Faceless (2021) - full transcript

Please...
What...

What happened?

Everything's going to be
all right.

You can relax, it's okay.
I want you to close your eyes.

We need to schedule
another procedure.

Okay, sweet dreams.

Ah!

Unh...

Aah!

Help...
Help.

Help?! Help!



Aah! Help!

Help! Help!

Help! Help! Help!
Help me!

Help! Help!

Help!

Hello, my name is Dr. Klein,

and today I'd like to discuss
your postoperative recovery.

Who am I?

Why am I here?

These questions take on
a new significance

here at the Klein Institute.

Dealing with the necessary
immunosuppression protocols,

memory loss,
and a host of

psychological issues
will be a challenge.



I realize that to look
in the mirror

and see a stranger every day

can prove to be more unsettlig

than the fear of
tissue rejection itself.

To hear your voice altered by
the many months of intubation

and the changes in your mouth
and lips can be disorienting,

but you must remember that
no matter

the face that looks back,
you are you...

the same person
you've always been.

Although you may feel alone,

you must remember
that you are surrounded

by people that love
and support you.

They may need time to adjust,
but rest assured,

in time they will come to see
you for who you are.

So I challenge you to be you,

and to embrace
your new life.

Now let's begin by going
through, step by step,

what you can except over
the coming weeks and months

with your new transplant.

Our first challenge
will be avoiding

some common side effects,
things like

graft edema, acute respiratoy
distress syndrome,

and jugular thrombosis.

Wait... Who are you?

Who are you?

Dealing with the necessary
immunosuppression protocols,

memory loss,
and a host of

psychological issues
will be a challenge.

Yet together, we can make ths
difficult road

seem less daunting.

Dr. Klein created this
drug therapy

specifically matched
to your DNA,

dramatically improving
recovery times

with only very minimal
side effects.

In rare cases,
mild hallucinatory episodes

and memory loss
have been reported,

but nothing to be
concerned about.

We're all so proud of you,
George.

All the years of trial
and error.

All the naysayers.

You represent Dr. Klein's
greatest achievement.

Well, I believe that, uh...

this lovely woman would be kind
enough to offer you a lift.

It took us a while,
but we found her.

Good luck, George.

You okay?

I was in the hospital for...

I don't know how long,

and I didn't have one visitor,
not even my mother.

Georgie.

Not one, except...

You are certainly not above
hurting people.

Did I hurt you?

You really got
whacked good, huh?

Jesus Christ.
Fuck.

Sorry.
I, uh...

I thought...

thought it was
a bullshit con, man.

Look, um...

if you want your job
back at the bar...

stop by, all right?

Most patients experience
some significant

but temporary memory loss,

and in more rare occasions,
hallucinatory episodes.

I need you to dig deep

and focus on relationships.

Hey, George!

I wasn't sure you'd come.

It's good to see you.

Hey, get a room!

Hey, shut the fuck up.

Grab a seat.

We win big?

You don't remember?

Yeah, well, that's pretty
fucking convenient

for you, right?

Oh, wait...
yeah, wow.

I was very jealous of you
for this one.

She was nice, too.
You really fucked that up.

But no redheads.

Uh, no.

Not that I recollect, no.

But, uh...

You, uh...

you have a lot of secrets,
George.

We were good friends, yeah?

Known each other
a long time, yeah.

What did I do that...

I barely get to see my daughter

because of getting
in too deep with you.

I almost lost this bar.

Still paying that off.

We'll just leave it there,
all right?

Tom...

I'm not living like
that anymore.

Yeah, well, I love you,
man, but, uh...

you're gonna have to do a lot
more than bus a few tables.

Relax.
I've seen worse, baby.

If you're real,
say something.

Do something.

Get the fuck off me!

Get off me!
No!

Aah!
Get off me!

He was right on me!

- Where?
- No, he was right there.

What are you talking about?
There's...

- I...
- What happened?

He was right there.

But I don't see anything.
There's nobody here.

I know, I know.
I saw it.

It all happened right there.

George, you ran to the bar,

you come right back,
the body's gone.

Are you sure it's not your meds
fucking with you?

What are you doing?
What are you doing?

I'm calling your mom.

Somebody tried to take this!

There's no blood, George.

There's no blood anywhere.

Maybe...

I don't know.

Um, the car just...
If...

If he's not here, then he's out
there looking for me.

I mean, are you listening to
yourself, how crazy you sound?

All right, let's get you
to the ER.

George.

Let's get you to the ER,
all right?

Y-you're a mess.
All right?

- No!
- Your face is a fucking mess.

No, no.

I'm never going back.

Do you hear me,
I'm never going back there.

Who am I?
Why am I here?

These questions take on
a new significance

here at the Klein Institute.

Hello, my name is Dr. Klein,

and today
I'd like to discuss

your postoperative recovery.

Every patient plays
a crucial role...

After all, who better than
yourself to notice changes,

discoloration, or movement
of the scar tissue?

But I realize that
to look in the mirror

and see a stranger every day..

I don't want it anymore!

It's not mine, now, take it off!

I changed my mind!

I stopped taking my pills.

You've gotta take it off now!

No! No!
I don't want it anymore.

It's not mine,
I'm taking it off!

I changed my...
You've gotta take it off!

No, no!
Take it off!

- Get away!
- Calm down!

Take it off!
I don't want it!

- Take it off!
- Calm down!

Take it off!
No!

The changes in your mouth
and lips can be disorienting.

Dealing with the necessary
immunosuppression protocols,

memory loss, and a host of

psychological issues
will be a challenge.

But you must remember that

no matter the face
that looks back,

you are still you,

the same person
you've always been.

Hello?

Hello?

Hello?! Hello!

Wake up! Wake up!
Wake up! Wake up!

Dr. Bruce, telephone, please.

Dr. Bruce,
telephone, please.

George!
Hello.

How are you?

What happened to your chin?

That's why I'm here.

Jesus, we need to look
at that immediately.

- You taking your meds?
- Yeah.

All right, well...

I wanted to talk to you about
a conference that the, uh...

George, I wanted to talk to you
about a... a conference

that the Radiological Institute
of North America

have coming up.

About you attending
as our guest of honor.

If you're up for it.

Am I the "before"
or "after" photo?

Very good.

Getting our sense of humor back,
are we?

That's the spirit.

I think the conference will do
wonders for your confidence.

Really prove to you
how important you are

for this whole program.

Well, we'll talk.

I'll see you inside.

I'll alert the others.

George!

You scared me.

Oh, my goodness,
what happened?

I need to know
who my donor was.

I'm sorry, George, but...

Metzger won't tell me,
you know that.

I know this is gonna sound
insincere,

but you look good, George,

you really do...
you're a miracle.

You know that,
don't you?

All of us on the floor
think so.

I have a right to know.

Please.

I'm a single mom, two girls.

I cannot risk my job, please.

You know how I woke up
this morning?

In my johnnies, on the floor,
on fire.

I'm begging you.

I'm losing my mind,
I need to know.

It's the best I can do.

Just trust me.

Go.

What'd ya do?

It's gonna come out anyway.

What'd you do?

Nothing.
I was, uh...

was, uh, attacked.

It's a ticking time bomb.

They all fail eventually.

Our bodies are too smart.

It never stops...

ticking.

Oh...
shh!

- I can hear it.
- Please.

You're a fool.

We're alive, aren't we?

Oh! Uh...
Hey, uh...

Hey, how about a hand over here?

I guess I should apologize
for the first time we met.

Who are you?

Uh...

My name is Sophie.
Allen.

- I'm a mental health...
- In my room.

...counselor in the...

You were in my room.

Uh, thank you, James,
I'll get that later.

We should probably get started.

George, do you mind?

Okay, uh, sorry
I'm late, you guys.

Where... were we last week?

Uh, Donald, I think it was
with you, about your sister.

I wanna know
who my donor was.

That's a subject
that comes up a lot.

Right, guys?
But...

Knowing doesn't necessarily help
the recovery process, does it?

Plus, confidentiality agreements
prohibit contact

between patient
and donor families.

But if you want to, we can
discuss your feelings...

This isn't about my feelings.
My donor attacked me.

- That's not possible.
- I saw it with my own eyes.

The man had no face,
it was real.

Alexander...

Hey, we're all doubling up
on our meds, okay, buddy,

so back off!

Um, I think we're gonna
call it there, guys.

I'll see you next week, okay?

Forgot to pay your rent?

You followed me here.

There's a reason
you came to see me.

What was it?
Tell me.

Please.

Just tell me.

I'm calling Dr. Metzger.

You knew him,
didn't you?

He's dead.

You sure about that?

I guess no one's come by.

We look good together,
don't you think?

It's none of your business.

What was his name,
by the way?

Eik.

He was an orderly
at the hospital.

Look, you got what you came for.

I want you to leave now.

I don't like you
going through his stuff.

This expires in three days.

That doesn't mean anything.

No?

Who are these people?

What does this have
to do with you?

I don't know.

You tell me.

There you go, on the house.

Thanks.

Why didn't he find me?

If he was alive, I would
have been the first person...

Maybe he was protecting you
from something.

Maybe you didn't know him
as much as you thought.

Look, the guy
had a photo of me

'cause he was looking for me...
and he found me.

That doesn't
make any sense.

I know.

How does a schmuck
who looks like this

end up with a girl
looks like you?

He was...

He was funny.

And smart.

And I loved him.

I didn't even realize
that they salvaged his...

I had no idea
until I saw you.

It was a shock,

as I'm sure
you can imagine.

Well, at least he left
something behind.

Helped somebody in need.

Hey.
What can I get you fellas?

Yeah, uh, I'll take a, uh...

apple martini.

We're looking for George.

Yeah, I, uh...

I don't know any George.

That's funny...
'cause his piece-of-shit car

is parked down the street.

Haven't seen him in months.

What's up with your friend?

Wear your seatbelt, that's what.

You ain't kiddin'.

Tell him to call this number.

Tell him it's a burner
so he don't need

to be worried about it,
you got it?

Yeah, I got it.

Then why the fuck is this
piece of paper

still in my hand?

By the way, I, uh, saw
somebody slashed his tires.

Ain't that a shame?

We'll be back.

What the fuck, George?
Huh? Already?

Why don't you call it a night,

Before you get my place
shot up again?

Sorry, miss.

Use the back door.

What was all that about?

Apparently I'm a shithead.

God, this is all
so confusing.

I mean, I know he's gone
and you're not him, but...

I don't think we should
do this again, George.

- No?
- I'm sorry.

- Look, please.
- I can't.

Please.

Wait.

This was Eik's.

I want you to have it.

- What?
- Nothing.

Uh...

I don't know, the watch.

Well, what is it?

Well, it's nothing.

It's, uh, really nice.

We've done just about
all we can do.

We need to schedule
another procedure.

Sometimes a little pain can help
you feel like yourself again.

What did you do?

What happened today
cannot happen again.

Why don't you do...

Jesus!

You scared the crap out of me.

Well, it's you.

You want one?

It's bad for
the complexion.

That was a joke.

- Are you okay?
- Yeah.

Yeah, it's just
these damn pills.

Mama's got a customer.

- Someone's following me.
- Just stay away.

I have no idea why.
I have to remember who I am.

- I need your help.
- I barely know you, George.

- I knew your donor.
- But you know about this, right?

You know about triggering
memories, don't you?

- I don't...
- There's someone following me

and I don't know who it is
and I don't know why.

I need to find out.

Do...

Childhood photographs?

You've seen your mother,
you went to your apartment.

There is one person
I haven't seen yet.

But...
I don't wanna do it alone.

Is that him?

I think.

Shut up!

Yeah, that's him.

This is a mistake.

Remember why
you're here.

Yeah.

Well, what do you know?

It's the masked man again.

Holy shit,
I think this is him.

What?

Is that you, George,
behind that Mona Lisa?

Why are you doing this?

That's what we don't get.

What's your angle?

If you bozos did your research,
then you know who I am, right?

Shit, what's that?

That supposed to scare me,
old man?

What the fuck are you,
some kind of cop?

I'm worse.
Ex-cop.

Fuck you,
we just want our money.

You're trespassing, understand?

I got every right here,
you both got shit.

See you around real soon,
Georgie.

- Real soon.
- Get the hell outta here.

Nice playmates.

Thank you for that.

Friends of yours?

I don't know.

What's this supposed to be, huh?

Ain't we been through enough,
your ma and I?

What have you
been through?

Tell me everything.

Oh! Really?

How I know it's you anyway?

- What's going on?
- No, no, no, no.

Mitch, George,
please, come on!

Shut up!

- How tall are you?
- Are you serious?

You don't look like
my George.

You don't sound like my George.

The George I know sure as hell

wouldn't have cowered
like some pussy.

Whatever it is that happened
in the past, I'm sorry.

Yeah, I know my shithead son.

And I know...

this ain't him.

Well, you may be a fuck-up.

But that's all you two
have in common.

Whoever you are.

Oh, please!
Please!

Let's get the fuck
out of here.

Just stop.

It never goes like
it's supposed to.

Not at first.

Sophie,
what if he's right?

What is it?

This one patient...

He stopped coming
to sessions one day.

He just vanished.

The last time I saw him, he told
me he was being followed.

Just like you.

He said it was like
this person...

Wanted his face back.

I don't understand.

We've got to find the donors,
all of them.

Yeah, if I could get...

if I could get access
to the Reconstructive Wing.

But it's restricted
even for me.

Could I get in?

I mean... if your face
was being rejected,

or... or worse.

But we don't want that.

Promise me you won't
do anything stupid.

No...
No, no.

Hey, beautiful.

Oh!
Great, look who it is.

Back from the dead, again.

Hey, uh, look who it is.

The same loser who still
can't turn a profit.

Oh, and your one lone customer,
Howie.

Hey.
What are you doing?

Ah!
Watered-down vodka.

Up to your same old tricks.
You can put that on my tab.

Easy, easy.

You and I need to talk.

What the fuck, man?

What are you doing?

- What are you doing?
- I need a favor from you.

Am I in the fucking
Twilight Zone right now?

Look, we both know
I've done you wrong in the past.

- Yeah, and more than you know.
- Now is your chance.

- Make it good.
- What?

What are you
acting crazy for?

- Tom.
- Yeah?

You're a fucking idiot.

What are you talking about?

Can't see your daughter
and you almost lost your bar

because of me, yet you
invite me back into your life?

You know
how pathetic that is?

You're a fucking loser.

You think you've changed?

You haven't changed.

You know why you keep me around?

'Cause you're a chump.

Go ahead, right here.

Right here.

Do it, you fucking pussy.
Right here!

Fuck.
Goddamn it!

Open up! Please!
Open up! Open up!

- Help! Help!
- Hey!

Open the fucking door!

I'm worried about
your tissue antigens.

We've done just about
all we can do.

We're mitigating
the inflammation, but...

any more movement
of your scar tissue and...

your face could
shift irrevocably.

I'm concerned
about you, George.

Disappearing the other day.

Now this.

I need you
to be honest with me.

Did you hurt yourself?

If you did,
you can tell me.

It's not uncommon
with a transplant patient.

Nothing to be
embarrassed about.

I just want to make sure that
you get the appropriate care,

both physically
and mentally.

Tell me about Eik, doc.

Well, that's a tricky road
to go down right now.

Is it?

Considering
your emotional state.

But, all right.

Dr. Klein insisted that we all
sign up to be donors.

Set an example.

I'm a donor myself.

Eik saved your life.

That's all
you need to know.

I'm scheduling a psych
examination for you

before I release you.

It's for your own good.

Is that a threat?

Oh, George.

Do you know how important
you are to me personally?

I only want to help.

And I need you
to be strong.

For all those watching to see
you make a full recovery.

Good timing.

Get some rest, George.

Please, think about it.

That was incredibly
foolish!

Well, it worked,
didn't it?

What's that?

Oh...

I just, I got you...

something that...

Thanks.

This is nice.

Put it on.

Now?

Or later.

- How do I look?
- Good.

Thank you.

Yeah, of course.

I thought it might make you
feel more like yourself,

despite all of this.

Yeah, I guess you don't like the
old George's fashion sense, huh?

That's fine, I guess you know me
better than I know myself.

But...
this feels right.

Yeah.

Oh, yeah, sure.

So, the donor files are located
in the HLA typing lab.

It's usually locked with
a coded entry.

What do you mean, usually?

There are more people rooting
for you

than you might think,
George.

Yeah, baby, you know I do, damn.

That bitch don't mean
nothing to me.

I told you.

How many times do I have
to tell you?

You just keep on,

keep on keeping on...

It was supposed to
anesthetize my eyes, you know?

But all I felt was liquid
flowing out, all down my cheeks.

I guess they missed.

Then they said
they couldn't wait.

You know how,
in those old movies,

when like the guy gets clobbered
and he starts seeing stars?

Well, that was me.

The pain was so intense,

I swear I started seeing stars
exploding around my head.

After I stopped screaming,
I could see the medic,

like all the color
was drained from his face.

I knew I must be
in serious trouble.

Thank you, Chuck.

I think we should probably just
cut off there.

What is it?

- What is it?
- Did you even know Eik?

Yeah, of course.

Why?
What does...

Why haven't you gone
to the cops?

George.

Why haven't you gone
to the cops?

Because if you knew that
Eik was onto something,

that maybe they were
tricking donors or worse,

- and you never reported it...
- Tell me what happened.

- No, I'm asking you.
- George.

Do you think
I'm involved in this?

No, I don't.

You wanna know?

You gave me
Dr. Klein's watch.

Dr. Klein?

Why would Eik have
Dr. Klein's watch?

- Yeah, exactly.
- I don't know.

- I don't know!
- Why?

He said it was a gift.

What was your involvement
with Klein?

- George, stop.
- Your involvement.

- Stop!
- Were you two together?

- No! God, no!
- Bullshit!

What do you expect me
to believe?

What do you expect me
to believe?

George!

'Cause I killed him.

I killed him.

Oh, G...

Everything okay, George?

I don't like the look
of that scar tissue.

Can you smell that?

How did Dr. Klein die?

In a freak accident...

In the lab.

Here at the hospital?

They still couldn't
save him.

Poor bastard.

Locked behind his lab door.

Just 20 feet away from
the world's best trauma docs.

Ironic, huh?

Gonna have that doc
check you out, George.

I need to be able
to trust you.

You're all I have.
If I can't trust you, I...

Come with me.

He donated his body
to medical research.

Now every department's
competing over

who gets to use
the esteemed Dr. Klein.

It's morbid.

I need to know how.

I confronted him in his lab
after Eik went missing.

I accused him of stealing faces,
and he...

Oh, God.

It was self-defense.

I grabbed glass tubes, jars,
whatever I could find.

Turned out one was acid.

He tried to strangle me.

So I pushed him off and I ran.

That's why I can't go
to the authorities.

I thought they were gonna
get away with it, too,

until I met you.

But...

What?

I don't think
this is actually him.

What do you mean?
Who is this?

I don't know.

Does a world-class surgeon
have chewed fingernails?

Calluses?

If he's still alive,
he won't stop.

He was obsessed with his work,
his legacy.

- Please, you have to believe me.
- Believe you?

George, please,
I can't do this by myself.

I don't know what happened to
Eik or why he had Klein's watch.

But I do know that Klein
killed Eik

and forced him
to become a donor.

And if Klein's still alive,
it's gonna keep happening.

Shit.

- What?
- Shit. Come on.

We've got to save her.

Who?
Who are you talking about?

No!
No, no, no!

It's okay...
this way, this way!

Hey, hey!

I saw her get picked up
by that same white van.

- Who are you talking about?
- And then...

- What?
- And then she was downstairs

with her face all marked up.

George, they came
down here?

Who are you talking about?

Downstairs! Downstairs!
Fuck!

What?! George!

What the hell's happening?

Wait.
I know you.

George!

No!

George!

Stay still!

No!
No!

Get off me!

No, no!

What did you do with Sophie?

She's been terminated, George.

No, no, no.
It's...

it's not her fault,
you don't under...

No, it's...
it's me.

It's me.
It's...

it's the meds.

My mind is...

So you're still having trouble

remembering your past.

Tell me what you remember.

I remember...

I remember my dad.

I remember Tom,
my friend.

I remember I'm in trouble.
I remember...

I owe people money.
I...

So there are people
who know you.

Have you tried reconnecting
in a meaningful way...

Yeah, but my dad doesn't even
want to acknowledge

that I exist.
He doesn't even...

All right, George,
your scarring's

not healing the way we wanted.

Your face has shifted under
the weight of the new damage.

We need to reschedule
another procedure.

No, no, please, I... I can't go
under the knife so soon.

- Please, don't.
- All right.

All right,
we'll cross that bridge

when our options run out.

But the best thing you can do
in the meantime

is to start healing this.

I need you to dig deep, confront
those hard relationships.

Don't hide from your demons.

Sometimes a little pain can help
you feel like yourself again.

I know what I have to do.

Good.

Can I get a moment?

Tom.

Yeah, every...
everything's fine.

I...

I need one last favor.

Tom?

Tom?!

Tom called your mother.

You've gotta get
out of here.

- What?
- Oh, no, you have to get...

Your mother, in her heart,
she blames me, you know.

Going to the track was something
I did with my own father.

- You had to go and ruin it.
- Please.

You have to go.

You have to go, please.

Look, hey...

I've been around way too long...

and I know how your
story's gonna end.

But here...
Take this.

It's the best I can do.

Here.
Take it.

It's a bus ticket outta town

and three grand
to get you started.

You said you changed.

Go start anew.

No, I can't.
You have to go.

There's nothing good left
for you here.

That includes your mother,
you understand?

Okay, please, just go.

Don't you recognize
a second chance when you see it?

Please, just go.
Just...

Please, Jesus Christ,
please, go.

I tried.

Just go, just go.

Now, this...

It's just like
the good old days.

Hiya, Georgie.

Where's, um...

- that other guy?
- Let's settle this.

Make it easy on everybody.

But how do you know
you have the right guy?

- Fuckin' games. Enough!
- How do you know?

How do you know?

You really don't remember,
do you?

No! I don't.

Huh.

You're missing a tooth.

You bit me,
you degenerate fuck!

No, no, no, it's okay.
He's with me.

No!
No!

No! Dad!

Dad... Dad!

Dad! No! Dad!

You said nobody
would miss the bodies.

- What?
- Don't be fucking stupid.

We delivered them
just like you asked for.

Alive and kickin', and with
real pretty faces, too.

No.
No.

But enough,
you stupid sack of shit!

I don't know what scam
you're playing at.

I don't give two fucks.

What, did that surgery
add testicles to you, too?

What makes you think
you can fuck with us, Georgie?

You better do the math
real fast.

Or we're gonna take back
what we delivered.

You follow?

Ah, m...

Dad! Dad!

Dad, no.

Dad, Dad, no.

No, I'm... I'm sorry.

Dad.
Dad, please.

Who...

Who... are you?

Dad, no, no, no.
Dad, no.

No, no, Dad.

Dad!

- George?
- Dad, no.

Oh, my God.

Oh, my God, George,
what happened?

I worked for Klein.

What?

I worked for Klein.

What are you talking about?

What do you mean
you worked for Klein?

I worked for him,
I found all of them,

all the donors.

All those marks, people
who wouldn't be missed.

What?
George.

Donors.
People who wouldn't be missed.

I found Eik.

Eik?
No.

No, that's not possible.
We gotta go.

- Come on.
- At least I know who I am now.

- I know who I am!
- No!

No, please, that's not you,
Okay?

- That was Klein.
- Klein's dead.

No, he's not!

I'm the one you want,
I'm the one you want.

George, look at me!

George!

Klein's not dead!

Please.
He's alive.

And he's coming for me.

Please.

Please.

Come on, George, come on.

Come on...
come on!

No! George! Wait!

- What are you doing?
- George! Get...

Get the fuck off me!

She's manipulating you,
George!

You're not
thinking right, man!

Enough!

Klein.

Klein!

Stop this nonsense and return
to your rooms immediately!

Take this thing off!

What the f...

Stop! Stop!

Get it off of me!

No.

Hey... Hey, it's...

It's all waiting for you...
Eh?

Just like you left it.

This is...

this is not my fault.

- He saw me!
- He saw you?

Are you fucking serious?

Not this shit!

What should we fucking
do with her?

Look, man, it's over.
He saw me.

Oh, he saw your face?

Doc insisted that we follow
the sequence.

All you had to do was stay away,
stay hidden

so he couldn't see you
until he woke up.

Why the fuck are you out
of your room?

I've done everything he's asked.

When am I gonna be done
with this?

When can I be done?

When?

When am I...

- When am I done with this?
- Now.

You said he'd have to go.

You said
it'd have to be done.

You did.

You said a degenerate man
like that

wouldn't be able
to stay hidden long.

- You said...
- Don't understand.

Wake up.

Wake up, Doc.
Wake up!

I've done everything
you've asked.

Wake the fuck up
already, Doc!

No!

You're not him! No!

No!

No!
You're not...

Remember what you said to me
when I saved you?

Remember that?

Help me remember!

I don't know
what to do anymore.

I've done everything
you've asked for.

Wake up, Doc!

Come on, already, fuck.

Snap out of it, man.

I've done everything
you've asked.

Just tell me what to do.

Just tell me what to do,
I'll do it.

I'll do it.

No...

You knew your dad.

You knew him.
You said, "That's him."

Remember who did this
to you.

Remember who
did this to you!

You're not him...
You're not him...

You're not him.
You're not him.

Tell me what to do.
I'll do it for you.

You're not him!

You're not him!

Tell me what to do
and I'll do it for you.

- I'll do it for you.
- You're not him!

Tell me what to do, Doc.

Tell me what to do
and I'll do it.

I think I love her.

I saw what you all said I would
see, but I didn't remember.

That...

No.

The only thing
I do remember is...

you trying to kill me.

You killed Eik.

You turned me into that...

So, what now, Sophie?

Huh?

What now?

I hate you.

I think I need
a new face.

All of my dream
faded it seems

Just like
the morning dew

And every plan
that we both began

Has all been
shattered, too

I don't know why
I should cry over you

Sigh over you

Even be blue

I should have known that
you'd leave me alone

And break my heart in two

Although you have left me
alone to pine

All of my love
was a waste of time

Someday your heart will
be broken like mine...