Doe (2018) - full transcript

If you're asking what

I remember before that night.

Before that night

there is nothing.

A place without shape or form.

Like dreamless sleep.

And what do

you remember from that night?

That night.

That night.

I suppose that's the

night I was born.

- So you wake up, no

idea of who you were,

who you are and

nothing since then?

- No.

And, you know, it was

difficult at first

but I got a lot of support now.

People who love me.

- Well, it's a little more

fascinating than that.

Would you mind sharing with my

audience your, uh, your gift.

- I have a knack for languages.

- I'd call it more than a knack.

How many languages do you speak?

- About 37, fluently.

- 37 languages and

you just knew them.

Sorry.

Yes, strangely enough

it was the one thing

that I was able to recall.

Most of the languages just seemed to already be there as in,

I could speak them in my head.

But some I learned.

- Hm.

Well if you're just joining us,

I'm sitting down

with John Hutton.

Eight years ago he surfaced

with no identification

and no idea of who he was.

Since then he has

earned two PhDs.

One in philology and one in

forensic language studies

and he is currently an

adjunct professor at UCLA.

Now you wrote a book, it is

called, The Spoken Thread.

Now in this book you concur

that language is what

connects humans--

- What connects human

beings by our very instinct

to communicate with each other.

And with ourselves.

To be heard, to be

understood, is to be accepted.

That's the purpose of

our very existence.

- Okay, I know, I know, I'm

fighting the cliche here.

But a toast is in order.

To John and to Rachel.

A very brilliant interview with

a very brilliant young man.

- And an equally brilliant

book I might add.

- You may.

And I ain't that young.

Oh.

No, seriously, well done.

You've done the

university quite proud.

- To John.

To John.

- Mm.

- Mm.

My turn.

- Oh God.

- Am I not allowed to say

anything about my best friend?

- Don't your clients give

you enough attention?

- Being a private

detective is a lonely job.

May I?

- You may.

- Eight years ago when

I too was a younger man.

I'm still on the force, my

first job as a detective,

my first case was yours.

All I had to do was

find out who this guy is

and get him back home.

Simple enough, right.

Wrong.

Nobody wanted to

claim this dude.

But he didn't give up.

No, seriously, you and me

man, we hunted high and low.

Every lead, every agency,

we were like Crockett

and Tubbs.

But in the end, we

came up with dick.

- Carl!

- Oh, sorry, came

up with nothing.

- Well, not exactly nothing.

- Oh yeah, well.

You got to marry my

sister, my bad.

But here's one thing

that still bugs me.

- Here it comes.

- Who would leave a

perfectly good white boy

in a park like that?

- Well, you said you were

gonna find me my home.

And you most certainly did.

- To John.

My best friend.

To John.

- What about dreams?

- Excuse me?

- Well surely you must dream

of something from your past.

Some little clue as to

where you came from.

- I don't dream.

- No?

- No.

- That's not exactly true, John.

You dream, sometimes.

What about the bunnies?

- Bunny rabbits?

- Now that's quite a cipher.

- No, it's nothing.

- What are they doing?

- What?

- Rabbits in your dreams?

Daddy, Daddy!

- Oh, speaking of bad dreams.

- Oh, I'll go.

- Oh, no, no, no, you sit.

She called for me.

Plus, you have done more

than enough tonight.

So please, entertain our

guests, I'll be right back.

Oh, where's Jordan.

Hiding.

- Hiding huh, from what?

The monsters.

- Monsters, huh?

- Yes.

They're under the bed again?

- No.

- Hm.

Closet?

- No.

- He's running out

of places to hide.

Not those monsters.

- No?

What kind of monsters?

- A bad guy.

- Bad guys?

- Henry at school

says there's bad guys.

Real bad guys.

- Hm.

- He says they live in

cages for doing bad things.

- Hm, well, there

are good people

and bad people in the world

and sometimes the

bad people need

to live away from

the good people.

- He said some were so bad

they were called monsters.

- Well, those people

aren't here now, are they?

Mommy and Daddy keep

you safe, right?

Tell you what.

What if, I left the

hallway light on?

Extra bright.

- Extra bright.

Okay.

I love you bunches and

bunches and bunches.

Sweet dreams angel.

What?

- I'm just lookin'.

- Mm-hmm.

That's my line.

- Good artists borrow.

Great artists steal.

- So you're an artist now?

- Come over here for a second.

- Hm?

- Yeah.

There's something.

This thing.

- Mm, mm.

What was that for?

- That's for being

a great father.

- Mm.

And that one?

- For being a great husband.

- Hm.

And that?

- That one was for me.

- Hm.

Now the jury is still out on

the amount of dorsal consonants

when concerning the Proto-Indo-European phonic system.

But it is a held belief

that pronunciation was

as plain velar, uvular

and labialized velur.

Yes, labialize, it's

pretty cute I know.

Anyway, I do agree with this

up to a point, however--

All right we'll pick

this up next time.

But we are moving into

resonance on Friday, people.

Office hours are posted

for those who need me.

- I'm impressed.

- Can I help you?

- So you're the language guy.

- I'm sorry?

- I'm the numbers guy.

It's funny how they spread

that around, you know.

- Yeah, I'm uh, not

really following you here.

- We're different, right?

- Okay, I have to be going.

- No, no, wait, John.

Just a minute.

- Who are you, how do you?

- Eight years ago, I wake

up, Fort Meyers, Florida.

On a park bench, right?

- Okay.

- No, no, fucking wait.

Just wait.

See, I got no clue

who I am either.

Cold fuckin' blank.

But you know what?

I can do something special.

Just like you.

But different.

Numbers, math, I can do

some serious fuckin' math.

- Okay, I'm gonna call security.

- No wait!

That's, ah, you said you

can speak 37 languages.

That's bullshit.

You can speak hundreds of them.

You just won't tell them that.

'Cause you don't want them

to think that you're freak.

- What do you want?

- I want to help you.

Help myself.

If I still can.

- Look, if you need

money, I don't--

- I am not a bum!

I can do calculations in my head

that would fucking

break a super computer.

You know what that means?

It means that we're not just

some fuckin' random head case.

This was done on purpose.

We, we were made to be this way.

And not just us.

There are others.

Look, I don't

know what you're talking--

- That took funding,

planning, procedure,

fucking surgeries, black

lights, white rooms.

Hell, fucking black

lights, white rooms,

black lights, white room,

black lights, white rooms.

- Okay, hey, hey, calm down.

- Are you fucking

listening to me?

- Professor Hutton?

Is everything okay?

- Yeah.

It's okay.

- My name's Lucas,

you'll find me here.

I'll show you.

One Mississippi,

two Mississippi.

Daddy, no peeking.

- Oh, you know what, you're

right, I forgot the rules.

I forgot the rules, I'm sorry.

Let's try this again.

And three Mississippi.

Four Mississippi, five Mississippi,

I hope you're hiding.

Six Mississippi,

seven Mississippi,

eight Mississippi,

nine Mississippi,

10 Mississippi, here I come!

Where is Jordan,

where did you go?

She is so sneaky.

Is she is, oh, oh I think I smell her.

Oh, yep I do.

I think she's right over

here, I think, yeah.

Hey, honey?

Jordan, sweetie?

- We should have your blood

work back in a few days.

But it's nothing that

raises any red flags for me.

I'm gonna chalk up

your fainting spell

to exhaustion and

low blood sugar.

- But, I'm not tired.

- Stress can take its

toll in many ways.

But not to worry, Mr. Hutton,

you're a very healthy man.

And lucky too.

You know, you could very easily

dislodged your chin implant

when you landed face down.

- My what?

- Your chin implant.

It's rather elegant

work, very natural.

You know, I have this interest

in facial reconstruction--

- But, I don't have any scars.

- Well, they run

through the mouth,

under the gum line,

practically invisible.

- Wait, you're

not aware of this?

Yeah,

the name is uh--

- Hey.

- Hey, is everything okay?

- I'm fine.

Yeah, no, I'm fine.

All right, where's Jordan.

- She's at my mom's.

- Okay.

- What happened?

- Nothing, just.

- Nothing.

- They said I

needed to eat more.

- And that's it.

- Yeah.

Hello?

Lucas?

- We're just like them, John.

We're just like them.

- Lucas, you don't need that.

- Those cages, you remember?

The rabbits from the cages?

- Lucas.

- They all end this way, for us.

For us.

- Can you just put the gun down?

Lucas just put the

gun down, okay.

We can get you some help.

- It all ends this way.

- Please, you can just--

- Like those rabbits.

For us.

No!

Oh my, oh my.

- And you had no idea

who this man was.

Mr. Hutton?

- Uh, no.

- What about last name?

- No.

- So why'd you go over there?

- I, uh, he said that

he could help me.

- Help you with what?

- To tell me where I was from.

- So this Lucas guy just shows

up and now you're buddies.

Are you sure there

isn't something else?

- Like what?

- I don't know, you know,

maybe he was, shakin' you down.

You know, maybe, maybe you

didn't like what he was selling.

You know, maybe this is

something you should talk about

with us, now.

Before it's too late.

- What, are you

suggesting that I had--

- No, no, we're

just talkin' here.

- Sorry to interrupt you boys.

- No, no, it's just,

ah, getting interesting.

- Well, don't let me stop ya.

- You a lawyer now too, Carl?

- Depends, Franca.

Does my brother-in-law

need a counselor?

- Oh no, I think we

have what we need.

You know, John,

you have my card.

So I'd stick close to home

til we sort this thing out.

- Come on, buddy.

Let's get you home.

- Well what the hell

were you thinking, John.

Christ, I mean, you almost.

- Rachel, please.

He knew things!

About me.

- Such as?

- What I can do.

- You went on public radio,

you told half the

world about your life.

About the languages, John.

You practically opened the door

for any psycho to

come walking in.

- He knew the truth.

- The truth?

- That I can speak

hundreds of 'em.

- We agreed that you wouldn't

tell anybody about that.

- I didn't.

But he knew.

He said he just woke up

out of the same darkness

eight years ago.

He said he, Christ he

was so far gone, man.

- Stop, just listen to me.

This man was a very

troubled person.

- What if he had the answers?

- What if he didn't?

Do you remember what I told

you all those years ago?

When you hit the wall with this?

You're lucky because of what?

- Because you don't have

to fight with your past.

You don't have one.

I know.

I know you and Carl had

it rough growing up.

But at least you know

where you came from.

- Promise me you won't do

anything like this again, okay?

- I promise.

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

- They're just like us, John.

Just like us.

Out of the cages.

Right, Johnny?

- You don't go in!

Try not to

throw up this time.

- Fuck you.

Move quick.

What are

we looking for?

Anything that

rat may have left behind.

Especially papers, notes.

- Notes?

- Just fill the bag.

- This place is fuckin' feral.

This is disgusting.

- Shit.

Hey, check this out.

- Another Picasso.

I'll take care of it,

you check under the bed.

- You go!

I call police now!

- Want me to uh?

- No, no need.

Let's go.

We're going.

Thank you.

- This is extraordinary.

Where did you say

you got this again?

- So it's for real?

Ah, the math I mean.

- Oh, the level of computation

here is off the charts.

Really.

- How so?

- Well, he's working through

theorems in ways that mimic

the most advanced computing

algorithms I've ever seen.

But he's doing it with

a certain signature.

His approach is

organic, it's creative.

It's brilliant.

I mean, this person, whoever

he is, he's a genius, John.

There's one thing that was odd.

It was random to me at least.

- Odd?

- Yeah, near the back here

there was a page

stuck to another one.

With a list of names.

There's your name right there.

This guy a friend of yours?

- Yeah.

Somethin' like that.

- I want to take

this to the dean

of the mathematics department,

I think it should

get in front of some,

hey, this should be published.

- Thanks so much for your

help, but I really need to run.

- John.

Michael Carnes genius.

- For Michael Carnes, music

has become a second language,

a way to connect with the

world that he has no memory of,

prior to being found

wandering the woods

outside of Olympia

seven years ago.

- I still don't know who I am.

But the music has

definitely helped.

It's helped me fit in.

It was just there,

I could feel how

to play the instrument

before even touching it.

I can't explain it.

- And a tragic follow

up to this story,

Michael was found

dead in his apartment

in an apparent suicide earlier

this year after succumbing

to what friends called a

severe bout of depression.

This kind stranger

will be missed.

- No, no.

- Hello?

- Mrs. Lawrence?

Who's this?

- This is John Hutton.

I was hoping I could

ask you a few questions

about your husband, Darin.

Ma'am?

- I've nothing to say about him.

- A linguistics

conference, in New York?

- Yep.

Vassar.

It's upstate.

- I know where Vassar is, John.

It's a little late

notice, don't you think?

- Yeah, you know, Graves thinks

it's gonna be good publicity

for the book.

And for me.

- A bit of a heads up

would have been nice.

- I promise, I'll text

you all the information

once I get to the airport, okay.

Hey, date night

when I come back?

- Yeah, sure.

- Just you and me, promise.

- Can I help you?

- Mrs. Lawrence?

I'm John Hutton, we spoke on

the phone the other night.

About your late husband.

- I told you I had

nothing to say about him.

- No, no, I know

and I'm sorry, but.

But no, no, no, please.

Mrs. Lawrence.

I know about Darin

about his condition and,

and I just need to.

Please, Mrs. Lawrence, what

happened to him, was he sick?

I know Darin had an ability,

a talent that made him

different, special and, uh.

I'm different too.

Please.

Thank you.

- Darin lived at

the halfway house

near the diner where I worked.

He would come in all the time

and he would always

order the same thing.

I guess we kind of hit it off

'cause a year later

we were married.

He had a quiet way

about him, an easy way.

I could always tell when he

was here when I came home

'cause now it's just,

it's too quiet.

Uh, he fainted

just out of nowhere.

And then headaches.

Bad ones.

I, uh, I took him

to the hospital

but they said he was fine

and they sent us home.

Then nosebleeds,

scary ones.

Uh, then he said he was tired

and I helped him to bed.

And then the next morning

I found him in the barn,

he was just,

hanging.

Do you want to see what

made Darin so special?

He said he'd never

even been to a museum.

Never even picked

up a paintbrush.

He just knew how to do

it, like painting was--

- Like it had always

just been there.

Did he talk to you

about his dreams?

The rabbits.

- He did that one

right before he.

I could tell he

was agitated by it,

like it bothered him somehow.

Right after he died these

two guys came to the house.

They said they were art dealers.

They went in to look

at Darin's paintings.

But something seemed off about

them so I told them to leave.

I don't know what that part is.

You okay?

- I'm fine.

- How long?

The fainting.

- A few days.

- Mr. Hutton, I don't

presume to know you

but if you are like my husband,

you'd be better off praying

for your own salvation.

- Cheers?

So what did you want

to talk to me about?

- What if I told you

there were others like me?

- Others, like professors?

- Other men who just woke

up, no ID, no memories.

- I'd say it's not

all that uncommon.

- But not just that.

All of us had special abilities.

Like in the same way

that I can do languages

they could do

music, mathematics,

all at really advanced levels.

- Had, as in past tense.

My honest opinion?

On a bullshit scale,

I'd say it's up there.

- Yeah.

- Where's all this coming from?

- You know what?

Forget it.

Sometimes, I, you know.

I'm gonna take a leak.

- Oh my God.

- John, let me in.

- Hold on a second.

Goddammit.

- John.

Open the door.

Open the door!

What's going on in here,

when did you get home.

Oh Jesus.

- Yeah, yeah, I, uh,

just spilled something,

I was just cleaning it up.

I can get it tomorrow.

Let's just, let's go to bed.

It's fine.

Oh yeah, okay.

Oh my, we've never done that.

Oh yeah.

Oh yeah.

Oh, you want me to

bark like a dog?

Ruff.

Oh yeah.

Put it in my hand.

- You see this?

New wireless mic, talkin'

some NSA type shit.

Long range, no detection.

Okay, I get caught up

in my work sometime.

Where'd you tear off

to anyway last night.

- What if we were looking

in the wrong place?

- Come again?

- It's easier if I show you.

- I don't know what

to say to that, man.

- Now, I tried to record

everything that I could see.

Every symbol, every tattoo.

I think these can provide

us with some answers.

- Answers?

- Yes!

Now, I think these

all are affiliated

with some sort of gang,

so if we can just try to--

- Whoa, whoa, whoa.

Hold on, man.

You want to back up a minute.

- We need to track

these down, Carl.

- Look you come into

my office with this.

And expect what?

For me to be all cool and shit.

Goddamn, John.

- This was planned, Carl.

- Planned?

- Yes, Lucas said that we were

wiped clean, started over.

Now, I think someone

did that to me.

- Lucas?

Now you're taking the word

of some crazy whack job.

- Don't do that to me, Carl.

You know I am not crazy.

- Okay, you got

some tags on you,

and they are severely fucked up.

- Yeah.

- But you want to know

what kind of sick bastard

you may have been?

Do I even have to

explain this to you.

- You said you'd help

me find out who I am.

That's all I'm

asking from you here.

- No, no, I don't want to know.

Neither should you.

Whoever, whatever you were.

It ain't gonna help to

find out now, trust me.

- I need to know, Carl.

I need to know who I was.

- Go home.

Be with your family,

get right with yourself

and forget about

this shit, okay?

- These names?

They're all gone.

I am the only one left.

Now I'm gonna find out who

I am, with or without you.

- Mommy, I can't eat any more.

- One more carrot.

- Mommy?

- Come on, one more.

Like a good little bunny.

Not hungry?

John?

- Hm?

Oh.

No.

It's great.

Hello?

Is anyone there?

Hello.

- Meet me in my

office in an hour.

I thought about what you said.

I promised to help

you, so I will.

- Thank you.

- Don't thank me yet.

You ain't gonna like this.

I reached out to a Fed

contact that owes me a favor.

Had him run several of

these through the database.

They belong to a chapter

of a neo-Nazi biker gang.

One of several Aryan groups.

They move a lot of

meth, guns, girls.

All the way from

Idaho through Arizona.

All these guys are

hardcore felons.

Do you hear what I'm sayin'?

When we looked into you, we

ran you through the system.

Prints, DNA.

If you had any record whatsoever,

it would have popped up.

- So what does this mean?

- It means, maybe you're right.

Maybe someone went

through a lot of trouble

to erase your ass.

I mean I've only seen

this type of shit

in deep cover witness

protection stuff.

That's something we're

never gonna know.

- What is this one?

- EVL?

Maybe some type of

inside code, a nickname.

- So that's it?

- All right, my guy said

there's a club house

outside of canyon country.

Neutral territory

for all the gangs.

Some of these Aryan

guys come through there

from time to time.

Maybe we can get a lead.

But John, look,

this is not a game.

I wish you would

reconsider all of this.

- I can't go back now, Carl.

One look at myself,

this is all I see now.

- Okay.

All right, if any of

these guys make you,

we play it cool, okay.

Just let me handle this.

¶ Sit down ¶

¶ Sound the alarm, yeah ¶

¶ I'll find you a new rescue ¶

- Two beers man.

¶ Let me run your

game in lights ¶

¶ It's not yourself,

just you stay alive ¶

- There a problem?

¶ Your daily lives ¶

¶ Do it yourself

just to figure out ¶

¶ Sell me a lie ¶

- That's how it is, huh?

- Yeah, that's how it is, boy.

- Man, I am hungry.

Say you got anymore of that,

what do you call

it, nigger stew?

- I'm sorry, Cage, not today.

- Aw, that's a shame.

'Cause that nigger stew,

that really hit the spot right

about now, don't you think?

All the luck, some big city

coon, come in here today.

- It's time for you to go, boy.

- Nah.

I ain't got my beer yet.

- You see somethin'

you like faggot?

- What's that old joke?

Cracker brings a

knife to a gun fight.

- What the fuck

did you just say?

- Easy there, Adolph.

John.

My friend Cage here and I

got some catchin' up to do.

So this is your chance

to get the fuck out

of here, right now.

All of you.

- You done fucked up, boy.

- Go on big man, get.

First off, you recognize him?

- Fuck you.

You pigs, you ain't shit,

you hear me.

- Again.

Do you know this man?

- No.

- What about this?

Aryan Marauders out of Idaho?

That their tag?

- Yeah.

- You roll with them?

- Fuck no, snitch

ass motherfuckers.

My crew's gonna come down here

and drag your black

ass down a hole

you ain't ever fuckin' seen.

You son of a bitch, you fucker.

- What about this one?

What's it mean.

- Some bitch I

used to ride with.

- Ah, a woman.

She must have been pretty

special you got her tag on ya.

- What's her name?

Name?

- Emmaline, Emmaine

Langston, Lambo.

Who the fuck knows.

Calls herself EVL.

- She get around, did she?

- Ah, bitch rode

with a few clubs.

Whore.

- Where is she now?

- She got popped a while

back, she's doing a stint.

What the fuck does it

matter to you, huh?

Man fuck you both, you're

fuckin' dead, you hear me?

- Emmaline Victoria Lambert.

Record shows possession,

dealing, conspiracy.

Accessory to murder.

And known associates?

Aryan Marauders.

- Where is she now?

- Doing a 30 year stint in

Yuma in a protected unit.

Where are you going?

- To Yuma.

- Alone?

- Yeah, I think so.

- You going for the truth?

Or to end this thing?

- Both.

Investigation.

4218.

- Miss Lambert?

Uh, my name's John Hutton

and I need to ask you

some questions about a man I

think you knew a long time ago.

- Are you a cop?

- No.

Those are your initials, right?

Your first name's Emmaline?

There is a man who

had this tattoo,

he was a part of a gang,

called the Aryan Marauders.

- You came here to

talk about Marcus?

- Who?

- Why do you want to

talk about Marcus?

- Marcus who?

- Marcus Riddell.

- What can you

tell me about him?

- Marcus was high on

glass most of the time.

Loved that shit.

Almost as much as he liked

to beat the shit out of me.

- Uh, what happened to him?

- One night Marcus

comes to me and he says,

"Let's go for a drive."

Says he's gonna show

me something special.

Only this time he's dead sober.

But he's still got

that look he gets.

That numb look.

Like some idea got frozen

stuck in that head of his.

So he has me drive

to this house.

And he says we're

gonna change the world.

Change it how, I say?

He says, something's gonna

come down when he says so.

He says, you'll see.

You'll see all of it.

So we go into that house.

With them black folks.

Marcus went after

that man first.

The daddy.

He went fuckin' crazy

on him with a knife.

But he ain't done.

Then the momma.

And she starts screamin'.

I've never seen so much blood.

So much.

And he lookin' at me now.

And he says, "I just started

what the world's gonna finish."

I was so scared.

And he sees me shakin'.

And he says, "Baby,

you just been witness.

"Witness to a holy

war, to race war."

- Where is he now?

- Are you his

brother or somethin'?

- No.

- Cause you, you

got them same eyes.

Only yours got light in 'em.

- Where is he now, Emmaline.

- Dead.

I ratted him out and then they

executed that motherfucker.

That's why I'm in

this fucking cage!

That's it?

That's what you wanted to know?

Hey!

Hey!

Who are you really?

Hey!

What the fuck is

wrong, motherfucker!

Fuckin'!

- Marcus James Riddell.

Convicted of multiple homicides

against an African

American family in '04.

He was sentenced to death,

remanded to the super max

state penitentiary in Arizona

where he served out the

rest of his sentence.

No appeal, no stay of execution,

he got the needle in 2010.

- Eight years ago.

- All his state records,

they checked out.

Marcus Riddell is dead.

You're a match.

It's gotta be you.

- I'm not this man, Carl.

I cannot have done what he.

My God, he.

- Okay.

Maybe not in your head anymore.

But all of this.

It's scary, John.

- Where have you been going?

- Huh?

- I said, where

have you been going?

- Just, nowhere.

Work.

- I mean, you're

somewhere else right now.

Grace called.

I asked him how the

conference went.

Why'd you lie to me, John.

- After what

happened with Lucas,

I just, I needed

some time to myself.

- Okay.

Maybe we should go someplace.

Just the two of us.

You haven't touched

me in over two weeks.

I don't even know

if you want to.

- Please don't say that now.

- Well tell me what

you want me to do?

What can I do?

- Nothing.

I'm just tired.

- You have to tell

me what's wrong.

- Nothing's wrong.

Okay, nothing's ever wrong,

Rachel, you happy now?

- What are you talking about?

- You think you know who I am.

I don't even know who I am!

We just decided eight years

ago that I'm John Hutton.

What if I'm not.

- What if you're not what?

The man I love?

My husband?

- Did, just forget I said

that, okay, just, sorry.

I'm gonna go pick up

Jordan at your mothers.

- No, no, no, forget it.

I don't think I want her to

be around this negativity.

- Professor?

The reading list?

You said you were gonna

make some changes?

- Yeah, um.

Sorry, uh.

You know what?

Let's just pick this

up on Monday, okay?

- It's a nice day out.

I said, it's a nice day.

- It's gorgeous.

- Well, you got me over here.

- What's he up to, Carl?

You're his best friend.

You're his only friend.

But your my brother.

Ever since that man showed up,

he's been different Carl.

Changed.

Remember when we were little?

I used to hide under the stairs

when things got rough

between Mom and Dad.

And you would

always come find me.

Stay with me.

Make me laugh.

- I remember.

- I'm not a kid anymore, Carl.

- Why the special abilities?

Languages, music,

art, mathematics.

- Maybe you guys are all

some fucked up

superheroes.

- Heroes don't

commit hate crimes.

- Before we go back to

asking why it happened,

maybe we need to think

about how it happened.

So looking at Riddell, the

others must be somewhere, right?

Riddell is executed in Arizona.

Within a year you

show up in L.A.,

only a couple

hundred miles away.

- Okay.

Michael Carnes,

in Olympia, Washington,

100 miles away from the

state pen in Walla Walla.

Darin Lawrence in

upstate New York,

close to New Hampshire

State Prison.

Your boy Lucas said he woke

up in Fort Meyers, right?

Not far from say, Mississippi.

- Okay, so, how are

they all connected?

- Riddell had no next of kin.

I went through the records

of all these prisons.

Eight years ago you only had

six prisoners put to death

with no immediate

family and no appeals.

No one to

claim the bodies.

- Right.

These three inmates, all

from the prisons mentioned.

Same physical matchup as our

other guys, no next of kin,

no appeals, all

violent offenders.

- They were all monsters.

- Yeah.

- Okay.

So, why these prisons?

- Well you can't just take

somebody off of death row

and disappear their ass.

To many bureaucrats

and red tape.

But these prisons are

probably contracted.

That's big business.

All, and I mean every single

warden at those prisons,

retired a year after

these executions.

Some very young.

And they all have

this in common.

- Janus Holdings and Trust?

- All four of those

retired wardens sit

on the board of this company.

Founded the same

year they retired.

- What do they do?

- Security consulting firm.

But they got no clients, no

website, no physical address.

That's a shell company, man.

- They got bought off.

- Yeah, set up for life I guess.

And check this out.

One of our guys retired in

our backyard, up in Ojai.

Recognize him?

George Hayes, Marcus

Riddell's warden in Arizona.

British immigrant, inmates

called him King George

'cause he ruled the

place with an iron fist.

- I think it's time we got

an audience with the king.

- Wow.

Impressive.

All right, like before.

You let me lead.

You're not lookin'

so hot, buddy.

Maybe you should

wait in the car.

- I'm fine.

Mr. Hayes.

- Yes.

- I'm Investigator Carl

Chandler, this is my associate.

Want to ask you a few

questions about your tenure

as warden at Black Rock

Arizona State Prison.

- What is this?

- We just need--

- Marcus Riddell.

Executed January, 2010.

- Look, I don't know what--

- Janus Holdings and

Trust Incorporated.

Established July, 2011.

- Nobody knows about this.

Yet.

Maybe we should talk inside.

- I'm telling you,

I never got a name.

- How did it come about then?

- After a convention in Tahoe

I was approached by some suit.

He invited me to

a private meeting,

then laid out the proposal.

- The suit, government?

- No.

It was more of a

Wall Street guy.

He said that they needed a

violent offender on death row,

someone that could be taken

off the books

quietly, no appeals.

- So you gave them Riddell?

- Yeah, Riddell.

- Then what?

- Well, they brought in a

couple of their own techs

to carry out the

execution and they said

that when they were done the

prisoner would appear dead.

Well, everything went to form.

And they took the body.

- Where?

- I didn't ask, they didn't say.

- So you just let

a murderer vanish?

- That piece of shit was getting

his lights put out anyway.

Whatever they had planned for

him was more than he deserved.

- You still in touch

with these people?

You guys

just don't get it.

You think that I'm just

free and clear here, huh?

Well you know what,

you boys showing up just make

my life very complicated.

- What do you mean?

- Use your imagination.

They're always watching us.

Always.

- What if we got you on

record as talking to the cops?

- These people

you're asking about.

They made it very clear

to me how all this would

all go down should I

ever have that urge.

And you know what?

I believe 'em.

I don't know what you think

you're gonna do with all this.

It won't matter.

They've got more

money, more power.

I'm surprised

you made it this far.

- Come on.

Let's get out of here.

- Hey, who the hell you

supposed to be, anyway?

- I was Marcus Riddell.

After Lucas shot himself,

I went back to the

motel for the notebook.

And two men showed up,

searched the place.

- What?

I think

they're all part of it.

- Jesus Christ, John.

You heard what Hayes said.

These people, whoever they

are, they're dangerous.

- Hayes belongs in the

same prison he used to run.

That's why we need

to go to the police.

- Now you want to

go to the police?

And you huh?

How does this end?

With you in some

fuckin' jail cell,

not having a chance to

see your daughter grow up

because you're so fuckin'

concerned with justice.

- You think I wanted this?

I can't look my own

family in the face, Carl!

- I think we're done

going down this path.

You got your answers as fucked

up as they are, you got 'em.

We're done, I'm done.

- I'm not done.

I'm not done, I don't

have any answers!

I need, I need more, I need

more time, I need

- Hey, hey, hey, John.

- Uh huh.

- Oh shit.

Man no, just.

Kill it.

No.

Kill it now.

- No.

I can't, please.

Kill it.

- No!

Dr.

Morris, dial 118 please.

Dr. Morris, please dial 118.

- Hi.

- Who are you John?

- I'm not that man.

- How do I know?

How do you.

Because that man never

knew what love was.

I do.

They didn't make me

the man I am now.

But you did.

You did.

Oh, there's something else.

The other men.

They're all dead.

- What do you mean?

- The others, the

men who got remade.

They all killed themselves.

And they all had symptoms.

Fainting, the headaches.

- The nosebleeds.

- But the doctor said that,

the doctor said you're fine.

You're just a little dehydrated.

Exhaustion.

- I'm sorry.

- No, no, no, now wait,

wait, wait, that man Lucas.

He wasn't well.

- Whatever they did to

us, it flips a switch

in our brain and we just,

I mean, that's why

I had to find out.

I had to try and stop

it, but, I can't.

- Then we will go to the police.

Carl can help us.

- I don't think

that's an option.

- What is this?

Why can't the police

help us, Carl?

- And tell them what, exactly?

- We tell them the truth.

- The truth.

Everything we have

is circumstantial.

They'll just think John's crazy.

Hell it is crazy.

But at the end of this

mess we don't even know

who the fuck is behind it

or what they'll do

to keep it quiet.

- You need to take Jordan

and go to your mothers.

Just for a few days.

- What?

- I'm not gonna let the last

memories of her father be this.

- So we're supposed to leave?

- Yeah.

- So you can step

in front of a bus?

- Don't Rachel, don't.

- No this is, this

is absolutely insane.

Hey, hey, hey.

- How dare you, both of you!

You said that my love made

you the man that you are.

The man that I love,

the man that I love would

never stop fighting.

Ever.

- I'll make sure they're safe.

- I heard you were checking

yourself out today.

- You heard right.

- May I?

- Yeah.

- I was told of your condition

regarding your memory.

I am truly sorry I

wasn't more sensitive.

With that being said, I

still couldn't stop thinking

about your

reconstructive surgery.

- How can I help you, Doctor?

- I brought this, for you.

- What's this?

- There, that is a serial

number of your chin implant.

I took the liberty of tracing

it back to its origin.

It came from a

company in Brazil.

I contacted them to see where

it may have been shipped.

Which would help

you perhaps find out

who performed the procedure.

- And?

- Nobody in that office

spoke any English.

And my Portuguese

is a little rusty.

But yours isn't.

Here's the number.

- Thank you.

Clear, clear, clear.

- Fuck!

Oh John.

- It's a corporation.

- What?

- It's a goddamn

publicly traded company.

It's been in front

of me the whole time.

Here.

Every dream I have ever had.

- Okay, so what do you

want to do about it?

I want to finish this.

I don't follow.

- I am not Lucas and I

am not Marcus Riddell

and no one is erasing me.

- Hey John, just slow

down for a minute, okay.

Whoa, hey, whoa, whoa.

We both

knows how this ends.

Either at the end of a rope

or with a bottle of pills.

- Or a bullet to your head.

- No.

Fuck John,

please, don't do this.

- No matter what, I am bringing

this to their front door.

But I need your help.

Hey.

Hey.

Hey!

That's right.

I've come home.

- Drop the gun.

- Kick it over.

- Arms up.

He's clean.

- Let him in.

- My glasses.

- I think it would be

more comfortable for you

if you'd take a seat over here.

Perhaps on the couch.

Never enough time in

the day, is there.

But then I don't suppose I need

to explain the value

of time to you.

How you found us,

in and of itself,

is a topic worthy of discussion,

but I suppose the

mystery can wait.

Besides you must have

many questions for me.

- Why?

Why would you do this to me?

- Our company, it

provides many services

across many sectors, many markets,

but all with one mandate.

To advance humankind.

It's a passion really.

You see, society has proven

itself to be largely indifferent

to the concept of true

criminal rehabilitation.

Many have lost faith that

anything can or should be done

with those who have committed

the most heinous of crimes.

Many want justice at

the end of a needle,

the others a life

spent in a cage.

What does that say about us

a culture, as a civilization?

Have we forsaken the

notion of redemption?

But what if we could

undo the corruption

that has infected the

worst criminal minds?

What if we could

start clean, purify?

You reprogrammed us.

- Not one of you reverted to

a life of crime or violence.

It has been an

outstanding success.

You are a success.

You not only

survived, you thrived.

- The languages.

The mathematics, the

abilities, was that to help us?

- They were the most

unexpected of side effects,

we're still looking into them

but they have

astounding potential.

I would not say though that

they didn't help you, would you?

- Then why can't I live anymore?

- I'm truly sorry, John,

but we were only able

to account for a

handful of years

in which the subjects had

optimal mental health.

After which we observed an

inevitable and swift decline

into dementia, then insanity.

Truly horrible.

So we put in a

fail safe to ensure

that you would be spared that.

- Suicide.

- We assured that the

patient would self-terminate

and because we needed only

a brief period of time

to prove the procedure viable,

it was an acceptable loss.

But I assure you, the next round

we will improve the longevity

of the subject by vast sums.

But before you ask, no, I'm

afraid that it is irreversible.

- How could you just do this?

I have a wife, I have a

child, I have a family now.

Who the fuck do

you think you are?

- John, do you forget that

you murdered a family?

A family just like yours with

all the same hopes and dreams.

- So this is supposed to be

some sort of ironic justice.

And my victims?

Where's their justice now?

- John, forgive me, but

you are being shortsighted.

Reprogramming is the future, a

future with no more violence,

no more killing, no more

suffering and grieving

and death and you have been

the crucible for this change.

You are now the very thing

that Marcus Riddell was not,

a true human being,

with a conscience,

with morality, empathy.

Let's not lose sight of

why you're even here, John.

It is only because of us,

that you have any life

whatsoever is because of us.

That you even know

love for yourself

or that beautiful

family is our doing.

- What do you want from me?

- Thanks to us, yours

is a resurrection story,

you have been redeemed.

- Gratitude.

You're no god, you're no savior.

The only difference

between you and me?

Is at least now I

know I was a monster.

You know, your goons

outside were wrong.

I'm not clean.

- You see this new wireless

mic, long-range, no detection.

- None of us are.

That you

have any life whatsoever is

because of us, that you

even know love for yourself

or that beautiful

family is our doing.

- Oh my God.

- This should help

corroborate all of it.

I just need to know if this

is something you can run.

- Are you kidding me?

I'll be honest with you.

There's gonna be a lot

of blow back on this.

I need to get John

Hutton on the record.

When can I talk to him?

After

the story broke

in The Times earlier this week,

Federal indictments

were handed down today,

sweeping through

the executive ranks

of the Vettaplex Corporation,

a major international

biotech company

with offices right

here in Los Angeles.

A whistleblower

known as John Hutton was able

to reveal a large

scale operation

that involved rebooting

death row inmates

in several state prisons

throughout the country

in what some are

calling a gruesome form

of reverse eugenics.

Arrests were made

at the Vettaplex

Corporation this week,

at the highest level

of executive authority,

while the outrage of

the public is mounting

to a fever pitch.

And conspiracists and

online chatter is now saying

that the programming will be--

The president

will be addressing the public

later today on the scandal,

hoping to answer the many

questions surrounding the event.

While many

are waiting for a response

from The White House,

there is now a call to launch

a congressional hearing

on the matter immediately.

At the heart of

this harrowing story is a man

who has lived two lives,

a man who started over

out of the darkness.

A man who had to face

that darkness once more.

A man who, in the end, put

right and wrong above himself.

- Where is he?