"License?" "Exterminator, huh?" "Yeah." "Boron trifluoride?" "Methylene chloride?" "Pretty serious stuff." "What are you trying to kill anyway?" "Whatever they tell me to." "A medium cappuccino, dry, one and a half shots, not two." "Name?" "Jano " " J-A-N-O." "Anton." "Medium cappuccino, dry, one and a half shots." "Anton?" "Anton?" "This yours?" "Why you call me this name?" "The computer says it's for Anton." "Hello." "Take your cappuccino before it gets cold, Anton." "Who is this?" "Someone who knows who you really are." "I just texted you an address." "Bye." "Hey." "You have 30 minutes to get there." "Otherwise, I introduce the Chechens to your new wife and baby boy." "It's all in the back, everything you asked for." "Do what I told you to do." "Okay?" "So I'm done here, all right?" "Think of your child, Anton." "With one keystroke," "I can unleash an army of beasts to descend on him." "It's 9:58." "You said I could have my brain back by 10:00." " Well, that gives us two minutes." " The chip is situated in HDAC 5." "That's the genetic nucleus that regulates emotion." "We have to be sure that there are no anomalies." "Have you been experiencing any mood swings lately?" "Crying fits?" "Crying fits?" "No." "Well... your amygdala is telling me a whole different story." "Gabriel...you know you're safe in here." "Oh, come on." "Hey, hey." " We're not judging." " Guess what." "It's 10:00." "Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa!" "Hey!" "Hey!" "Come on, now, wait." "Sit it down there, Palio." "Come on." "Now, this is serious stuff we're doing here." "Your emotions are important." "They're critical." "In fact, you are still incorporating the chip a little bit more every day." "And while it will continue to make you more powerful, we must be certain that you remain you." "What do you mean?" "The chip will always exceed your human abilities." "We can never let it exceed your humanity." "We've got a situation, gentlemen." "C-Doc in 10." "You heard her." "No, no, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait!" "Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa." "Wires." "The wires." "Wires." "The man on the left is Vincent Canello, a bag man for the Sebastiani crime family put into Witness Protection after testifying against them." "U.S. marshal's office in Phoenix says he went off their grid three days ago." "Man on the right is Anton Radic, a Chechen chemist." "Radic cooked Sarin for the sabotage battalion before giving them up." "Also in Witness Protection." "You're wondering what they have in common." "Ah, it's the old" ""Mafia bag man and Chechen chemist walk into a bar."" "The Chechen chemist " " I am gonna stop talking now." "Sorry." "Until 24 hours ago, these two men didn't know each other, and now they're working together." "How's that possible?" "Good question." "Canello's cover in WITSEC was as a licensed exterminator." "No irony there." "The license allowed him to purchase a number of restricted chemical agents, which he did in Tempe, Arizona, day before yesterday." "200 gallons of methylene chloride, 90 pounds of tetrodotoxin." "With the right compounding, he could devastate a city with these agents." "One of them can buy the stuff." "The other one knows what to do with it." "So, who put these two together?" "Would have to be somebody who had access to the Witness Protection database." "An inside job?" "D.O.J. says no." "The system was infiltrated from the outside." "Whoa, whoa, whoa, you're talking about the most sensitive database in law enforcement." "And that would take some serious ninja hack-fu." " We've got a rider out there, and we have to find him." " Who?" "A rider?" "Every stick-and-carrot op has four basic elements -- the rider, a mule, a stick, and a carrot." "The rider that got into the WITSEC database has a huge stable of mules." "Mostly criminals themselves." "And what's the stick?" "Exposure to the people they testified against." "What about the carrot?" "The most powerful leverage there is -- the opportunity to protect the people you love from a credible threat." "Folks, we need to find this guy quickly." "Methylene chloride, phosphate, tetrodotoxin." "These chemicals have a half-life." "They degrade quickly." "If they were purchased the day before yesterday, he'll have 48 hours before they're useless." "Looks like we're going to Arizona." "San Francisco." "How do you know that?" "The van has a bar code." "I've chipped every tunnel and bridge west of the Mississippi." "That van crossed the golden gate bridge this morning." "Cassidy, Jameson, Nelson, you're on the hacker." "Gabriel, Riley and I are going to San Francisco." "Wheels up in an hour." "Lillian's coming?" "Her daughter lives in San Francisco." "One of our nation's most decorated soldiers." "He's a hero, and now our country's most secret weapon." "Gabriel possesses a rare genetic mutation that allowed us to implant a microchip in his brain." "We connected his mind directly to the information grid." "It's something the chip does that nobody expected." "I can create a virtual snapshot of an event in my mind and then walk through it." "It's like a virtual evidence wall." "At U.S. Cyber Command, we created a highly specialized unit around him..." "Satellite in five." "...and assigned an agent to protect him." "Run!" "He's the first of his kind -- the next evolution of intelligence." "Okay, what's wrong?" "Nothing." "Gabriel, it's a five-hour flight." "Don't make me guess." "She's sitting in my seat." "Well, I guess you should have saved your seat with your purse." "It's a ritual, Riley -- like mojo." "Like not changing your socks when you're on a winning streak." "Please tell me you've changed your socks today." "C-Doc has something for us." "Go ahead." "We've gone over the WITSEC system log files, and we've been able to confirm the hack originated domestically." "We've also run several computer models on the neurotoxin itself, making certain assumptions based on prevailing wind speed, humidity, smog -- as many factors as the model allows." "Including the amount of toxin we believe can be synthesized." "We're thinking 12 to 15 kilograms." "And?" "It's not good news." "What you're looking at are best- and worst-case analyses." "Casualties?" "Total population base -- just under a million." "There is something weird, though." "Weird?" "Based on the chemical agent, we don't think exposure to the toxin will result in death." " What, then?" " Muscle necrosis, paralysis, total loss of movement." "It would leave its victims all brain, and no body." "What if the attack was to happen downtown?" "Downtown would be worst-case scenario." "Lillian?" "I heard you." "I know you're worried about Rebecca, but she's gonna be fine." "You can do a lot of things with your chip, Gabriel, but even you can't predict the future." "Have you called her?" "Protocol exists for a reason." "So do seat belts." "Don't always work, though." "The best way for me to protect my daughter is to make sure that this attack never happens." "Because the minute that any of us put our own interests ahead of our job, that's the minute that my daughter's life really is in jeopardy." "Oh, and you can have your seat back now." "I've done what you asked!" "It's finished." "You have the product." "Do you hear?" "I'm done!" "I'm finished with this!" "You still have a delivery to make." "Welcome to C-Doc mobile command." "Home away from home." "Jameson." "Nothing on the rider yet, but we've got something on the mules." "All right, hang on." "Sergeant, can you put C-Doc up on the monitor?" "Okay." "Go ahead." "Cooking a neurotoxin would require an extremely high heat, demanding a very specific vertical-flow-hood exhaust system for the waste." "Right, heat and ventilation -- they were the keys." "We're talking about a relatively large load of electricity, electricity that would have to run through its own transformers." "Same with the ventilation system." "You can't vent that kind of waste product through a chimney." "So we began to look at commercial properties, businesses where this kind of production could be disguised." "Dry cleaners, industrial bakeries, old fuel refineries." "Now, we looked at satellite imagery and pulled up 14 targets fitting our profile." "All of them are isolated." "Very specific heat signatures, and -- boom -- spiked power draws." " Nice." " Okay." "Funnel your intel here so we can set up the searches." "In the meantime, I've got a briefing with local police and disaster crews." "If they find the lab, I want you two overseeing the search." "Copy that." "You're worried about her." "She's not herself." "That woman not only worked her way out from underneath her father's shadow." "But by the time she was my age, she was already the head of army intelligence, not to mention she practically invented Cybercom." "Snooping around personnel files?" "I don't have to." "Every woman in the intelligence community wants to be Lillian." "Yeah, well, I've never seen her let it get personal." "Are you saying you've never seen her act like you?" "Seriously?" "I told you " " I don't want any more magazines." "Mom?" "Hi." "Oh, my God." "Hi." "What's this about magazines?" "Ah, it's nothing." "It's just the salesman keeps coming by." "Well, it's probably not a good idea to open your door to strangers." "Maybe Rick could deal with the salesman." "Rick's not here." "Did he find a job?" "He found another girlfriend." "I'm fine." "It's been months already." "This is very nice." "What is it?" "It's an angel weeping over the death of a child." "I'm kidding, mom." "Oh." "I just started it." "I don't know what it is." "Oh." "So...what brings you to San Francisco?" "Business." "Saving the world?" "How's your father?" "You could call him and ask him." "Look at your hair." "It's gotten so long." "Oh, it's horrible." "No, it's beautiful." "You're beautiful." "What's going on?" "Nothing." "Mom." "So are you gonna be home all day?" "Why?" "Um, that's why." "Just...kind of in the middle of " "The middle of something." "Mm-hmm." "Yes." "Nelson was right." "We found the lab." "What about the toxin?" "Negative." "We're in an old commercial paint shop, so it's hard to get a solid result, but there was definitely a cook here." "The product's gone, though." "Get all residue specimens to Cassidy as soon as possible." "I want to know the concentration levels we're dealing with." "Rebecca, I need to leave for a while." "Um..." "could we talk later?" "Mom, I have four paintings to finish, so, you know," "I wish that I'd known you were coming by earlier." "But I didn't, so..." "Please, honey." "I'd really like to talk to you." "Okay, mom." "Fine." "Call me later." "Okay." "Bye." "Bye." "You said this place went belly up a year ago?" "As far as I know." "Then why is there a working security camera?" "Someone was watching them?" "Is watching." "Feed's live." "My earbud -- someone's calling." "It's coming from a VoIP number -- voice over Internet protocol." "It's on the same line as that camera." "So answer it." "That's some equipment you have." "Pulled my number out of the air -- impressive." "I tried facial recognition on you, and you don't seem to exist." "So you thought you'd call me?" "You know what they say about curiosity." "Oh, the only cat that gets killed is the one who is found." "Guess I'm in trouble." "You found me." "Not quite yet." "Your friend there, Riley Neal -- she seems to exist." "Secret service agent, although until only recently, at which point she, too, vanishes." "Who are you?" "You first." "Gabriel?" "I can see what he sees, the other monitor feeds, but the trace is bouncing." "I can't locate him." "That's not your only camera, is it?" "You're not just watching us." "You're watching everything." "You walk like an athlete." "Swimmer?" "Then the military got ahold you?" "You trying to work a profile on me?" "Just making small talk." "Your breathing's labored." "Are you injured?" "Your trace didn't even come close." "We'll speak again soon." "Taco scramble!" "So dark in here." "Let's let a little of the day in." "Taco scramble, huh?" "Mm-hmm." "It's like a taco, but with eggs." "How's the stock market?" "Sluggish." "Hmm." "I think I can do it." "Okay." "Okay." "Here we go." "Got it?" "Ah." "Yep." "Mmm." "It's good." "Oh." "I'm so glad." "Mm-hmm." "If you're sure you're okay, I'll go get groceries." "Oh, absolutely." "Mwah!" "Mwah!" "Okay." "Bye, honey." "Bye-bye." "Gabriel spoke to him?" "Our rider managed to pull down his cell number." "Your phones are encrypted." "He broke into WITSEC, Adam, he's very good." "If he weren't a murderer, I'd hire him." "Hmm." "Any chance to repeat this call, trace it?" "He'll call back." "The ones who make contact can't wait to talk again." "I want you back at angel's bluff." "Why?" "You're the head of the agency." "In the event that Gabriel can't stop this," "I don't want you in theater." "I appreciate your concern, but I'm staying with my people." "Lillian, I know your daughter lives there." "I'm speaking to you as a friend." "A friend wouldn't question my objectivity." "Lab results at the paint shop confirm the nerve toxin in powder form." "That's airborne deployment." "The FAA should ground air traffic." "I'll make it happen." "Thank you." "Take care of yourself." "Good." "You're here." "Nelson and Jameson have been investigating the web streams you described seeing in our rider's room, but they haven't identified any potential targets." "It wasn't like that." "It was more like a collection of windows to the world." "There was something else that was odd." "He wasn't nervous talking to me." "He was more..." "curious." "If he's ill, as Gabriel says, it may be keeping him indoors." "I'm gonna take a look at the intel." "So, how did your visit with Rebecca go?" "I didn't break protocol, if that's what you're asking." "I know you didn't." "You're too stubborn for that." "For a man with a supercomputer in his head, you can be really stupid sometimes." "Do you really think I don't want to tell her?" "You think it's not haunting me right now?" "But then I think -- how can I use my position to reveal that kind of information, when there are so many other mothers with daughters who can't?" "Because none of them are your daughter." "Telling her doesn't make you weak, Lillian." "It makes you human." "So, the question is, where the hell is the toxin?" "It could be anywhere." "It's impossible to find it now." "What are you thinking?" "There's a step missing." "Yeah, the part where thousands of people writhe on the ground." "My God!" "My God!" "How can you joke?" "Huh?" "!" "Gabriel, Lillian, Riley -- all out there." "I know they are, dad." "You know I joke when I get nervous." "We are dealing with someone who is not only capable of conceiving of such horror, but who has the skills and the access to execute it." "Okay." "You said we were missing a step?" "Yes." "An improvised weapons system has three necessary elements -- materials..." "check." "...manufacture..." "check." "...deployment." "Each step so far has been totally compartmentalized." "He used one guy to purchase the chemicals, another to cook, and the only common thread -- the hacker himself." "Well, what does the hacker do now?" "He hacks." "He's gonna hitch up a third mule to deploy the toxin." "Mm-hmm." "Hannah, breakfast." "Just one more minute." "Daddy, watch me." "I'm dancing." "I will, baby." "I just got to pay a couple of bills first." "All right, guys, we're sending an address to your GPS right now." "It's for a WITSEC detainee named Eric Hanson." "He must be the next mule." "I ordered the U.S. marshals to detain all the active WITSEC protectees in San Francisco." "They picked up all but three." "One has advanced leukemia and is in the ICU." "One is in jail for beating his wife -- lovely." "And the third is this Eric Hanson." "He was the front man in a Ponzi scheme." "Why haven't the marshals picked him up?" "Let me guess." "'Cause he's already gone." "There was no phone call." "No one came to the house." "Wife says one minute he was paying bills." "The next, he just took off." "Didn't say where he was going or why." "The thing I'm wondering is, each of these mules has had a special skill." "What's Hanson's?" "I don't know yet." "The video game is on." "It has a camera." "It might have recorded what happened." "I'm in." "Their daughter was dancing." "I'm chipping his laptop." "Alamo Park." "Anton?" "Who told you this name?" "I don't know who he is, but I'm thinking it's the same guy who told you to be here." "You understand what this is?" "You understand what to do?" "I know you have a gun under the table." "So do I." "Welcome back." "Now, your phone is going to ring any second." "Give it to me." "I want to talk to him." "What?" "!" "Change of plan." "You might get to live after all, Anton." "There's a man and a woman about to head in your direction, coming from the south." "Do exactly as I say, and you stand a fighting chance of getting your life back." "Gabriel, look." "The camera." "Kill or be killed, Anton." "Don't let them pass!" "Run!" "That way!" "What are you talking about?" "!" "Just do it!" "I'll hold them off!" "Hold who off?" "!" "Idiot!" "Run!" "Oh!" "Hey!" "Cameras all over the park." "I'm in." "I've got Anton." "He has a gun." "Where's Hanson?" "I don't see him yet." "Damn it!" "The cameras just went down!" "He knows we're here." "Get down!" "Get the people." "I got him." "Go!" "Move!" "Move!" "Get down!" "Drop it!" "Federal agent!" "Stop!" "Where is he?" "!" "Where's Hanson?" "!" "Is that you?" "You are resourceful." "I'll give you that." "Who made you like this?" "I don't know what you mean." "You're smart." "You have skills." "You got a lot going for you." "Why do you want to hurt people?" "Is that what you think?" "I have a lot going for me?" "Except for feeling sorry for yourself." "Is this the part where you attempt to antagonize me, irritate me to the point where I reveal myself to you?" "I don't need you to reveal yourself." "You're all the same to me." "You're broken, and you think what you're doing's gonna fix it." "I'm not broken, and I'm not interested in fixing anything." "You're lying." "Oh, am I?" "You have a tell." "You take a sip of that straw every time you lie to me." "Well, whatever you think you're doing, it ain't gonna work." "It already has." "You're all the same to me." "You're broken, and you think what you're doing's gonna fix it." "I'm not broken, and I'm not interested in fixing anything." "Wait." "There it is, right after the, uh, foghorn -- the straw." "Yep." "Gabriel, you're right." "That sucking sound is odd, though -- deliberate." "It's like a siphon." "It's a non-return bite valve." "God!" "Found on hands-free drinking systems used by quadriplegics." "Ooh." "Our rider is paralyzed." "Which might explain the choice of toxin -- paralysis, not death." "He wants everyone to be like him." "That narrows the profile." "Well, Lillian, there are still millions of people in the U.S. incapacitated in this way." "He could be anywhere." "Come on, people!" "Think!" "We've got a mule out there with a tank full of a neurotoxin!" "Just find him!" "All right, look." "We know that the guy's got mad tech skills, right?" "And in the first call, he thought Gabriel was an athlete." "It often takes one to know one." "Okay, so he was an athlete before he was incapacitated, and he's a technology expert." "That's good." "So what else do we know?" "It's not just the technology." "It's how he uses it." "It's like an extension of himself." "Something you know a little bit about." "He manipulates people to do things they wouldn't do unless he was pressing their buttons." "He's programming them, something you might know a little bit about." " Touché." " Add to that his environment." "He's surrounded by computers that connect him to the outside world." "But they don't connect him." "They isolate him." "What was it you said to me, doc?" "The chip will exceed my human abilities, but..." "We can't ever let it exceed your humanity." "He didn't have anyone around to remind him of that." "All right, what else we got?" "Hi." "You've reached Rebecca." "Please leave a message." "Lillian?" "My daughter." "We haven't always gotten along." "It's not easy." "And you're worried about her." "Maybe you should forget protocol, just be her mom." "I can't leave." "Lillian..." "I was 15 when I shot my mother's boyfriend." "She and I both know that if I hadn't, he would have killed her." "And we still didn't speak for 14 years." "Whatever there is between you two," "I know you can fix it." "Believe me." "But not if you don't trust her." "Not if you don't..." "at least give her a chance to really know you." "Lillian, we will find this guy." "Thank you, Riley." "Foghorn." "The foghorn!" "What about it?" "Nelson, bring up the recording of the call right at the sound of the foghorn." "Yeah, you got it." "I'm not broken, and I'm not interested in fixing anything." "That foghorn is famous." "It's on the tower of the Golden Gate Bridge." "Wait." "You know this." "What neighborhoods are near there?" "Uh, Cow Hollow, the Presidio, and the Marina." "If he's paralyzed, he'd have built ramps or maybe an elevator." "And if it's a house, there'd be building permits." "I'm in the building inspector's system right now." "There were 623 permit requests for handicap upgrades in the past 10 years." "All include photos of the work being done." "For the kind of processing he's doing, this guy would need a high-speed ISDN line -- at least a T3." "Okay." "That's rare for residential use." "That narrows it to one." "Jonathan Cain." "Gabriel, can you access a T3 line?" "I'm in his webcam now." "What do you see?" "Our rider." "Let's go." "I've got a two-man team positioned out back, in case he runs." "He's not running." "Can I help you?" "Is Jonathan Cain here?" "Jonathan?" "Why?" "What on earth is going on?" "We're federal agents." "Is he here?" "Of course he's here." "He hasn't left the house in years." "Excuse me, ma'am." "Federal agents." "Where's the toxin?" "You're too late." "Hi." "Name, please?" "Eric Hanson." "Welcome to the annual shareholders meeting, Mr. Hanson." "We'll be starting in just a few minutes." "If you like, you can head right on in." "Where's Hansen?" "Where's the toxin gonna be released?" "Where it will do the most good." "Good?" "People's lives are gonna be destroyed." "Jonathan?" "What's happening?" "What's going on?" "Your husband is about to release a deadly neurotoxin somewhere in San Francisco." " What?" " The agent isn't deadly." "That's the whole point." "For God's sake, what have you done?" "The race was the first time you realized something was wrong, wasn't it?" "That's what this is all about." "I was working in the chem lab at the college." "There was an accident." "They said it was Meniere's ataxia, but I shouldn't despair, that a cure wasn't that far off." "Now..." "I can't even hold my own wife." "Jonathan." "Jonathan, listen to me." "Nothing matters, except that I love you." "You don't understand." "You feel isolated, alone." "The more you try to connect with the world through all these wires, the more isolated you become." "And the more dependent you become on the technology, the more you feel you're losing yourself." "You try to convince yourself you're not a machine, but that's the way everyone else looks at you." "But you called me." "You were trying to connect." "You can still stop this, Jonathan." "Is that your best carnival act?" "You look at a photo on the wall, and think you know how to get to me?" "I think you look at the photo on the wall, and you want that man back so badly you're willing to rage against the world in ways that man never imagined." "Get him out of here." "Hi, mom." "Rebecca, I need you to leave town and go spend the weekend up in Marin with your father." "What are you talking about?" "Just get your things together and go, please." "I'm not going anywhere." "What's this about?" "For God's sake, use your brain." "Why am I hear, Rebecca?" "Because you're a control freak, you have no respect for me, and you somehow think that everyone, including your own family, works for you." "This isn't going the way I wanted it to go." "Well, how did you think it would go when you just barge in here and start shouting orders?" "That's a very good point." "It is?" "Yes, it is." "Rebecca, I need you to not ask me any questions and just go to your father's house." "I'll call later and explain." "Please, honey." "Just do this for me this once." "Okay, mom." "I'll leave right now." "Thank you." "Look, guys, Cain needs to deploy the toxin soon before it becomes useless." "What good can come from paralyzing other people?" "How does that help him recover?" " 'Cause it makes them just like him." " Yes." "That's -- that is the sad truth of medical discovery -- the more people suffering from a disease or a condition, the more incentive there is to develop a cure -- the incentive being money." "Nelson, is anyone developing a treatment for Meniere's ataxia?" "No one." "What about Jennings Pharmaceutical?" "Yeah, they were in it, but RD got too expensive, so they pulled out of a five-year trial nine months ago." "Yes, this would have been Cain's last chance." "Hanson's a shareholder." "Jennings is having their annual shareholders meeting today in San Francisco." "The entire board will be there." "And the price-to-earnings ratio is up a sharp 11% from this time last year, largely due to inroads into a new tech, vascular diagnostics, and treatment market." "Now, we cap out here at 33%." "Listen up!" "Everybody needs to evacuate this theater." "Excuse me." "What's going on?" "Leave your personal belongings where they are and follow the officers outside." "Do it now!" "Got him." "Stop!" "My family." "I'm sorry." "I -- Where is it?" "!" "He was gonna kill my wife and my little girl!" "We have him!" "He can't hurt them!" "Now, where the hell is it?" "!" "Oh, my God." "I-it's under my seat!" "It's in the case!" "And it's on a timer!" "How much time is left?" "I don't know -- a couple minutes." "I got it." "How much time?" "A minute 33, 32..." "Cassidy, you copy?" "We're with you." "There's not enough time for a full evacuation." "If this nerve toxin is released, it could seep into the building's vents." "It could contaminate the entire area surrounding the building." "...21, 20." "CO2!" "You need CO2, Gabriel!" "Is there a fire extinguisher nearby?" "Yeah." "CO2 will what, neutralize it?" "No, CO2 will freeze the timer's oscillator." "It'll buy you some time." "For how long?" "Unknown." "Unknown?" "!" "Great." "Hit it." "I can't see the timer." "Yeah, it doesn't matter, Gabriel!" "Now you need an intense heat." "Intense heat?" "!" "Now you want me to blow up a chemical weapon inside a crowded building?" "Yeah, preferably in the next 20 seconds or so." "The building furnace." "This way." "Adding heat to the pressurized cannisters will result in an explosion." "Yes, but that should -- should catalyze a reaction between the powder and the nitrogen in the air and render the toxin inert." ""Should"?" "You don't sound too confident, doc." "Dad?" "Crapshoot." "That's great." "Are you ready?" "Do it!" "Move!" "Riley?" "Where's Gabriel?" "He's fine." "How did things go with your daughter?" "I'm glad I went." "Me too." "I thought it would, uh, get easier as she grew older." "But even when I know I'm doing the right thing, it just never feels right." "Can I speak freely?" "Were you not speaking freely before?" "There are so many things about my mom" "I wish she'd had the courage to tell me." "Lillian, if Rebecca knew you " "I mean really knew you -- she'd be so proud." "You know, I would have taken you to dinner." "But then you would have missed my cooking." "Who taught you to cook?" "He always was a good cook." "I mean, he even made your baby food himself." "Yeah." "He usually reminds me of that when he's mad at me." "So, did you finish your paintings?" "Um...all but one." "Do you want to see it?" "Sure, if you don't mind." "Come on." "Oh, Rebecca." "Do you remember?" "Of course, sweetheart." "Of course." "I remember." "I remember every second of it." "Oh, honey, I-I know it's often been hard for you." "You've always felt that you never really know your mother." "Well, I think it's time to change that."