come on, mom. don't fall asleep.
our car won't start.
yeah, but i don't know what.
jackie.
nothing.
but i like it i guess.
yeah.
mom, he just fixed our car.
mom, you've got it wrong.
you're just gonna walk?
what're those?
what for?
william starks. thanks.
hm.
get the hell out of my house!
what'd you do? snoop all over the place? you had no right. you had no right to go through anything.
if you don't get out of my house right now, i'll call the police.
what? now you're gonna show me some kind of driver's license?
well, you belong in one.
stop it! stop it! jackie covers her ears and looks at him, pleading with her eyes. starks' eyes plead right back.
you can't be william starks. he's dead.
william starks is dead.  i've been to his grave.
his body was found new year's day, 19. 1993. at alpine.
i looked it up.
no, you didn't. they found william starks' body dead in the snow.
i don't know. but he did die. starks falters under the news. jackie looks around, through her now blurred eyes, like she might find some help in the apartment. she settles for the bottle of vodka on the table, lowers the iron fork and takes a long heavy drink, then laughs nervously as she looks up.
i know what this is. i picked you up when i was drunk and you probably thought i'm just fucked up enough to fall for this. but the thing is i know what i'm doing when i drink. i just usually don't care. right now, i do though. and i want you out. now.
no, it's not. it's december 25th, 2004.
i'm telling you i don't care what time you think you're in. you're not william starks. i don't believe in many things, but i believe in death. and it doesn't give back what it takes. so whoever you are. i did a nice thing, you've made me regret it enough already, so please, just leave.
please.
happy birthday.
hi, claire.
i'm ok. i need a favor.
i'll be off in 15 minutes. can you wait till then?
the jacket. that's what they call it, right?
it was banned, you know.  and it led to an investigation of dr. becker's mistreatment of some of his patients. that's when they found out how badly he was drugging his patients.
but no one knew until after.
you bled to death.
i don't know how you got the cut to your head, but you died bleeding from it.
i don't know. i thought i was crazy after you left that day. i died. i still think i could be crazy. but then i replayed that night in my head -- the parts of it i could remember -- and it was like. i don't care if i was, or am. i haven't felt that way in a room with someone my whole life. and when you left, all i wanted was.
i want to trust you. should i trust you?
then we need to figure out what happened to you. it's the only thing we can do.
alpine grove still exists. i looked it up on the net. we should go there and see if there's still anyone around who might have known what happened to you.
i know.
no. they never figured it out. i did. most murderers don't stop to help a drunk woman and her little girl on the side of the road. not without hurting them.
do you have any kind of forwarding address for dr. becker?
i'm just william's friend.
who was eugene?
just a little, when we were looking up information about william's father. how did he help?
how?
i don't understand.
because becker resigned after the charges brought against him by state patient advocacy groups.
me neither. who was the boy she was talking about, eugene?
you think lorenson kills you?
let's see if they have an address for becker. i also want to figure out more about the kid you helped her with.
because that's the part i believe is true. you probably did help her somehow with the boy and eugene's name did come up over and over again on the abstracts i pulled.
maybe this wasn't such a good idea.
we were just leaving.
how long do we have?
they told me becker's in shelbourne now. i looked him up and he was listed.
what about captain medley? he never told them what happened to you over there. his testimony. that coward wanted them to think you were crazy.
you've got to get yourself out of that place. they're going to kill you if you don't.
it's not a prison, it's a hospital. there's got to be some way out of there and you've got to find it.
you just scared me, that's all.
here, drink this. i'll get the heat going.
yeah. i called the number yesterday to make sure. thomas becker, retired
they're not here.
no.
maybe they're out.
how much time do we have?
what? what are you thinking?
yeah, you're right. but wait, how can that be?
i don't know. but this isn't a dream. i'm real, and so is where we are.
i don't know.
what are you doing?
william! william!
maybe he's gone somewhere. he'll have to come back.
it's sunday.
so?
william, you're not making sense.
that's all you got from him? that bastard helped take your life away from you.
what? how can you say that? he's the one that put you in that goddamn medieval. jacket. he's probably the one who killed you.
why are you saying that? we don't have long, do we?
to the hospital.
claire, i need help.
because your body can only take so much of what they're putting you through.
ok. ssh. rest.
no! it won't do any good. please, claire. they won't understand.
william, please, honey, wake up. for me.
can you hear me?
i found out about eugene. the little boy. he's the key. that's who you have to tell her about when you get back there. it's the only way to prove this to her.
what?
112 orchard way. you're not coming back, are you?
then, where are you going?
i've been ok.
ok, i guess.
sure.
mom, this is the guy that drove us home that afternoon we were stuck on the highway. the guy you yelled at for no good reason.
why?
hey, wait!
ok.
hey there. you ok?
you're bleeding pretty bad there.
it's ok. it's ok. relax. it's just a cut. we can get it fixed.
sorry, one sec.
hey! how are you? thanks. i was just thinking about you, too.
listen, i gotta go, mom, 'cause i'm late.  but, thanks. happy new year to you, too. i'll call you later. ok, bye.
sorry about that. it was my mom.
how you doin'?