Target four. Wanna
take the other truck?
Roger.
Move by the truck.
Move in right there.
Roger. He's wounded. Hit him.
Start hitting the truck.
Get the truck and him. Go
forward of it and hit him.
Roger.
Go ahead and store that.
Another guy moving
right through.
Good. Fire. Hit him.
Get down on the floor.
I said, down. Down.
You. Down. Now.
Let me see your hands.
Let me see your hands.
Get the hands over your head.
Over your head!
Get down.
On your knees.
There. Stay there.
Get your hands up.
Get your hands up.
Get down.
Shit, there's a kid in there.
That's not our problem.
None of this is our problem.
Get your hands in the air.
Hey.
How's it going, little man?
You all right?
I was 27 years old the
first time I died.
I remember there was
white everywhere.
There was w*r, and I felt alive.
But, really, I was dead.
- So how old?
- Twenty-seven.
Here he is. Starks, Jack.
Born in Vermont. Hasn't
got a family listed.
Naval hospital will
take care of it.
Oh, my God.
This soldier's alive.
This man just blinked.
Been tagged already.
- Worry about the others.
- No, no, look at this.
Oh, shit. Code blue, code blue.
We need a doctor.
Get a doctor over here now.
Sergeant Starks was very lucky.
A little more to the right,
it wouldn't have come out.
He has retrograde amnesia, acute
psychological suppression.
We couldn't find any family...
in the States, sergeant.
- I'm sure you have friends.
- I want the paperwork this afternoon.
Get him on the next
flight out of here.
Yes, sir.
He's recommended you for
the Bronze Star, sergeant.
- There is help for you, sergeant.
- Of course there is.
Of course there is.
You guys all right?
- Our car won't start.
- That's your mom?
- Yeah.
- What's your mom's name?
Jean.
Hey, Jean.
Can you hear me?
Can you wake up?
I need you to try
and stay awake.
- Oh, God.
- Your mom taking anything?
- What's your name?
- Jackie.
Nice to meet you, Jackie.
Tell you what. Why
don't you do this.
Wrap it around yourself...
and you try and keep your mom awake,
and I'll go work on your car.
- All right?
- Okay.
Oh, God.
No. Oh, no...
What do you think
of all this snow?
- Nothing.
- Nothing?
What are these?
Those are dog tags. See, they got the
name and the date of birth on them.
- What for?
- In case I get lost...
or can't remember who I am.
- Can I have them?
- Yeah, you can have them.
- Thanks.
You think you can
reach the ignition?
Go ahead and give it a shot.
Just keep turning, all right?
Keep going.
It works.
Hey, get your f*cking
hands off...
Get your f*cking hands off my daughter.
Get your f*cking hands off my daughter.
- Mom, he fixed our car.
- Jackie, get in that car. Now.
- Mom. He fixed the car.
- Get in the g*dd*mn car!
- How's it going?
- Pretty good, man.
- Where you headed?
- On up in Canada.
- I can take you to the border.
- That'd be great.
- All right, bud, jump on in.
- It's freezing.
- Hey, man.
- Hey. Thanks.
Jump on in here.
Hey, no problem.
My God, it's cold.
- Must've been freezing out there, boy.
- Yeah.
It's colder than a witch's titty with a
brass bra on doing pushups in the snow.
- So you drive?
- Yeah, sure.
All right, man, great.
We'll switch up in a bit.
You ever been to jail?
- No, I've never been to jail.
- I'll tell you what, buddy...
it's a whole lot g*dd*mn
worse than w*r.
It's probably worse
than anywhere you been.
I doubt that.
Are you kidding me?
What's he pulling us over for?
Recreation.
Jackie and Jean are the only things
you know for certain about that day?
Yes.
Are you aware that we have no last
name, no place of residence...
and no record of any physical
presence for these friends of yours?
I'm afraid I might have to actually
hear that answer, Mr. Starks.
Yes.
Officer Harrison had
been shot three times.
He was long dead by the
time we got there.
Jack Starks could be
blocking the incident.
It would explain his well-conceived plan
about the little girl and her mother.
- Objection.
- I have heard of Gulf w*r syndrome.
w*r is just a CNN special. Half the shit
that went on in Operation Desert Storm...
can't be tidied into a
top-of-the-hour headline.
Couldn't be said neatly, so
couldn't be said at all.
- There was someone else.
- w*r's ugly.
- And they don't put ugly on TV.
- My client thinks he already died once.
- I don't really remember all of it...
- He doesn't know what's going on.
But there was someone else.
I think that's what happened.
If Starks did k*ll
that officer...
can't hold a man responsible
for a damaged mind.
We, the jury, find the defendant
not guilty by reason of insanity.
Jack Starks, I hereby sentence
you to be committed...
to an institution for the
criminally insane...
where I hope the doctors and
proper treatment can help you.
Come on, bud.
Come on.
What are you doing?
Get him up.
Please believe...
What are you doing? I
don't belong here.
- I don't belong here.
- No, I don't think you do either.
But neither of us can do
anything about that now.
Please. Please.
Let me out of here.
Let me out of here. Please.
- How much did you give him?
- Fifty cc's.
And he's been in for
the full three hours?
Yes, sir.
Okay, get him out.
Jack, can you hear me?
Jack, blink for me if you can.
- He didn't lose consciousness.
- Do you wanna put him back in?
No, take him out of it.
Take him upstairs and check
his vitals every hour.
Now that's, I think, the context
in which to view what's going on.
Perhaps you may have seen a lead
story in The New York Times.
Good morning, Dr. Lorenson.
You're the cop k*ller, right?
- That obvious, huh?
- TV, you know?
Helps soothe an active mind.
I'm Rudy Mackenzie. Welcome.
Listen, I...
- I don't really feel like talking.
- You know, that's a shame.
I don't believe in
disposable language either.
You know, small talk, little
talk, chitchat. Useless.
The game. The game's
something else, though.
This here is our court. I'm ready
to throw the ball. Come on.
All right.
What are you in here for?
- I tried to k*ll my wife.
- Don't you go to jail for that?
Yeah, well, I tried, like, 30 times. I
never planned on doing it, you know?
It was always in the
heat of the moment.
And she kept threatening to have
me put away until finally...
she did.
- Thirty times might make you seem crazy.
- Yeah, or just... Or just plain stupid.
Because you'd think by the 20th time, I
would've found an alternative method...
or maybe a more effective one.
- Morning, gentlemen. How you doing today?
For me that is a really difficult
question, Dr. Lorenson...
because the world around me is shrinking,
and the Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse...
are coming to see me today, and
they're not bringing flowers...
which just makes it really
difficult to get organized.
And you, Mr. Starks?
- I'm fine.
- So you're okay?
You tell me, doc.
You think there's
something wrong with me?
You're a little underweight.
Maybe I'm working it
off in my dreams.
Done with the small talk?
Hey, it's okay.
Mr. Starks, glad to see
you're cooperating this time.
We're here to help, Jack. We're
only doing what's best for you.
Hold him while I get
the tranquilizer.
- Get him down. f*ck the tranquilizer.
- No.
No, that's not necessary.
Get him up.
Nurse, get the jacket.
The only thing your mind's
missing's a conscience.
Wait. Dr. Becker, how long do you
want us to leave him in for?
Just strap him in for now.
Help. Help, please.
m*therf*cker.
Let me out of here.
Let me out of here.
Let me out of here.
- You okay?
- I'm fine.
- Listen, I hate to bother you.
- Then don't.
But what about Starks?
What about Starks?
Should we be just...?
Should we be trying to
help him any way we can?
Yes.
Should we be leaving him
in there like that?
The medication I've given him
is intended to adjust...
maybe even reset, his violent proclivities.
Peel away some layers of hate.
The apparatus is merely a safe
place for that to happen.
The grounds and the
halls, where I can't
monitor side effects I
can't predict, aren't.
But how can you be monitoring the
effects while he's in there?
I consider the time he's spent
in there part of the treatment.
You can't break something
that's already broken.
I don't belong here.
I can't breathe in here.
I can't breathe in here.
I can't...
I can't breathe in here.
I'm gonna blow your head off.
In case you hadn't figured,
it's Christmas Eve.
You're never gonna
get a cab here.
Thanks.
You got somewhere
you need to go?
I'm not sure.
Well, let me ask you that again.
This time, look around and
consider your options.
Have you got somewhere
you need to go?
Yeah, I do.
Well, great. Get in.
So where can I take you?
I don't know.
- What do you mean, you don't know?
- I don't know.
Okay.
Well, there must be another
shelter I can call.
Yeah, well, thanks a lot.
Merry Christmas to you too.
Great.
That was our last option.
What am I gonna do with you?
Nothing.
I'll...
- Listen, thanks for bringing me this far.
- Where are you going?
You'll freeze out there. You
don't even have a coat.
- I'll manage.
- No, you won't.
You'll die of cold, and then
I'll have to feel guilty.
And I've already got more guilt
than I know what to do with.
You want a drink?
No, I'm okay.
Shit.
Hey.
You okay?
Yeah. I'm fine.
You know what?
It's Christmas Eve and...
And I have a couch, so
you can stay on it.
I'm gonna go take a bath.
Fix yourself something to eat
if you're hungry or anything.
There's nothing to steal, but don't
be a jerk and take something anyway.
No. I wouldn't.
- My name is Jack.
- No.
Let's not do the name
thing, because it's...
I don't wanna meet you.
I may wanna help you tonight, but
I don't wanna know you, really.
Okay.
What's this?
Best I could do with
what was in the fridge.
Thanks.
No problem.
- You want a drink?
- Yeah, sure.
It was pretty good, considering.
Your fridge has quite
an array of things.
Not a lot of food, but...
- Freezer has a rock in it.
- What rock?
There was a stone in it.
It said "petal."
That's snooping.
It was my mom's senseless
idea of a nickname.
It's...
So you're a waitress. I mean...
I don't know what I mean.
Okay.
I hate Christmas.
Hey.
Hey, wake up. Jackie.
- No.
- Who are these people?
- What?
- Who are the people in this picture?
That's my mom and me.
- What do you mean, your mom and...?
- No, wait a minute.
- Where's your mother now?
- My mom is dead.
- What do you mean, she's dead?
- I mean, she's dead. Dead. Gone.
She passed out with a cigarette and burned
to death a long time ago, all right?
No, no, no...
Listen, I'm sorry. Listen.
I don't know how...
- What's the date today?
- What?
I know this sounds crazy.
What year is this?
2007.
What? What?
Who the hell are you?
I'm Jack Starks.
Get the f*ck out of my house.
- What'd you do, snoop all over the place?
- No.
God, you had no right. You had
no right to go through anything.
Look at me.
I know this doesn't make any sense, because
it doesn't make sense to me either.
Oh, my God. If you don't get out
now, I'm gonna call the cops.
No, please. Please, wait. I won't hurt you.
Just talk to me, please.
L... Your mom was passed out on the
side of the road when I met you.
She was wasted. Jean,
her name was Jean.
- Just stop it!
- Look, I gave this kid those dog tags.
No, no. No, you didn't.
Jack Starks did, and
Jack Starks is dead.
What?
What do you mean, he's?
He's dead.
His body was found New Year's
Day, 1993, Alpine Grove.
He's dead.
- It can't be.
- Well, it is.
Listen, listen. I don't care who
or where you think you are...
you're not Jack Starks.
So whoever you are, I
did a nice thing... I
did a really nice thing,
and you've really...
God, you've really made me regret
it, so please, please, would you?
Would you just leave? Okay?
Don't you remember me?
- Oh, my God.
- Look at me.
I'll leave, okay, I'll leave, but
look at me. I'm not lying to you.
I met you. I met you and your mother,
and there was no one around for miles.
I couldn't have known that from a pair
of dog tags you had lying around.
You put those down,
and you get out.
Don't you remember me?
- Don't you know? I'm...
- You get out!
I'm...
Okay?
Please.
Please get out.
I'm gonna blow your head off!
Jackie.
Oh, God.
I can't believe you
left him in all night.
You didn't say anything
when I asked...
I expected some common sense on your part.
Open the drawer.
Is he dead?
No. Get him upstairs immediately.
He's dehydrated.
I want him on an IV by
the time I get up there.
I tried to tell you when
I came to your office...
I expected you to take him out.
You're a physician. I shouldn't have
to spell everything out for you.
Jack?
Jack?
Tom.
Tom, can I speak with you
for a moment, please?
- What have you done with Jack Starks?
- What do you mean?
- He's unconscious.
- He's recovering from Loxadol and Ativan.
Loxadol? He didn't
need neuroleptics.
You know that from what, a couple of
two-minute stares across the room?
He didn't need antipsychotics,
if that's all you gave him.
After he att*cked me, I figured
he'd need a little placating.
You sure he wasn't provoked?
Are you sure you wanna make
an accusation like that?
I'm not making any accusations.
He's bruised up.
Happens sometimes when
you gotta restrain them.
Listen to me. He is not gonna
end up like Ted Casey.
I don't know what you're trying
to do, but he's not a lab animal.
You can't reprogram them, no
matter what cocktail of dr*gs...
You really don't let up, do you?
Just because you failed Ted Casey...
doesn't mean the rest of us did.
Now, if you'll excuse me,
it's Christmas, remember?
Hi, how are you? Sorry I'm late.
- Hi, Babak.
- That's a nice wave.
- Hey, Jamile.
- Hey.
Okay, that's great. That was the truck.
Now point to the ball.
Very good.
Wanna hold it? Feels nice.
Strong.
I need you to stay with me for
just a little while more, okay?
We'll get there.
Could I have some water?
Could I have some water?
I have some water?
Here you go.
What the hell kind of dr*gs
are you people giving me?
Just something to keep you calm.
Did you just say something?
I said, the dr*gs are
to keep you calm.
Did you sleep well?
- I wasn't asleep, was I?
- You were asleep for nearly a whole day.
It's December 26th, Jack.
How are you feeling?
- December 26th?
- That's right.
- 1992?
- Yes.
And that's the sun,
and you're on Earth.
And I know you
know better, Jack.
Who the hell are you?
My mom is dead. 2007.
Jack Starks is dead.
Get out of here, get out!
- You left me in there.
- In where?
You left me in that thing. In the drawer.
And then...
you put me in a straitjacket.
We were forced to use restraints,
if that's what you're referring to.
- It wasn't a f*cking restraint.
- That's exactly what our equipment is.
Relax.
Don't act like I don't
know what's real.
You're suffering from delusions
as part of your condition.
No, I know what's real, I know.
You strapped me into something and
stuffed me in a f*cking drawer.
It wasn't a dream.
I don't know what you're trying
to pull, but I wasn't...
I have to say...
this is the most resilient I've seen
a patient undergoing this treatment.
I had a patient a few years ago.
His name was Ted Casey.
Ted sodomized a 7-year-old girl.
His lawyers asked me to have a look at
him because after his deeds were done...
he climbed into the trees of the
forest where he k*lled her...
and howled like a dog.
Ted never went to prison because everyone,
including me, believed he was sick.
So he came here. Then
one day a little girl
came with her mother to
visit her relative...
and I caught Ted
stealing looks at her.
The kind you really have to
steal, if you know what I mean.
I asked Ted then...
if he could remember what the little
girl who he'd slain was wearing.
"Oh, yes," he said.
"I remember it.
I remember it well."
Those were actually
his last words.
What happened to your face?
I was careless. It
won't happen again.
I'll say a prayer for you, Jack.
Maybe God will pick up where
the medicine leaves off.
You sure you know
where to find him?
Jack.
What are you doing, Jack?
What are you gonna do to me?
I thought I'd just ask you
to come inside with me.
- What if I didn't want to come?
- Well, I'd probably ask you why.
Because I'm not crazy.
You suffer from a delusional disorder.
It doesn't mean you're crazy.
It just means you're confused.
You're here instead of jail
because your condition...
played a role in your crime. - I didn't
k*ll that cop, but I don't remember.
Your mind's ability to distinguish
between your fantasies...
and the real events
that happened...
The real events that have happened to
me have been f*cked up, not my mind.
Jack.
I'd like to ask you a
question, if I may.
Since when do people around
here start asking for things?
- Okay. Smoke?
- That's what you wanna ask?
No.
I wanted...
I wanted to ask you how your treatments
with Dr. Becker are progressing.
Fine. Fine.
I hope you'd tell me if
that wasn't the case.
Why? Why, what would you do?
What would you do?
I would try to make it stop.
- I'm not sure I want him to stop.
- So it's helping?
They're making me feel
like a different person.
You coming?
We're gonna freeze
out here, you and I.
Could get hurt if they catch
you trying to leave again.
What do you know about the shit
they do to us in the basement?
What shit?
- You know what I'm talking about.
- No, I don't.
Yeah, you do. That jacket.
- What jacket?
- The f*cking drawer.
Now, stop playing games, you
know what I'm talking about.
I know that they take you down there.
I know that they put you in it.
The rest of it, it's...
It's a trip, you know, it's
like a serious vacation.
I found out I'm gonna die.
Well, mortality is actually a
great thing to be familiar with.
I'm gonna die in four days.
That's what I found out. They
find my body in four days.
What are you two yapping about?
We're talking about our ability
to go forward in time...
to go into the future.
I mean, that's what we're
talking about, right?
Yeah, that's right.
If you need to find something out
when you're in there, just calm down.
The less you freak, the
less you'll trip out.
Yeah, but all this shit from
before just comes tumbling...
Yeah, but that shit
is in the past.
Focus on what you
need to get now.
- I gotta get back in there.
- That could be a problem.
- Why?
- Lorenson's got her claws into it now.
When she started getting suspicious of me
was when they stopped putting me in there.
Women.
What do you think I should do?
You could still give
Becker an itch.
You might get k*lled when
he goes to scratch it...
but seems to me, you're saying
that's about to happen anyway...
Oh, man.
Please continue, Mr. Mackenzie.
Okay.
Well, I've been approached by
the Federal Trade Organization.
And what have they approached
you about, Mr. Mackenzie?
And this is nuts, but...
they have asked me to head up...
the Organization
for the Organized.
- The Organization for the Organized?
- Yeah, you've heard of them?
No, Mr. Mackenzie, I have not.
That's because there is no
such organization, you idiot.
That is categorically not true.
That is blatantly and
manifestly not true.
They have asked me to lead them.
And if you'd heard of them, then they
wouldn't be hush-hush, would they?
What do the rest of you think?
Well...
I know they exist.
- And how is that?
When I was in the Gulf,
the Organization...
was recruiting the Organized.
- Is that a fact, Mr. Starks?
- It is a fact.
Because if it's not, it doesn't help Mr.
Mackenzie.
It is a fact. Bona
fide and classified.
I knew it. I knew it.
You know, those little
f*ckers are everywhere.
They only recruit the
best, Mackenzie.
- Calm down, Mr. Starks.
- Stay calm, see, stay calm.
Always ordering us to
stay calm, be calm.
Be calm. Be calm. They order
you to order me to be calm.
How are we supposed to be calm?
Look at this place.
So, people, wake up, okay?
Orders come from the top only.
Don't let them order you around.
Long live the Organization.
Long live the Organization
for the Organized.
- Sit down, Mr. Starks.
- No, no, no, you've gotta listen...
Long live the Organization
for the Organized.
Join the Organization. The
Organization needs you.
- Fight the good fight.
- You listen to him.
- You don't listen to me?
- Sit down.
You gotta listen to him.
- Long live the Organization.
- Sit down.
Join the Organization.
You gotta listen to him.
Oh, Starks...
you are real stubborn.
But there's ways of fixing that.
The less you freak, the
less you'll trip out.
Stay calm.
Criminally insane.
Gentlemen, I'm gonna need you
to step out of the car...
with your hands in the air, please.
- What seems to be the problem, officer?
Problem is you're moving too slow. Step out
of the car with your hands in the air.
Can I open the door here?
Hey, soldier boy, you awake?
Didn't think so.
Yeah.
It's okay. You're okay.
Hey, Jack, grab the ball.
Show Mom, honey.
Will you give me one sec?
You got nerve showing
up like this.
You mind?
Okay, here goes.
Jack Starks died from a wound
to the head, January 1st, 1993.
How? I mean, how do I die?
It didn't say.
Does that mean you believe me?
I don't know what I believe.
- What else you find out?
- Whole bunch of stuff.
There was a doctor. Becker.
He was using some kind of behavior
modification on his patients...
that was banned in the '70s.
And there was another doctor too, a Dr.
Lorenson.
And something about a kid
she was treating. Babak.
- Don't know who that is.
- I don't know...
but the whole thing
was a major scandal.
Becker claimed he was trying to create a
womb-like environment for his patients.
f*cking womb.
It wasn't a f*cking womb.
Look, I have to
find out how I die.
Well, Alpine Grove still exists.
We could go see if there's anyone around
who might know what really happened.
We could.
Thanks for doing this.
Well, I must be the
crazy one, right?
I'm sorry I can't tell you
more about your uncle's death.
They used the hospital
medical examiner...
- "Blunt trauma" doesn't tell me anything.
- I'm sorry, that's all it says.
I mean, weren't there doctors? What
about Dr. Becker or Dr. Lorenson...?
Dr. Lorenson is still here at the hospital.
She was here the same time as your uncle.
I'm sure she could be
of more help to you.
- And what about Becker and Hopkins?
- Dr. Hopkins died.
And I'm not familiar with a Dr.
Becker.
Well, can you see if there'd be any kind
of forwarding address for Dr. Becker?
Is there some particular
reason for these questions?
He's the only family I remember.
What does this guy
keep smiling about?
Hi. Beth Lorenson.
- How do you do?
- Nice to meet you.
- Hi. Beth Lorenson.
- Jackie Price.
Sit down, sit down.
I'm sorry. You look
exactly like him.
Did you know him well?
Your uncle was my most
memorable patient.
- Why is that?
- In the end...
he made me change my mind
about a lot of things.
He actually helped me
with a case of mine.
Really? What case?
- I was working with a little boy.
- Babak Yazdi?
- Yes.
- Who was he?
A friend's son. How do
you know about him?
We saw it when we were looking
up information about his uncle.
How did he help?
Well, it's complicated, but in
the end he let me know how...
I could get through to him.
- How?
It's complicated.
And it was a really
long time ago.
Let me ask you something. Do
you know how my uncle died?
Yeah, I think it was from...
a head trauma.
Yes, but how? How did he get it?
I don't know.
You don't?
Think Dr. Becker might
have a better idea?
Yes, Dr. Becker would know more.
- I don't believe a word she just said.
- Me neither.
Come on. There's one last thing.
- To remind you of the staff softball
game at 4 p. m., so don't be late.
Jack, what is this?
This is the room.
They used to hang it over there.
I'm actually in this
drawer right now.
You know what? Maybe this
wasn't such a good idea.
You folks ain't supposed
to be down here.
We were just leaving.
Do I know you from somewhere?
I don't know, do you?
I don't know, you probably
know my uncle, Jack Starks?
g*dd*mn, that's right.
- You're his spitting image.
- Yeah, I know.
- You could be his ghost.
- Could be.
- You remember him?
- Oh, yeah, sure.
He was a great guy.
You wouldn't happen to know
how he died, now, would you?
I just remember them
finding his body.
Is that all you remember, Damon?
How do you know my name?
- I know all about you, Damon.
- Oh, yeah?
Oh, yeah.
- I know you're a piece of shit.
- I don't like you getting in my face...
- Was it you?
- Don't know what you're talking about.
- He was hit in the head. Sounds like you.
- I never touched him, man, I swear.
What's going on?
- See you, pal.
- This is a restricted area.
Damon. Damon, Damon,
they're gone.
It's time for your medication.
I'll see if I can
track Becker down.
How long do we have?
I don't know.
I don't think we have that much time.
Come on.
Well...
then you get yourself
to me tomorrow.
You don't...
and I'll take it personally.
Oh, yeah?
Do you want a drink?
I'm running out of time.
I don't care. You
have to come back.
I didn't ask for you, but now...
you just have to come back.
It's not like that. I don't
have control over it.
Well...
get control.
Come back to me, Jack.
I can't help you
unless you let me.
That thing is my only
chance in this place.
What thing?
You don't understand.
Well, try and help
me understand.
I've...
I've seen a time
that's not this time.
And I'm only able to see
it when I'm in there.
What time is that?
2007.
What year do you
think it is now?
- I'm not delusional. I know it's 1992.
- Okay.
So tell me about 2007.
What does it look like?
- Doesn't look that different.
- The future doesn't look different?
No.
Not to people like me.
You think you're
travelling in time?
- Is that it?
- Listen.
- Not everyone in this place is crazy.
- Like who?
Like Mackenzie, maybe?
Did he tell you he tried
to k*ll his wife?
Mackenzie locked himself up in
his house for two months...
and nearly starved himself
before he was brought here.
All because his wife left
him for another man.
I don't care. Look, I don't have time
for this. I gotta get out of here.
These are all facets
of your delusions.
Oh, yeah?
What about Babak?
Is that a facet?
How do you know about him?
You told me.
I saw you.
You thought I knew something
about him, so you told me.
How do you know about him, Jack?
Because you told me.
You told me.
I know somewhere
inside of you...
you have to believe that
what I'm saying is true.
You have to.
I don't know how you
know about Babak...
but these ideas are
part of your delusions.
No.
No.
Hey.
I brought you some smokes.
Lorenson said that your wife...
left you for another
man, so you lost it.
How's that for a thank-you?
Well?
I didn't want to see it.
You know?
I'm in here because...
they say I have a
nervous condition.
Well, well, here's my question:
Who wouldn't be nervous if they
really, really looked at their lives?
I mean, whose life is that good?
Rise and shine, Harold.
Jamile? Have you told anybody
about my sessions with Babak?
- Of course not.
- Has anyone been asking about him?
No. I would have told you.
Well, hello there.
How you doing today?
You ready to work?
Okay.
Jackie.
Jackie.
Hey.
- Okay, this is really freaking me out.
- Tell me about it.
- Oh, God. You want this?
- I want this.
- Hey.
- Hey.
God, I should get
the heat going.
- Oh, I found out about the little boy.
- Yeah?
Babak? Lorenson used a mild
form of electroshock therapy...
which disrupted his seizures.
She didn't even know that's
what he was having before.
That's what you have
to tell her about.
I think Becker's house is around here
somewhere. I marked it on the map.
- I think this is it.
- You sure?
Yeah. I called the number
yesterday to make sure.
All right, let's go.
Hi there.
You looking for Dr. Becker?
There he is.
How's that work, huh?
God doesn't remember?
Is that it?
- Can I help you?
- I don't know, can you?
- Do I know you?
- I think you do.
- You're his son?
- Nope.
Not his son.
What's the matter, doc?
You look like you've
seen a ghost.
But how can you be?
- He died years ago in the hospital.
- Yeah, you k*lled him. Didn't you?
No, I didn't k*ll him. The treatment
might've pushed him to k*ll himself...
No, I didn't k*ll myself. I
died from a blow to the head.
How did that happen?
All I can remember from the last
time we put him in there...
he... You came out and
said their names to me.
What names?
People I tried to help.
Who were they?
Nathan Piechowski...
Jackson MacGregor...
Ted Casey.
I didn't ask for
them, any of you.
- You were criminals sent to me.
- We were patients.
We were patients.
You were criminals...
Hold on a second. So you said I came out
of that thing, and I told you those names?
Well, who do you think
told me about them?
You did.
I'm in that drawer right now.
I don't understand.
You're haunting
yourself, old man.
- I didn't put you in Alpine Grove.
- No.
You pumped me full of dr*gs...
and you stuffed me
in a morgue drawer.
With every intention
of helping you.
And that justifies it?
We're all dead, Jack.
What is it?
- I have to sit down.
- Is everything okay?
- I have to sit down.
- Jack, what is it? Jack?
He's taking me out of there.
- He said it was the last time.
- What?
- Jackie, he said it was the last time. Go.
- Oh, my God.
- What was your address?
- What?
When you were a
kid, when we met...
what was your address?
2140 Waldemere Way.
2140... 2140...
- Jackie.
- Jack. Jack, stay with me.
It's the last time.
The last time.
Jack.
I saw you.
I know what you did
to your patients.
Years from now, I saw you.
You told me about Piechowski...
and Jackson MacGregor...
and Ted Casey. You told me.
All those guys stay with you.
All of us. We all stay with you.
We haunt you, haunt you.
All of us.
We haunt you.
We haunt you.
Could I...? Could I
have some paper?
Paper and a pen. Need
to write something.
Listen, your patient, Babak...
is having seizures.
That's why he hasn't
learned to speak properly.
Who told you this?
Just telling you something you already
know. You just haven't figured it out yet.
He's not slow, he's
having seizures.
Electro...
Electroconvulsion therapy.
You used it on him.
That's how you reset him.
No one would ever
use ECT on a child.
I don't know that he is having seizures.
If he is, that could send him into status.
It's a permanent
state of seizure.
No, no.
Babak is my friend's son.
I would never risk that.
You will.
Can you just grab the
end of that for me?
I've... I've given
him a sedative.
Okay.
I'm only gonna do it once.
The settings are very, very low.
- Are you gonna stay in the room?
- Yeah.
Okay, great. If you could
just apply some pressure.
Good.
I'm just gonna
press this button.
I'm just gonna set it
a little bit lower.
Okay, now I'm at the
lowest possible.
Okay.
Here we go.
Okay. We're done, that's it.
We're done. Okay, it's over.
All right. He's all right.
He's all right.
Okay. Okay.
Babak?
Babak...
how are you doing?
Can you say hi, Babak?
Hi, Babak.
You're okay, you're okay.
What do you need me to do?
I need to take this to someone.
This is a secure unit. There's
no way I can do that.
You have to. Please.
- How long do you need?
- Just a couple hours.
I'm gonna die tonight.
It's been decided.
You want me to come in with you?
I'll be okay.
Hey.
Hey.
I remember you.
I remember you too.
- Come in, it's cold out there.
- Yeah.
God. How've you been, Jackie?
- Okay.
- Yeah? How's your mom?
Well, okay.
Do you think I
could talk to her?
Hey, Mom. Mom?
- Hey, Jean.
- Hey.
Do I know you?
Mom, this is the guy
that fixed the car.
The guy you yelled at.
Okay.
There something you need?
It's something you need.
Jackie, go play in the snow.
- Why?
- Just do it.
Okay.
I don't know how to make
this not sound crazy.
I know it's not gonna make a
lot of sense right now...
but...
Look. Everything that I want
to tell you is in this letter.
And it's really...
It's very important that
you believe it, because...
Because it just would be a
shame if you didn't, you know?
Okay, I'll read it.
That it?
Yeah, that's it.
Hey.
Petal...
it's nice.
Don't stop calling her that.
I think she likes it.
Hey.
Hey, wait.
You be good, all right, Jackie?
- Okay.
- Okay.
Jack? Jack?
You okay?
Stay with me.
Put me in the jacket.
What do you mean?
You have to put me in the jacket, it's
the only way. I gotta get in there.
Jack? Jack, come on.
I need you to help
me get you inside.
Okay.
You ready?
- All right, you got it?
- I got it.
- That was it.
- Justin!
Put me in the jacket.
- What happened?
- He slipped. He slipped on the ice.
- Let's get him up. Watch his head.
- The jacket.
What are you talking about?
He said we have to get
him into the jacket.
I know the procedure, but
we can't do this to him.
Do whatever you did with Becker.
I was 27 years old the
first time I died.
I remember there was
white everywhere.
There was w*r, and I felt alive.
But, really, I was dead.
Sometimes I think we
live through things...
only to be able to say
that it happened.
That it wasn't to someone
else, it was to me.
Sometimes we live
to beat the odds.
I'm not crazy...
even though they thought I was.
I live in the same world
as everyone else.
I just saw more of it,
as I'm sure you have.
They'll find my body tomorrow.
You can check it out if
you don't believe me.
I've seen life after my death...
and I'm telling you this
because it's the only way...
to help you and your daughter
have a better life of your own.
Jean...
you're gonna pass out one
day smoking a cigarette...
and burn to death.
Your daughter grows up living the same
sad life you're living right now.
And she misses you so much.
Sometimes life can only really
begin with the knowledge of death.
That it can all end, even
when you least want it to.
The important thing in
life is to believe...
that while you're alive,
it's never too late.
I promise you, Jean, no
matter how bad things look...
they look better awake
than they do asleep.
When you die, there's only one
thing you want to happen.
You wanna come back.
Mommy, Daddy, is
it time to get up?
He can't find four of us here.
Come on, go in the kitchen.
Oh, boy.
- Hey, you okay?
- I'm fine.
You have a nasty cut there.
Yeah, yeah.
I slipped, but I'm alive.
I'm on my way to the hospital.
Could I give you a ride?
Yeah, I'd love that.
Okay. Get in.
All right. Thanks.
I'm sorry, one sec.
Hey.
That's sweet. Have
a good time, okay?
Yeah, yeah. Listen, Mom, now's not
actually a great time to talk.
I'm on my way to work.
Yeah, I'll call you later.
All right. Happy New Year.
- Sorry about that.
- That's all right.
No problem there.
How you doing?
Better now.
How much time do we have?
Jacket, The (2005)
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