First came darkness, then came the strangers.
Remember John, never talk to strangers!
She knows nothing, Mr. Hand.
A dead end... Yes, Mr. Wall?
We thought his imprint would allow us to track him, but
instead we have been brought here. This is irrational.
Instincts are irrational, Mr. Wall, and we must follow where
they lead... Yes?
Mr. Sleep suggests that he might go to places familiar...
[is interrupted by Mr. Hand]
He does not care about our job...
[is interrupted by Mr. Wall]
Indulge us, Mr. Hand. If you were Murdoch... Yes?
If I were Murdoch... I would remember how my wife had hurt
me by sleeping with another man. And then, I would look for
a way to hurt her in return... Leave me alone with her
, there is work to be done.
It seems you have discovered your unpleasant nature.
I was just thinking, what you do seems kind of dangerous
right now. I mean, how do you know I'm not the killer?
don't. Why, you feeling any urges I should know about?
When was the last time you remember doing something during
Bumstead: What do you mean?
I just mean during the day. Daylight. When was the last time
you remember seeing it? And I'm not talking about some
distant, half-forgotten childhood memory, I mean like
yesterday. Last week. Can you come up with a single memory?
You can't, can you? You know something, I don't think the
sun even... exists... in this place. 'Cause I've been up for
hours, and hours, and hours, and the night never ends here.
Do not fret, Anna. I will give you some more pretty things
I'm not Anna.
You will be soon, yes.
You are probably wondering why I keep appearing in your
memories, John. It is because I have inserted myself into
I have become the monster you were intended to be.
I know this is gonna sound crazy, but what if we never knew
each other before now... and everything you remember, and
everything that I'm supposed to remember, never really
happened, someone just wants us to think it did?
But how can that be true? I so vividly remember meeting you.
I remember falling in love with you. I remember losing you.
I love you John, you can't fake something like that.
Yes, you can.
[at the murder scene]
Bumstead: What's that make so far, Husselbeck? Six
hookers in all?
I believe so, sir.
Bumstead: Give the man an "A" for effort.
I've been trying to remember things, CLEARLY remember
things, from my past, but the more I try to think back, the
more it all starts to unravel. None of it seems real. It's
like I've just been dreaming this life, and when I finally
wake up, I'll be somebody else. Somebody totally different!
Bumstead: You saw something, didn't you, Eddie?
Something to do with the case.
There is no case! There never was! It's all just a big joke!
It's a joke!
[Schraber mixes memories]
These do bring back memories. This one is still warm. What
is it? The recollections of a great lover? A catalog of
conquests? We will soon find out. You wouldn't appreciate
that, would you, Mr. Whatever-your-name is? Not the sort of
conquest you would ever understand. Let's see, a touch of
unhappy childhood, a dash of teenage rebellion, and last but
not least, a tragic death in the family.
Frank Bumstead: So Husselbeck, what kind of killer
do you think stops to save a dying fish?
Excuse me. How do I get to the end of the line?
You want the Express.
[after train blows by him] Hey, how come
that train didn't stop?
That's the Express.
But I wanted to know what it was like... how you feel.
You know how I was supposed to feel. That person isn't me...
never was. You wanted to know what it was about us that made
us human. Well, you're not going to find it...
[Murdoch points at his head]
...in here. You were looking in the wrong place.