Dark/Web (2019–…): Season 1, Episode 4 - Chapter Four - full transcript
[KNOCKING]
Oh, good.
You're awake.
You ready?
We're making waffles today.
Anything come for me?
Nothing.
Sorry.
[DOOR CLOSING]
[SIGHING]
I'm in for like a month.
Actually, five weeks,
but maybe a month
if I show some improvement.
I really don't know how
you stand this place.
It's just, it's beige.
It's peaceful.
It's a prison.
Your turn.
[SLAM]
Anyway, my daughter
brought me something
so I could stay connected
and talk to her more.
And I don't know how to do
anything on it which is shitty,
but you may make a call.
No, that's OK.
No, I'm sure there's someone
that you want to call.
Use it.
[STATIC SOUNDS]
(YELLING) No!
I don't want to make a call!
I'm not doing great.
No [INAUDIBLE], you know?
We'll finish this later.
OK.
OK.
OK.
[MUSIC PLAYING]
[OMINOUS MUSIC PLAYING]
[DOOR OPENING]
Oh, good.
You're awake.
You got a visitor.
Who?
A reporter.
He said he wants to
ask you some questions
about a friend of yours.
What friend?
We tried to call, but they said
you don't really do phones.
You didn't bring it
in here, did you?
Your phone?
No, no, no.
I left it outside
with my friends.
They said no electronics.
[GAME MUSIC]
You got to stop that.
You're stressing out Margaret.
Sorry.
Sorry.
I hate these places.
What the hell is
taking so long anyway?
I can't miss my
flight back tonight.
Well, it's just the same.
No news is good news.
I don't know why anybody
ever assumes that.
[PHONE BUZZING]
(SIGHING) I just hate
that we're stuck out here.
They should have
let all of us go in.
Lucky that they
let anybody go in.
Thank god Ethan still
had his press badge.
OK.
You would rather leave
the house without pants
than without that fucking thing.
I swear, this one time,
we were in the hot tub--
nevermind.
A lot has changed
since high school.
Well, that's what
happens, right?
How do you know Molly?
We went to high school together.
It's been a few years since
I've heard from her though.
And why are you
looking for her now?
I was hoping you might
be able to answer that.
A few days ago we started
getting these bizarre email
messages from Molly
asking for help.
We thought it was a scam until
we saw that she'd gone missing.
Missing?
You two were friends.
We assume so since
she mentioned you.
She mentioned me?
In her stories multiple
times and the hospital.
We made the connection.
We were friends, and she was
the only one from Citadel
to visit me after
I first came here.
Citadel?
Yeah, we working for the CSNC.
I'm sorry.
Well, basically we developed
cybersecurity solutions
for government groups.
So, Molly was an analyst?
Slash programmer, yeah.
The news didn't say
where she worked.
Well, it's not exactly
a public office.
Yeah.
Normally I'm pretty
good at finding
people's home addresses,
but nothing for Molly.
That is the drawback
of working in security.
Makes you careful and paranoid.
When was the last time
you heard from her?
She used to write all the time,
then one day letters stopped.
Do you mind if I ask what
the letters were about?
Usual stuff.
I mean, just pen pal stuff.
Catch me up on things,
checking in with me.
Did she ever send you stories?
When we first met, she
wrote all the time.
I mean, she used to write
these stories published
in online and writers groups.
Stuff like that.
That's what she wanted to do.
Really wanted to do.
Agency work, that's just safe.
But after I came
here, she stopped
talking about her writing.
When her shit was
dark, I mean she
spent a lot of time
lurking in the weird spots
of the internet.
Places most people avoid.
I think she was afraid
it would upset me.
Probably right.
[SIGHING]
I mean, what's the deal with
this guy and the no electronics
thing?
Some kind of phobia?
Could be.
Meanwhile, I panic if this
thing's out of my sight
for more than a few minutes.
Not that much has
changed after all.
Have you heard of those
electronic detoxes
they have now?
They're like these retreats
where people go and give up
all their devices for a week.
Ugh.
Why would someone do
something like that?
They say it's bad for you.
Like the way that we're
all connected now.
Everything's bad
for you these days.
Before they stopped,
her letters got intense.
I started worrying.
[MUSIC PLAYING]
What are those numbers?
Keep this safe.
I have no idea,
but she was adamant
about me not putting
anything online.
No electronics she said.
After that, nothing for months.
Last week this came in.
Last week?
And this is fax, not
mail like the others,
which is really weird.
No letter came with it.
It's a story.
What's it about?
Read it.
[MUSIC PLAYING]
Transplant.
[STATIC]
[MUSIC PLAYING]
[MUSIC CUTS OUT]
[MUSIC PLAYING]
[BEEPING]
Invalid entry.
Invalid entry.
Invalid entry.
Ugh.
Invalid entry.
Please try again.
Invalid entry.
Ugh!
Come on, you piece of crap.
Invalid entry.
Please try again.
Hank, you doing OK over here?
Why'd they have to
go change everything?
I was perfectly happy putting
this stuff in manually.
Yeah, with your chisel
and stone slabs.
Funny.
[TYPING]
Invalid entry.
Oh, now it won't let
me log in at all.
I know it doesn't
seem like it now,
but MAX is going to make
your life a lot easier.
Who?
That Medical Audit Exchange.
MAX.
Shouldn't that be M-A-E?
[LAUGHS] I don't
make the acronyms.
Thank you, Henry.
There you go.
Oh, thank you.
look at that stupid thing.
Ugh.
Come on, I think he's cute.
Now, he's not trying
to steal your job.
Don't be paranoid.
I'm just saying.
As good as they say it is,
it's just a matter of time
before it gets rid of me.
Oh, [INAUDIBLE].
Hey, you OK?
Yeah.
I think I'm--
Henry.
Henry, Henry.
Henry.
Henry.
Henry.
Henry.
I know this is difficult
to hear right now.
Transplant.
The scarring from
your accident is worse
than we initially thought.
It's causing your left
ventricle to stiffen,
which is why your systolic
pressure is so low.
It's not pumping enough blood.
That's why you passed out.
A transplant is
your only option.
Am I even eligible for that?
We'll try.
I'm afraid your age,
your medical history,
it's all working
against you right now.
I think you need to consider
making arrangements.
This is bullshit!
Hey.
No, how could they
do this to you
after everything that
you've been through?
I'm 66.
He told me it was a long shot.
It's not fair.
We're out of options.
That's not necessarily true.
How did you even find this?
Believe it or not,
I wasn't always
the law abiding well-adjusted
adult you see before you.
Oh, really?
When I was 16, I
found this site that
lets you buy or sell
pretty much anything.
Made some decent money
in fake IDs actually.
Ashley.
I was an entrepreneur.
Back then I kept
on the outskirts.
There's a really weird shit out
there if you're looking for it.
But the other day I
wondered if maybe they
had someone who could help.
They did.
Seriously?
The black market.
Do you know how many
unsanctioned transplants
happen in the United
States every year?
Hundreds.
But there's a system in place.
This is cheating.
No, it's online shopping.
It's wrong.
No, they were wrong when
they denied your application.
Luckily, we live in
an age where we don't
have to take no for an answer.
Ash.
This is what technology is for.
To save lives.
To give us more time.
Who cares how we get the heart?
What matters is it works.
I've already spoken
to the cardiologist
I went to school with.
I've made the phone calls.
I've done the research.
It's a transplant or nothing.
There's plenty of money
from the settlement.
Enough to cover it.
You could get in
serious trouble--
I've already talked to them.
You could lose your license.
They'd take care of
everything and fast.
Maybe it's just my time.
Do you want it to be your time?
Fuck that.
I'm not losing you, too.
[OMINOUS MUSIC PLAYING]
[EMOTIONAL MUSIC PLAYING]
[DOOR OPENING]
You ready to go?
I'll get that.
Don't you worry about anything.
Wait.
OK.
Now we can go.
Phew!
What you got in here?
[MUSIC PLAYING]
Well, you're all set.
Doctor Vance.
Will be in shortly to see you.
Thank you.
Thank you.
What the hell am I doing?
What you have to.
This is what she'd want.
It doesn't seem fair, does it?
Me getting a second
chance, and she--
[KNOCKING] Mr. McCullum.
Good Morning.
Dr. Vance.
How are we feeling this morning?
OK, I guess.
Feel nervous, huh?
Mmm.
This is quite normal.
Very normal.
Everything seems to be in order.
Ready to get started?
Huh?
Mm.
Very good.
The operation takes
maybe four hours,
but I won't know for sure
until we get in there.
Do you have any questions?
Where'd it come from?
The heart.
Sir, I can't tell
you this information.
What I can tell you
is that it is clean,
if that's what you're
concerned about.
Oh, no, no, I mean, who?
We have rules even in
an un-orthodox situation
like ours.
You understand?
Yes.
OK, come on.
Let's get started, please.
Sarah, please step in.
[MUSIC PLAYING]
I don't want you to worry
about anything, you understand?
Yeah.
I'm going to take care of him.
OK.
I'll be right here.
Don't you worry about anything.
In a few hours, you're going
to feel like a new man.
[DOOR CLOSING]
[SCREECHING TIRES]
[CAR CRASHING]
Ugh.
Maria.
Maria.
Ah!
Henry.
Welcome back, Henry.
Everything went perfectly.
You just need to rest now.
Just rest.
[BEEPING]
[HEAVY BREATHING]
[MUSIC PLAYING]
How do you feel?
[DOOR OPENING]
OK.
Whew!
Home sweet home.
Let me help you.
Oh, no, no, I'm OK.
No, let me help you.
Vance said to take it easy.
OK.
OK.
You got it?
I'm going to give
you the rundown.
I stopped by once a week,
grabbed your mail and stuff.
It's all right here.
I tried watering
them, but as you know,
I'm basically the John
Wayne Gacy of plants.
I'll buy you some new ones.
You want anything for dinner?
No.
I'm exhausted.
I'm going to go to bed early.
Vance's orders.
You sure?
Yeah.
Well, I can hang out with
you for a little bit.
Keep you company.
Oh no, no, Ashley.
You go on home.
I know you got
things you got to do.
Are you sure?
I don't mind.
No, no.
Go ahead.
You know, they say playing an
instrument can be therapeutic.
[LAUGHS] No, that was
your momma's thing.
Not mine.
Maybe it wasn't
old Henry's thing,
but you've just been given the
chance to be anyone you want.
A new man.
I'll stop by with your
prescriptions tomorrow.
Call me if you need anything.
Seriously.
Love you.
[DOOR CLOSING]
[MUSIC PLAYING]
Good morning, Henry.
Hey!
How about that.
[LAUGHS]
See, even he missed you.
[TYPING]
Let's see what they got for me.
Next.
Next.
Next.
Thank you, Henry.
You're welcome,
you little bastard.
[OMINOUS MUSIC PLAYING]
Henry.
See you making some
progress with MAX, huh?
Yeah, yeah, yeah.
Slowly but surely.
Love it.
Embracing the future.
[LAUGHS] I knew
you'd come around.
[CHOPPING FOOD]
[HUMMING]
I don't think I've ever
heard you hum before.
Just felt like it, I guess.
You're turning into mom.
She would hum when
she made breakfast.
Did she?
It was like
obnoxiously cheerful.
Guess I forgot.
[HUMMING]
[GUITAR MUSIC]
[STRING BREAKING]
Ah!
[OMINOUS MUSIC PLAYING]
[TYPING]
Guitar?
Like I've been playing
it all my life.
I've heard about that happening
with brain surgery, but not
a heart transplant.
Maybe you just picked
up more than you
realized from watching her.
Maybe I should call Nakashima.
Oh, yeah.
Tell your cardiologist
that you bypassed the law
and got an illegal heart.
That'll go over real well.
He won't say anything.
They'll revoke my license.
I know Vance then.
No, that's not part
of the contract.
They did the surgery and
a few weeks of post-op,
and then that's it.
I know, but I--
That's not the way
these guys work.
I have to do something.
Henry, they're not
running a charity.
OK.
They didn't do this out of
the kindness of their hearts.
We paid them.
They saved your life.
And that's the end
of the relationship.
So now suddenly you're
having reservations
about your internet surgeons?
It's called not
pressing our luck.
Maybe doing it this
way it was a mistake.
I mean, what if they
gave me a bad heart?
Your tests have all been great.
I don't mean defective.
Have you ever heard
of cell memory theory?
[LAUGHS] Oh, I knew I shouldn't
have gotten you that computer.
I was just browsing--
It's nonsense.
So you're saying that
it's not possible
that the heart could be--
Changing you to be more
like the original owner?
No.
It's just that I keep
thinking about him, man.
Henry.
Who was he?
None of that stuff matters.
You got to let it go.
What if he was a bad person?
A bad person?
Like what?
Evil?
Well, when you put it like that,
it does sound kind of silly.
So does that mean this
crisis of faith is over?
I'm not talking about demons
or anything like that.
Then what are you talking about?
It's just-- what if he was
a bad guy, like down deep?
Is it impossible that it
could be affecting me?
Yes.
It's impossible.
Bad isn't genetic.
It's a choice.
So it doesn't matter who he
was or how you got the heart.
All that matters
is it's yours now.
Try to look at this
like the gift it is, OK?
[SIGHING]
[MUSIC PLAYING]
[OMINOUS MUSIC PLAYING]
[INAUDIBLE]
[STATIC]
Huh!
[SIGHING]
Ahem.
Henry.
Oh, oh, Gary.
Sorry, I haven't
been myself today.
Mm.
Is that why you haven't
logged anything in to MAX?
Oh, yeah, you know
it's a stomach thing.
I probably should
have called out,
but I wanted to come in and
power through it, you know?
Mm-hmm.
Look, we're all glad to have
you back after your illness.
But I just noticed your
numbers still aren't where
they should be, you know?
I know.
I'm trying.
You think maybe you're still
not quite 100 percent yet?
I can do the work if
that's what you're asking.
Well, just seems to me like
lately your hearts not in it.
What?
[OMINOUS MUSIC PLAYING]
Look, Henry.
There's plenty of
people out there
who would kill for this job.
[LAUGHS] I know it's not
glamorous or anything,
but it's a job.
In this economy.
I mean, maybe you
prefer janitorial.
Is that a threat?
No, no.
I'm just--
Why is it always the
annoying assholes
who actually don't do any
work that let the rest of us
know how lucky we
are to have a job?
Are we are lucky to
be sitting here 9 to 6
in front of a damn
computer screen
pressing Next, waiting to
be replaced by somebody
younger, cheaper?
Are we lucky to be paid
practically nothing
by some shitty company
who makes their money
off the backs of sick people?
[INAUDIBLE] lucky, Gary.
And frankly I'm sick of it.
I'm sorry if I'm not
more excited about being
fucked five times a week.
But like you said,
there's plenty of whores
out there, so you shouldn't
have any difficulty finding
somebody to fucking replace me.
[COMPUTER SLAMMING]
[MUSIC PLAYING]
Hey.
It's me.
Will your doctors find out
who's heart they gave me?
What happened?
You need to go online
and find Vance.
Just take a breath.
I'm serious, Ashley.
I lost my mind today at work.
I blew up at my manager.
It was like I was someone else.
You've always
hated that asshole.
Yeah, but I've never done
anything about it before.
Well, better late than never.
Am I right?
We need to talk to Vance.
Even if you could
get a hold of him,
he probably doesn't
even know himself.
Whoever this guy was, there
was something seriously wrong
with him.
It's not the heart, Henry.
It's you.
Think about it.
Maybe you're just sick of
the world passing you by.
Maybe you're finally ready
to stand up for yourself
and take control
of your own life.
It's not my life.
Isn't it?
You pick up things mom loved.
You stand up for
yourself at work.
You care about things again.
Why can't this be your life?
I should have just
had the courage
to die when I was supposed to.
No.
Stop.
No.
Giving up isn't courageous.
OK.
It's easy.
Changing, adapting, that's hard.
It's not who I am!
Who are you then?
It's not safe for me
to be around people.
Around you right now.
OK.
I know that this has
been really hard for you.
You have no fucking
idea how hard!
Thank god mom isn't around
to see you like this.
I just don't want to
see you ruin your chance
to be happy again.
Please.
What do you want me to say?
Why don't you just lie down?
Let me figure it out.
[SIGHING]
[OMINOUS MUSIC PLAYING]
[KNOCKING]
Hey, Henry.
Listen-- shit.
[MUSIC PLAYING]
[BREAKING]
[CLICK]
[OMINOUS MUSIC PLAYING]
Ahh!
[CRASHING]
Where are they?
What?
What?
Tell me!
I don't know what
you're talking about!
Where are they!
What?
Please.
I got a kid.
Henry?
Henry?
Henry?
[CRASHING]
[HEAVY BREATHING]
Henry?
God dammit.
Hello?
Henry.
Henry, it's me.
Just let me know
if you're in here.
Fuck this.
Fuck this.
Henry.
Holy shit.
[GASPING]
Henry?
Henry?
Henry.
Henry-- (GASPING) it's me.
It's OK.
It's just me.
There's nothing here.
No records.
No information.
All of that.
It's all gone.
So what now?
That's it.
This thing is going to
keep eating away at me.
There's nothing I
can do about it.
It's guilt.
What?
That's what's
eating away at you.
Guilt for surviving with
someone else's heart.
For feeling left behind.
Reliving when she did it.
Trying to find new life.
For all of it.
Maybe it just
wasn't my time then.
Maybe it wasn't.
But you deserve this
more than anyone.
The man who took care of
an ungrateful teenager
when you didn't have to.
The man mom loved
more than anyone.
Whatever is happening inside of
you, it can't change all that.
You choose who you are.
No one else.
You're absolutely right.
[SCREAMING]
[CRYING]
Henry!
[STATIC]
Some days I think Henry
had the right idea.
Does any of this
mean anything to you?
Not really.
Except for the part about
technology ruining his life.
Do you have any idea what
Molly was getting involved in?
Why she may have
wanted to disappear?
Zach, we're not going to
stop looking for Molly.
She clearly wanted
us to find you.
If there's anything you
know that can help, please.
[EMOTIONAL MUSIC PLAYING]
Time's up.
I'm sorry I couldn't
be of more help.
I-- thank you for your time.
Keep it safe, Ethan.
I hope you find her.
Do you think that
he's dangerous?
Huh?
This guy.
We don't even know
why he's here.
What he did.
Anything, really.
We don't, huh.
But I bet she does.
Oh.
Excuse me.
Hi, Margaret.
I was just wondering if--
while we're stuck out here
waiting for our colleague--
maybe you could answer
a few questions for me
about Mr. Sullivan?
Just to flesh out the
piece a little bit.
Well, if it doesn't violate
patient privacy law, sure.
No, only answer what
you can, of course.
So, how long has Mr.
Sullivan been a patient here?
About nine months.
And do you know what he
did to get in this place?
Well, I can only speak
generally, but whatever it was,
he was in a real bad place.
But he is improving
every day now.
How long is he going to be here?
Well, that's entirely
up to Mr. Sullivan.
What does that mean?
I'm sorry.
I really can't say.
Is he here voluntarily?
What Paper?
Was this for again?
Let's go.
Well, I haven't--
Got an address.
Where?
No idea.
Hey.
Hey.
Thank you.
Last week's security breach
created a security vacuum
in the--
Templar act--
Geez.
Can we maybe have
a bad news break?
Turning it off won't
make it go away.
Neither will drowning
ourselves in it.
Oh, there it is.
That's the address.
Great.
Now where the hell are we?
Oh, we're in Southlake.
This has got to be her house.
Look at you, Jessica Fletcher.
Oh, God I miss that show.
Is this where she lives?
Holy shit.
If you got her address, you
are the MVP of our scuba game.
OK.
Get a room, you two.
Damn.
She's either doing
mighty fine for herself,
or I need to move to Texas.
[KNOCKING]
Molly!
Yeah.
It doesn't look like she's home.
Molly!
Let me try.
It's locked.
OK.
It's locked.
I just said that.
Should we check the back?
Oh, bingo.
Door.
We should try to
find a way inside.
No, we're not breaking
and entering, please.
You got any better ideas?
Yeah, how about we
not become criminals?
All I'm saying is, no one's
going to notice if my card
accidentally [INAUDIBLE]--
no!
Yeah.
You should've listened.
Seriously?
They're maxed out anyway.
[GLASS BREAKING]
Hey, look.
It's open.
Catch.
Unbelievable.
I'll write her a check.
You know that credit card
thing doesn't work, right?
Shut up.
It totally works.
Yeah, like a security expert
would have a lock on her door
you could pick
with a MasterCard.
Joke's on you.
It was an AmEx.
Ta-da!
You're welcome.
Pleased with yourself?
Who's the MVP now, motherfucker?
Oh my god.
Don't move.
[MUSIC PLAYING]
(SINGING) Leave the light on
for myself when I come home.
Leave the light on for
myself when I come home.
Leave the light on for
myself when I come home.
For myself when I come home.
For myself when I come home.
For myself when I come home.
For myself when I come home.
For myself when I come home.
For myself when I come home.
For myself when I come home.
For myself when I come home.
For myself when I come home.
For myself when I come home.
Leave the light on
for my, my, myself.
Leave the light on
for my, my, myself.
You don't know me at all.
You don't know me at at
at at Leave the light on
For myself when I come home.
Leave the light on for
myself when I come home.
Leave the light.
Oh, good.
You're awake.
You ready?
We're making waffles today.
Anything come for me?
Nothing.
Sorry.
[DOOR CLOSING]
[SIGHING]
I'm in for like a month.
Actually, five weeks,
but maybe a month
if I show some improvement.
I really don't know how
you stand this place.
It's just, it's beige.
It's peaceful.
It's a prison.
Your turn.
[SLAM]
Anyway, my daughter
brought me something
so I could stay connected
and talk to her more.
And I don't know how to do
anything on it which is shitty,
but you may make a call.
No, that's OK.
No, I'm sure there's someone
that you want to call.
Use it.
[STATIC SOUNDS]
(YELLING) No!
I don't want to make a call!
I'm not doing great.
No [INAUDIBLE], you know?
We'll finish this later.
OK.
OK.
OK.
[MUSIC PLAYING]
[OMINOUS MUSIC PLAYING]
[DOOR OPENING]
Oh, good.
You're awake.
You got a visitor.
Who?
A reporter.
He said he wants to
ask you some questions
about a friend of yours.
What friend?
We tried to call, but they said
you don't really do phones.
You didn't bring it
in here, did you?
Your phone?
No, no, no.
I left it outside
with my friends.
They said no electronics.
[GAME MUSIC]
You got to stop that.
You're stressing out Margaret.
Sorry.
Sorry.
I hate these places.
What the hell is
taking so long anyway?
I can't miss my
flight back tonight.
Well, it's just the same.
No news is good news.
I don't know why anybody
ever assumes that.
[PHONE BUZZING]
(SIGHING) I just hate
that we're stuck out here.
They should have
let all of us go in.
Lucky that they
let anybody go in.
Thank god Ethan still
had his press badge.
OK.
You would rather leave
the house without pants
than without that fucking thing.
I swear, this one time,
we were in the hot tub--
nevermind.
A lot has changed
since high school.
Well, that's what
happens, right?
How do you know Molly?
We went to high school together.
It's been a few years since
I've heard from her though.
And why are you
looking for her now?
I was hoping you might
be able to answer that.
A few days ago we started
getting these bizarre email
messages from Molly
asking for help.
We thought it was a scam until
we saw that she'd gone missing.
Missing?
You two were friends.
We assume so since
she mentioned you.
She mentioned me?
In her stories multiple
times and the hospital.
We made the connection.
We were friends, and she was
the only one from Citadel
to visit me after
I first came here.
Citadel?
Yeah, we working for the CSNC.
I'm sorry.
Well, basically we developed
cybersecurity solutions
for government groups.
So, Molly was an analyst?
Slash programmer, yeah.
The news didn't say
where she worked.
Well, it's not exactly
a public office.
Yeah.
Normally I'm pretty
good at finding
people's home addresses,
but nothing for Molly.
That is the drawback
of working in security.
Makes you careful and paranoid.
When was the last time
you heard from her?
She used to write all the time,
then one day letters stopped.
Do you mind if I ask what
the letters were about?
Usual stuff.
I mean, just pen pal stuff.
Catch me up on things,
checking in with me.
Did she ever send you stories?
When we first met, she
wrote all the time.
I mean, she used to write
these stories published
in online and writers groups.
Stuff like that.
That's what she wanted to do.
Really wanted to do.
Agency work, that's just safe.
But after I came
here, she stopped
talking about her writing.
When her shit was
dark, I mean she
spent a lot of time
lurking in the weird spots
of the internet.
Places most people avoid.
I think she was afraid
it would upset me.
Probably right.
[SIGHING]
I mean, what's the deal with
this guy and the no electronics
thing?
Some kind of phobia?
Could be.
Meanwhile, I panic if this
thing's out of my sight
for more than a few minutes.
Not that much has
changed after all.
Have you heard of those
electronic detoxes
they have now?
They're like these retreats
where people go and give up
all their devices for a week.
Ugh.
Why would someone do
something like that?
They say it's bad for you.
Like the way that we're
all connected now.
Everything's bad
for you these days.
Before they stopped,
her letters got intense.
I started worrying.
[MUSIC PLAYING]
What are those numbers?
Keep this safe.
I have no idea,
but she was adamant
about me not putting
anything online.
No electronics she said.
After that, nothing for months.
Last week this came in.
Last week?
And this is fax, not
mail like the others,
which is really weird.
No letter came with it.
It's a story.
What's it about?
Read it.
[MUSIC PLAYING]
Transplant.
[STATIC]
[MUSIC PLAYING]
[MUSIC CUTS OUT]
[MUSIC PLAYING]
[BEEPING]
Invalid entry.
Invalid entry.
Invalid entry.
Ugh.
Invalid entry.
Please try again.
Invalid entry.
Ugh!
Come on, you piece of crap.
Invalid entry.
Please try again.
Hank, you doing OK over here?
Why'd they have to
go change everything?
I was perfectly happy putting
this stuff in manually.
Yeah, with your chisel
and stone slabs.
Funny.
[TYPING]
Invalid entry.
Oh, now it won't let
me log in at all.
I know it doesn't
seem like it now,
but MAX is going to make
your life a lot easier.
Who?
That Medical Audit Exchange.
MAX.
Shouldn't that be M-A-E?
[LAUGHS] I don't
make the acronyms.
Thank you, Henry.
There you go.
Oh, thank you.
look at that stupid thing.
Ugh.
Come on, I think he's cute.
Now, he's not trying
to steal your job.
Don't be paranoid.
I'm just saying.
As good as they say it is,
it's just a matter of time
before it gets rid of me.
Oh, [INAUDIBLE].
Hey, you OK?
Yeah.
I think I'm--
Henry.
Henry, Henry.
Henry.
Henry.
Henry.
Henry.
I know this is difficult
to hear right now.
Transplant.
The scarring from
your accident is worse
than we initially thought.
It's causing your left
ventricle to stiffen,
which is why your systolic
pressure is so low.
It's not pumping enough blood.
That's why you passed out.
A transplant is
your only option.
Am I even eligible for that?
We'll try.
I'm afraid your age,
your medical history,
it's all working
against you right now.
I think you need to consider
making arrangements.
This is bullshit!
Hey.
No, how could they
do this to you
after everything that
you've been through?
I'm 66.
He told me it was a long shot.
It's not fair.
We're out of options.
That's not necessarily true.
How did you even find this?
Believe it or not,
I wasn't always
the law abiding well-adjusted
adult you see before you.
Oh, really?
When I was 16, I
found this site that
lets you buy or sell
pretty much anything.
Made some decent money
in fake IDs actually.
Ashley.
I was an entrepreneur.
Back then I kept
on the outskirts.
There's a really weird shit out
there if you're looking for it.
But the other day I
wondered if maybe they
had someone who could help.
They did.
Seriously?
The black market.
Do you know how many
unsanctioned transplants
happen in the United
States every year?
Hundreds.
But there's a system in place.
This is cheating.
No, it's online shopping.
It's wrong.
No, they were wrong when
they denied your application.
Luckily, we live in
an age where we don't
have to take no for an answer.
Ash.
This is what technology is for.
To save lives.
To give us more time.
Who cares how we get the heart?
What matters is it works.
I've already spoken
to the cardiologist
I went to school with.
I've made the phone calls.
I've done the research.
It's a transplant or nothing.
There's plenty of money
from the settlement.
Enough to cover it.
You could get in
serious trouble--
I've already talked to them.
You could lose your license.
They'd take care of
everything and fast.
Maybe it's just my time.
Do you want it to be your time?
Fuck that.
I'm not losing you, too.
[OMINOUS MUSIC PLAYING]
[EMOTIONAL MUSIC PLAYING]
[DOOR OPENING]
You ready to go?
I'll get that.
Don't you worry about anything.
Wait.
OK.
Now we can go.
Phew!
What you got in here?
[MUSIC PLAYING]
Well, you're all set.
Doctor Vance.
Will be in shortly to see you.
Thank you.
Thank you.
What the hell am I doing?
What you have to.
This is what she'd want.
It doesn't seem fair, does it?
Me getting a second
chance, and she--
[KNOCKING] Mr. McCullum.
Good Morning.
Dr. Vance.
How are we feeling this morning?
OK, I guess.
Feel nervous, huh?
Mmm.
This is quite normal.
Very normal.
Everything seems to be in order.
Ready to get started?
Huh?
Mm.
Very good.
The operation takes
maybe four hours,
but I won't know for sure
until we get in there.
Do you have any questions?
Where'd it come from?
The heart.
Sir, I can't tell
you this information.
What I can tell you
is that it is clean,
if that's what you're
concerned about.
Oh, no, no, I mean, who?
We have rules even in
an un-orthodox situation
like ours.
You understand?
Yes.
OK, come on.
Let's get started, please.
Sarah, please step in.
[MUSIC PLAYING]
I don't want you to worry
about anything, you understand?
Yeah.
I'm going to take care of him.
OK.
I'll be right here.
Don't you worry about anything.
In a few hours, you're going
to feel like a new man.
[DOOR CLOSING]
[SCREECHING TIRES]
[CAR CRASHING]
Ugh.
Maria.
Maria.
Ah!
Henry.
Welcome back, Henry.
Everything went perfectly.
You just need to rest now.
Just rest.
[BEEPING]
[HEAVY BREATHING]
[MUSIC PLAYING]
How do you feel?
[DOOR OPENING]
OK.
Whew!
Home sweet home.
Let me help you.
Oh, no, no, I'm OK.
No, let me help you.
Vance said to take it easy.
OK.
OK.
You got it?
I'm going to give
you the rundown.
I stopped by once a week,
grabbed your mail and stuff.
It's all right here.
I tried watering
them, but as you know,
I'm basically the John
Wayne Gacy of plants.
I'll buy you some new ones.
You want anything for dinner?
No.
I'm exhausted.
I'm going to go to bed early.
Vance's orders.
You sure?
Yeah.
Well, I can hang out with
you for a little bit.
Keep you company.
Oh no, no, Ashley.
You go on home.
I know you got
things you got to do.
Are you sure?
I don't mind.
No, no.
Go ahead.
You know, they say playing an
instrument can be therapeutic.
[LAUGHS] No, that was
your momma's thing.
Not mine.
Maybe it wasn't
old Henry's thing,
but you've just been given the
chance to be anyone you want.
A new man.
I'll stop by with your
prescriptions tomorrow.
Call me if you need anything.
Seriously.
Love you.
[DOOR CLOSING]
[MUSIC PLAYING]
Good morning, Henry.
Hey!
How about that.
[LAUGHS]
See, even he missed you.
[TYPING]
Let's see what they got for me.
Next.
Next.
Next.
Thank you, Henry.
You're welcome,
you little bastard.
[OMINOUS MUSIC PLAYING]
Henry.
See you making some
progress with MAX, huh?
Yeah, yeah, yeah.
Slowly but surely.
Love it.
Embracing the future.
[LAUGHS] I knew
you'd come around.
[CHOPPING FOOD]
[HUMMING]
I don't think I've ever
heard you hum before.
Just felt like it, I guess.
You're turning into mom.
She would hum when
she made breakfast.
Did she?
It was like
obnoxiously cheerful.
Guess I forgot.
[HUMMING]
[GUITAR MUSIC]
[STRING BREAKING]
Ah!
[OMINOUS MUSIC PLAYING]
[TYPING]
Guitar?
Like I've been playing
it all my life.
I've heard about that happening
with brain surgery, but not
a heart transplant.
Maybe you just picked
up more than you
realized from watching her.
Maybe I should call Nakashima.
Oh, yeah.
Tell your cardiologist
that you bypassed the law
and got an illegal heart.
That'll go over real well.
He won't say anything.
They'll revoke my license.
I know Vance then.
No, that's not part
of the contract.
They did the surgery and
a few weeks of post-op,
and then that's it.
I know, but I--
That's not the way
these guys work.
I have to do something.
Henry, they're not
running a charity.
OK.
They didn't do this out of
the kindness of their hearts.
We paid them.
They saved your life.
And that's the end
of the relationship.
So now suddenly you're
having reservations
about your internet surgeons?
It's called not
pressing our luck.
Maybe doing it this
way it was a mistake.
I mean, what if they
gave me a bad heart?
Your tests have all been great.
I don't mean defective.
Have you ever heard
of cell memory theory?
[LAUGHS] Oh, I knew I shouldn't
have gotten you that computer.
I was just browsing--
It's nonsense.
So you're saying that
it's not possible
that the heart could be--
Changing you to be more
like the original owner?
No.
It's just that I keep
thinking about him, man.
Henry.
Who was he?
None of that stuff matters.
You got to let it go.
What if he was a bad person?
A bad person?
Like what?
Evil?
Well, when you put it like that,
it does sound kind of silly.
So does that mean this
crisis of faith is over?
I'm not talking about demons
or anything like that.
Then what are you talking about?
It's just-- what if he was
a bad guy, like down deep?
Is it impossible that it
could be affecting me?
Yes.
It's impossible.
Bad isn't genetic.
It's a choice.
So it doesn't matter who he
was or how you got the heart.
All that matters
is it's yours now.
Try to look at this
like the gift it is, OK?
[SIGHING]
[MUSIC PLAYING]
[OMINOUS MUSIC PLAYING]
[INAUDIBLE]
[STATIC]
Huh!
[SIGHING]
Ahem.
Henry.
Oh, oh, Gary.
Sorry, I haven't
been myself today.
Mm.
Is that why you haven't
logged anything in to MAX?
Oh, yeah, you know
it's a stomach thing.
I probably should
have called out,
but I wanted to come in and
power through it, you know?
Mm-hmm.
Look, we're all glad to have
you back after your illness.
But I just noticed your
numbers still aren't where
they should be, you know?
I know.
I'm trying.
You think maybe you're still
not quite 100 percent yet?
I can do the work if
that's what you're asking.
Well, just seems to me like
lately your hearts not in it.
What?
[OMINOUS MUSIC PLAYING]
Look, Henry.
There's plenty of
people out there
who would kill for this job.
[LAUGHS] I know it's not
glamorous or anything,
but it's a job.
In this economy.
I mean, maybe you
prefer janitorial.
Is that a threat?
No, no.
I'm just--
Why is it always the
annoying assholes
who actually don't do any
work that let the rest of us
know how lucky we
are to have a job?
Are we are lucky to
be sitting here 9 to 6
in front of a damn
computer screen
pressing Next, waiting to
be replaced by somebody
younger, cheaper?
Are we lucky to be paid
practically nothing
by some shitty company
who makes their money
off the backs of sick people?
[INAUDIBLE] lucky, Gary.
And frankly I'm sick of it.
I'm sorry if I'm not
more excited about being
fucked five times a week.
But like you said,
there's plenty of whores
out there, so you shouldn't
have any difficulty finding
somebody to fucking replace me.
[COMPUTER SLAMMING]
[MUSIC PLAYING]
Hey.
It's me.
Will your doctors find out
who's heart they gave me?
What happened?
You need to go online
and find Vance.
Just take a breath.
I'm serious, Ashley.
I lost my mind today at work.
I blew up at my manager.
It was like I was someone else.
You've always
hated that asshole.
Yeah, but I've never done
anything about it before.
Well, better late than never.
Am I right?
We need to talk to Vance.
Even if you could
get a hold of him,
he probably doesn't
even know himself.
Whoever this guy was, there
was something seriously wrong
with him.
It's not the heart, Henry.
It's you.
Think about it.
Maybe you're just sick of
the world passing you by.
Maybe you're finally ready
to stand up for yourself
and take control
of your own life.
It's not my life.
Isn't it?
You pick up things mom loved.
You stand up for
yourself at work.
You care about things again.
Why can't this be your life?
I should have just
had the courage
to die when I was supposed to.
No.
Stop.
No.
Giving up isn't courageous.
OK.
It's easy.
Changing, adapting, that's hard.
It's not who I am!
Who are you then?
It's not safe for me
to be around people.
Around you right now.
OK.
I know that this has
been really hard for you.
You have no fucking
idea how hard!
Thank god mom isn't around
to see you like this.
I just don't want to
see you ruin your chance
to be happy again.
Please.
What do you want me to say?
Why don't you just lie down?
Let me figure it out.
[SIGHING]
[OMINOUS MUSIC PLAYING]
[KNOCKING]
Hey, Henry.
Listen-- shit.
[MUSIC PLAYING]
[BREAKING]
[CLICK]
[OMINOUS MUSIC PLAYING]
Ahh!
[CRASHING]
Where are they?
What?
What?
Tell me!
I don't know what
you're talking about!
Where are they!
What?
Please.
I got a kid.
Henry?
Henry?
Henry?
[CRASHING]
[HEAVY BREATHING]
Henry?
God dammit.
Hello?
Henry.
Henry, it's me.
Just let me know
if you're in here.
Fuck this.
Fuck this.
Henry.
Holy shit.
[GASPING]
Henry?
Henry?
Henry.
Henry-- (GASPING) it's me.
It's OK.
It's just me.
There's nothing here.
No records.
No information.
All of that.
It's all gone.
So what now?
That's it.
This thing is going to
keep eating away at me.
There's nothing I
can do about it.
It's guilt.
What?
That's what's
eating away at you.
Guilt for surviving with
someone else's heart.
For feeling left behind.
Reliving when she did it.
Trying to find new life.
For all of it.
Maybe it just
wasn't my time then.
Maybe it wasn't.
But you deserve this
more than anyone.
The man who took care of
an ungrateful teenager
when you didn't have to.
The man mom loved
more than anyone.
Whatever is happening inside of
you, it can't change all that.
You choose who you are.
No one else.
You're absolutely right.
[SCREAMING]
[CRYING]
Henry!
[STATIC]
Some days I think Henry
had the right idea.
Does any of this
mean anything to you?
Not really.
Except for the part about
technology ruining his life.
Do you have any idea what
Molly was getting involved in?
Why she may have
wanted to disappear?
Zach, we're not going to
stop looking for Molly.
She clearly wanted
us to find you.
If there's anything you
know that can help, please.
[EMOTIONAL MUSIC PLAYING]
Time's up.
I'm sorry I couldn't
be of more help.
I-- thank you for your time.
Keep it safe, Ethan.
I hope you find her.
Do you think that
he's dangerous?
Huh?
This guy.
We don't even know
why he's here.
What he did.
Anything, really.
We don't, huh.
But I bet she does.
Oh.
Excuse me.
Hi, Margaret.
I was just wondering if--
while we're stuck out here
waiting for our colleague--
maybe you could answer
a few questions for me
about Mr. Sullivan?
Just to flesh out the
piece a little bit.
Well, if it doesn't violate
patient privacy law, sure.
No, only answer what
you can, of course.
So, how long has Mr.
Sullivan been a patient here?
About nine months.
And do you know what he
did to get in this place?
Well, I can only speak
generally, but whatever it was,
he was in a real bad place.
But he is improving
every day now.
How long is he going to be here?
Well, that's entirely
up to Mr. Sullivan.
What does that mean?
I'm sorry.
I really can't say.
Is he here voluntarily?
What Paper?
Was this for again?
Let's go.
Well, I haven't--
Got an address.
Where?
No idea.
Hey.
Hey.
Thank you.
Last week's security breach
created a security vacuum
in the--
Templar act--
Geez.
Can we maybe have
a bad news break?
Turning it off won't
make it go away.
Neither will drowning
ourselves in it.
Oh, there it is.
That's the address.
Great.
Now where the hell are we?
Oh, we're in Southlake.
This has got to be her house.
Look at you, Jessica Fletcher.
Oh, God I miss that show.
Is this where she lives?
Holy shit.
If you got her address, you
are the MVP of our scuba game.
OK.
Get a room, you two.
Damn.
She's either doing
mighty fine for herself,
or I need to move to Texas.
[KNOCKING]
Molly!
Yeah.
It doesn't look like she's home.
Molly!
Let me try.
It's locked.
OK.
It's locked.
I just said that.
Should we check the back?
Oh, bingo.
Door.
We should try to
find a way inside.
No, we're not breaking
and entering, please.
You got any better ideas?
Yeah, how about we
not become criminals?
All I'm saying is, no one's
going to notice if my card
accidentally [INAUDIBLE]--
no!
Yeah.
You should've listened.
Seriously?
They're maxed out anyway.
[GLASS BREAKING]
Hey, look.
It's open.
Catch.
Unbelievable.
I'll write her a check.
You know that credit card
thing doesn't work, right?
Shut up.
It totally works.
Yeah, like a security expert
would have a lock on her door
you could pick
with a MasterCard.
Joke's on you.
It was an AmEx.
Ta-da!
You're welcome.
Pleased with yourself?
Who's the MVP now, motherfucker?
Oh my god.
Don't move.
[MUSIC PLAYING]
(SINGING) Leave the light on
for myself when I come home.
Leave the light on for
myself when I come home.
Leave the light on for
myself when I come home.
For myself when I come home.
For myself when I come home.
For myself when I come home.
For myself when I come home.
For myself when I come home.
For myself when I come home.
For myself when I come home.
For myself when I come home.
For myself when I come home.
For myself when I come home.
Leave the light on
for my, my, myself.
Leave the light on
for my, my, myself.
You don't know me at all.
You don't know me at at
at at Leave the light on
For myself when I come home.
Leave the light on for
myself when I come home.
Leave the light.