False Witness (2019) - full transcript

Viewers will
no doubt remember the case

of the undercover
police detective

who was brutally gunned
down in broad daylight

on a Brooklyn
sidewalk on Tuesday.

In a bizarre development,
this program has learned

that the DA's office
failed to secure testimony

from the only
eyewitness to the murder

who they interviewed and
released Tuesday afternoon.

According to reliable
sources, the eyewitness

demanded protection before
she spilled the beans.

And while that was
being negotiated,



she promptly forgot
what she saw.

All units,
apprehend false witness

Mia Hoffman at all costs.

You are authorized
to use lethal force.

Word has it
you're experiencing

mental health problems.

We can help you with that.

It's called
involuntary commitment.

Expect a visit from the
white coats, you Judas bitch!

No.

No.

No.

No.

No.



No.

Rewind.

Rewind.

Here, baby.

That's chamomile tea.

It's supposed to soothe
the nervous system.

How you doing?

Terrible.

Is everything
still a complete blank?

I'm seeing things

Well...

What things?

I thought a guy
was following me.

You've had guys
following you your entire life.

It was horrible.

Oh, yeah.

Well, this has got
to be a side effect

of what you've been
through, you know.

You witnessed a crime
you shouldn't have seen.

It's gonna take some time.

It's been a month.

Hey, you're
going to be okay.

It's just going to take a
little longer than you thought.

I need help.

Listen, you need
to forget about it.

That's the sane thing to do.

Okay?

Hey, don't worry.

I'll look after you.

Come here.

You're what, 24?

25.

Too many recreational drugs
can cause hallucinations

and memory loss.

I don't do drugs.

Too much alcohol as well.

I hardly drink.

You've got
yourself overwrought.

I'm writing you a prescription
for benzodiazepine.

Three milligrams twice
a day for six weeks.

Post-traumatic stress disorder

or PTSD.

Affects five million Americans.

Symptoms include extreme
anxiety, hallucinations,

flashbacks, sleeping problems,

hyperarousal, irritable
or aggressive behavior.

Avoidance symptoms
include difficulty

remembering the traumatic event

that caused the PTSD

and purposely avoiding
reminders of that event.

My trauma resolution techniques
are tried and tested,

even on my wife, Lauren.

She had PTSD.

She was self-harming
and she was suicidal

after she was abducted,

but I helped her bring her
experiences to consciousness

and reframe them.

Once she gained full
memory of her ordeal,

her impulses to
suicide disappeared.

Whether my approach is
controversial or not,

it works.

I will do whatever it takes.

Whatever it takes

to unearth the
memories you hide.

That's what purposeful
provocation is all about.

You made it.

Thank god.

Welcome to Dynamic Catharsis.

Come in.

Come in.

Let's get you settled in.

I thought it was best
to put you in here

for the duration
of the training.

I'm so glad you're here.

Now we just need to find out

what drives your impulse
to fuck everything up.

Come on.

We've got work to do.

Phone, please.

I don't allow them
during the training.

Sit down, make
yourself comfortable.

Welcome to the funny farm.

Trauma is not an experience

but a psychological and
physiological response

to an experience.

Therefore, it is possible
to reframe the experience

and have a different
reaction to it.

But first we have to
know the whole story.

The whole story must
be brought to light

before it can be redefined.

This is why I employ a technique

I call purposeful provocation.

Purposeful provocation.

But before we get into that,
let's do the introductions.

All right, I guess
I'll kick it off.

I'm Tony.

I was a Marine.

Three tours in Iraq.

You'd be surprised how
savage humans could be.

I'll tell you right bow.

I start to having really
horrific flashbacks.

It wouldn't stop

and the VA sent me here.

To be with you clowns.

I'm Brad

and I've taken
enough meth and acid

to trip out a small town.

Yeah.

The highs, they um,

they were off the
scale, you know.

They're crazy.

But when that shit turns dark,

it's like jet black
tar, you know.

Problem is that tar
doesn't come off, you know.

Yeah, it sticks to your soul.

My family and my friends,

they all chipped in to
see if this would help.

Doug Linley.

I got PTSD.

There, I said it.

I drive ambulances but
dealing with the injuries

is really hard to cope with.

Putting a guy in the
back of the truck

and laying his legs next to him.

Finding a kid who's pumped so
much blood over the sidewalk

you can't help but slip in it.

They told me if I
wanted to keep the job,

I had to come and see Franklin.

Look at you.

You're all shriveled up.

Make yourself more upright.

Straighten your upper body.

Let your shoulders fall back.

Our physiology and
psychology are intertwined.

Change one and you
change the other.

Good.

Now tell me why you're here.

About a month ago,
my life turned to shit.

Keep your body upright.

Don't let your shoulders hunch.

Breathe.

Go on.

I told the cops I'd
witnessed the shooting

of a police detective and
that I knew the identity

of the killer, but that
I needed protection

before I gave it to them.

They put two squad cars
outside my building

and gave me a panic button.

But by the time they'd talked
to the DA and got back to me,

I'd forgotten everything.

Take a deep, slow breath.

Fill your chest and let
your shoulders fall back.

It's like the whole event
was erased from my memory.

I'd witnessed something
really horrible,

and I couldn't
remember any of it.

I still can't.

You're doing great.

They're really angry with me

and they thought I'd been
paid off, which I hadn't.

I never took a
penny off of anyone.

But the cops have
been harassing me.

I think they're trying
to psych me out.

Looks like they're making
a pretty good job of it.

This is quite an
elaborate story.

I put it all in
my application form.

There's nothing wrong with it.

I just imagined something more
related to the kidnapping.

What kidnapping?

Perhaps witnessing a murder,

forgetting what you saw and
suffering police harassment

as a result are symbolic.

Symbolic of what?

That's what I'd
like to find out.

I'm searching for the memory
that was never resolved.

The pocket of buried trauma

that could drive you to
destructive behavior.

I don't know what that is.

That's perfectly natural.

You've buried it, which is
why you've forgotten it.

But that's also
why it's dangerous.

We need to reach deep
into your memory.

It's hiding in here, and
it needs to come out.

What's the matter?

I don't want your
hand on my head.

Why not?

It's invasive.

Let's take a break.

I mean who
doesn't have coffee.

It's like

being on a frigging
prison yard break.

I guess you'd
know all about that.

Why don't
you go fuck yourself?

Doug, I mean it.

Go grab something and
shove it up your ass.

It'll make me happy.

We get what we deserve.

Anyone want a hit?

Yeah, a hit'd be nice.

Why don't you put this
guy in a coffin for me?

What, you wanna be friends?

What's up?

Fuck yourself.

You okay?

I'm not enjoying the conflict.

Out here or in there.

It's meant to unsettle you.

Purposeful provocation.

Think about it.

The application form asked
every kind of question.

He knows all of it,

even if he pretends
like he don't.

You know, none of us
were picked by accident.

Bitch.

You know, thousands of people
apply for these trainings.

Didn't it occur to you how
lucky you were to get in?

This might be a
little uncomfortable,

but we need to move
the narrative forward.

Why are you doing this to me?

Why did you forget
the identity of the killer?

I couldn't remember.

What is this?

Liar!

You got that right.

Why are you being
so nasty to me?

Liar!

I'm not lying!

Why are you doing this!

Liar!

I've told you!

I couldn't remember any of it!

Liar!

Help me!

Suck it up, bitch.

Alright, enough
is enough here.

Franklin, take the fucking
zip ties off her wrists.

You seem distracted.

Didn't you hear
what he just said?

I said take off
the fucking zip ties!

What who said?

Tony.

Tony's
one of them, is he?

One of who?

You're seeing three
other people in this room,

but they're not real.

They're your hallucinations.

You gotta be
fucking kidding me.

So how do you know
there are three of them?

And why did you take
$3,000 off me for training?

I can tell from
your eye movements.

Have you seen
his eye movements?

They're all over the place.

And his hands are
shaking like this.

Yeah, maybe he dropped
some acid before we got here.

Maybe he's got PTSD too.

You know, sometimes
you can't even see

what's right in front of you.

It's like a reverse
hallucination.

They're dissociated
aspects of your trauma.

Don't feed them with
your outward attention.

Try to feel what they
represent to you.

He's just fucking with us.

It's all purposeful provocation.

They are symbolic projections.

Symbolic projections who
have been given rooms upstairs.

Can you please
just untie my wrists?

Please?

I'm sorry.

Perhaps that was
a little extreme.

Yeah, you think?

Maybe it's the nuthouse calling

to see where the fuck you are.

Way to go!

What the fuck, man?

Fuck, man.

Oh, man, that's
fucking hilarious.

He doesn't think I exist.

If only the cops thought so too.

I'm sure they see
right through you anyway.

Who said that?

Fuck you, you junkie prick.

It really bugs you that he
thinks you're not real, huh.

He shook my hand, carried my
bag upstairs when I arrived.

So I'm not gonna take
this too seriously.

Get the fuck away from me!

Rewind.

Rewind.

Rewind.

Doesn't it bother you?

It's what he does.

I had a buddy got sent
here last year from the VA.

He said he was completely
ignored for the first 48 hours.

Purposeful provocation.

You've got a
ways to go yet, kid.

Are you okay?

You look like
you've seen a ghost.

Maybe it was the ghost
of the cop who got killed.

Why are you such a jerk?

You didn't do
your goddamned duty.

You didn't do
your goddamned duty.

You didn't put
the scumbag away.

I'm gonna make sure you
suffer for your crimes.

Sorry, who said that?

Can we get past the
killing of the police officer

and whether or not you
can remember who shot him?

I wish I could.

You've constructed this
story to hide the real one.

So what are you saying?

That not only have I
imagined Brad, Tony and Doug,

I've also invented
what happened to me?

There's a reason we engage
in destructive behavior.

If we can find that reason,
we can avoid the behavior.

I don't understand
what you're saying.

We just need to unearth
the memory you've hidden,

and then we can prevent you
from screwing everything up!

Too late.

I've already screwed it all up.

We're rewinding.

We're going back to find
out what you never told me.

Are you sure you
haven't got me mixed up

with somebody else?

You're deflecting.

Stop deflecting.

What is it that you
think I'm going to do?

Your intransigence is
becoming very tiresome.

Oh, what a guy, man.

I guess that was
meant to make you feel

a little shitty, huh.

I didn't need any help.

Come on, let's
go smoke a joint.

I got some awesome sativa.

Come on.

I just came out for some air.

You're not gonna
get high off that.

I'm already
struggling with reality.

Don't say anything, okay.

But I think Doug might
be here because of me.

Why?

Ambulance driver, my ass!

I think he's a fucking cop.

I already know he's a cop.

I saw his badge.

But what does he want with you?

I'm carrying a bunch of drugs.

All my clothes are gone.

Gone where?

Someone's taken them.

Who would do that?

Well, if Brad, Tony
and Doug don't exist,

it must have been you.

Maybe they're in your room

but you're just not seeing them.

I don't have reverse
hallucinations.

How can anyone
be certain of that?

Don't worry, they'll turn up.

In the meantime, I'm sure we
can find you something to wear.

Who does these belong to?

They're all yours.

If you want them.

Well, I can see you in this one.

It's not my style.

I beg to differ.

That dress was made for you.

How's your steak?

Really good.

Really good.

Do you still think
that they're not real?

They're eating your food.

The potatoes
are pretty good too.

Okay, they are real.

You got that
right!

Thank God.

I just want you to be happy.

Who do you think I am?

Who do you think you are?

I'm Mia Hoffman.

I told you, I'm
happy to explore that.

My name isn't a concept.

I'm accepting your story.

That's good of you.

Don't be like that.

Well, how do you
expect me to be?

I keep getting the idea you
think I'm somebody else.

You're Mia Hoffman.

You witnessed a murder and
then you forgot about it,

which upset you.

That's your presenting
problem, am I right?

This is bullshit!

I'm leaving!

I'm trying to
be accommodating.

What's the matter with you?

You're riding
her too hard, man.

Look I was just saying that
the food's really good,

and, umm, thank you.

Hallucination coming through.

Although we
cannot escape the past,

we can free ourselves from
the hold it has over us

by representing our
memories to ourselves

in a different way.

Imagine yourself walking
into an elevator.

The doors close, and the
elevator descends 10 floors.

10, nine, eight,

seven, six, five, four,

three, two, one.

This is your domain.

You have a complete power here.

Nothing can hurt you.

It's safe to explore
unknown territory.

Shine a light into
the dark corners.

Root out what you can't see.

Embrace the fear and
reach for your deepest,

darkest memory.

Remember that any fear
you feel does not belong

to the here and now.

Your memories have only
the power you give them.

How you doing?

Look out the window.

Can you see that?

Franklin and the pig.

Sure.

Franklin said he didn't exist.

He said I didn't exist either.

I don't know
what's going on here.

They're fitting me up,
that's what's going on.

Hey, how about
some Durban Poison?

Aw, man.

Where the fuck is the
coffee in this place?

No
coffee, I'm afraid.

Really?

It's an
infamous adrenaline releaser.

And I think we've already got
enough of that to deal with.

No breakfast either.

We're gonna work on
an empty stomach.

That's great.

But help yourself
to a camomile tea.

What kind of work?

Thermal stimulation.

Causes vasodilation,
improves blood circulation

and reduces blood pressure.

I've also found that it can
prompt unconscious memories.

Oh, man.

Is that, is that,
I mean we're like,

are we all gonna
take a bath together?

The jacuzzi.

Where's the jacuzzi?

It's in the middle
of the goddamn garden!

High ass motherfucker.

All right,
guys, chill out.

Just gonna make myself
a coffee, all right?

I ain't doing that shit.

No way in hell.

I ain't come here to go
in a fucking jacuzzi.

How are you feeling today?

Why is it so hot?

It's at the maximum.

I feel claustrophobic.

But you prefer it like this.

No, I don't.

It freaks me out!

Me too.

What?

You must be used to
being in hot water.

Shut the fuck up.

I need to get out.

Get off me!

A panic attack is a
condition of adrenaline

being released into
your bloodstream.

Adrenaline causes your
heart to pump extra blood

into your major muscles
which increases your ability

to run fast and to bring
extra strength to your arms.

Extra blood also
goes to your brain

which heighten your ability
to respond to an emergency.

All of this is caused
by a message of fear

that's sending a signal
to your adrenal glands

that there is an emergency.

Stop!

Say that to yourself.

Stop!

And you'll interrupt
the emergency message

your brain is sending
to your adrenal glands.

I don't think it's the hot water

that's generating your
emergency message.

I think it's your hidden
memory that's doing it.

It's wrapped in a
bubble of terror,

and the closer we get to it,

the more the terror infects you.

I need to get out.

But look around you.

You're not in the middle
of a terrifying memory.

You're in a tub in
a pretty garden.

Nothing is threatening you here.

I can't breathe!

Stop!

It's too much.

Focus.

You've done it before
and you can do it again.

I need to get out!

Stop acting like
a crazy woman.

Get off me!

I'm not crazy, okay?

I'm not fucking crazy!

Close your eyes and relax.

There is no threat here.

You can dip into a memory
and withdraw from it at will.

You are in control
of the process.

I'm not just so keen
on the dark, you know?

Can we like switch the
light back on, maybe?

Don't struggle with it.

You're safe right
here and right now.

Be aware of your body.

Let yourself relax a little bit.

That's it.

Now take the elevator
down to your memory room.

Recall what you can
of the shooting.

Let it come.

Tell me what you can see.

I can see the gun
and the hand holding it.

The gun fires at the cop.

He's bleeding.

I don't like seeing this.

Is it
an associated image?

Do you see this
through your own eyes?

Yes.

Can you
dissociate yourself from it?

Can you step back so that you
can see yourself in the scene?

Okay, I'll try.

Now search
for the killer's face.

I can't see it.

Remember
this is just a memory.

Can you feel your body?

Can you sense you are
still safely in the room?

I can see his face!

The gunman?

Oh my god!

What?

What can you see?

Jesus Christ!

What's
so interesting

about this particular
hallucination?

Doug was the cop who got shot.

Is he still here?

No, he's gone.

That's excellent.

It's crazy.

Do you feel different?

Can you see Doug?

Yeah.

Just sounds like you're having

reverse hallucinations,
you know?

I've seen it all now.

This is something else.

Huh?

No, she can't hear you.

She imagined you
out of existence.

I wish I could.

Hallucinations can
lead us to the truth

or distract us from it.

I don't know
what the truth is.

I mean this is the
guy that got killed.

I saw who did that.

And then I just
happened to forget.

Be gentle with yourself.

You forgot for a reason.

It was safer for you to do that.

We just need to find out why.

Why do you keep resisting me?

Give me some space!

I'm just trying to
show some affection.

I don't need your affection.

Don't I know it.

This is too weird for me.

Let me out!

Good for you.

Good.

Yeah, go on Mia.

You'll be alright.

What are you doing?

When is enough enough, really?

Mia Hoffman.

Who are you?

We have an involuntary
commitment order.

Are you ready
to go a little further?

I guess

So my big question is
why would you want to hide

the identity of a killer?

I don't want to hide it.

I want to remember.

Some part of
you doesn't agree.

Why would I forget something
as important as that?

Yes, why would you?

Because I'm crazy?

There's nothing crazy
about hiding a memory.

We all do it.

But there's always a reason

and that's what we're
trying to find out.

I don't know why I forgot.

I don't know.

I just don't know.

She don't know,
she don't know.

She don't know, she don't know.

What are you gonna do?

Let it go already!

You saw him.

You saw the killer's face.

He's in your mind.

You just need to locate it.

I can't remember.

Yes, you can

You're a fucking bully.

You know that?

You really are.

You know what we do to
bullies in my neighborhood?

You're hiding the memory.

Shine a light into
the dark corners.

Root out what you can't see.

Bring him into the open!

We fuck them up.

You understand what I'm saying?

Can you hear me?

What do you see?

Keep ignoring
me, motherfucker.

Bullies are always cowards.

You see that shit?

You stand up to them
and they back off.

Tell him to go
fuck himself, Mia!

But I wanna remember.

I wanna stop the madness.

He's a fucking joke!

Trust me, you don't wanna
remember this stuff!

I'm telling you.

You know, life is
real crazy, you know.

It's so fucking crazy.

You just gotta to fucking learn

to dance on quicksand, right?

It was just a starting pistol.

Memories are notoriously
situation dependent.

It's much easier to
remember something

if you are in the same state

as when you originally
experienced it.

Did you remember something?

You'll choke it down if you
know what's good for you, Mia.

Tell me!

I was threatened with a gun.

Before or after the shooting?

After, I think.

Maybe it was one
of the cops, right?

Of course it's
one of the cops.

The NYPD is a sewer of
corruption, right Doug?

Tell 'em.

You know, fuck
you, motherfucker!

Don't listen to
the hallucinations.

The gun is obviously the
missing link in your story.

The hidden twist that will
bring logic to your narrative.

You're doing really well.

Who threatened you with the gun?

It was definitely a cop, Mia.

You hear what I'm saying?

It was a fucking cop!

Who threatened you?

No ears.

No eyes.

And a gun.

You have done really well.

We'll leave it here for today.

Mia, you all right?

I really think it's
a cop though, okay?

It's only me.

How you doing?

Not so good.

You got any caps?

Like Vicodin?

Percocet?

Demerol, you know?

Oxycontin?

I thought your bag
was full of drugs.

I've got blow,
meth, beans, acid.

But no downers, you know.

I got some sedatives.

You got benzos?

I don't know what they are.

All right, let's
break 'em out.

I think we could both do
with a chill, you know?

They're in my bag.

You got mace.

Kick-ass!

I'm not gonna fuck with you.

Here we go.

Shake them out on the bed.

Okay, let's start with two each.

Smooth everything out.

That should do the trick.

You get these pills from China?

Fucking third rate bullshit.

I've got nothing going on.

Nada.

I feel kind of drowsy.

Dude, it's late.

You'd be feeling sleepy anyway.

Especially after today.

Yeah.

We should swallow
some more you now.

Really, chill out, put a
blanket over all that bullshit.

The doctor said two a day.

They have to say that
shit for legal reasons.

They've got no juice.

We can pretty much take
as many as we want.

I don't know.

C'mon.

It'll be fun.

Worse that can happen

is that you get a good
night's sleep, okay?

You want me to rub your
shoulders or anything?

I'm okay, thanks.

Are you
getting anything?

I feel more relaxed than
I have done in a while.

That's the Brad effect.

You know, people
chill in my presence.

But I'm still wired.

Yeah.

We need to swallow some more.

I don't think so.

Look, sedatives take about
20 minutes to kick in, okay?

And it's been more than half
an hour, and we've got zip.

All right?

Well, maybe these take longer.

No way.

It's how the chemicals work.

Not even the Chinese
can screw that up.

Like I said, we should
be totally fucked

on the first two by now.

Worst way is you're gonna
get a dreamless sleep

and feel a little
groggy in the morning.

Which will help you
deal with El Comandante.

There you go!

You're getting with the program.

Now come on!

Swallow these down.

Come on.

One, two, three, four.

Five, six.

Now, one more.

Seven?

It'll be totally
cool, I promise you.

C'mon, live a little.

Yeah, that's a girl!

Feels good, huh?

It'll hit you soon.

Here we go.

Fucking burns.

Yeah.

What have you done?

Suicide is opposed to every
sane and reasonable impulse!

Don't you know that?

Why are you giving
up on me again?

After everything
we've been through.

After all the effort I've
put into making you better.

Why are you being
so fucking selfish?

I threw your sedatives
in the trash.

You just OD'd on my vitamin B.

There is no freedom in escape.

When will you learn that?

Oh, these are great.

Hey!

Mia, how you feeling today?

A little better, kid?

No.

Oh well.

It's gotta be tough
choking down a secret

everybody wants to hear, huh.

I wouldn't know.

Really?

Really.

Hey Mia, you know
what concrete shoes are?

No?

It's when you get these two
big cooking oil cans, right?

Olive oil, canola oil,
it doesn't matter.

It's always about a foot
wide by a foot deep.

Then you fill them
with three parts sand

and one part cement.

And you add just enough water
so you can get somebody's foot

and you can push it all the
way to the bottom like this.

It usually takes a couple days

for that concrete
to harden fully.

So you got plenty of
time for self-reflection

before you find out if your
new shoes help you float

in the Hudson River.

You know what I mean?

Going somewhere?

I've just come
from your bathroom.

I don't want to
hear any excuses.

There's...

Into the training room.

Now!

Showtime!

Put the piece down,
you crazy motherfucker!

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since it has been eclipsed
by the .454 Cassul

and the .500 Smith
& Wesson Magnum.

But still quite a beast.

There's a dead
body in your bath.

Whoa, whoa,
whoa, whoa, whoa.

Loaded with deeply
penetrating bullets,

suitable for the hunting
of all North American game,

and other animals of course,

but with the cost of heavy
recoil and muzzle flash.

But there's a price to pay
for everything in this world.

Is it your wife in the bath?

I thought so.

More wonderful intuition.

So tell me, Lauren, what's
the big deal about the gun?

Is that her name?

Stop deflecting.

I think it's you who's
doing the deflecting.

Why are you
resisting everything?

I'm just wondering who the
dead body in your bath is.

You're going to
ruin everything!

By not being her?

It's all about hiding the
memory with you, isn't it?

That stops now.

Why are you so
frightened of the gun?

What does it remind you of?

What do you remember?

What are you
withholding from me?

Am I managing to ring
any bells for you?

I really need that memory.

Whatever it takes
to shake it loose.

That's
some strong shit.

No noise.

Open your mouth.

Oh!

I think it's her
fucking lucky day.

Open
your motherfucking mouth.

Come on, we don't
got much time.

You didn't see nothing.

You didn't hear nothing.

And none of this ever happened.

What did you see?

Oh fuck!

We have a report
of shots fired at Bines Farm.

Code three.

That's Franklin Spitz's place.

B Unit Six, we're about
a mile from location.

What did you see?

If we can't fix this, it's
all over for both of us!

You
didn't see nothing.

You didn't hear nothing.

And none of
this ever happened.

Why do you try to escape me

when all I want to do
is make you better?

Don't you know how
much I love you?

I'm not Lauren.

I'm not your wife.

She's in your bath,
soaking in blood and ice.

Tell me what you
saw back there.

Did you kill her?

Did it give you the answer?

Did it make sense of everything?

Did you kill her?

Did I kill who?

Your wife.

If I can't prevent
your insane impulses.

Put the gun down, sir!

I'm gonna put us
both out of our misery

before you do it on your own.

Put the gun down now!

Denying something does
not make it go away.

You, of all people,
should know that.

Drop the weapon!

Put it down, now!

Drop it sir!

Drop it now!

Admit that you killed me.

Don't make us ask you again.

Admit it!

Stop this madness!

Stop it!

Put it down!

Drop the weapon!

Admit that you killed me!

I'm sorry, Franklin.

My brain just won't function
the way you insist it should.

It never worked properly,

and we'll all be
better off without it.

I love you.

Lauren.

Did you find her?

Like you
said, she was in the tub.

What happened?

Forensics are on their way.

Take a guess.

Looks like suicide.

But don't quote me.

How're you doing?

I'm okay.

You look like you've
had a pretty rough time.

Hey, you're gonna be okay.

We're gonna look after you.

When we're through here,
we'll take you home.

I'd say she's been in
here four or five days,

but the ice will have
preserved the body

so it could be a lot longer.

You want to bring him in?

Do you recognize
this woman, sir?

Is this the
dead body of your wife?

Is this your wife, sir?

I failed you.

Is this your wife, sir?

Yes.

It's my wife.

Where have you been?

How did you get in?

Basement, service
elevator, worn lock.

Where the fuck have you been?

I'm sorry, I had
to do something.

Why?

In the middle of what
you've been going through,

you just take off?

No call, no text, no nothing?

I went to a therapy workshop.

Okay.

How was it?

I don't wanna talk about it.

Why not?

What's the big secret?

I realized I wanna be
on my own for a while.

What?

You visit a shrink and
you break up with me?

Are you fucking kidding?

I'm sorry.

The shrink fix your memory?

You were right.

Maybe we should just
forget about that stuff.

You sure?

I'm sure.

Okay.

I'll call you later.

Yeah.

Yeah?

She remembers.

I'm on my way.