth.

He can't just keep pretending
to disappear into the ether like this.

Two number twos, nice and hot.

- There you go. Enjoy.
- Thanks.

So what should I tell Geslow?

Buy me a week.

He wants closure on this.

Not as much as I do.

Deanna, there are so many other
people here who need you...

People in pain,
people who've lost hope...

Lives you could be saving.

You're a gifted Doctor, and...

Well, I honestly think
you're throwing away

the chance to make a difference.

I care about these people.

That's why I'm doing this.

I'm doing this for them.

I need one more week.

I am so over vegetable lasagna.

Hold on here.

Oh! Behind you!

- Will!
- Gotcha!

Over here! Gotcha!

No, you got my shirt.
That doesn't even count.

No, no, no, no.
He got you. He got you.

I got you. Oh.

Will, be careful.

Come on! Hi, Dad!

Oh! You got me.

That's because you're it.

Come in.

- Hello?
- Mr. Havelmann.

They told me down the hall...

Come in.

What can I do for you?

I thought we could have a talk.

I'm sorry. Have we met?

Dr. Evans.

I was due for a checkup...
annual thing.

- Is that why I'm here?
- You tell me.

You're what kind
of doctor, exactly?

A psychiatrist.

Then I'm definitely
in the wrong office.

I don't think so.

What's this about?

I think you can answer that,
Mr. Havelmann.

It's pierce.

It's that S.O.B. Pierce.
Am I right?

Niles!

Not now, Jerry.
We're late already.

- I need your support.
- Yeah. Always.

Tell me I got you in my corner.

Yeah, yeah, always.
Let's get to that meeting.

I'm going after Havelmann.

I thought we agreed the strategy
was to let him self-destruct.

We can't wait for that.

I don't think it'll be long.
The man's a ticking bomb.

He's a lot smarter than you think.

You give him way too much credit.

He canned Seidman this morning.

He smells rebellion
in the ranks.

He's dangerous to us...
to this company.

We have to move now.

We wait till we go public,
He consolidates his power.

You take your shot, Jerry.

I will not be joing you
in this suicide expedition.

- Niles...
- Say what you like about Roberts.

He has friends in high places.

We all have friends
in high places.

Happy hunting.

I need to know
if I can count on you

to help me take
this son of a bitch down.

Jerry pierce was
my right-hand man

until he made a very
serious miscalculation.

- What happened?
- He went off the reservation.

Let's call it an aborted coup.

- But you stopped him.
- I fired him, yes.

But I don't know
if that stopped him.

- Because?
- Because I'm here, aren't I?

Somebody is still gathering
information against me.

Do I detect a little note
of paranoia?

You don't know the corporate
world very well, do you, Doctor?

- No, suppose I don't.
- It's not going to work.

I built I.S.T.

I have a game plan.

I'm not about to see it derailed.

You believe strongly
in maintaining your objectives.

That's what it's all about.

You chart a course,
and then you stick to it.

No... self-doubt?

As a leader,
first thing you learn...

Inconsistency

invites disrespect.

Respect.
That's important to you.

Respect, honor,

loyalty, old-fashioned values...

All in painfully short supply
these days, I'm afraid.

How would you describe your values?

The fundamentals...

God, the family, Constitution,

- doing what's right.
- What's right.

It's not a dirty word, Doctor.

No. No.

If we ent a little more time

protecting the fundamentals,

we wouldn't be as vulnerable
to our enemies.

Sounds like a man
ripe for politics.

Don't laugh. I've thought about
throwing my hat in the ring...

State legislature.

Of course, there's a little
empire-building to take care of first.

You're an ambitious man.
Is that fair to say?

I only want what's due me.

I think we both want that.

- I'm sorry?
- Let's just drop the charade,

Mr. Havelmann.
It's really getting old.

You make it sound
as if we've met before.

Imagine that.

Look, whatever this is about,

we've got ten minutes
to conclude it.

I'm due at my daughter's school
at 11:00.

She's in a play, and I promised
dorothy I wouldn't miss it.

Promises like that...
they mean a lot to you?

If you had children,
you'd understand.

If I had children?

I had two children,
Mr. Havelmann...

A boy and a girl,
just like you.

Only I don't have them anymore,

because somebody killed them.

You killed them.

You killed my babies!

We ran Havelmann through
the synaptical scanner.

That's digned to detect
brain abnormalities, am I right?

For the most part, yes.

But I had them adapt
the program in a way I believe

amounts to
a very sophisticated lie detector.

And let me guess.

This proves that he's lying.

No, not definitively,

- but it does prove that there's...
- But what? What? Deanna...

You've been banging your head
against the same wall for a year.

Don't you see what he's doing?

He's hiding.

He's cocooned himself
into a dream world.

I don't know what's crazier,
him taking refuge inside his head

- or you thinking that this matters.
- But there are moments.

It's almost like he's reaching out,

as if he senses
a whole different reality.

Oh, come on.

You just have to talk to him.
He's lost his mind.

It's not as if he hasn't
already paid the price.

He has to be held accountable.

He can't just get off scot-free.

You have until the end of the week.
Then we put this thing to rest.

It's wednesday.
That's only 2 more days. Warren,

if I push him too hard,
we might never get him back.

Deanna, we have to move on.

We can't afford

to endlessly tie up
ouresources on Havelmann.

You know the difference between us?

You've given up.

I haven't.

I haven't.

My, uh...

My colleagues...

think they have a possible diagnosis
of your condition.

My condition?

I wasn't aware I had a condition.

They think you exhibit
symptoms remarkably similar

to Korsakoff's syndrome.

You ever heard of that before?

No doubt there was
an "Oprah" devoted to it.

Korsakoff's syndrome
is a rare form of memory loss.

There was a famous case
back in the 1970s.

A marine sergeant
by the name of Arthur Briggs...

He was in his late 50s,

good health, generally.

But somehow he lost
his memory of any event

which occurred to him
after September

1944.

I don't know
what this has to do with me.

I remember everything
that happened to me

right up until the time
I walked into this room.

And that's precisely
what Briggs told his doctors.

And to prove it, he told them
that world war ii was going strong,

that his unit was being
deployed to the Philippines,

- and that he was 20 years old.
- Fascinating.

Couldn't rember anything that happened
to him for longer than 40 minutes.

He was permanently stuck in 1944.

Very distressing, no doubt.

Now can weet on with it?
Where's the questionnaire?

What questionnaire?

That's why I'm here, isn't it?

To answer questions like,
do I sometimes feel

as if there were
a tight band around my head?

And do I agree
with the statement

that these days I don't believe
we have much to hope for?

- Oh. Do you?
- Do I what?

Believe we have much to hope for?

I'm not going to be forced
from my position

by a handful of young turks

who don't know cutting-edge
from cutting farts.

Your colleagues
didn't send you here.

Then who did?

I envy you, Mr. Havelmann.

- You don't even know me.
- You never have to grow old.

You never have to watch
your friends die.

You can still enjoy
the music you love,

the pleasures of a good meal,
good sex.

- You'll always be 41 years old.
- Not in 4 months, I won't.

You can create misery,

but you don't have to feel it.
You made a clean escape.

I don't have to put up with this.

You don't have to put up
with any of it.

That's what's remarkable
about your deception.

You are blissfully insulated
from who you are,

from what you've done, or maybe,

just maybe,

it's just what
you want us to believe.

Go to hell.

What was the weather like
this morning?

Do I really need to tell you?

It was
a glorious spring morning.

68 degrees.

Red buds on the trees.

- Is that so?
- Good day.

Take a look out
the window before you go.

That's not possible.

I've been very careful
with you up to now.

But that wall
between you and your memory

is coming down.

There's nothing wrong
with my memory.

No, nothing,

except that little ellipsis...

the 24 years that are missing.

To...

this morning.

I don't remember
discussing this morning.

That's... of course.
We're beyond our window.

Your attention span,
it's shorter than sergeant Briggs'.

Who's sergeant Briggs?

Never mind. This morning.
Tell me about this morning.

I got up at 6:30,
just like every morning.

Dorothy made me breakfast...

oatmeal, one slice of ham.

I kissed the children.
I picked up my briefcase.

You were going to the office?

Of course. Where else would I...

But you wound up here...

at the...

hospital.

All right, I did.

How did you get here?

If you know the damn answer,
then tell me.

The answer
is you were already here.

That's absurd.

What do you remember
before walking into this room?

There was a nurses' station.
I got directions.

There's no nurses' station.

I'm quite certain. I...

There is... no...

nurses' station.

All right, I...

I could be wrong about that.

Maybe we're finally
making some headway.

I'm glad you see it.

The technology your company
supplies to the government...

You don't like talking about that.

I'm forbidden from
discussing the details

of our proprietary patents.

Okay, well,
you have my permission.

Really.

All right.

We managed a breakthrough
in impulse beam weaponry.

Satellite delivery,
intelligent targeting.

- Intelligent targeting?
- That's right.

Ah, I bet that's winning you
some points on the hill.

It never hurts to have the support

of those who control
the purse strings.

Actually,
you might be happy to know

that you sold your interest
in the company

for nearly a billion dollars in 2009.

Is that so?

You cashed in
your political chits as well...

to run for a seat in
the maryland state legislature.

Maybe you could tell me
who to bet on

in the world series in 2010.

Oh, 2010?

If I'm not mistaken,
it's the braves in six.

You are a deeply disturbed woman.

You have no idea.

So how does the fairy tale end,
Mother Goose?

- Get your hands up.
- That's my wrap.

- Did you wash these?
- I don't want that.

What? You told me you wanted a...

No! Not mine.

- Did you wash these hands?
- Look, look, look.

- Now he took mine.
- Easy.

Why does he get chicken?

Sir.

Major, we're at defcon one.

- Defcon one?
- You've been ordered to the bunker.

I'm gonna decline.

It's not about saving you, Major.
It's not your call one way or the other.

We're not launching?
It hasn't come to that?

You'll be briefed at the appropriate
time. Now get in the vehicle.

well, I'm not going alone.
I'm gonna take my family...

My children, my husband.
We just need an hour.

You don't have an hour,
and even if you did,

there's no provision
for you bringing anyone.

Now please get in the vehicle.
discussion is over.

- Mom? Mom!
- Deanna!

That's how it started...

An international crisis.

Not the first, certainly,

but it was the last.

If you have a shred
of decency in you, Dr. Evans...

It's Major Evans.
I work for the NSA.

Whoever you are,

I just want to go home.

Is that asking too much?

You don't have a home.

None of us do.
Our homes are gone.

Our families are gone.

Anything that ever mattered to us...

is gone.

You're talking in circles.

I- I don't know
where we are anymore.

Well, then I'll tell you...

We're stuck here,

1,000 meters under a hillside

in Virginia.

That doesn't make any sense.

I don't care
what year you say it is.

You just showed me
the view out of that window.

It's quite obvious.
We're not underground!

It's not a real window.

It's a projection,
a digital display.

Then you admit,

you have been
playing with my mind!

We're not underground!
It's not winter!

Oh, it's winter, all right...
Nuclearwinter.

That was a view
from a robotic camera

3,000 feet above us.

Welcome to the apocalypse,
Mr. Havelmann.

I am going to see
my daughter's play.

I am going
to see my family now.

And I'm going to report you

as unconscionably abusive
to your patients.

Your family is dead,
Mr. Havelmann.

That is a horrible thing to say!

Not as horrible
as the way they died.

This has gone far enough.
You're a lunatic.

I just saw my wife
less than two hours ago!

And so you've been telling me
for ten months.

Game's over, Havelmann.

You never showed any pity.
Why should you get any?

You're not a doctor
at all, are you?

Deanna,
what the hell are you doing?

Deanna, put the gun down.

Deanna, please, just put it...

Nobody's gonna save you now.
Nobody.

- Now where were we?
- Somebody help me!

You will remember,

Mr. Havelmann,

or you'll die trying.

I had a feeling something
like this might happen.

- What you gonna do?
- Find a way to that room and stop her.

- What do you expect me to do?
- There is an alternative.

What are you talking about?

You could let things
take their course.

Maybe she isn't the only one
who's cracked under the pressure.

Justice would be served,
one way or the other.

The justice of naked revenge?

Is there another kind left?

I don't believe you.

Not a single thing
you've said.

Then I suppose that puts us
on equal footing,

except that I can prove
that what I'm saying is true.

Fine.
Then by all means, prove it.

- Just put down the...
- Get back!

That's New York.

Former population, 11.3 million.

No survivors.

That's Tokyo.

Sao Paulo.

Beijing.

And that's London...

Eight hours after the bombs hit.

The first few weeks,

we had reports
of pockets of survivors

in Central America,
North Africa, Australia.

But we lost contact with them.

As of now, we're not sure
if there's any more

than 871 people alive,

all inside this bunker.

You're asking me to believe
that I left home this morning,

kissed my wife and kids

and then stepped through
some kind of time tunnel

into a post-nuclear holocaust?

You're not listening to me,
Mr. Havelmann.

You never really did hear me,
did you?

You couldn't even hear
your own experts

when it might have
made a difference.

We have a potential problem
with the I.B.-8, sir.

What sort of problem?

It may be more...

More powerful
than we intended it to be.

We're designing the weapons
system of the future, Nate.

The more powerful, the better.
Or am I missing something here?

Group 5 ran the beta
through 10,000 sims.

Every possible scenario,

including the targeting
of nuclear sites,

missiles, power plants.

And?

We think the beam
could unintentionally trigger

all fissionable material
within a radius of 60 miles.

You think, or you know?

We're not certain,
but given the danger...

- Of course.
- The potential...

I- I mean, if we don't solve this...

I'll read this immediately.

Mansur blew the whistle,
didn't he?

You had ample warnings.

You just wouldn't heed them.

There was a timetable in place.

A timetable.

Do you think the competion
calls a time-out?

- So you ignored the warnings?
- Of course not.

We tweaked the design.
We built in safeguards,

but we didn't veer off course.

Right and now
you're looking at the result.

You're showing me a simulation
to manipulate-

It's not a simulation.

- There's a sea of corpses-
- How stupid do you think I am, Major?

You're not stupid.

No one ever suggested
you're stupid.

There've always been
people like you, Major...

People who don't understand

that progress is our birthright,

that the greatest danger is...

that we shackle our genius
as a people.

If it had been up to you,

you would've outlawed
electricity,

the automobile,
the personal computer.

Oh, maybe I would've.

There. You've proved my point.

One day, it's the greenhouse effect,

and then the next day,
we're poisoning the oceans.

You live in a world
of paralyzing fears

and irrational paranoia.

If we surrender to that fear,

we might as well
be back in the cave.

We are back in the cave.

I'll give you points
for cleverness, Major.

You really had me going there.

So what are you going to do,
Mr. Havelmann?

Are you going to walk out
into the crisp, blue sunshine

and congratulate yourself

for making the world safe
for democracy?

I think I've earned
a certain measure of contentment.

Well, it pains me
to disappoint you,

but you're not going
to walk out of here.

By my watch, you have
less than ten minutes

before you cycle back
to square one,

before you tell me
we've never met before.

Oh, I hardly think I could
forget you, Major Evans.

You know,

maybe I should put a hole
through your brain right now.

The threat alone
could end your career.

If I picked up the phone
right now,

you'd be toast.

Really?

Who would you call?

I think it's fair to say
I've accrued some friends

you would not
want to tangle with...

Frankly, some of the most
important people in washington.

Mr. Havelmann,

you are the most important person
in Washington.

I've made my contributions,
certainly,

but there are a couple
of hundred movers and shakers

who might take issue
with your assessment,

not to mention
the man in the oval office.

Mr. Geslow took over
shortly after we arrived

due to your diminished capacities,

but he was never sworn in.

You were,

and still are,

President
of the United States.

It's designed
to be impervious to attack.

It's the President's safe room
in case the facility is breached.

There's no way
we can bust in there?

Not without the kind of firepower that
would put the whole facility at risk.

There's got to be
something we can do.

There are 4 inches
of case-hardened steel.

- So?
- We could use plasma torches.

- It could take some time.
- Do it.

We're in the President's office

at the strategic
emergency command bunker.

You should've made things
a little more spartan

if you wanted me
to believe that.

The appointments are all yours,
Mr. President.

Lavish, self-indulgent,

personalized.

If I'm the president
what does that make you,

the secretary
of assassination?

I was your psychiatrist.

You shared the most intimate

details of your life with me.

And I cared about you, sir.

You know what's crazy?

Part of me,

even after all you've done,

part of me still does.

I ordered a retaliatory strike,
is that it?

It was a preemptive strike.

You went against the advice
of virtually all your advisors,

including...

your Vice President.

You attacked with I.B's...

First time they'd ever been used.

The one-minute war,
you called it.

The I.B. is a deterrent.

Who would've...

What are you saying happened?

You wound up
triggering nuclear explosions

from the Caspian sea
to the Persian gulf.

Six countries answered in kind.

And then...

Well...

all hell broke loose.

Why are you doing this, Major?

Is it possible you're actually
a patient in this hospital?

More pictures.

I told you
your family didn't make it.

They were at the western
white house at the time.

You had the arrogance to think
they wouldn't be in danger.

What the hell is this?

You had a robotic camera
deployed

before the Korsakoff
tightened its grip on you.

What kind of sick joke is this?

You watched this footage.

I was in the room when you did.

You cried like a baby.

That's Dorothy's ring.

Who gave you this?

The remote found an inscription.

It also confirmed her D.N.A.

Do I need to show you the children?

Oh, god.

Is it coming back now?

What do you remember,
Mr. President?

- I have to know.
- All of it!

All of it!

Do you remember
ordering the strikes?

I believed in what I was doing!

Protect the country,

protect our way of life,
protect the democracy.

I had a duty...

A sworn obligation.

Of course, there'd be consequences!

You can't succumb

to emotion!

Reports...

Three million dead...

40 million...
A billion...

Numbers...
Incomprehensible numbers...

I considered the options.

I thought things through.

I... didn't back down.

I believed in what I was doing!

The democracy,

the nation you protected...

It prevailed.

It's 871 strong.

Mission accomplished,
Mr. President.

There was reason, Robert...

A reason for what must seem
like my unspeakable cruelty.

The people will survive.

The world will start again.

And they will look back
to this moment

and they'll be reminded

that none of us

can surrender our individual
responsibility.

Not those who lead,

not those who follow.

It's all we have, sir.

It's all we'll ever have.

We still have audio,
but we lost picture.

It's time now.

I wish there was another way.

Please.

Good-bye, Mr. President.

Deanna...

You can't do this.

Come in.

Hello.

Is this where I'm supposed to be?

Yes.

Please sit down.

I hope this doesn't take long.

I've got to be
at my daughter's school at 11:00.

My wife will kill me
if I'm late.

When the fate of so many
rests in the hands of so few,

can the failure to be
accountable ever be forgiven?