A Stranger to Love (1996) - full transcript
Alan is a normal middleaged man with a wife and two kids. One night he is attacked and loses his memory. His family believes that he is dead when a dead body is found in the river.
(rain pattering)
(laughter)
Hi.
(voices)
Hi.
Oh, sorry we're late.
Got to go, Paul.
I will see you later.
Tell your Dad I still make
better pesto than he does,
but I'll wait up
for him, anyway.
Bye, Mom.
I wanna ask Dad
something.
Make it fast, Chris.
He's busy.
(voices)
♪ For he's a jolly
good fellow ♪
♪ For he's a jolly
good fellow ♪
♪ For he's a jolly good fellow
♪ Which nobody can deny
♪ Which nobody
can deny ♪
♪ Which nobody can deny
♪ For he's a jolly
good fellow... ♪
Okay, people,
we've got five, seven,
and 15 ready to go.
I need two mixed greens
and a cold seafood on 10.
Mixed greens.
Gold seafood.
Crab cakes, asparagus,
red pepper soup on 12.
Crab cakes, asparagus,
red pepper soup.
Three ducks
in the oven for two.
Let me have those veal chops
for Mr. and Mrs. Morgan.
Don't they ever eat
anything else?
As my father used to say,
as long as
they eat it here, Al.
There he is.
Hi, Dad.
Just the man
I wanted to see.
Come over here
and taste this--
I don't know
if it's good or not.
Now, this is hot.
Do it fast...
I know.
Okay.
So?
It's good.
We can serve it!
Let's go, Chris.
Come on,
Mom's waiting.
Can I pitch to you
tomorrow?
Yeah, come by
tomorrow after lunch.
We'll work on your curve.
Hey-- give me
a little hug?
See ya, Dad.
Love ya.
(silent)
See you later.
You can't pick up the check
for six people, Dad.
It's the wrong way
to make a profit.
It's okay, Paul.
No, it's $300.
It's good business.
It's how you go
out of business.
That's Bob Hanley,
of Hanley, Osborn,
and Greer.
One of the biggest
law firms in Omaha.
He's 52 today.
The other guys are
Osborn and Greer.
They've been regulars
for years.
Off hand, I'd say
they put you through school.
You take care of this.
Okay? I'll be right back.
Where are you going?
Hawaii.
Evening.
Hey, Allan.
Thanks.
You know, Steve is
due for a raise.
And I think we need a new
compressor for the walk-in.
That's a lot of money, Dad.
So what are you going to do?
I'm gonna wish
Bob Hanley a Happy Birthday,
buy anyone who has to wait
for their food a drink,
and then I'm gonna go
back into the kitchen
and do what I've done
every night
for the last 24 years.
You can't run
a restaurant like this.
You'd do it different
if you owned it?
As a matter of fact,
I would.
(sighs)
(brakes squeak)
Hello.
Hi.
What time is it?
(groans)
...2:30.
Oh.
It was a late night.
You should have called me,
I would have come back
to the restaurant
and kept you company.
I know.
New schedules?
Mmm, busy work
for Meals On Wheels.
I really stayed up
to talk to you.
(sighs)
Hungry?
Mmm.
Oh, come on.
(groans)
What's the matter?
Well, he's got a degree
in restaurant management
for all of two months,
and he thinks he knows
more about running
the place than I do.
He's just trying
to impress you.
(laughs)
...Hanley's birthday,
and he doesn't want me
to pick up the check.
This isn't about Paul.
I've been doing the same thing
for 24 years, Linda.
14 at my father's restaurant,
ten at my place.
It's the only thing
I've ever done
since the day I graduated
from high school.
It's the only thing
you've ever wanted to do.
To own your own place,
to raise a family.
That's what's
important to you.
Is what we have...
all you've ever wanted?
Yes, it's a lot.
No, no, no, no,
it's not about you.
It's not about us.
It's about me.
Well then,
talk to me.
Tell me
what you're feeling.
Nothing, empty.
I don't know.
I...
What can I do?
How can I help?
I love you so much.
I know that!
It's... it's just...
I'm going to get
some more milk.
I'll be right back.
Okay?
(thunder rumbling)
Give me the damn keys!
Get your hands off me!
Stop movin',
you!
(engine starts)
(overlapping chatter)
The vehicle was found abandoned
in the immediate vicinity
of a convenience
store robbery.
There was blood
in the back.
It was O-positive.
In Dallas?
Bob, I don't understand.
Well, Linda, it's possible
that whoever took Allan's car
two weeks ago drove to Dallas,
did the robbery,
and then went out
and found himself another car.
That's not an unusual scenario
for grand theft auto.
But O-positive's
very common, right?
You can't be sure
it was my Dad's blood.
No, no, that's why
Detective Romero and his team
are running
a continuing check
on every hotel, hospital,
and jail in the state.
We're also checking
local train and bus stations
and all the area airports.
But so far...
We need to start
checking the morgues.
And although we can't be certain
that's Allan's blood,
evidence indicates that
we're gonna have to start
walking down that side
of the street if we're going
to eliminate foul play
as a possibility.
And we're going
to start compiling a list
of all the unidentified bodies
around the state.
The computer will,
uh, narrow the list down
to reasonable matches,
and then...
And then?
And then you'll have
to visually I.D.
those particular bodies.
(sighs)
And you'll call us
if, uh...
Absolutely.
I have to get back
to the restaurant.
Thank you.
(phone ringing)
Coffee?
He wouldn't have
just run away.
That's not Allan.
I know that.
You know,
when I first met Allan,
he was still working
at his father's restaurant.
I was, uh,
Detective First Grade.
Linda, if there's anything
I can do for you...
You can find Allan
and bring him home.
(overlapping chatter)
(phones ringing)
(birds chirping, cawing)
(man)
Linda,
there's a call for you.
(second man)
Wasn't sure you'd
get it in time.
Hello?
Linda, it's Bo.
There's another body.
Where is it?
Well, they pulled t
out of the rive.
It's at the coroner'.
Is it him?
The cause of death is
a single blow
or more likely
several blows to the head.
The time of death is
approximately eight weeks ago,
which is when Mr. Grant was
first reported missing.
The age at time of death is
late 40s, Mr. Grant was 48.
And there's an exact
or near match with regard
to the following.
Height, weight, general
physical size and shape,
hair color, eye color,
hand and foot size...
Please...
is it Allan?
What about fingerprints
or dental records?
The lower portion
of the face, the jaw,
mouth and teeth have
all been badly broken.
But there's a general
dental match considering
the amount
of decomposition
and decay.
And the fingerprints?
We were unable to obtain
readable prints.
It's been in the river
the entire eight weeks.
Then you're not sure.
The absence
of the appendix,
the general size and location of
a birth mark on the right calf,
and the small scar
above the left eye are
all near or identical
circumstantial matches.
But you're right,
we have no way
to positively
I.D. the body.
Bob tells me you've already
done this a number of times.
Yes.
Well, if you'll follow me...
Uh, Linda, why don't
we let Paul do this one?
Are you certain?
Are you certain, Paul?
It's my father.
Okay, thanks, Marcus.
(sobbing)
No... oh, God!
(sobs)
(overlapping chatter)
See ya tomorrow!
(door opening)
Mom?
What's the matter?
Come in, Chris.
Sit down.
Uh...
you know how we've all
been trying to find Daddy.
Captain Simpson
and the coroner and...
well, today, uh...
today we found him.
He's dead, Chris.
(sniffling)
Your father's dead.
(sobs)
Oh... I know,
sweetheart.
I know.
(sobbing)
I'm so sorry.
We did everything
we could.
Your father loved you,
Chris, very much.
And so do I.
(man)
Have a knife?
Hi.
My name's Russell.
And this is Diane.
We haven't seen you
here before,
so we thought
we'd come over
and say hello.
We thought maybe you...
you could use some help.
(gasping)
How did that happen?
I don't know.
Do you know
where you are?
No.
You're in Tucson.
Arizona?
Do you know
how you got here?
Look, we don't
wanna hurt you.
We just wanna get you
some help.
What's your name?
I don't know.
You don't know your name?
No.
Just tell us
your name, okay,
so we can help you.
Look, all we wanna know
is your name.
I don't know.
I don't know!
All right? I don't know!
I can't remember!
I can't remember
anything!
(voice)
Bus number 818.
You want orange?
I know you...
I know you.
(mother)
Just leave him alone.
I think you know me.
No, don't touch him, please.
Just leave us alone.
You have to--
You have to help me.
We don't know you.
But...
All right, buddy,
that's enough.
Why don't you leave
these nice people alone
and come take
a ride with us?
No, I know this boy.
Let's go, pal.
Oh, please,
you don't understand.
He could help me.
We understand.
Why don't you talk
to us instead?
No, no, no, please,
He can tell me who I am.
I need to talk to him.
I haven't done
anything wrong.
Nobody said
you did anything wrong.
But what you need
to do now--
Yeah?
is you need to calm down
and come with us.
No, I am not
coming with you.
I need to talk to him--
Okay, pal,
now listen carefully.
Here's what
we're gonna do.
(handcuffs rattle)
We're gonna take a nice,
easy walk over there,
we're gonna get in the car.
You're hurting me.
Have you got that?
Yeah.
Come on, let's go.
You know me,
don't you?
I know him.
(door opens)
Hello.
I'm Dr. Freedland.
You remember me?
Have you remembered
your name?
No.
Do you know
today's date?
Mm-mm, mm-mm.
Do you know
what year it is?
No.
Do you...
know who the President is?
(sighs, chuckles)
Do you know
where you are?
No.
You're in Tucson, Arizona.
This is the County
Mental Hospital.
Why am I here?
You were
at the bus station.
You were bothering
a 10-year-old boy.
Do you remember that?
Yes-yes-yes,
but I wasn't bothering him.
I...
I knew him.
I think I knew him.
Who was he?
I'm not sure.
But he looked familiar.
Yes.
Do you smoke?
No.
How long
have I been here?
Three days.
This is wrong.
I don't belong here.
That's what you keep saying,
but you never tell me
where you do belong.
I don't know!
I told you, I don't know!
I can't remember!
Is it possible
the truth is
you don't want
to remember?
Trust me.
Tell me something
about yourself.
I haven't
broken any laws.
You can't keep me here
against my will.
After the initial
72-hour hold,
I can order
a 14-day stay
if I'm not convinced
it's safe to release you.
When you're ready to relax,
we'll talk again, okay?
Allan.
Excuse me?
My name is Allan.
And your last name?
Grey.
Allan Grey.
Good.
Allan,
that's a start.
We'll talk again later.
(overlapping chatter)
(nurse)
Hey, you can't do that!
Stop! Stop!
Stop him!
(man)
Watch out!
(man)
Hey! Hey!
Dr. Freedland!
(alarm rings)
(car horn honking)
(car horn honking)
(car horn honking)
(tires screeching)
(car horn honking)
(man)
Move it!
(car horn honking)
Go!
(car horn honking)
(pastor)
Give us this day
our daily bread...
and forgive us
our trespasses
as we forgive those
who trespass against us.
And lead us
not into temptation
but deliver us
from evil.
Amen.
(all)
Amen.
(soft chatter)
Dad's knife.
Oh...
His grandfather gave him this
when he was just a boy.
It's really old, huh?
Mmm... your dad
had this with him
on every camping trip
we ever went on.
You know, Chris,
I think he would have
wanted you
to have it.
He wanted you to love camping
as much as he did.
I wish I could have gone
with him one more time.
Oh... (giggles)
Your dad found this
on the very first camping trip
we ever made to Mesa Verde.
We hadn't been
married very long.
He said he thought
it was an Anasazi arrowhead.
Anna-what?
Anasazi.
They were Indians.
Their name means,
uh, the Old Ones.
And they lived
in beautiful cliff dwellings
a long, long time ago...
Your dad said
he thought this arrowhead
could bring
a family luck.
His mitt.
Mm-hmm.
Who's gonna play catch
with me now?
I will-- or Paul.
You?
I'm not so bad
for a girl.
I'm gonna keep this
under my bed.
Is that okay?
That's fine,
sweetheart.
Move on.
(distant car horn)
(distant radio chatter)
Okay,
let's move along here.
Come on, move it.
Let's go.
Hold it!
Hold it!
Let's go!
(tires screech)
(police siren wailing)
(horn honking)
(police siren wailing)
(voice)
Final boarding call...
Hutchmore?
Yeah, 34.
All right.
Need more, man.
(man)
All right, thank you.
Uh... yes?
30 minutes, ma'am.
I, uh...
I want to buy
a ticket on that bus.
Oh, that's not enough,
it goes all the way to El Paso.
This is
all the money I have.
Apache Springs is $14.80.
That's fine.
(register beeps)
Hey, your change!
(doors hiss)
(birds chirping)
Hey?
Hey, excuse me.
Um, excuse me.
Don't touch
those chairs, please.
Listen,
you've got to go.
Sorry, I didn't
mean anything.
I just, uh...
I understand.
I have guests here,
all right?
So, please,
let's move along.
It's just I...
I don't know where I am.
And I thought
if I could stay here,
uh, I... I...
I could, uh...
You can't, all right?
I'm real sorry about that,
but you have to go.
Come on,
let's move along,
let's go.
Uh...
I wanted to, uh...
I know, I understand.
Please,
just put that down
and don't touch anything,
and let's go.
Please.
No, just leave that,
it's fine.
Just leave it.
I'll take care of it.
Thank you.
Sorry.
(sighs)
Hey, excuse me.
Uh, there's
a shelter downtown
at the Lutheran Church.
They can probably
help you there.
And have a doctor
look at that cut.
Thank you.
♪
(doorbell rings)
Allan?
(laughing)
Allan!
Oh, my God,
it's you.
(indistinct chatter)
(man)
This way, dear.
(woman)
That was good, huh?
(Hanley)
Hello, Don.
Oh, Bob, hey.
Good to see you.
You, too.
(indistinct chatter)
Linda? Don Bradley.
I own the Silver Grill
over on Harrison.
We've met a few times.
Oh, of course.
Uh, Don, you'll
have to forgive me.
I'm a little scattered
these days.
It's okay.
I miss him, too.
I got to know him pretty well
over the years.
I considered him a friend.
Thank you.
That's, uh...
sort of why I'm here.
You see, I read
the story in the newspaper
about how he was missing
for eight weeks,
and then the river
and everything.
And...
Well, I was just
in Tucson.
I had some business there.
Now, I know this
is gonna sound crazy,
and I probably
shouldn't be here.
But I swear to you,
I'm sure that I saw Allan.
Alive, running right
across the street.
He didn't look well,
and he was, uh, thin and dirty.
But it was him.
I'm sure it was.
(stifles a sob)
I'm sorry.
I knew this was a mistake.
Look, I'm really sorry.
I don't know
what else to say.
Did you...
Did you speak to him?
No. No, there was
too much traffic.
He was in the middle
of the street.
I nearly hit him.
He looked right at me.
Then he was gone.
It was him, Linda.
It was Allan.
(Paul)
Mom, please, don't do this.
The coroner said
there was no positive way
to identify the body.
That's what he said,
Paul.
I know, I know.
You were upset!
The body was decayed.
The jaw was broken.
You had one quick look.
It was Dad.
Maybe it wasn't.
Maybe you made
a mistake.
Maybe we buried the wrong man.
No, I don't think so.
But it's possible.
Isn't it, Paul?
Isn't it at least possible?
Mom...
We all miss him.
But we have to get on
with our lives now.
We have to pull ourselves
together and move forward
as a family.
He would have
wanted us to.
He's alive, Paul.
Mom!
I felt something...
before.
I-I-I didn't know
what it was.
I didn't know
how to explain it.
But I know what it is now.
It's your father,
and he is alive.
I'm not going
to give up, Paul.
He would never
give up on me.
Mom, where
are you going?
I'm going to Tucson.
Will you take care
of Chris, hon?
Tell him it's a business trip
for Meals On Wheels.
Mom, wait!
(door creaks)
(gasps)
(paint cans clatter)
What are you doing here?!
Please, I don't
mean any harm.
I told you
to go to a shelter!
I don't belong there.
Well, you don't
belong here.
Come on!
Come on, get out!
No, please, I don't
want to upset you.
Is there some... some job?
No! Come on, go!
Jimmy!
(stammering)
Now! Come on!
Come on.
I'll...
(indistinct chatter)
Hi.
Hi.
How's everything going?
Fine.
Good.
(boys shouting)
Come on, Danny!
Whack him!
Whack him!
(laughs)
Jimmy, I asked you not
to smoke around the boys.
Hey, guys, come here,
I need to talk to ya.
(boys shouting)
Now. Come on, come on.
Listen. Now!
Okay, there's a homeless guy
hangin' around the inn.
I caught him
sleepin' in the shed.
You want me
to get rid of him?
I'll give him a beatin'.
No. He--
He's already gone.
I just want you to be careful
if you see him, all right?
All right?
Anyone listening to me?!
Hey, what'd
this guy look like?
Oh, he's got scruffy hair,
needs a shave,
kind of a sad face.
You know, Andi...
you know, you can't
be too careful.
I see this guy come
around here again,
I'm gonna kick his ...
Oh, cool!
Yeah!
No, no, not cool.
There'd be no reason
to do that.
He hasn't done
anything to anyone.
He's homeless, that's all.
He'll drift away
when he's ready.
Now, I just want you guys
to be careful if you see him.
All right?
Understand?!
Hey, Andi?
How about my raise?
I know, Jimmy.
I said when I can, all right?
Soon, right?
Soon.
(distant siren)
(phones ringing,
indistinct chatter)
(elevator bell dings)
I went back four weeks.
Not a single Allan Grant
is either arrested
or detained
anywhere in the immediate
Tucson vicinity.
Did you check the hospitals?
No Allan Grants
admitted anywhere
in that same
period of time.
Now-- now there is
an Allan Grey
who was picked up
for vagrancy,
resisting arrest,
and harassment
approximately
two weeks ago.
Now, could he be using
a different name?
I don't know.
What did he look like?
Delaney!
He was
the arresting officer.
This is Mrs. Grant.
Officer Delaney.
Do you remember
that vagrant
you picked up at the bus
station a few weeks ago?
Yeah. The one that
was talkin' to that kid?
Right.
What did he look like?
Approximately 5'11",
unshaven, dirty clothes,
dirty hair.
He was pretty beat up,
between 45 and 55.
Is this him?
It's possible,
but I'd have to say no.
It's not the same man.
Well, thank you.
Oh... what did
the little boy look like?
10 or 12 years old,
blond hair, blue eyes.
Great big blue eyes.
Thank you.
You're welcome.
I wish we could have
been more helpful.
What happened to him?
Who?
Allan Grey.
Is he still here?
Is he under arrest?
No, he was brought over
to the county mental hospital
and released
into their custody.
He was gone
three days later.
Well, thank you very much.
You're welcome.
Sorry.
Mm-hmm.
A man I know swears
he saw him in Tucson.
I really don't know what
could have happened to him.
He was having some sort
of mid-life crisis.
Maybe he was, uh...
disoriented
or confused somehow.
I know you want to believe
Mr. Grey is your husband.
But the man who
was in our hospital
was not experiencing
a mid-life crisis.
He was, in fact,
suffering from some form
of severe dissociative
trauma,
possibly a fugue state,
possibly a delirium.
I didn't
have the opportunity
to make a more accurate
diagnosis.
But it couldn't
have been him?
This man was hostile
and aggressive.
Nothing at all
like you've described.
(sighs)
It wasn't him, was it?
I'm sorry, but no.
It wasn't him.
(sobbing)
(crickets chirping)
(motorcycle revving outside)
(motorcycle drives away)
Jimmy, are you there?
Jimmy?
Why did I ever hire him?
Damn it, Jimmy!
Oh, I can't
do this anymore!
I've told him a hundred times
not to leave early.
But does he listen?
Nobody listens to me
around here except me.
I hear everything I say.
I'm actually
a very good listener.
All right,
come out of there.
Come on, get out of there!
I'm not foolin' around.
Now!
(bangs dumpster)
All right,
I'm callin' the police.
No, wait, please don't!
Oof!
(panting)
No, wait, please.
(sighs) Oh, God.
Please?
I'm hungry.
I'll work.
I'll wash floors,
dishes, anything.
Please?
Okay.
All right, what you're
gonna need to do
is you're gonna need
to bag all the leftovers.
And then you put them in
the refrigerator down there.
All right?
And then, you're
gonna need to wash
these pots
and pans by hand.
Uh, all the dirty dishes
go in here.
Now, have you ever run
a dishwasher before?
Yes.
One of these?
I think so.
Good.
Okay.
Uh, then you should
wipe down the stove
and the counters
and sweep the floors.
Oh, yeah, the garbage bags
are back here
with all the cleaning stuff.
And the garbage, um...
I think you know
where the garage goes.
(chuckles)
Yes, I do.
(laughing)
Um, I have some extra clothes
upstairs that...
that, um, I was thinking
might fit you.
So, I'm gonna
bring them down,
and I'll put them
in the back bathroom here.
And after you're done
with everything,
you could take a shower
and try 'em on.
And then I'll-- I'll get you
something to eat, okay?
Does that sound fair?
Yes.
Good. Okay.
Uh... what should
I call you?
Oh. Uh, why don't you
call me Andi.
Okay.
Thank you, Andi.
You're welcome.
What should I call you?
Allan.
Okay.
So, I'll check
on you later, Allan.
All right?
(swinging door shuts)
♪
(sighs)
Oh, man.
I must be
in the wrong kitchen.
Is it okay?
Thanks, uh, for loaning me
the clothes.
Oh, sure.
So, uh, you still hungry?
Okay.
(overlapping chatter)
(laughter and chatter)
I just can't believe
that you offered him a job,
just like that.
Neither can I.
I mean, who is he?
Where's he from?
I don't know.
He wouldn't talk
about his past.
And he asked me
not to ask him about it.
Ooh, Mr. Mysterious.
Maybe he's runnin'
from the law.
No, no. Witness
Protection Program.
You know, where they give you
a whole new identity,
then they ship you off
someplace where nobody
knows who you are.
No, I got it.
He's hidin' from his wife.
Or-- or he's
a CIA agent.
Ooh, and a cute
CIA agent, isn't he?
All right, all right.
Well, don't tell me that
you haven't noticed.
Mm-hmm.
Mm-hmm.
Sure, but...
I don't know.
I'm not gonna be
a cook forever.
Forget about it.
Bad hours,
heavy lifting.
No way.
You know, if life
keeps treating me this bad,
I could end up
like you, Al.
Give me a hand,
will ya, Jimmy?
Hey, how about I'm the cook
and you're the help, okay?
(running footsteps)
(laughter)
Hey, Jimmy!
Hey, punks!
Hey, loser!
Huh? Zzzzz!
(laughing)
What's up, gentlemen?
Okay, I want
a turkey club.
How about you, Dan?
Cheeseburger.
Okay, turkey club
and a cheeseburger.
Now, Allan.
Excuse me,
I said now.
Not today, guys.
Today we use
the magic word.
Hey, the magic word
is hurry up.
Yeah, hurry up.
We're hungry.
No, that doesn't
sound right.
No, you guys are gonna
make your own lunch.
Hey, my mom owns
this place, Allan.
I could have you fired.
Well go ahead, Justin.
Tell your mom that you
ordered me to make you lunch
like you have every day
for the last two weeks,
but this time I asked you
to say "please"
because I think it's important
for a 12-year-old boy
to be polite.
And then tell her that because
you wouldn't say "please,"
you want her to fire me.
So, go ahead.
I'll come along.
We'll see what she has to say.
Okay, okay.
Please.
How about you,
Danny?
Please?
Because I didn't think of it
before, and neither did you.
If he is still alive,
the only reason
he hasn't tried to reach me
is because he can't!
He can't remember.
He's hurt!
There was blood
in the back of his car.
Maybe he has a head injury.
Maybe he's lost
his memory.
Mrs. Grant, head trauma
can cause memory deficit.
But to experience the kind
of generalized amnesia
you're suggesting,
the total loss of shot
and long-term memor,
well... it's extremely rare.
And as I've explained,
Allan Grey was,
in all probability, suffering
from a dissociative trauma.
Did he have a head injury?
Mrs. Grant, we're talking
three or four months ago now.
Would you check
his file, please?!
Hold on.
I've got the schedules.
I'll be right there.
Uh, Mrs. Grant, yes.
There were lesios
on the right sie
of the forehed
and above the ea.
The injuries were closed
and healing when he was here.
Mrs. Gran?
Mrs. Gran?
Yes. Yes!
Thank you, Dr. Freedland.
Thank you very much.
Then you just click
on a state,
and everything there is to know
about the state comes up.
Hm.
Yeah, like what's your
favorite state, Allan?
I don't know.
What's yours?
Wyoming.
We went
to Yellowstone Park once.
It was really cool.
I like Florida.
You like Disney World.
So what?
You like it, too.
(chuckling)
Have you ever been there?
Yeah.
Yeah, yeah. Dad took us
when he was alive.
Ah.
You miss your dad?
Not as bad as when
he first died.
Sometimes it's hard
to remember him.
Mm.
Is... your dad
still alive, Allan?
No.
No, he's not.
It sucks, doesn't it?
Yeah, it does.
It's hard for me
to remember him now, too.
But I think what you have to do
is pull yourself together
the best you can and move on.
Keep living.
And what you take
with you is all the...
the love and strength
and kindness
that your dad gave you
when he was still here.
And that's the person
he'd want you to be.
Whether you can remember him
exactly or not.
Okay, guys.
Time for bed.
So, did anybody in here
get any homework done?
Yeah, Allan helped us.
Oh, good.
Great, okay.
So, let's say
good night.
Night, Dan.
Get it goin'.
And then I'll be back
to tuck you in.
All right.
Thanks.
See ya tomorrow.
(door creaks)
Allan, about the boys.
I just want you to know
how much I appreciate...
Ah, it means a lot to me,
too, Andi.
Thanks.
Well, I'll see you
tomorrow.
Good night.
Good night.
(birds tweeting)
(indistinct arguing)
(Andi)
Yeah, are you quitting?
(Jimmy)
Yeah, I'm quitting.
(Andi)
Wait a minute!
No, no,
I'm not waiting, no!
Stop, you can't
do this, Jimmy!
No-- no notice,
no nothing.
It's not fair!
That's the way life
is sometimes.
Well, this is
about money, right?
Bingo.
I told you I would give you
a raise at the end of the month.
You can't wait till then?
Yeah, well I got
a better offer in town.
And guess what?
It starts tonight.
I am going to have a room
full of people in there
in a half an hour!
What am I
suppose to do?
I don't know,
is that my problem?
All right, whatever they're
paying you, I'll do better.
Okay.
I'm listening.
Don't do it.
Let him go.
He can't cook anyway.
Yeah, right.
Good luck.
Great!
Now what am I gonna do?
Who's gonna cook?
Oh!
Justin, you know how
to run this thing?
Yeah.
Put on an apron.
You're the man till
we hire someone else.
Danny? You're
my first assistant.
(Danny)
Okay.
I'll tell you what to do,
you just do it, okay?
(Danny)
Okay.
Allan, what are you doing?
Makin' dinner.
(Andi)
Oh, no.
Relax, we can do this.
No problem.
Uhh, God.
Well, let's go,
let's go.
We got orders comin' through
that door any minute.
You take care of the dining
room, I'll take the kitchen.
I hope you know
what you're doing.
Me, too.
Now, that's
a great lookin' crew!
Let's go!
(patrons chattering)
(laughter)
Lookin' good.
Lookin' real good.
Okay, people take a minute.
Tell me if I can
serve this or not.
Now, this is very hot.
You do it like this.
Go.
All right!
Now, trick is,
just a bit of sugar cuts
the acidity of the tomatoes,
lets the basil
come to the front.
Now, I'll serve this.
You guys make two salads
for table ten.
How much dressing
do they get?
Not so much that there's
a puddle on the plate.
And not so little that
they got to search for it.
You got it.
(adding machine clacking)
There they are!
How'd it go?
Great.
Fine.
Where you goin'?
Bed.
Yeah.
Oh.
Good night.
(Justin)
See you tomorrow.
(giggles)
The guys were asleep
on their feet.
(chuckling)
Yeah, they worked hard.
I'm proud of them.
They did great.
So did you.
I made dinner,
that's all.
(sizzling)
Allan, I had no idea
you could cook like this.
I don't know
what to say.
It just, uh...
...felt right,
you know?
Yeah, it does.
So, Allan, I want you
to take Jimmy's job.
I mean, I'm--
I'm offering you Jimmy's job,
and-- and I want you
to say yes.
I mean, I hope
that you'll say yes.
And... and this isn't
just about cooking, it's...
it's about the boys.
They've really
come to like you.
And it's also about me.
I want you to stay, too.
I'm not goin' anywhere,
Andi.
♪
Come on,
it's gettin' cold.
Oh, right.
It looks great.
What is it?
I have no idea.
(laughs)
(distant shouting and laughter)
(Allan)
I want you to know
the truth.
I can't remember
who I am, Andi.
Can you remember
anything?
Some things.
But it's not like
remembering them.
It's more like just--
just knowing them,
having a sense
that they're true.
Like what?
In the Southwest corner
of Colorado,
there are these
Indian villages, ruins,
hundreds of years old.
And I know that
I've been there.
I have another life.
It's a good life.
I can feel that, even
if I can't remember it.
I may always be
looking for it.
I... I don't know
where I belong?
Wanna know what I think?
Mm?
I think you belong
right here.
I don't care
who you were.
It's who you are now and...
who you're going to become
from this point on.
Hey, Allan!
Wanna play?
Yeah, come on, Allan,
come on!
Yeah, we need a pitcher.
Be right there.
♪
When Steve and I decided
to give up our careers
and-- and buy the inn,
I thought it was
going to be easy.
We'd live this nice,
quiet life in the country,
get out of Chicago.
(children shouting)
And then Steve died.
And it was-- it was like...
I feel like my heart just
sort of shut down, you know?
I didn't think I'd ever
feel anything again.
And then you fell
into my life and saved me.
(laughs)
No, no, no, no.
You saved me.
I remember that much.
Well, okay, so we
saved each other.
I don't want to think
about the past.
Let's think about now.
Just you and me.
Okay?
Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey,
quit that!
(Danny)
Yeah, none of that, come on!
(boys laughing)
(sighs)
Baseball.
Yes, I remember.
I said I'd play.
Yes, you did.
I'm going now.
I can see that.
(man)
All right!
Okay, we got two down now!
Two down.
(continues indistinctly)
Make me proud.
Hit me one!
He's been on life support
for two days,
and they've been unable
to locate any family.
And they're sure his name
is Allan Grey?
Thanks for meeting us.
(heart monitor beeping,
ventilator hissing)
That's the last one, Mom.
You can't do this
to yourself anymore.
You can't chase down
every Allan Grey
in the state of Arizona.
I'm not gonna let you!
You have to start
your life again.
You can volunteer
like you used to.
You can come and work
at the restaurant if you want.
But you have to let it go.
You have Chris to worry about.
(crying)
Well, that's why
I can't let it go!
Well, that's
why you have to.
I'm not doing this for me.
I'm doing it
for you and Chris.
You need your father.
My father's dead.
But we're still here.
It's time
to let him go... okay?
(sniffles)
(Allan)
Hurry up!
Come on, come on, hurry up!
(laughing)
No kissin' while we're asleep.
Yeah, try to behave
yourselves.
All right,
wise guys.
Yeah, we'll
be lookin'.
Yeah, I'm gonna go downstairs
and see what happens!
All right,
good night.
Good night.
(Danny)
We'll be lookin'.
Yeah, we'll be lookin'.
(Danny)
We'll watch for you!
(Allan, chuckling)
I can't believe those guys.
They're too much.
(chuckling)
And Danny's only ten.
Ohh, we are
in trouble.
We?
Oh, sorry, I, uh...
What?
Ah, I-- I, uh...
I need to ask you
something.
What is it?
We haven't known each other
very long, really.
And, uh...
"And, uh..."
I care for you very much.
That's nice.
And I'm very
attracted to you.
That was nice, too.
And you said that, uh...
that I should
think about us.
And I have.
I may never
remember my past.
Okay.
What's real...
is you.
I love you, Andi.
I love you.
♪
Will you marry me?
Yes, I will.
(both chuckling)
Should, uh,
should we tell the boys?
Tomorrow.
Let's tell them
tomorrow.
I got plans for you.
(giggles)
So I hate to be the bearer
of bad tidings...
(laughing)
(overlapping chatter)
Hi.
Boys back yet?
No, they're going to be at
the Millers' till after dinner.
Oh, don't worry.
We'll tell 'em tonight.
How about after the wedding,
we all jump in the car
and go camping somewhere?
Ooh, Allan,
the boys hate camping.
They went
with their dad once,
and they had the most
miserable time.
They said they'd
never go again.
But--
Well you know, actually,
my idea of a vacation
is going to a beach somewhere.
No phones, no kids,
no nothin'.
Sounds boring.
Well, so maybe we never
get to the beach.
(Hanley)
Allan? Allan Grant?
Bob Hanley!
Omaha!
This is incredible.
I can't--
I mean, it's you.
Allan!
You know me?
(chuckling)
Well, of course I know you.
You're Allan Grant.
Allan's.
I eat at your restaurant
four days a week.
Here, look.
Allan's.
This is you, Allan Grant.
I know your wife, Linda.
Your son's name is Paul.
I'm-- I'm Allan Grey.
Nice meeting you.
Allan?
Wait, wait.
We all thought
you were dead.
I mean, it's been...
Oh, it's been over six months
now, but here you are.
No, you must
have me confused
with somebody else,
Mr. Hanley.
My name is Allan Grey.
Allan Grey?
Yeah.
Come on, Allan.
(chuckling)
It's not me.
Uh, I mean...
I'm not him, really.
It must be some
strong resemblance.
My name...
I'm not Allan Grant.
Well, it's the most remarkable
resemblance I've ever seen.
Right down to that bandana
you're wearing.
All right, Allan Grey,
all right.
Okay. Nice to meet you.
♪
(patrons chattering)
(man)
Better get started.
(man 2)
All right, hold on.
(dialer beeping)
(line ringing)
(man)
Allan's.
Hello, Allan's.
Yes, hello, uh...
May I speak
to Paul Grant, please?
(man)
Hold on.
Thank you.
You want me
to filet the salmon?
Yeah, go ahead.
(Paul)
Paul Grant.
Hello, this is Paul.
Is anyone there?
Hello?
Who was that?
No one.
(distant dog barking)
I, uh, I spoke to that guy
Hanley again.
He gave me the phone number
for Allan's and, uh...
I got that woman's
address, too.
(sighs)
I called the restaurant
and I asked for Paul.
And, uh... I don't know,
I can't explain it.
When he came on...
I couldn't recognize his voice,
but I just knew it.
Does that make any sense?
Nothing makes any sense.
You know, Allan, this all
could just be a big mistake.
I mean the guy
could be wrong.
He was so sure, Andi.
So sure I was Allan Grant.
I have to find out
if it's true.
So, what are you saying?
I can't move on....
without knowing
the truth.
"The truth."
(chuckling)
The truth is
I love you, Allan.
That's the truth.
Hey.
(children chattering)
Are you glad to be
working again?
Yes, I am.
Richie Knight says
Meals On Wheels
is a really cool thing.
Richie Knight
is a very smart boy.
Can I come with you
sometime?
Yes, I'd like that.
On a school day?
(laughs)
You were doing very well
up until then.
Oh, my God.
Allan?
Oh, my God.
(prep cook)
No, no, no.
You slice against
the grain.
(Justin)
Oh, I get it.
You practice that,
you'll be as good as me
by the end of lunch.
Cool.
You think so?
Mm-hmm.
I'm countin' on it.
See, the idea is to teach you
everything I know,
then sit back and let you
do all the work.
I'll be the Executive Chef.
Then what'll I be?
Over-worked
and under-paid.
(laughing)
That's right.
(Andi)
Allan?
Yeah?
This is Linda Grant.
(inhales)
(Andi)
She got your letter.
Hello, Allan.
Hello.
(crow cawing)
She seems nice.
Yes. Yes, she, uh...
Allan.
Look at me.
You don't know me?
But it's-- it's me.
It's Linda.
I'm your wife.
I know that I--
I know you.
I-I can feel that.
But I don't remember you.
I don't remember us...
together.
Where are my shoes?
(laughs)
They were too tight.
I got married in my socks?
(laughing)
Well, everybody at the end
of that day was in their socks.
We were happy together,
weren't we?
Yes, we were.
We have a good life,
Allan.
We have a wonderful life.
But, to, uh...
to tell the truth,
before you disappeared,
you seemed a little...
restless, confused.
Confused?
About what?
I don't know.
Maybe you thought
you'd lived half your life
and you hadn't done all
the things you wanted to.
We've been together
for 24 years, Allan.
You're my best friend.
My lover.
My husband.
And I have missed you
so much.
You know,
all I ever wanted to do
was spend my life with you
and then...
you were gone, like that.
We buried you.
But I never gave up hope...
that someday
I would find you.
And now I have...
and I can't bear
to let you go again.
I can't remember you.
I want to, but I...
I can't find you in here.
I-I...
I can't remember.
But if you came home with me,
then you'd remember.
No, I can't.
I can't go with you.
Why not?
Because this is my life now.
This is...
all I remember.
What are you saying, Allan?
Andi and I...
are getting married.
(car door closes, engine starts)
Is everything okay?
Yeah.
(Chris)
Does he love them
more than us?
No. But he can't
remember us.
How could he not
remember us?
I don't know.
But we can't force him.
What if he never does?
Then what?
Oh, Chris.
We can't give up hope.
(sighs)
Aren't you upset?
He's not coming home.
Of course I'm upset.
(sighs)
But at least he's alive, Paul.
He is alive.
I wanted to be a chef
just like Dad.
I remember.
He tried to teach me.
But I wasn't
a very good student.
If he said left, I said right.
If he said up,
I said down.
That's why I went to school.
I wanted to show him
that I knew
more about restaurants
than he did.
I wanted to prove
that I was right
and-- and he was wrong.
Well, I was wrong.
I was wrong.
No.
You weren't wrong.
And neither was he.
It's all part of growing up,
part of life.
It's a part I want to take back
and do over again.
I thought he was dead.
And now I have a chance
to change what happened
and he won't let me.
He won't come home.
I just want him to come home.
Me, too.
(sighs)
Me, too.
Chris.
Linda.
(sobbing)
(crickets chirping)
What?
I looked at the pictures.
It's all coming
back to me.
I don't want to have
this conversation.
We have to.
Why?
Because that part
of my life is real now.
We can't just wish it away.
Oh, I can.
Well... I can't.
Your life is here now.
No, I'm just a visitor here.
I have a life.
I remember it.
I miss my family.
My wife, my boys.
I'm Allan Grant from Omaha.
And I want to go home.
You made promises to us.
I made them out of love.
Oh, is that suppose to make
this easier for me?
No, it makes it harder.
For both of us.
Oh, it's hard for everyone.
Do you think that...
that I have never imagined
what your wife has been
going through?
I know what it's like
to lose someone you love.
When will you be leaving?
Tomorrow morning.
Well, you'd better talk
to the boys before you go.
Of course.
Why can't you just go visit
there and come back?
I can't do that, Justin.
That's where my life was
before I came here.
It's important
that I go back to it.
It's not something that...
I can visit.
It's not something
I can just leave behind.
What, and we are?
Come here.
Listen...
You guys, uh...
Nothing I could say
would make
this pain
we're feeling go away.
None of us...
asked for this.
I love your mom.
I love both of you.
But you'll forget
all about us.
I want you to understand
that we're part
of each other's lives now.
I want to see you grow up.
No, you won't.
You'll be too far away.
You'll never come here.
I will.
Believe me, I will.
Right now, it's just
a promise.
And all-- all I ask is
that you give me a chance.
Can we call you sometimes?
Sure you can.
Yeah.
Okay, guys.
I think you should
go outside.
Allan's got to go.
We'll be out
in a minute.
You can be there for the boys,
but you can't be there for me.
Once you go, you go.
I'll be fine.
There you go.
Thanks.
(doorbell rings)
Hello, Linda.
If, uh...
if it's still okay with you...
I'm home.
Come in.
It's funny, I...
I didn't think
I'd be this nervous.
(laughs)
It must have been hard
for you to leave.
It really was.
I don't want you here
because you feel obligated.
I mean,
if that's the way you feel,
you're free to go back,
it's okay.
Well, I mean,
it's not okay, but it's...
You found me.
You never gave up.
I'm here...
because I've loved you
all my life.
Because I know now
I can't live without you.
Dad!
Hey, guy!
Where you goin'?
Hi, Paul.
Hi.
How ya doin'?
I'm okay now.
What you got there?
(Allan)
I love you, Paul.
Come on, let's work
on that curve.
♪
(laughter)
Hi.
(voices)
Hi.
Oh, sorry we're late.
Got to go, Paul.
I will see you later.
Tell your Dad I still make
better pesto than he does,
but I'll wait up
for him, anyway.
Bye, Mom.
I wanna ask Dad
something.
Make it fast, Chris.
He's busy.
(voices)
♪ For he's a jolly
good fellow ♪
♪ For he's a jolly
good fellow ♪
♪ For he's a jolly good fellow
♪ Which nobody can deny
♪ Which nobody
can deny ♪
♪ Which nobody can deny
♪ For he's a jolly
good fellow... ♪
Okay, people,
we've got five, seven,
and 15 ready to go.
I need two mixed greens
and a cold seafood on 10.
Mixed greens.
Gold seafood.
Crab cakes, asparagus,
red pepper soup on 12.
Crab cakes, asparagus,
red pepper soup.
Three ducks
in the oven for two.
Let me have those veal chops
for Mr. and Mrs. Morgan.
Don't they ever eat
anything else?
As my father used to say,
as long as
they eat it here, Al.
There he is.
Hi, Dad.
Just the man
I wanted to see.
Come over here
and taste this--
I don't know
if it's good or not.
Now, this is hot.
Do it fast...
I know.
Okay.
So?
It's good.
We can serve it!
Let's go, Chris.
Come on,
Mom's waiting.
Can I pitch to you
tomorrow?
Yeah, come by
tomorrow after lunch.
We'll work on your curve.
Hey-- give me
a little hug?
See ya, Dad.
Love ya.
(silent)
See you later.
You can't pick up the check
for six people, Dad.
It's the wrong way
to make a profit.
It's okay, Paul.
No, it's $300.
It's good business.
It's how you go
out of business.
That's Bob Hanley,
of Hanley, Osborn,
and Greer.
One of the biggest
law firms in Omaha.
He's 52 today.
The other guys are
Osborn and Greer.
They've been regulars
for years.
Off hand, I'd say
they put you through school.
You take care of this.
Okay? I'll be right back.
Where are you going?
Hawaii.
Evening.
Hey, Allan.
Thanks.
You know, Steve is
due for a raise.
And I think we need a new
compressor for the walk-in.
That's a lot of money, Dad.
So what are you going to do?
I'm gonna wish
Bob Hanley a Happy Birthday,
buy anyone who has to wait
for their food a drink,
and then I'm gonna go
back into the kitchen
and do what I've done
every night
for the last 24 years.
You can't run
a restaurant like this.
You'd do it different
if you owned it?
As a matter of fact,
I would.
(sighs)
(brakes squeak)
Hello.
Hi.
What time is it?
(groans)
...2:30.
Oh.
It was a late night.
You should have called me,
I would have come back
to the restaurant
and kept you company.
I know.
New schedules?
Mmm, busy work
for Meals On Wheels.
I really stayed up
to talk to you.
(sighs)
Hungry?
Mmm.
Oh, come on.
(groans)
What's the matter?
Well, he's got a degree
in restaurant management
for all of two months,
and he thinks he knows
more about running
the place than I do.
He's just trying
to impress you.
(laughs)
...Hanley's birthday,
and he doesn't want me
to pick up the check.
This isn't about Paul.
I've been doing the same thing
for 24 years, Linda.
14 at my father's restaurant,
ten at my place.
It's the only thing
I've ever done
since the day I graduated
from high school.
It's the only thing
you've ever wanted to do.
To own your own place,
to raise a family.
That's what's
important to you.
Is what we have...
all you've ever wanted?
Yes, it's a lot.
No, no, no, no,
it's not about you.
It's not about us.
It's about me.
Well then,
talk to me.
Tell me
what you're feeling.
Nothing, empty.
I don't know.
I...
What can I do?
How can I help?
I love you so much.
I know that!
It's... it's just...
I'm going to get
some more milk.
I'll be right back.
Okay?
(thunder rumbling)
Give me the damn keys!
Get your hands off me!
Stop movin',
you!
(engine starts)
(overlapping chatter)
The vehicle was found abandoned
in the immediate vicinity
of a convenience
store robbery.
There was blood
in the back.
It was O-positive.
In Dallas?
Bob, I don't understand.
Well, Linda, it's possible
that whoever took Allan's car
two weeks ago drove to Dallas,
did the robbery,
and then went out
and found himself another car.
That's not an unusual scenario
for grand theft auto.
But O-positive's
very common, right?
You can't be sure
it was my Dad's blood.
No, no, that's why
Detective Romero and his team
are running
a continuing check
on every hotel, hospital,
and jail in the state.
We're also checking
local train and bus stations
and all the area airports.
But so far...
We need to start
checking the morgues.
And although we can't be certain
that's Allan's blood,
evidence indicates that
we're gonna have to start
walking down that side
of the street if we're going
to eliminate foul play
as a possibility.
And we're going
to start compiling a list
of all the unidentified bodies
around the state.
The computer will,
uh, narrow the list down
to reasonable matches,
and then...
And then?
And then you'll have
to visually I.D.
those particular bodies.
(sighs)
And you'll call us
if, uh...
Absolutely.
I have to get back
to the restaurant.
Thank you.
(phone ringing)
Coffee?
He wouldn't have
just run away.
That's not Allan.
I know that.
You know,
when I first met Allan,
he was still working
at his father's restaurant.
I was, uh,
Detective First Grade.
Linda, if there's anything
I can do for you...
You can find Allan
and bring him home.
(overlapping chatter)
(phones ringing)
(birds chirping, cawing)
(man)
Linda,
there's a call for you.
(second man)
Wasn't sure you'd
get it in time.
Hello?
Linda, it's Bo.
There's another body.
Where is it?
Well, they pulled t
out of the rive.
It's at the coroner'.
Is it him?
The cause of death is
a single blow
or more likely
several blows to the head.
The time of death is
approximately eight weeks ago,
which is when Mr. Grant was
first reported missing.
The age at time of death is
late 40s, Mr. Grant was 48.
And there's an exact
or near match with regard
to the following.
Height, weight, general
physical size and shape,
hair color, eye color,
hand and foot size...
Please...
is it Allan?
What about fingerprints
or dental records?
The lower portion
of the face, the jaw,
mouth and teeth have
all been badly broken.
But there's a general
dental match considering
the amount
of decomposition
and decay.
And the fingerprints?
We were unable to obtain
readable prints.
It's been in the river
the entire eight weeks.
Then you're not sure.
The absence
of the appendix,
the general size and location of
a birth mark on the right calf,
and the small scar
above the left eye are
all near or identical
circumstantial matches.
But you're right,
we have no way
to positively
I.D. the body.
Bob tells me you've already
done this a number of times.
Yes.
Well, if you'll follow me...
Uh, Linda, why don't
we let Paul do this one?
Are you certain?
Are you certain, Paul?
It's my father.
Okay, thanks, Marcus.
(sobbing)
No... oh, God!
(sobs)
(overlapping chatter)
See ya tomorrow!
(door opening)
Mom?
What's the matter?
Come in, Chris.
Sit down.
Uh...
you know how we've all
been trying to find Daddy.
Captain Simpson
and the coroner and...
well, today, uh...
today we found him.
He's dead, Chris.
(sniffling)
Your father's dead.
(sobs)
Oh... I know,
sweetheart.
I know.
(sobbing)
I'm so sorry.
We did everything
we could.
Your father loved you,
Chris, very much.
And so do I.
(man)
Have a knife?
Hi.
My name's Russell.
And this is Diane.
We haven't seen you
here before,
so we thought
we'd come over
and say hello.
We thought maybe you...
you could use some help.
(gasping)
How did that happen?
I don't know.
Do you know
where you are?
No.
You're in Tucson.
Arizona?
Do you know
how you got here?
Look, we don't
wanna hurt you.
We just wanna get you
some help.
What's your name?
I don't know.
You don't know your name?
No.
Just tell us
your name, okay,
so we can help you.
Look, all we wanna know
is your name.
I don't know.
I don't know!
All right? I don't know!
I can't remember!
I can't remember
anything!
(voice)
Bus number 818.
You want orange?
I know you...
I know you.
(mother)
Just leave him alone.
I think you know me.
No, don't touch him, please.
Just leave us alone.
You have to--
You have to help me.
We don't know you.
But...
All right, buddy,
that's enough.
Why don't you leave
these nice people alone
and come take
a ride with us?
No, I know this boy.
Let's go, pal.
Oh, please,
you don't understand.
He could help me.
We understand.
Why don't you talk
to us instead?
No, no, no, please,
He can tell me who I am.
I need to talk to him.
I haven't done
anything wrong.
Nobody said
you did anything wrong.
But what you need
to do now--
Yeah?
is you need to calm down
and come with us.
No, I am not
coming with you.
I need to talk to him--
Okay, pal,
now listen carefully.
Here's what
we're gonna do.
(handcuffs rattle)
We're gonna take a nice,
easy walk over there,
we're gonna get in the car.
You're hurting me.
Have you got that?
Yeah.
Come on, let's go.
You know me,
don't you?
I know him.
(door opens)
Hello.
I'm Dr. Freedland.
You remember me?
Have you remembered
your name?
No.
Do you know
today's date?
Mm-mm, mm-mm.
Do you know
what year it is?
No.
Do you...
know who the President is?
(sighs, chuckles)
Do you know
where you are?
No.
You're in Tucson, Arizona.
This is the County
Mental Hospital.
Why am I here?
You were
at the bus station.
You were bothering
a 10-year-old boy.
Do you remember that?
Yes-yes-yes,
but I wasn't bothering him.
I...
I knew him.
I think I knew him.
Who was he?
I'm not sure.
But he looked familiar.
Yes.
Do you smoke?
No.
How long
have I been here?
Three days.
This is wrong.
I don't belong here.
That's what you keep saying,
but you never tell me
where you do belong.
I don't know!
I told you, I don't know!
I can't remember!
Is it possible
the truth is
you don't want
to remember?
Trust me.
Tell me something
about yourself.
I haven't
broken any laws.
You can't keep me here
against my will.
After the initial
72-hour hold,
I can order
a 14-day stay
if I'm not convinced
it's safe to release you.
When you're ready to relax,
we'll talk again, okay?
Allan.
Excuse me?
My name is Allan.
And your last name?
Grey.
Allan Grey.
Good.
Allan,
that's a start.
We'll talk again later.
(overlapping chatter)
(nurse)
Hey, you can't do that!
Stop! Stop!
Stop him!
(man)
Watch out!
(man)
Hey! Hey!
Dr. Freedland!
(alarm rings)
(car horn honking)
(car horn honking)
(car horn honking)
(tires screeching)
(car horn honking)
(man)
Move it!
(car horn honking)
Go!
(car horn honking)
(pastor)
Give us this day
our daily bread...
and forgive us
our trespasses
as we forgive those
who trespass against us.
And lead us
not into temptation
but deliver us
from evil.
Amen.
(all)
Amen.
(soft chatter)
Dad's knife.
Oh...
His grandfather gave him this
when he was just a boy.
It's really old, huh?
Mmm... your dad
had this with him
on every camping trip
we ever went on.
You know, Chris,
I think he would have
wanted you
to have it.
He wanted you to love camping
as much as he did.
I wish I could have gone
with him one more time.
Oh... (giggles)
Your dad found this
on the very first camping trip
we ever made to Mesa Verde.
We hadn't been
married very long.
He said he thought
it was an Anasazi arrowhead.
Anna-what?
Anasazi.
They were Indians.
Their name means,
uh, the Old Ones.
And they lived
in beautiful cliff dwellings
a long, long time ago...
Your dad said
he thought this arrowhead
could bring
a family luck.
His mitt.
Mm-hmm.
Who's gonna play catch
with me now?
I will-- or Paul.
You?
I'm not so bad
for a girl.
I'm gonna keep this
under my bed.
Is that okay?
That's fine,
sweetheart.
Move on.
(distant car horn)
(distant radio chatter)
Okay,
let's move along here.
Come on, move it.
Let's go.
Hold it!
Hold it!
Let's go!
(tires screech)
(police siren wailing)
(horn honking)
(police siren wailing)
(voice)
Final boarding call...
Hutchmore?
Yeah, 34.
All right.
Need more, man.
(man)
All right, thank you.
Uh... yes?
30 minutes, ma'am.
I, uh...
I want to buy
a ticket on that bus.
Oh, that's not enough,
it goes all the way to El Paso.
This is
all the money I have.
Apache Springs is $14.80.
That's fine.
(register beeps)
Hey, your change!
(doors hiss)
(birds chirping)
Hey?
Hey, excuse me.
Um, excuse me.
Don't touch
those chairs, please.
Listen,
you've got to go.
Sorry, I didn't
mean anything.
I just, uh...
I understand.
I have guests here,
all right?
So, please,
let's move along.
It's just I...
I don't know where I am.
And I thought
if I could stay here,
uh, I... I...
I could, uh...
You can't, all right?
I'm real sorry about that,
but you have to go.
Come on,
let's move along,
let's go.
Uh...
I wanted to, uh...
I know, I understand.
Please,
just put that down
and don't touch anything,
and let's go.
Please.
No, just leave that,
it's fine.
Just leave it.
I'll take care of it.
Thank you.
Sorry.
(sighs)
Hey, excuse me.
Uh, there's
a shelter downtown
at the Lutheran Church.
They can probably
help you there.
And have a doctor
look at that cut.
Thank you.
♪
(doorbell rings)
Allan?
(laughing)
Allan!
Oh, my God,
it's you.
(indistinct chatter)
(man)
This way, dear.
(woman)
That was good, huh?
(Hanley)
Hello, Don.
Oh, Bob, hey.
Good to see you.
You, too.
(indistinct chatter)
Linda? Don Bradley.
I own the Silver Grill
over on Harrison.
We've met a few times.
Oh, of course.
Uh, Don, you'll
have to forgive me.
I'm a little scattered
these days.
It's okay.
I miss him, too.
I got to know him pretty well
over the years.
I considered him a friend.
Thank you.
That's, uh...
sort of why I'm here.
You see, I read
the story in the newspaper
about how he was missing
for eight weeks,
and then the river
and everything.
And...
Well, I was just
in Tucson.
I had some business there.
Now, I know this
is gonna sound crazy,
and I probably
shouldn't be here.
But I swear to you,
I'm sure that I saw Allan.
Alive, running right
across the street.
He didn't look well,
and he was, uh, thin and dirty.
But it was him.
I'm sure it was.
(stifles a sob)
I'm sorry.
I knew this was a mistake.
Look, I'm really sorry.
I don't know
what else to say.
Did you...
Did you speak to him?
No. No, there was
too much traffic.
He was in the middle
of the street.
I nearly hit him.
He looked right at me.
Then he was gone.
It was him, Linda.
It was Allan.
(Paul)
Mom, please, don't do this.
The coroner said
there was no positive way
to identify the body.
That's what he said,
Paul.
I know, I know.
You were upset!
The body was decayed.
The jaw was broken.
You had one quick look.
It was Dad.
Maybe it wasn't.
Maybe you made
a mistake.
Maybe we buried the wrong man.
No, I don't think so.
But it's possible.
Isn't it, Paul?
Isn't it at least possible?
Mom...
We all miss him.
But we have to get on
with our lives now.
We have to pull ourselves
together and move forward
as a family.
He would have
wanted us to.
He's alive, Paul.
Mom!
I felt something...
before.
I-I-I didn't know
what it was.
I didn't know
how to explain it.
But I know what it is now.
It's your father,
and he is alive.
I'm not going
to give up, Paul.
He would never
give up on me.
Mom, where
are you going?
I'm going to Tucson.
Will you take care
of Chris, hon?
Tell him it's a business trip
for Meals On Wheels.
Mom, wait!
(door creaks)
(gasps)
(paint cans clatter)
What are you doing here?!
Please, I don't
mean any harm.
I told you
to go to a shelter!
I don't belong there.
Well, you don't
belong here.
Come on!
Come on, get out!
No, please, I don't
want to upset you.
Is there some... some job?
No! Come on, go!
Jimmy!
(stammering)
Now! Come on!
Come on.
I'll...
(indistinct chatter)
Hi.
Hi.
How's everything going?
Fine.
Good.
(boys shouting)
Come on, Danny!
Whack him!
Whack him!
(laughs)
Jimmy, I asked you not
to smoke around the boys.
Hey, guys, come here,
I need to talk to ya.
(boys shouting)
Now. Come on, come on.
Listen. Now!
Okay, there's a homeless guy
hangin' around the inn.
I caught him
sleepin' in the shed.
You want me
to get rid of him?
I'll give him a beatin'.
No. He--
He's already gone.
I just want you to be careful
if you see him, all right?
All right?
Anyone listening to me?!
Hey, what'd
this guy look like?
Oh, he's got scruffy hair,
needs a shave,
kind of a sad face.
You know, Andi...
you know, you can't
be too careful.
I see this guy come
around here again,
I'm gonna kick his ...
Oh, cool!
Yeah!
No, no, not cool.
There'd be no reason
to do that.
He hasn't done
anything to anyone.
He's homeless, that's all.
He'll drift away
when he's ready.
Now, I just want you guys
to be careful if you see him.
All right?
Understand?!
Hey, Andi?
How about my raise?
I know, Jimmy.
I said when I can, all right?
Soon, right?
Soon.
(distant siren)
(phones ringing,
indistinct chatter)
(elevator bell dings)
I went back four weeks.
Not a single Allan Grant
is either arrested
or detained
anywhere in the immediate
Tucson vicinity.
Did you check the hospitals?
No Allan Grants
admitted anywhere
in that same
period of time.
Now-- now there is
an Allan Grey
who was picked up
for vagrancy,
resisting arrest,
and harassment
approximately
two weeks ago.
Now, could he be using
a different name?
I don't know.
What did he look like?
Delaney!
He was
the arresting officer.
This is Mrs. Grant.
Officer Delaney.
Do you remember
that vagrant
you picked up at the bus
station a few weeks ago?
Yeah. The one that
was talkin' to that kid?
Right.
What did he look like?
Approximately 5'11",
unshaven, dirty clothes,
dirty hair.
He was pretty beat up,
between 45 and 55.
Is this him?
It's possible,
but I'd have to say no.
It's not the same man.
Well, thank you.
Oh... what did
the little boy look like?
10 or 12 years old,
blond hair, blue eyes.
Great big blue eyes.
Thank you.
You're welcome.
I wish we could have
been more helpful.
What happened to him?
Who?
Allan Grey.
Is he still here?
Is he under arrest?
No, he was brought over
to the county mental hospital
and released
into their custody.
He was gone
three days later.
Well, thank you very much.
You're welcome.
Sorry.
Mm-hmm.
A man I know swears
he saw him in Tucson.
I really don't know what
could have happened to him.
He was having some sort
of mid-life crisis.
Maybe he was, uh...
disoriented
or confused somehow.
I know you want to believe
Mr. Grey is your husband.
But the man who
was in our hospital
was not experiencing
a mid-life crisis.
He was, in fact,
suffering from some form
of severe dissociative
trauma,
possibly a fugue state,
possibly a delirium.
I didn't
have the opportunity
to make a more accurate
diagnosis.
But it couldn't
have been him?
This man was hostile
and aggressive.
Nothing at all
like you've described.
(sighs)
It wasn't him, was it?
I'm sorry, but no.
It wasn't him.
(sobbing)
(crickets chirping)
(motorcycle revving outside)
(motorcycle drives away)
Jimmy, are you there?
Jimmy?
Why did I ever hire him?
Damn it, Jimmy!
Oh, I can't
do this anymore!
I've told him a hundred times
not to leave early.
But does he listen?
Nobody listens to me
around here except me.
I hear everything I say.
I'm actually
a very good listener.
All right,
come out of there.
Come on, get out of there!
I'm not foolin' around.
Now!
(bangs dumpster)
All right,
I'm callin' the police.
No, wait, please don't!
Oof!
(panting)
No, wait, please.
(sighs) Oh, God.
Please?
I'm hungry.
I'll work.
I'll wash floors,
dishes, anything.
Please?
Okay.
All right, what you're
gonna need to do
is you're gonna need
to bag all the leftovers.
And then you put them in
the refrigerator down there.
All right?
And then, you're
gonna need to wash
these pots
and pans by hand.
Uh, all the dirty dishes
go in here.
Now, have you ever run
a dishwasher before?
Yes.
One of these?
I think so.
Good.
Okay.
Uh, then you should
wipe down the stove
and the counters
and sweep the floors.
Oh, yeah, the garbage bags
are back here
with all the cleaning stuff.
And the garbage, um...
I think you know
where the garage goes.
(chuckles)
Yes, I do.
(laughing)
Um, I have some extra clothes
upstairs that...
that, um, I was thinking
might fit you.
So, I'm gonna
bring them down,
and I'll put them
in the back bathroom here.
And after you're done
with everything,
you could take a shower
and try 'em on.
And then I'll-- I'll get you
something to eat, okay?
Does that sound fair?
Yes.
Good. Okay.
Uh... what should
I call you?
Oh. Uh, why don't you
call me Andi.
Okay.
Thank you, Andi.
You're welcome.
What should I call you?
Allan.
Okay.
So, I'll check
on you later, Allan.
All right?
(swinging door shuts)
♪
(sighs)
Oh, man.
I must be
in the wrong kitchen.
Is it okay?
Thanks, uh, for loaning me
the clothes.
Oh, sure.
So, uh, you still hungry?
Okay.
(overlapping chatter)
(laughter and chatter)
I just can't believe
that you offered him a job,
just like that.
Neither can I.
I mean, who is he?
Where's he from?
I don't know.
He wouldn't talk
about his past.
And he asked me
not to ask him about it.
Ooh, Mr. Mysterious.
Maybe he's runnin'
from the law.
No, no. Witness
Protection Program.
You know, where they give you
a whole new identity,
then they ship you off
someplace where nobody
knows who you are.
No, I got it.
He's hidin' from his wife.
Or-- or he's
a CIA agent.
Ooh, and a cute
CIA agent, isn't he?
All right, all right.
Well, don't tell me that
you haven't noticed.
Mm-hmm.
Mm-hmm.
Sure, but...
I don't know.
I'm not gonna be
a cook forever.
Forget about it.
Bad hours,
heavy lifting.
No way.
You know, if life
keeps treating me this bad,
I could end up
like you, Al.
Give me a hand,
will ya, Jimmy?
Hey, how about I'm the cook
and you're the help, okay?
(running footsteps)
(laughter)
Hey, Jimmy!
Hey, punks!
Hey, loser!
Huh? Zzzzz!
(laughing)
What's up, gentlemen?
Okay, I want
a turkey club.
How about you, Dan?
Cheeseburger.
Okay, turkey club
and a cheeseburger.
Now, Allan.
Excuse me,
I said now.
Not today, guys.
Today we use
the magic word.
Hey, the magic word
is hurry up.
Yeah, hurry up.
We're hungry.
No, that doesn't
sound right.
No, you guys are gonna
make your own lunch.
Hey, my mom owns
this place, Allan.
I could have you fired.
Well go ahead, Justin.
Tell your mom that you
ordered me to make you lunch
like you have every day
for the last two weeks,
but this time I asked you
to say "please"
because I think it's important
for a 12-year-old boy
to be polite.
And then tell her that because
you wouldn't say "please,"
you want her to fire me.
So, go ahead.
I'll come along.
We'll see what she has to say.
Okay, okay.
Please.
How about you,
Danny?
Please?
Because I didn't think of it
before, and neither did you.
If he is still alive,
the only reason
he hasn't tried to reach me
is because he can't!
He can't remember.
He's hurt!
There was blood
in the back of his car.
Maybe he has a head injury.
Maybe he's lost
his memory.
Mrs. Grant, head trauma
can cause memory deficit.
But to experience the kind
of generalized amnesia
you're suggesting,
the total loss of shot
and long-term memor,
well... it's extremely rare.
And as I've explained,
Allan Grey was,
in all probability, suffering
from a dissociative trauma.
Did he have a head injury?
Mrs. Grant, we're talking
three or four months ago now.
Would you check
his file, please?!
Hold on.
I've got the schedules.
I'll be right there.
Uh, Mrs. Grant, yes.
There were lesios
on the right sie
of the forehed
and above the ea.
The injuries were closed
and healing when he was here.
Mrs. Gran?
Mrs. Gran?
Yes. Yes!
Thank you, Dr. Freedland.
Thank you very much.
Then you just click
on a state,
and everything there is to know
about the state comes up.
Hm.
Yeah, like what's your
favorite state, Allan?
I don't know.
What's yours?
Wyoming.
We went
to Yellowstone Park once.
It was really cool.
I like Florida.
You like Disney World.
So what?
You like it, too.
(chuckling)
Have you ever been there?
Yeah.
Yeah, yeah. Dad took us
when he was alive.
Ah.
You miss your dad?
Not as bad as when
he first died.
Sometimes it's hard
to remember him.
Mm.
Is... your dad
still alive, Allan?
No.
No, he's not.
It sucks, doesn't it?
Yeah, it does.
It's hard for me
to remember him now, too.
But I think what you have to do
is pull yourself together
the best you can and move on.
Keep living.
And what you take
with you is all the...
the love and strength
and kindness
that your dad gave you
when he was still here.
And that's the person
he'd want you to be.
Whether you can remember him
exactly or not.
Okay, guys.
Time for bed.
So, did anybody in here
get any homework done?
Yeah, Allan helped us.
Oh, good.
Great, okay.
So, let's say
good night.
Night, Dan.
Get it goin'.
And then I'll be back
to tuck you in.
All right.
Thanks.
See ya tomorrow.
(door creaks)
Allan, about the boys.
I just want you to know
how much I appreciate...
Ah, it means a lot to me,
too, Andi.
Thanks.
Well, I'll see you
tomorrow.
Good night.
Good night.
(birds tweeting)
(indistinct arguing)
(Andi)
Yeah, are you quitting?
(Jimmy)
Yeah, I'm quitting.
(Andi)
Wait a minute!
No, no,
I'm not waiting, no!
Stop, you can't
do this, Jimmy!
No-- no notice,
no nothing.
It's not fair!
That's the way life
is sometimes.
Well, this is
about money, right?
Bingo.
I told you I would give you
a raise at the end of the month.
You can't wait till then?
Yeah, well I got
a better offer in town.
And guess what?
It starts tonight.
I am going to have a room
full of people in there
in a half an hour!
What am I
suppose to do?
I don't know,
is that my problem?
All right, whatever they're
paying you, I'll do better.
Okay.
I'm listening.
Don't do it.
Let him go.
He can't cook anyway.
Yeah, right.
Good luck.
Great!
Now what am I gonna do?
Who's gonna cook?
Oh!
Justin, you know how
to run this thing?
Yeah.
Put on an apron.
You're the man till
we hire someone else.
Danny? You're
my first assistant.
(Danny)
Okay.
I'll tell you what to do,
you just do it, okay?
(Danny)
Okay.
Allan, what are you doing?
Makin' dinner.
(Andi)
Oh, no.
Relax, we can do this.
No problem.
Uhh, God.
Well, let's go,
let's go.
We got orders comin' through
that door any minute.
You take care of the dining
room, I'll take the kitchen.
I hope you know
what you're doing.
Me, too.
Now, that's
a great lookin' crew!
Let's go!
(patrons chattering)
(laughter)
Lookin' good.
Lookin' real good.
Okay, people take a minute.
Tell me if I can
serve this or not.
Now, this is very hot.
You do it like this.
Go.
All right!
Now, trick is,
just a bit of sugar cuts
the acidity of the tomatoes,
lets the basil
come to the front.
Now, I'll serve this.
You guys make two salads
for table ten.
How much dressing
do they get?
Not so much that there's
a puddle on the plate.
And not so little that
they got to search for it.
You got it.
(adding machine clacking)
There they are!
How'd it go?
Great.
Fine.
Where you goin'?
Bed.
Yeah.
Oh.
Good night.
(Justin)
See you tomorrow.
(giggles)
The guys were asleep
on their feet.
(chuckling)
Yeah, they worked hard.
I'm proud of them.
They did great.
So did you.
I made dinner,
that's all.
(sizzling)
Allan, I had no idea
you could cook like this.
I don't know
what to say.
It just, uh...
...felt right,
you know?
Yeah, it does.
So, Allan, I want you
to take Jimmy's job.
I mean, I'm--
I'm offering you Jimmy's job,
and-- and I want you
to say yes.
I mean, I hope
that you'll say yes.
And... and this isn't
just about cooking, it's...
it's about the boys.
They've really
come to like you.
And it's also about me.
I want you to stay, too.
I'm not goin' anywhere,
Andi.
♪
Come on,
it's gettin' cold.
Oh, right.
It looks great.
What is it?
I have no idea.
(laughs)
(distant shouting and laughter)
(Allan)
I want you to know
the truth.
I can't remember
who I am, Andi.
Can you remember
anything?
Some things.
But it's not like
remembering them.
It's more like just--
just knowing them,
having a sense
that they're true.
Like what?
In the Southwest corner
of Colorado,
there are these
Indian villages, ruins,
hundreds of years old.
And I know that
I've been there.
I have another life.
It's a good life.
I can feel that, even
if I can't remember it.
I may always be
looking for it.
I... I don't know
where I belong?
Wanna know what I think?
Mm?
I think you belong
right here.
I don't care
who you were.
It's who you are now and...
who you're going to become
from this point on.
Hey, Allan!
Wanna play?
Yeah, come on, Allan,
come on!
Yeah, we need a pitcher.
Be right there.
♪
When Steve and I decided
to give up our careers
and-- and buy the inn,
I thought it was
going to be easy.
We'd live this nice,
quiet life in the country,
get out of Chicago.
(children shouting)
And then Steve died.
And it was-- it was like...
I feel like my heart just
sort of shut down, you know?
I didn't think I'd ever
feel anything again.
And then you fell
into my life and saved me.
(laughs)
No, no, no, no.
You saved me.
I remember that much.
Well, okay, so we
saved each other.
I don't want to think
about the past.
Let's think about now.
Just you and me.
Okay?
Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey,
quit that!
(Danny)
Yeah, none of that, come on!
(boys laughing)
(sighs)
Baseball.
Yes, I remember.
I said I'd play.
Yes, you did.
I'm going now.
I can see that.
(man)
All right!
Okay, we got two down now!
Two down.
(continues indistinctly)
Make me proud.
Hit me one!
He's been on life support
for two days,
and they've been unable
to locate any family.
And they're sure his name
is Allan Grey?
Thanks for meeting us.
(heart monitor beeping,
ventilator hissing)
That's the last one, Mom.
You can't do this
to yourself anymore.
You can't chase down
every Allan Grey
in the state of Arizona.
I'm not gonna let you!
You have to start
your life again.
You can volunteer
like you used to.
You can come and work
at the restaurant if you want.
But you have to let it go.
You have Chris to worry about.
(crying)
Well, that's why
I can't let it go!
Well, that's
why you have to.
I'm not doing this for me.
I'm doing it
for you and Chris.
You need your father.
My father's dead.
But we're still here.
It's time
to let him go... okay?
(sniffles)
(Allan)
Hurry up!
Come on, come on, hurry up!
(laughing)
No kissin' while we're asleep.
Yeah, try to behave
yourselves.
All right,
wise guys.
Yeah, we'll
be lookin'.
Yeah, I'm gonna go downstairs
and see what happens!
All right,
good night.
Good night.
(Danny)
We'll be lookin'.
Yeah, we'll be lookin'.
(Danny)
We'll watch for you!
(Allan, chuckling)
I can't believe those guys.
They're too much.
(chuckling)
And Danny's only ten.
Ohh, we are
in trouble.
We?
Oh, sorry, I, uh...
What?
Ah, I-- I, uh...
I need to ask you
something.
What is it?
We haven't known each other
very long, really.
And, uh...
"And, uh..."
I care for you very much.
That's nice.
And I'm very
attracted to you.
That was nice, too.
And you said that, uh...
that I should
think about us.
And I have.
I may never
remember my past.
Okay.
What's real...
is you.
I love you, Andi.
I love you.
♪
Will you marry me?
Yes, I will.
(both chuckling)
Should, uh,
should we tell the boys?
Tomorrow.
Let's tell them
tomorrow.
I got plans for you.
(giggles)
So I hate to be the bearer
of bad tidings...
(laughing)
(overlapping chatter)
Hi.
Boys back yet?
No, they're going to be at
the Millers' till after dinner.
Oh, don't worry.
We'll tell 'em tonight.
How about after the wedding,
we all jump in the car
and go camping somewhere?
Ooh, Allan,
the boys hate camping.
They went
with their dad once,
and they had the most
miserable time.
They said they'd
never go again.
But--
Well you know, actually,
my idea of a vacation
is going to a beach somewhere.
No phones, no kids,
no nothin'.
Sounds boring.
Well, so maybe we never
get to the beach.
(Hanley)
Allan? Allan Grant?
Bob Hanley!
Omaha!
This is incredible.
I can't--
I mean, it's you.
Allan!
You know me?
(chuckling)
Well, of course I know you.
You're Allan Grant.
Allan's.
I eat at your restaurant
four days a week.
Here, look.
Allan's.
This is you, Allan Grant.
I know your wife, Linda.
Your son's name is Paul.
I'm-- I'm Allan Grey.
Nice meeting you.
Allan?
Wait, wait.
We all thought
you were dead.
I mean, it's been...
Oh, it's been over six months
now, but here you are.
No, you must
have me confused
with somebody else,
Mr. Hanley.
My name is Allan Grey.
Allan Grey?
Yeah.
Come on, Allan.
(chuckling)
It's not me.
Uh, I mean...
I'm not him, really.
It must be some
strong resemblance.
My name...
I'm not Allan Grant.
Well, it's the most remarkable
resemblance I've ever seen.
Right down to that bandana
you're wearing.
All right, Allan Grey,
all right.
Okay. Nice to meet you.
♪
(patrons chattering)
(man)
Better get started.
(man 2)
All right, hold on.
(dialer beeping)
(line ringing)
(man)
Allan's.
Hello, Allan's.
Yes, hello, uh...
May I speak
to Paul Grant, please?
(man)
Hold on.
Thank you.
You want me
to filet the salmon?
Yeah, go ahead.
(Paul)
Paul Grant.
Hello, this is Paul.
Is anyone there?
Hello?
Who was that?
No one.
(distant dog barking)
I, uh, I spoke to that guy
Hanley again.
He gave me the phone number
for Allan's and, uh...
I got that woman's
address, too.
(sighs)
I called the restaurant
and I asked for Paul.
And, uh... I don't know,
I can't explain it.
When he came on...
I couldn't recognize his voice,
but I just knew it.
Does that make any sense?
Nothing makes any sense.
You know, Allan, this all
could just be a big mistake.
I mean the guy
could be wrong.
He was so sure, Andi.
So sure I was Allan Grant.
I have to find out
if it's true.
So, what are you saying?
I can't move on....
without knowing
the truth.
"The truth."
(chuckling)
The truth is
I love you, Allan.
That's the truth.
Hey.
(children chattering)
Are you glad to be
working again?
Yes, I am.
Richie Knight says
Meals On Wheels
is a really cool thing.
Richie Knight
is a very smart boy.
Can I come with you
sometime?
Yes, I'd like that.
On a school day?
(laughs)
You were doing very well
up until then.
Oh, my God.
Allan?
Oh, my God.
(prep cook)
No, no, no.
You slice against
the grain.
(Justin)
Oh, I get it.
You practice that,
you'll be as good as me
by the end of lunch.
Cool.
You think so?
Mm-hmm.
I'm countin' on it.
See, the idea is to teach you
everything I know,
then sit back and let you
do all the work.
I'll be the Executive Chef.
Then what'll I be?
Over-worked
and under-paid.
(laughing)
That's right.
(Andi)
Allan?
Yeah?
This is Linda Grant.
(inhales)
(Andi)
She got your letter.
Hello, Allan.
Hello.
(crow cawing)
She seems nice.
Yes. Yes, she, uh...
Allan.
Look at me.
You don't know me?
But it's-- it's me.
It's Linda.
I'm your wife.
I know that I--
I know you.
I-I can feel that.
But I don't remember you.
I don't remember us...
together.
Where are my shoes?
(laughs)
They were too tight.
I got married in my socks?
(laughing)
Well, everybody at the end
of that day was in their socks.
We were happy together,
weren't we?
Yes, we were.
We have a good life,
Allan.
We have a wonderful life.
But, to, uh...
to tell the truth,
before you disappeared,
you seemed a little...
restless, confused.
Confused?
About what?
I don't know.
Maybe you thought
you'd lived half your life
and you hadn't done all
the things you wanted to.
We've been together
for 24 years, Allan.
You're my best friend.
My lover.
My husband.
And I have missed you
so much.
You know,
all I ever wanted to do
was spend my life with you
and then...
you were gone, like that.
We buried you.
But I never gave up hope...
that someday
I would find you.
And now I have...
and I can't bear
to let you go again.
I can't remember you.
I want to, but I...
I can't find you in here.
I-I...
I can't remember.
But if you came home with me,
then you'd remember.
No, I can't.
I can't go with you.
Why not?
Because this is my life now.
This is...
all I remember.
What are you saying, Allan?
Andi and I...
are getting married.
(car door closes, engine starts)
Is everything okay?
Yeah.
(Chris)
Does he love them
more than us?
No. But he can't
remember us.
How could he not
remember us?
I don't know.
But we can't force him.
What if he never does?
Then what?
Oh, Chris.
We can't give up hope.
(sighs)
Aren't you upset?
He's not coming home.
Of course I'm upset.
(sighs)
But at least he's alive, Paul.
He is alive.
I wanted to be a chef
just like Dad.
I remember.
He tried to teach me.
But I wasn't
a very good student.
If he said left, I said right.
If he said up,
I said down.
That's why I went to school.
I wanted to show him
that I knew
more about restaurants
than he did.
I wanted to prove
that I was right
and-- and he was wrong.
Well, I was wrong.
I was wrong.
No.
You weren't wrong.
And neither was he.
It's all part of growing up,
part of life.
It's a part I want to take back
and do over again.
I thought he was dead.
And now I have a chance
to change what happened
and he won't let me.
He won't come home.
I just want him to come home.
Me, too.
(sighs)
Me, too.
Chris.
Linda.
(sobbing)
(crickets chirping)
What?
I looked at the pictures.
It's all coming
back to me.
I don't want to have
this conversation.
We have to.
Why?
Because that part
of my life is real now.
We can't just wish it away.
Oh, I can.
Well... I can't.
Your life is here now.
No, I'm just a visitor here.
I have a life.
I remember it.
I miss my family.
My wife, my boys.
I'm Allan Grant from Omaha.
And I want to go home.
You made promises to us.
I made them out of love.
Oh, is that suppose to make
this easier for me?
No, it makes it harder.
For both of us.
Oh, it's hard for everyone.
Do you think that...
that I have never imagined
what your wife has been
going through?
I know what it's like
to lose someone you love.
When will you be leaving?
Tomorrow morning.
Well, you'd better talk
to the boys before you go.
Of course.
Why can't you just go visit
there and come back?
I can't do that, Justin.
That's where my life was
before I came here.
It's important
that I go back to it.
It's not something that...
I can visit.
It's not something
I can just leave behind.
What, and we are?
Come here.
Listen...
You guys, uh...
Nothing I could say
would make
this pain
we're feeling go away.
None of us...
asked for this.
I love your mom.
I love both of you.
But you'll forget
all about us.
I want you to understand
that we're part
of each other's lives now.
I want to see you grow up.
No, you won't.
You'll be too far away.
You'll never come here.
I will.
Believe me, I will.
Right now, it's just
a promise.
And all-- all I ask is
that you give me a chance.
Can we call you sometimes?
Sure you can.
Yeah.
Okay, guys.
I think you should
go outside.
Allan's got to go.
We'll be out
in a minute.
You can be there for the boys,
but you can't be there for me.
Once you go, you go.
I'll be fine.
There you go.
Thanks.
(doorbell rings)
Hello, Linda.
If, uh...
if it's still okay with you...
I'm home.
Come in.
It's funny, I...
I didn't think
I'd be this nervous.
(laughs)
It must have been hard
for you to leave.
It really was.
I don't want you here
because you feel obligated.
I mean,
if that's the way you feel,
you're free to go back,
it's okay.
Well, I mean,
it's not okay, but it's...
You found me.
You never gave up.
I'm here...
because I've loved you
all my life.
Because I know now
I can't live without you.
Dad!
Hey, guy!
Where you goin'?
Hi, Paul.
Hi.
How ya doin'?
I'm okay now.
What you got there?
(Allan)
I love you, Paul.
Come on, let's work
on that curve.
♪