All language subtitles for UNFORGETTABLE - S02 E04 - Memory Kings (720p - AMZN Web-DL)

Time's running out.

Ray Allen for
three at the buzzer.

Yes! Oh!

Heat win by two.

Carmelo with a running hook!

CARRIE: You're forgetting.

I hit the Red Sox on Wednesday.

Plus, I nailed that
three-team parlay

of the A's, Jays and the
Reds on Friday, right?

Which would put
my new total at...

See, that is a very
nice number, Zeke.

All right, give me the
Mets tonight, two times.

Okay.

Bye.

That was my bank.

Your bank's not like my bank.

Oh, you have no idea.

So what do we got?

Old guy took a noser
from the 12th floor.

Eliot has us out here

because he's
some big-shot doctor

on the faculty at Algonquian.

What's his name?

Uh, hold on.

Lustig. Eugene Lustig.

LUSTIG: "So while we will always

"gaze ahead with wonder

"at the great uncharted
terrain of the future,

"I believe it will
soon be possible,

"by unlocking the
secrets of memory,

"to turn our gaze behind us

"and bathe in new sunlight

the hidden
landscapes of our past."

Thank you.

MAN: I'm so sorry, folks,

Dr. Lustig has
another engagement.

Thank you so much for coming.

LUSTIG: Bye-bye.
Take care. Thanks.

CARRIE: Dr. Lustig. Hi.

I'm sorry, Dr. Lustig
has a plane to catch.

Dr. Lustig, I just need to
talk to you for one minute.

"Thank you for your
kind words, Chancellor.

"It's great to be back
at my alma mater

"under such a bluebird sky.

"30 years ago,

"when the late Professor
Ed Hartung introduced me

to the mysteries of
the human memory..."

This is the speech I
gave at Cornell last week.

It hasn't been published yet.

Did someone give you a copy?

No.

I think I'll, uh,
catch a later flight.

Jo?

Hi.

I saw him speak at the Y.

He was very impressive.

Yes, he was.

WEBSTER: Came down 12 stories.

Pushed, jumped

or fell... that is the question.

In my opinion,

his injuries are
consistent with a high fall,

but anything else,
tomorrow will tell.

Did they, um... did
they see anything?

The landing, not the dismount.

Al, I-I knew him.

It was 2004.

Year and a half
after... I quit the force.

Quit you.

I was a wreck.

I mean, every, uh...

every bad thing that
had ever happened to me,

every mistake I had ever made

was running in
my head on a loop.

Like a swarm of bees.

And then I heard about

this neurologist,
Eugene Lustig, and...

So I tracked him down.

I figured, you know, why not...

donate my body to
science before I was dead?

Maybe in the process,
I wouldn't crack up.

Then I-I joined
a research group,

with five other people.

The first of what
became known as.

Highly Superior
Autobiographical Memory.

HSAM.

Were you still in
touch with him?

No, not for years. It's...

Gene Lustig is the
reason I didn't crack up.

Not exactly lived-in.

You'd expect a
few books at least.

Know if he was married?

He was.

Getting divorced, actually.

I just talked to the neighbor.

She said Lustig
moved in a month ago

after breaking up with his wife.

Neighbor know him well?

It occurred to me,
but she says no.

But she did say
Lustig was having

a bunch of health problems,

was down in the dumps lately.

And judging by how
clean this place is...

No sign of struggle
or forced entry...

Kind of makes you wonder.

What are you saying.

You find a suicide note?

Any kind of drugs
for depression?

No, but, you know,
still doesn't mean...

Then I'm not buying it.

AL: Railing's too high.

We can cross off "accident."

WEBSTER: came down 12 stories.

Pushed, jumped or fell...

There was a
geranium right there.

There was a plant.

How you got
geranium, I don't know.

Because I saw it down below.

Bits of clay, dirt...

Gene's attacker...

rushes him and throws him over,

but Gene grabs
on to the railing.

So in order to break his grip,

the attacker picks up
the first thing he can find,

and... smash.

The flower pot goes over, too.

We don't know the flower
pot is connected to this,

we don't know how many
people were involved,

we don't know for
sure he didn't jump.

We'll get Webster on it,

and CSU will take a
look at the clay fragments.

I knew Gene Lustig.

He was one of the most
positive, vibrant people

I have ever met.

He gave me hope when I had none,

and that's not easy to do.

He didn't commit suicide.

Three fingers are broken,

each between the first
and second knuckle.

Also...

I found topsoil in his scalp
and under his shirt collar.

Absent your flower pot
theory, I came up with nothing.

His neighbor said he had
some kind of health problems.

Did you find anything? Oh.

Jumped right out at me.

He had cancer.

Cancer?

Mm-hmm.

See those little white dots?

Radioactive tubes.

Brachytherapy.

Prostate cancer.

Exactly. Treated early,

the success rate is...
95% after 15 years.

So then that would
not be a reason

for him to jump off a balcony.

Right.

Oh, Carrie, I'm so sorry.

Al told me you knew him.

Were you his student?

More like his object of study.

I can't imagine
you being a lab rat.

I was difficult.

I tried to chew through
the bars on my cage.

Look, I know I'm not
the detective on this,

but I'm with you.

Your friend had help
going over that balcony.

Carrie! Oh.

: Sorry, I didn't
mean to startle you.

Hi. That's okay.

May I call you Carrie?

Yeah, sure, sure.

Great. Come on.

I want to tell you all about

this little study I've
dreamed up. Okay.

No needles, no
electrodes, I assure you.

Oh, well, that's...
that's a relief.

Just simple questions
to gauge the capacity

of your marvelous mind.

I don't know about "marvelous."

Save the modesty
for Terry Gross.

This is science.

Next week, I want to
have you meet the others.

Others?

Yeah, the other study subjects.

Oh, did you think
you were alone?

It's okay.

You can go.

I'll take good care of him.

Thanks, Jo.

Nothing on the surveillance
video from Lustig's building.

The camera in the lobby
shows him entering alone.

No cameras at all in
the basement or garage.

Any prints off the flower pot?

CSU has to reassemble it first.

We're talking pellets.

I wouldn't hold your breath.

Well, it looks like
the ex-wife's clean.

Friends say the
divorce was amicable,

and she's been in
Europe for five weeks.

So she's out of the picture.

But I wouldn't come to
you without something.

Been digging around
at the university.

Meet Alwyn Pierce.

Assistant Professor of
Neurology at Algonquian.

Former graduate
student of our Dr. Lustig.

Something of a protégé.

Lustig had high
hopes for this lady.

Apparently she
had high hopes, too,

but they never panned out.

According to some of the
faculty members I spoke to,

she was pretty difficult.

Just last month, she
was denied tenure.

How'd she take it?

Not good.

It all blew up at a faculty
meeting a week ago.

She accused Lustig
of rigging the vote.

Did she? She did.

And according to folks at that
meeting, she really went off.

They had to call
campus security.

CARRIE: Alwyn?

Alwyn Pierce?

Carrie Wells. Yeah,
we met years ago,

in Gene's first HSAM study.

Yes, I know. I remember.

Lieutenant Al Burns.

Of course.

You're here because of Gene.

You guys worked
together for a long time.

This must be hard for you.

It is.

AL: Though we understand

you two had your
differences lately.

Perhaps, but
professional squabbles

seem irrelevant
at times like these.

CARRIE: As opposed
to a week ago,

when professional squabbles

led to you being escorted
from a faculty meeting

by four security guards.

I worked with
Gene for ten years.

And I felt I earned his support.

Instead, he blackballed me.

So draw your own conclusions
about our "differences."

Why would he blackball you?

I have no idea.

If he were alive, you
could ask him yourself.

You know, we don't
need to ask him.

According to a transcript
from the tenure committee,

Gene thought your
work displayed...

And I don't think I'm
getting this wrong...

"A shoddy methodology

bordering on fraudulent."

Now, that... that had to hurt.

That was a joke.

Especially since his work

was sloppy and mediocre.

I was a part of Gene's work.

There was nothing
mediocre or sloppy about it.

Where you were between the
hours of 6:00 and 7:00 this morning?

Wait a minute.

I got denied tenure,

and I blame Eugene Lustig,

but I sure as
hell didn't kill him.

You sure as hell didn't
answer my question.

I was asleep, in
my bed, by myself.

You need proof, talk to my cat.

Now, if you'll excuse me,
I have a class to teach.

ELIOT: She make
any physical threats?

"I'll ruin your life.

"You'll regret what you've done.

You'll be sorry."
That sort of thing.

Sounds like my daily staff
meeting at the mayor's office.

Anything else?

Well, we're trying to find
something more concrete,

see if we can work up a
warrant to search her place.

Please, Burns, with
all deliberate speed?

Algonquian University
pumps $9 billion

into this city's
economy every year.

I know, I thought it
was a typo, too. It's not.

Having this on the
front page of The Times

irritates the mayor,
who then irritates me.

That's a lot of irritation.

You need more on this woman,

and you're not
gonna find it here.

Would it help to know
that she's a thief?

Check this out.

I followed up with
campus security.

Got them to give
me all the Neuro Lab

surveillance footage
since that faculty meeting

where Alwyn went off.

2:30 a.m., one day
after the tenure meeting.

Alwyn enters the lab,

and she heads for a
cabinet by Lustig's desk.

She opens the cabinet.

Right there. That box.

Security say she was
authorized to be there?

Definitely not.

That's trespassing.

Forget the search warrant.

Go pick her up. Right.

Alwyn Pierce, I repeat,
this is the NYPD.

MURRAY: Alwyn Pierce?

Alwyn?

Well, we can rule out
your garden-variety robbery.

Money, credit cards, all here.

No sign of forced
entry, no struggle.

She let them in.

Yeah, that's how I read it, too.

Her phone shows one
45-second call at 6:30.

Traces back to a pay phone
at a gas station in Brooklyn.

We'll check for
surveillance cams.

Al?

That's the box Alwyn
took from Lustig's office.

CARRIE: These are tapes
from Gene's HSAM study...

From my HSAM study.

December 3rd was a Friday.

I got off early, so I went

to a 4:30 show of Unbreakable.

With a friend? Alone.

It was at the Syracuse Odeon.

Wow, it was cheap.

It was four bucks.

Any trailers?

Previews. We call them
trailers in New York.

CARRIE: No, I know,
I know what they are.

You all right?

Yeah. It's just weird, you know?

One thing to remember something,

it's another thing to
actually see yourself.

That girl doesn't exist anymore.

Those were tough
years, after Syracuse.

Wish I'd been there to help.

I had to learn to help myself.

Okay, enough of this.

What does it matter if I had
blueberries on my oatmeal

five years, two months,
three weeks ago on a Friday?

Come on, Carrie.

And I didn't.

I had bananas.

Do you see, Gene?

It's relentless!
It doesn't stop!

Carrie, people like
me, our experiences,

all our little joys, just
slip through our fingers.

You get to hold on to them.

You should celebrate that.

I can't let them go!

You keep telling me
how wonderful it is

that I remember everything.

I can't... forget.

There's a difference.

Sometimes you forget.

Never! Once.

Your sister, Rachel.

Would it help you to know why?

Yes.

You're all struggling.

You know Todd?

The loud guy.

He likes to scramble up
big rocks without a rope.

And beautiful, gentle Lena?

She's seen Terms of Endearment,

: Like, 400 times.

Cries her eyes out
every single time.

And you and Ruth,

you like gambling, right? Okay.

High stakes poker,
blackjack? Yes. So?

So, we don't know
the science exactly yet,

but under the influence
of intense experience,

the brain is flooded
with adrenaline.

That's a key building
block of memory.

Too much adrenaline...
it erases memory.

There's a name for it:
psychogenic amnesia.

Kind of like a memory hole?

Exactly.

Jumping off bridges
on a bungee cord,

betting the house on red 22...

the death of a loved one...

The most loved one.

You memory guys
are all risk takers,

adrenaline junkies.

The rush engenders

a little benign forgetting.

So what you're saying...

I'm saying you're
okay, Carrie Wells.

But listen, if in
your leisure hours

you're planning
to play with fire,

just do me a favor, huh?

Don't get burned?

Don't get caught.

Hey, Carrie, you
got any idea why.

Alwyn would have been
tracking your old memory jocks?

I followed up on all
those phone records,

and in the days after
she stole the tapes,

Alwyn contacted Todd Blasingame,
Ruth Meaney and Dale Parsons.

All participants in your
study with Lustig, right?

I don't know why she
didn't call the other three.

Well, Lena committed suicide
a year after the memory study,

Tomas moved to Korea to study

being a Buddhist monk.

Still leaves you.

Maybe she did call.

Your old number in Syracuse.

By now, it would be
assigned to someone else.

The question is: why?

Why did she call?

We got to talk to them.

Stay on those tapes.

I got a feeling we find out

what Alwyn was looking
for, we find our killer.

WOMAN: Hi. May I help you?

Yeah, we're here
to see Dale Parsons.

WOMAN: Oh, he's actually
busy with a client right now.

With you in a sec, Carrie.

Haven't seen this
guy in nine years?

That's why it's called
"highly superior memory," Al.

PARSONS: Sorry.

Got a bear of an audit.

Some clients, they
just never learn.

Carrie Wells.

Love your new look.

So... unencumbered.

Dale Parsons.

Al Burns, NYPD.

Ah, you're here about Alwyn.

Gene, too. So sad.

But I-I read that
that was a suicide.

Do you think that
they're connected?

You know, she
called me last Monday.

Really.

She tried to recruit me for
some follow-up HSAM study.

Chance to make
a name for herself,

I suppose.

She was always
pretty ambitious, Alwyn.

I mean, even as a grad student.

Remember, Carrie, when she
asked Lustig if she could sit in

on Ruth Meaney's
second interview?

Yeah, how could I forget?

January 19, 2004.

It was Monday.

Around 11:15.

11:16.

Fifteen.

If you say so.

I do.

So, Alwyn...
what'd you tell her?

Well, I said, "Please,
get back in a room

with those lemon heads?"

Who you calling a
lemon head, Dale?

Who's got time, anyway?

Did Professor Pierce talk about

her relationship
with Dr. Lustig?

Not a word.

She just said
that she was trying

to update an earlier study.

And like I said, I told
her thanks, but no thanks.

I'd say, "Call if you
remember anything else,"

but I've learned
there's no point.

It's good to see you again,
Carrie, and a pleasure

to meet you, Al, but I must say,

you're not exactly as
Carrie described you.

Mary, can you give me
a hand with the Elderton?

So how is it I came up
in your memory study?

Gene wanted us to
deal with some memories

accompanied by strong emotions.

And how exactly
did you describe me?

Well, I'm not really sure.

You don't remember?

All right, fine.

I may have given you...

a lisp, a wandering eye
and really bad dandruff.

But we had broken
up, and I was mad.

Nice.

Let's go, lemon head.

Hey, Vita Club members,
Todd Blasingame coming at you

from beautiful,
beautiful San Marco Key.

Now, did you know my limited
production Memory Serum contains

the fermented extracts

of over 38 tropical
fruits and berries?

MAN: Cut! All right, guys,
let's reset it back to one.

Lauren, honey, I'm
gonna need a touch-up.

I'm sorry.

So you were asking me
about poor Alwyn Pierce.

Yeah. Did you speak
with her in the last week?

No, but I saw her
name on my call list.

Hundred calls a day,
can't return them all.

Hmm. Any idea
why she was calling?

Thanks, hon. I'm good.

Not a clue.

Go ahead.

Hit me. Hit you?

Yeah, you know,
with the question.

You know, where
was I the night of blah.

Okay. Monday
morning, Tuesday night,

where were you, Mr. Blasingame?

Call me Todd.

Norway.

You were in Norway?

Jus got back this morning.

Have you ever
heard of Trollveggen?

3,600-foot vertical cliff.

Outstanding!

I BASE

So when's the last
time you saw Dr. Lustig?

February 17, 2009. Tuesday.

That was the day I settled

that little nuisance
lawsuit he cooked up.

Hmm, he didn't want
you using his name

in promotion for your
memory products.

JAY: $500,000 in punitive

and lawyer fees, Mr. Blasing...

Sorry. Todd.

Weren't you even a little upset?

You see that?

And I'm not talking
about the beauties.

This uses your body's own energy

to locate areas
that are stressed.

This little puppy has
already made me three mil,

and I haven't even
shipped a one of 'em.

I don't think I'm
upset at anyone.

MAN: Okay, Todd, let's
get another one. Thank you.

You know, I am starting
to understand why

Carrie didn't stay in touch
with these memory folks.

Yeah, you hold on to
everything long enough,

it's easy to forget
anyone else is out there.

From Mr. Blasingame,
with his compliments.

TV ANNOUNCER: And
they're heading to the gates

for race number six.

Number three horse...

Carrie Wells, as
I live and drink.

Ruth Meaney.

Number seven, Rosso Brew,
with jockey Juan Marquez...

Whatever happened to blackjack?

Are you kidding?

My picture's up in every casino

all across the country.

There they go.

And it's Vital Jack
down the inside...

Who you got?

Claire's Knee, number six.

I got no memory
edge for the ponies.

And so what if he
ran 2:11 in the mud

a year ago Tuesday?

Look at him now.

With all the booze and
dope I've sucked up,

you'd think I'd be brain-dead.

No such luck.

Rosso Brew and Vital
Jack are battling it out!

And it is Vital Jack...
Run, you schmuck.

Did you hear about Alwyn?

I'm afraid so, yeah.

Come on.

She claimed Lustig
goosed the results

of the memory tests.

Oh, you know, try to make
it all seem more impressive,

make a bigger splash,
dazzle the world.

He would never do that.

He was a legitimate scientist.

Well, you're telling me.

But Alwyn had an axe to grind.

Now, she asked me

if Lustig ever put
me up to lying.

Well, did he?

Oh, come on, no!

Well, Alwyn thought he did.

Well, that-that would be crazy.

Of course it's crazy.

But... I guess there was someone

who told one big old whopper.

Someone in our group lied?

Who?

Alwyn wouldn't say.

But, um...

Well, it was that one
group session we had

is all I know.

Thank you, Ruthie.

You and me, Carrie,
we could break the bank.

: Ooh.

Make a hell of a team.

Unstoppable, indestructible.

Whoa.

Carrie, what's up?

We have to look at
the group session.

What group session?

There was only one:
January 20, all six of us.

Lustig wanted to see
if we could influence

each other's recollections.

Uh, I'm not seeing it, Carrie.

There's no tape for that day.

Check again; there has to be.

Nope. January 15,
January 19, January 23.

Okay, well, I know

there was a session on
the 20th, which means...

someone stole that tape

from Alwyn's apartment.

What's so important
about that one session?

Alwyn thought someone
lied about a memory.

Whatever is on that tape
got her and Gene killed.

Carrie, what's going on?

Carrie?

We got no witnesses
from the street

or surrounding buildings.

We're looking for footage
from secams, traffic cameras,

anything that might
have picked up the car.

Thanks. Stay on it. Yeah.

ELIOT: So, we know this
group session was taped,

but we don't know what's
on it, and now it's gone?

It's not gone.

WEBSTER: Hold still, please.

My work is so much better
when my patients aren't moving.

We have a copy here.

Yeah, we don't need the tape.

I got it in my memory.

What do you need?

Uh, candles, uh,
what, some music?

No, no, we just...

a stenographer
and a pad of paper

would be great.

You know, it's not a
massage, just remembering.

Great. We'll set you up.

It was the first time
he put us all together...

The only time.

He brought us

all in a room,
sat us in a circle.

All right, everyone,

I am gonna ask
about your memories...

CARRIE: And asked us about
memories from random days.

Uh, the first one was
January 17, 1991.

Tomas said, "That
would've been a Thursday.

I had a history test
and a term paper."

Todd interrupted. It was
the start of Desert Storm.

Right, I was going
to say. And, uh...

"And I was sitting down
to study, but my mom..."

Then Gene asked
about February 11, 1999.

First to Ruth.

Right, of all days.

Sorry? Ruth said,

"Well, just 'cause
after getting killed

on the Villanova game, which..."

I mean, 111 to 85.

Come on. "Come on."

Are we talking basketball?

"What do you think?" Ruth said.

Boomerang chucking?

"Yes, basketball, you egghead."

You egghead.

Lena, "Wouldn't you
know it, they were doing

track work on the
Rock Island Line..."

So I had to have
Peggy drive me in.

Peggy?

That's my niece.

Right away, she starts
coughing. "She starts coughing.

"So I said, 'Forget
Marshall Field's.

We're going straight
to Dr. Rinaldi.'"

"February 11, 1999,

"we got a call about a break-in.

"Little two-story colonial

"with yellow trim down
on Sterling and Coolidge.

"Turns out it was a couple kids

throwing rocks at the
basement windows."

Blasingame, "I mean,
anybody could've told you

the new year was gonna be soft."

So, I turned a profit on
Intel at the open at 63 1/8.

"I rolled it over into..."

June hogs.

Then Gene asked
about... March 6, 1997.

Dale Parsons... A Thursday.

"I'd just read an article
how they're getting

record prices at
auction houses for art."

$68.9 million for a van Gogh.

How is that even possible?

"It's just paint, people.

"And since I happened to
be two blocks from the Met,

I go in that afternoon and
ask, 'What's the most...'"

"expensive painting
that you have in here?"

Did you get an answer?

A Vermeer.

Uh, Young Woman
with a Water Pitcher.

"So I went and had a look
at it, and you know what?"

It's a young woman
with a water pitcher.

Tomas said... I
love that painting.

The Gene asked... Ruth?

I remembered to bring a sweater,

because 1010 WINS...

"was saying a high of 40.

What they didn't..."

Say, the sky was
gonna crack open.

It was Saturday, and
I'd just gotten my first M3.

"3.2 liter,
"passion-red, beautiful.

Got pinched for
doing 48 in a 35 zone."

Which I don't even
consider that speeding.

Gene said, "You're all
amazing." You're all amazing.

Uh, there's pizza
in the next room.

For those who don't like...

"pepperoni, there's
ham and pineapple.

Save me a slice."

And... The end?

The end.

AL: Thank you.

You okay?

Tired, sad.

You are amazing.

JAY: I'm just saying,
this is a ton of memories.

Which, incredible
job, by the way, Carrie,

but if we're gonna
verify each one,

it's gonna take forever.

AL: We know Lustig

was able to do
it. No, he wasn't.

He did random spot-checks.

Yeah, see, but then
how did Alwyn do it?

I mean, we're talking
about random details

about track work on
the Long Island Railroad

in 1988.

The price of lamb chops, 1996.

Fourth race at Roosevelt, 1994.

I don't know.

Now, maybe if she was a
fan of the trotters or something.

Maybe she was.

I mean, maybe Alwyn
found an incorrect memory

in no time at all because
it happened to be

in an area of her expertise.

If it was something
that jumped out at her...

MURRAY: Money,
credit cards, all here.

No sign of forced
entry, no struggle.

She let them in.

AL: Yeah, that's
how I read it, too.

Her phone shows
one 45-second call...

Traces back to a pay phone
at a gas station in Brooklyn.

She and Lustig may
have been fighting,

but she's got a ton
of his books here.

Art.

Alwyn was an art lover.

Books, museum posters...
they were all over her apartment.

PARSONS: Since I
happened to be two blocks

from the Metropolitan
Museum, I go in that afternoon.

Vermeer, A Young
Woman with a Water Pitcher.

Parson said he saw a
Vermeer at the Metropolitan.

Young Woman
with a Water Pitcher.

Maybe he got the museum wrong?

JAY: No, that painting
was at the Met.

My cousin Angie works there.

It's been in the
collection for years.

All right, call her.

My bet is he didn't see it

when he said he
did. March 6, 1997.

Find out if the
museum was closed,

having a private
event, something,

anything.

Hey, Ange, it's me.

You by a computer?

What if Parsons
just got it wrong?

People make mistakes.
No one bats a thousand.

Parsons does.

He scored highest on
all of the objective tests.

He beat me.

If he got it wrong, he's lying.

You rock, Ange. Yep.

March 6, 1997.

Young Woman with a Water Pitcher

was on loan to the
Prado Museum in Madrid.

No way Parsons could've seen it.

He is lying.

And whatever he did that day,

he wants to keep it secret.

He'll kill to keep it secret.

Uh-huh. Jay, check
the crime's database.

March 6, 1997.

Unsolved murders, anything.

Okay, here we go.

Let's look at the
whole tristate area

and unsolved murders.

Widening the
jurisdiction. Got it.

Four unsolved
murders March 6, 1997.

Now, assuming for the
moment that we're not looking

at a gang-related homicide,
that narrows it down to...

Valerie Johnson,
age 21, CUNY student,

found dead in her
car in Farmingdale.

Strangled with clothesline.

Thanks for meeting me, Dale.

If anyone can help us
with this thing, it's you.

No problem. I got a client
right around the corner,

but I think I already told
you everything that I know.

Well, maybe I can learn more

by picking that
extraordinary brain of yours.

Well, you will certainly
learn something.

But probably not about
what you want to know.

March 6, 1997.

Thursday.

Yes, it was.

What were you
doing that afternoon?

Oh, God, you sound like Lustig.

I thought this was about Alwyn.

Well, it is, indirectly.

See, I know what I was
doing that afternoon.

I was buying socks and underwear
at the Syracuse Dress Barn,

which is not the most exciting
or sexy thing in the world,

but at least it's true.

It's not like

the Syracuse Dress
Barn just moved to Madrid.

I'm sorry, what was
the question again?

March 6, 1997.

You told our
group... I'm kidding.

That you were at the Metropolitan...
Oh, group session, boring.

Seeing a painting by Vermeer.

No, I didn't. Yes, you did.

Wow, is that what you remember?

Uh-huh.

Sorry.

No, Carrie, on Thursday
afternoon, March 6,

I was at the 1:45 p.m.
screening of Donnie Brasco

at Lincoln Square Cinema.

Afterwards, I had
sushi at Lenge.

By the time I was finished,

I would've had
exactly nine minutes

to get across town to
the Met before it closed.

So how could I have
seen a Vermeer?

P.S. I don't even like Vermeer.

You said you saw the painting.

It's your memory against mine.

What about the tapes?

Great, check the tape.

You'll see that I am right.

I could always ask Todd, Ruthie.

Sure, ask them.

But why bother?

You have the tape, don't you?

Don't you?

It's just you against me.

I wouldn't take those odds,

but you're the
gambling gal, right?

Are we done?

One more thing, actually.

A little picture for you.

Valerie Johnson. Remember her?

She was a client of yours.

Indeed she was.

I did her taxes for 1996.

Adjusted gross,
$21,380, total take-home,

$25,300.

She got a $408 refund. You
ever take her home, Dale?

I think I liked you better
when you were miserable.

AL: All right.

Thank you.

That was Murray.

She found three more
cases, same M.O.

Young women
strangled with clothesline.

Poughkeepsie; Binghamton;
Cherry Hill, New Jersey.

Each murder
corresponds with an audit

Dale Parsons attended
on behalf of clients.

Valerie Johnson
wasn't his only victim.

He's a serial killer.

I still don't get it. Parsons
kills these women,

doesn't leave a trace,

but then makes up a bogus alibi,

knowing Lustig could
find out and challenge him?

It was seven years later.

Gene was picking random days.

Dale wasn't expecting him to ask

about that one
day, so he panics,

and he lies.

So based on IRS returns

where Parsons signed on
as the responsible accountant,

we could be up to eight victims.

Oh, my God. If he consulted,

gave investment
advice to other women,

who knows how many he killed?

What the hell are
you drinking? Mm.

Blasingame's memory juice.

You know, I hate to admit it,

but I think the guy's
onto something.

I read his book. He
caught a rattlesnake

with his bare hands
in Death Valley.

Guy's a total adrenaline junkie.

LUSTIG: You memory guys

are all risk takers.

Adrenaline junkies.

The rush engenders...

a little benign forgetting.

What time of day was
Valerie Johnson murdered?

It was morning sometime.

She was on her way
to school, so 8:00, 8:30.

We've got to bring
Dale Parsons in.

We don't have
enough to arrest him.

Can't lock a guy up for lying.

He wasn't lying.

Hey, Dale. Hello.

Thanks for coming in.

Never been in an
actual interrogation room.

It's cozy.

And an audience.

Hello, people.

So, what happens now?

You break me?

No.

This is just a conversation,
friendly conversation, Dale.

So I won't need, say, a lawyer?

Why would you need a lawyer?

You're Dale Parsons.

True.

Okay, friendly
conversation, then.

Just, let's not play
the day and date game.

So does that
mean I can't ask you

about July 12, 1999,
August 27, 2003,

October 11, 2008...

Which were a Monday, a
Wednesday and a Saturday.

Very nice. Right?

Yes, they were.

You're good.

You know what
happened on those days?

You promised.

Fine, why don't I tell you

what happened on those days.

July 12, 1999.

Tina Davis, murdered.

Strangled to death in her car.

August 27, 2003.

Lakshmi Patel, also murdered.

October 11, 2008.

Gloria Durning.

Same M.O.

All of these young
women murdered.

You know any of them?

You're accusing me.

No.

No, I'm asking you.

Now I do need a lawyer.
You only need a lawyer

if you've done something wrong.

Besides, you're smarter
than any lawyer I know.

I don't know them.

Don't remember them?

Excuse me?

Don't remember killing them?

You know,

despite his terrible jokes,
Gene Lustig was one of

the smartest men I ever met.

And he said something to
me once, and it helped me a lot.

He said that people like us,

sometimes we need a vacation.

You know, from all
the stuff in our heads.

You more than anyone,

because you were
always the best of us.

You admit it.

So you want to know
what the secret is?

Adrenaline.

We crave it.

But not for the
rush, not for the high.

That's for other people.

We crave it for
the rest it gives us.

From ourselves.

Where were you...

the morning Gene was murdered?

I was at home, asleep.

Okay. What time did you wake up?

6:45. It's my usual hour.

It's when I take the dogs out.

Oh.

Anyone see you?

I have no idea.

Middle of a rainstorm:
odd time to walk the dogs.

They don't mind the rain.

Thunder must have
bothered them, no?

It did, but hey,
when you got to go,

you got to go. Mm.

Speaking of which,
if we're done here...

There was no storm the morning.

Gene Lustig was murdered.

No rain.

No thunder.

I'll lay it out for you.

See, I thought you lied

about the Vermeer to
cover up where you were

when you killed Valerie Johnson.

But she was murdered
in the morning.

And you said you were went
to the Met in the afternoon,

so I thought to
myself... why lie?

Why make up an
alibi you don't need?

But you weren't lying, were you?

You forgot.

Because when you murder people,

like these young
women, you forget.

That's why you do it.

Not Gene and Alwyn.

You killed them to
cover your tracks.

But I bet you don't remember

what happened
afterwards, do you?

You have no idea what
you're talking about.

Yes, I do.

You know I do.

The adrenaline unleashed
by the act of violence

helps you to forget
your painful life.

No, you're... you are wrong.

Which becomes more miserable

when you finally,
inevitably, No. No, that is...

remember what you've done.

And then you kill again.

To forget, again.

You're an addict, Dale.

You're addicted to murder.

You don't understand.

Of course I understand.

I'm the only one who does.

How long do you get?

A few minutes?

A few hours, a whole day?

How long?

Sometimes more than a day.

The first time... it was a cat.

It was a stupid
neighborhood cat,

and he kept howling and howling.

And when I put my
fingers around its neck,

and I squeezed... it
was like I was here...

for the first time.

Just here, now.

Not five minutes ago,
not 20 minutes ago,

not 20 years ago,

when my father did those things,

and when those
boys did those things,

because I was different.

Because I was the one
who was always telling them

that they were wrong, because
they were always wrong.

They never remembered anything.

And Valerie...

The last thing I remember

was the light
fading from her eyes

like a torch down a well.

And then it was a miracle.

It was a whole, long,
blissful day of peace.

At least I think it was.

I don't remember.

"Peace"?

I want you to look
at these women.

I want you to study their faces.

I want you... to remember them.

Because from now on,
forgetting is not an option.

Nice work.

That was amazing.

There you are.

Carrie Wells, on behalf of
the Memory Studies Group,

it gives me great pleasure

to present you with
this check for $100 U.S.

Wow, Gene, $100.

Along with an infinite
amount of gratitude

on behalf of... me.

You know, you can
grow that money,

or you can just piddle it away.

Maybe I'll do both.

Yeah?

Let me guess. Texas hold 'em?

Blackjack, actually.

Scientifically sanctioned.

"A little benign forgetting."

Hmm.

What are you gonna do now?

Keep moving, I guess.

Just a word of advice
from a new old friend?

The past has lessons for us,

but the present
is where we live.

And nothing brings us
into the present like a goal.

A task that uses

all your powers, including...

Hmm.

You said you were a cop.

It was too hard.

Okay.

But, Carrie, if anybody
ever needed a mission,

it's you.

When you find one, let me know.

Gene?

Thank you.

I'm taking off.

Think I'll stick around.

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