How can we help you, sir?
You can sleep!
Most scenes together: Detective Walenski & Inspector Frank Bumstead (4), John Murdoch & Detective Walenski (3), Dr. Daniel Schreber & Inspector Frank Bumstead (2)
How can we help you, sir?
You can sleep!
I have a weak heart, you know.
Your weakness is not, we think, an affair of the heart.
Inspector, he is more disturbed than we thought.
I may not be the judge of personality that you are, Doctor, but you're the one who looks disturbed to me.
What brings you here?
I met my wife at this place.
It's where I first met my husband.
Small world.
Everything Detective Walenski committed to paper should be here.
The only thing that should be committed is Walenski.
I've met quite a few murderers in the course of my work. Murdoch doesn't strike me as one.
Perhaps you are not accustomed to digging deep enough.
Well, I do know when someone is lying to me, Doctor.
Forgive me, Inspector, but you are not a clinician. Judging personalities happens to be my business.
Well, maybe you could give me a few pointers.
Certainly. Let's take you, for instance. You are a fastidious man, driven. Consumed by details. I would say your life is rather lonely.
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!
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. [pause] I love you John, you can't fake something like that.
No, you can't.
I was just thinking, what you do seems kind of dangerous right now. I mean, how do you know I'm not the killer?
I don't. Why — you feeling any urges I should know about?
When was the last time you remember doing something during the day?
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.
I'm dying, John. Your imprint is not agreeable with my kind. 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...[taps head] in here. You went looking in the wrong place.
We're very lucky, when you think about it.
I'm sorry?
To be able to revisit those places which have meant so very much to us.
I thought it was more that we were haunted by them.
Perhaps. But imagine a life alien to yours, in which your memories were not your own but those shared by every other of your kind. Imagine the torment of such an existence: no experiences to call your own. If it was all you knew, maybe it would be a comfort.
Do not fret, Anna. I will give you some more pretty things soon.
I'm not Anna.
You will be soon, yes.
No more Mr. Quick. Mr. Quick, dead, yes.
Poor, poor Mr. Quick.
What's that make so far, Husselbeck? Six hookers in all?
I believe so, sir.
Give the man an "A" for effort.