"Hi." "Hi." "Have we met somewhere before?" "Mm-hm, I don't think so." "Mm." "Ah." "Late." "Very late, Anna." "You put the alarm back again." "Stautenmeyer is calling into the office this morning." "We're gonna talk to them about making me partner." "Wow." "That's amazing." "Yeah, you're gonna have to work on being a little more corporate." "Yeah, work on this." "Jesus!" "Not funny." "Ha ha." "In other news, the serial killer now known as Tearjerk Jack... continues to spread terror across the East Side." "Police have verified the disco very of a fifth victim... in the early hours this morning." "We will continue to follow the story for you as develop—" "Shouldn't you be handing out gold stars instead of earning yellow ribbons on FarmVille?" "I was just checking pre-delays in the subway." "What do you think?" "I like it a little rough, but I guess..." "Mr. Stautenmeyer likes his men a little different." "No, he does like it smooth." "Next stop." ""A chance encounter with a mysterious stranger... could be a bridge to new exciting opportunities. "" "Wow, that looks like modern art." "It's a little Picasso we've got going over here." "Whoa." "Oh, no." "It's so not a big deal." "Why don't we get a sponge from over there and clean it up, okay?" "All right." "Okay, got it." "Woo!" "Woo!" "I got you." "Oh, no, you got me." "Oh, no, you got me." "Hello." "I am here to pick up—" "Robert." "He's in the sandpit." "Oh, you're good." "I don't know how you tell them apart." "Hello!" "Hi, Supernanny." "Any h unklicio us divorcee to report... or are you too busy potty-training their offspring?" "You're so bad." "I'm still on the clock, you know." "So, are you coming today?" "Yeah, it's Tuesday, right?" "You bet your ass I am." "No, I'd rather drink the calories." "Mm, six-and-a-half." "Not too bad." "I would say seven." "Look left to the bar." "Quick." "Ten out of ten." "Not too shabby." "Not too shabby at all." "I wouldn't kick him out of bed for eating crackers." "Or anything else." "Does that matter?" "Okay." "So, I wanna know how was Justin Timberlake last week?" "Hm." "Had a few drinks." "Went back to his—" "Need I elaborate?" "I had more fun with a broken vibrator." "Does it ever get tiring, being a slut?" "I'll tell you one thing you never get tired of." "That moment when you wake up and for a second... you have no idea where you are or who the hell the guy is next to you." "I live for that stuff" "I guess it complicates things a little bit less, right?" "Yeah." "I mean, sometimes with Bryce—" "No, enough with Bryce." "If you're done with him, just hand him over." "Come on, girls." "Big smiles." "Just think in three months... we will be sipping those dirty martinis on Laguna Beach." "Hey, guys, I was..." "I wanted to tell you, but, um..." "I don't think I'm gonna be able to make it this year." "What?" "It's sacred." "It's a ritual." "I know." "It's just Bryce wants to take us to Vegas... to celebrate our first year and stuff." "Classy." "He's so gonna pop the question." "Okay, listen, we just moved in together." "And what are you waiting for?" "Get dumped for some skanky-ass cheerleader?" "If he pulls out a ring, you should snatch it, girl." "Thank you." "You know, once you've squeezed out a couple of rug-rats... you'll fix up some money pit and slide contentedly into senility." "Fran cine, for a second there..." "I forgot why you're still single." "Oh, my God, you guys." "Mister "Ten-Out-of-Ten" over there is totally checking me out." "Oh, well, no sense in letting him go to waste." "Another drink." "Yeah, I know, it's cool." "I mean, he's not hot at all." "I mean, he's certainly not my type." "Excuse me, between my nose and my rack... which do you think I should get done first?" "Major alcoholic." "She's got problems." "Come on." "I'm sorry." "Wilcox and Third, please." "Get in." "I'll drive you home." "It's okay." "Unlike some people I know, I can walk." "Are you getting in or what?" "Hey, ma'am, lookout!" "Hey, check it out." "No!" "Anna?" "Anna!" "Will she be okay?" "Somebody tell me." "They ran all the tests again this morning." "Look, she's waking up." "Anna?" "Anna, can you hear me?" " Hey, chica, we're here." " Are you okay?" "Who are you?" "Anna, it's me." "It's Bryce." "Oh, my head." "You're fine." "My head hurts." "Nothing is broken." "You are a blue-eyed miracle, kid." "Don't." "Don't touch me." "Who are you?" "It's us, chica." "Hey, don't you recognize us?" "Anna?" "You've been unconscious for over a week." "Doctor." "He's not Bryce." "It's okay, Anna." "Calm down." "I's not him." "It's not Bryce." "I know Bryce." "Anna, you just need to relax." "You need some rest." "You got a nasty bump on your head." "It's all right, Anna." "Please, I-I don't need that." "Anna!" "Don't touch me." "Don't touch me!" "Anna!" "Anna, wait." "She's confused." "Do you think she's okay?" "It's okay." "Anna, sweetheart." "Open the door." "Anna, it's me." "Okay." "Okay." "Sh, sh." "Take a close look at this, please." "And this one?" "Is that the same face you see?" "No." "Both photos are of the same man." "What you are experiencing are symptoms of prosopagnosia." "Sorry, proso-what?" "Prosopagnosia or face blindness." "It-it's an impairment in face perception... caused by a lesion on the temporal lobe." "It's this part of the brain that allows us in a nanosecond... to compare someone's face with all of the faces stored in our memory." "You wanna dumb it down a little bit, Doc?" "Every time you look at someone's face... it's as if you've never seen them before." "Even someone close to you." "Even your own reflection." "However, confirmed cases of prosopagnosia are extremely rare." "Anna is probably suffering a slight cerebral shock." "If the symptoms persist, you'll need to see another specialist... for a second opinion." "Twenty-dollar words for stuff... they know nothing about." "Psychiatrists for ya." "I had the place cleaned for when you came back." "Thank you." "You know, I really thought I was gonna lose you there." "Come here." "So, are you getting used to my new looks?" "Are they an improvement at least?" "Yeah, I mean... no." "Y- you look great." "You see?" "It's not all bad." "It'll pass." "And everything will go back to the way that it was." "Hey, at least some things never change." "Oh, that'll be your dad." "He's been calling non-stop on some crackly line from Argentina." "Hello." "Uh, no." "I just brought her home." "No, I understand but—" "If you want." "Okay, I'll bring her in." "All right." "Hey." "Hey." "Everything okay?" "Yeah." "Who was that?" "It was just the police." "Some detective." "He keeps calling." "He wants to take your statement." "Now." "Guess you put a pretty good fight, huh?" "How do you know that?" "I called your cell." "On the bridge, remember?" "I heard things." "I'm the one who called the police." "Any more internal memos end up in the Tribune..." "I'll personally tear the son of a bitch a new ass hole." "Miss Marchant, correct?" "How's the head?" "You're the boyfriend?" "Yeah." "Bryce." "I'm Kerrest." "This way." "Watch your step." "Oh, I'm so sorry." "Oh, don't go in." "Just sign this before you do anything." "Oh, you're wearing that pretty blue tie." "Thank you." "Would you change this goddamn cell phone ring?" "Why don't you just figure it out yourself, you freaking loser." "A pasta bracelet." "It's all we found on the bridge." "No bag, no phone." "Are you sure they didn't fall with you?" "I'm gonna ask you not to cancel your cell phone contract." "The asshole's probably not stupid enough to use it, but you never know." "So you really think that it's him?" "He killed, raped, and wept over the corpse." "You must know how he works." "He's been front page news for six months now." "They even have a snappy name for him." "Tearjerk Jack." "So, are you gonna protect her?" "This, my friend... is what we have to wade through just to request police protection." "Twenty of these get dumped on the Chief's desk e very morning." "Cops parked outside your house 24I7 scarfing doughnuts." "Strictly 911 territory." "He's got my papers." "He's got my address." "And he's not stupid enough to go after the one person who can recognize him, right?" "Look..." "I'm sorry you had to meet this year's whackjob." "You wanna feel safe?" "Help me catch the son of a bitch." "What do you got for me here?" "Thirty-five, forty, tall, dark?" "I'm not letting you out of here until you give me more than this." "Did you or did you not see his face?" "Did you or did you not see his face?" "Yes, I did." "Good." "We're getting somewhere." "Here." "Look these over carefully." "Take your time." "This is bullshit!" "Miss Marchant, you haven't even looked at half of these." "I can't remember his face, okay?" "Since the accident—" "Anna, just—sh." "She just got out of the hospital." "She needs rest." "Rest?" "You go tell that to the six women whose throat he cut from ear to ear!" "I apologize if I'm rattling your cage... but I'd rather the next time we meet you weren't lying on a slab." "I can't recognize faces anymore." "Do you understand?" "Since the accident I—" "That-that man could be right in front of me and I wouldn't know it." "Please, don't waste your time trying to scare me... because I am." "I already am." "Call the hospital." "They'll explain." "Hey, Nicky." "Lanyon, I've been trying to reach you for the last two hours." "Man, it's Wednesday." "Nicholas." "No cell." "Guess who just woke up and walked in?" "Anna Marchant." "Dammit, not a diet Pepsi." "So, what's the story?" "You got any leads?" "Can we talk?" "So, this face blindness... is it temporary or permanent?" "They have no freaking idea." "You think it's funny?" "Well, she's the only one who's seen him, and she can't recognize anybody?" "You gotta admit it's pretty far out." "How's the kid doing?" "He still hasn't uttered a word." "We have no lead, no ID." "Jorgensen in forensics... even pushed a trace on the tear sample... through the Feds' DNA database." "Nada." "The guy is a freaking ghost." "You're the mind reader with the fancy diploma." "You know what I think?" "The guy has to kill women to be able to touch them." "Well, that's sad." "The melancholy killer theory?" "I mean, come on." "You gotta give me more than that." "He weeps because his sexual compulsions disgust him." "He— he only kills so they won't see him as he truly is." "Anna Marchant saw him." "Yeah, and she-she survived." "I think he's gonna be really interested in her." "Let me head down the Mission." "Have another crack at that hobo who fished her out." "Good luck." "We got nothing out of him but sea shanties." "Hey, there." "Have we met somewhere before?" "Hey." "I'm sorry." "It was just a bad dream." "Hey, it's okay." "Look, they need me at the office this morning but—" "Now, if you want, I can—" "No, it's okay." "I'm—" "I'm fine." "Are you sure?" "Hey." "Hey." "You gave me quite a ride, old boy." "Why weren't you down at the Mission?" "It's dirty there." "Might not be the Savoy but at least it's safe." "Anything could happen to you down here." "And what do you care, huh?" "I got some questions and this time I really need the answers." "The soonest I can get out is on Tuesday's red eye from Buenos Aires." "Look, I'll take you to dinner." "I'll spoil you rotten." "Well, that sounds great." "You know what?" "Why don't you come meet me at school?" "I start back on Wednesday." "Okay, any cfeIays I'll call you." "Can you call me on Bryce's Blackberry?" "Do you have that number?" "I ha ve it, I ha ve it." "Now listen..." "I wish I could've been there for you." "It's okay, Dad." "I love you, okay?" "I'll see you then." "I love you, too, Snowflake." "Bye." "Bye." "Hello." "It's us, chica." "Open up!" "Hi, Sleeping Beauty." "Know who we are this time?" "Oh, yeah." "I mean, absolutely." "I was just really zoned out last time." "I mean, I'm— really fine." "Well, look." "You made the front page." "You're famous, bebe." "God, I got away." "Oh, my God." "In heaven there's no beer." "Let's drink it all right here." "In heaven there's no beer." "Let's drink it all right here!" "Look who's back." "Hello, handsome." "You feel like remembering?" "There's a two-six in it for ya." "Right?" "Oh." "I'll call you." "Or I'll text you." "Martinis at 11 a." "M." "It's almost midnight in Shanghai." "Just drink up." "Nina, you did not just post that pic." "I look squinty." "No, no, delete" "I don't think so!" "Por fa vor." "I'll be right back." "Okay, chica." "Hello." "Hey." "What do you want now?" "Do you see anything?" "No." "Just reminds me of Europe After the Rain by Max Ernst." "I'm sorry?" "So, what was I supposed to see exactly?" "Well, I-I-I guess if I really have, uh, proso—" "Prosopagnosia." "Yes." "Well, you tell me." "Can you or can you not see people's faces?" "Well, of course I can see people's faces." "It's just that they keep changing all the time." "So, you have the answer to your question." "Cinnamon candy?" "But there must be some sort of treatment." "Medication or—" "Face blindness isn't something you just catch, Miss Marchant." "It's something you lose." "What are you telling me?" "That I'm gonna be stuck like this forever?" "You're gonna have to get used to people's faces changing... as soon as you lose sight of them." "Out of a thousand faces... one might miraculously linger." "Thank you so much." "Doctor." "Faces are the bar code of the human race." "Ever since mankind went tribal... we're constantly looking at each other's faces... trying to decide whether they're friends, foes or lovers." "Don't underestimate the seriousness of your condition, Miss Marchant." "I don't wanna be late for school." "Okay, everybody." "Urn, can I- can I get some quiet, please?" "Great." "Urn... so today, uh, we are going to play a new type of game." "Okay?" "And we get to wear stickers!" "And it's gonna be superfun." "Fun, fun, fun." "So when I call your name..." "I want you to come up to my desk one by one... starting with Caroline Beasley." "Now, for this game to work..." "I need you to wear the sticker all day long... and don't take it off." "Do you understand?" "Yes, Miss Marchant." "Does everybody understand?" "Please, keep your stickers on all day." "Charlotte Canton." "Stop." "You guys, settle down." "Please." "Caroline." "I didn't do anything!" "I need you to turn around I need to see your stickers." "Hi." "I'm here for my daughter." "Your daughter." "Uh—" "Sandra." "Sandra." "Sandra." "Uh, Sandra." "Uh" "Miss, Miss." "Miss, I need to go pee." "Okay, sweetie, go pee." "I'm sorry, I'm in a bit of a rush." "Where's my daughter?" "Sorry." "Uh, Sandra." "Sandra?" "Miss, Sandra left with her daddy." "Left with her dad." "You let her go with my ex-husband?" "Are you insane?" "I told you not to let her go with my ex-husband!" "I have full custody!" "What time did they go?" "Was he with somebody?" "I need to know if he was with somebody." "That is really, really important." "Shut up!" "I have trouble concentrating on names, that's all." "But it will pass." "I mean, it will pass." "In the meantime... how are you gonna watch the children in the yard?" "Or during swimming classes?" "With your stickers?" "Anna, you're my best teacher." "But I'm gonna have to suspend you." "I'm sorry." "If you're better by September, I'll see what I can do." ""Be wary of appearances... and an unexpected invitation to dinner. "" "Carotid artery and the larynx are severed, just like the others." "Looks like a match." "Missed him by minutes." "Kerrest." "He's here." "He's here with me right now." "Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa." "What's going on?" "I'm on the subway." "And the bag I lost... he put it right on the seat in front of me." "Hold on." "You saw him?" "No, but there-there was somebody watching me outside the school." "Maybe he followed me into the train." "The bag, you sure it's yours?" "Of course I'm sure." "I might not know people's faces, but I know my own damn handbag." "All right." "So, the guy you saw, what's he look like?" "How the hell should I know?" "It could be any goddamn one of them." "You gotta help me out here, all right?" "I can't shut down a whole subway just for a handbag." "Urn, okay." "He was wearing an orange shirt, a bright orange shirt." "Orange shirt." "Thank you." "Where are you exactly?" "Line four, going to Harlin Street." "You need to listen to me." "Whatever you do, you stay on that train." "Make sure that people are around you." "I'm gonna—" "Hello?" "Hello?" "Damn." "Thoseconnecting to fine two, this is your exit." "Make sure where you go." "No!" "You stay away from me." "Stay away!" "What's going on?" "Don't move, buddy." "Stay where you are." "What the hell is going on here?" "Anna, you told me to meet you after work." "I see you running down into the subway." "What the hell is going on here?" "Just stand still, sir." "For God's sake, Snowflake." "Why are you so scared of me?" "Daddy?" "Let go." "Oh, Daddy." "I'm so sorry." "Oh, Daddy." "Sweetie, it's all right." "It's all right." "I'm okay." "Hey, it's Anna and Bryce." "We 're not home." "Please leave a message." "Bye." "Hi, Snowflake." "Look, I'm back at the airport." "Listen to me." "You have to tell Bryce about your condition." "You can't just ignore it." "Hi." "Miss Marchant!" "Hello!" "I just wanted to tell you." "Oh, God." "Everything you said... you were right." "When I was 16..." "I had two passions in life." "Horse-back riding and opera." "I dreamt of being the next Callas." "Until the horse threw me head-first into a brick wall." "The accident left me deaf... and I had to rule out an operatic career." "You're deaf?" "Oh, yes, as a post." "I have to read your lips to know what you're saying." "But I can still hear Wagner." "I just have to close my eyes and listen." "And you too are going to have to learn... to find your inner music." "Everyone always goes on about sight, hearing, smell." "But there's another sense." "A hidden one." "The Japanese call it "muga. "" "It's the sense that allows you to walk... without having to think about putting one foot in front of the other." "You lose this sense... and you will become like some of my other patients." "Socially paralyzed... withdrawing from the world into the safety of isolation." "That's a tempting option." "No, I don't want that." "I wanna live normally." "Every day people are going to resent you... for not recognizing who they are." "They'll call you rude, forgetful, stupid, liar." "Now, are you willing to fight back... with all your might?" "Yeah." "To try and try again without losing heart, without giving an inch?" "Yes." "Good." "Then let's get to work." "Allow me to introduce you... to Mike... and Maggie." "Hard to tell apart at first sight, aren't they?" "Take a closer look." "Maggie is a little paler, don't you think?" "Oh, and look." "She had this scar... on her forehead." "You see?" "It gets more complicated when you have to pick Mike and Maggie out at a party... among all the other guests." "Yeah." "You're going to learn to focus on distinctive markers in people." "A mole, a tattoo, their gait." "Anything that stands out that makes it easier to identify that person." "Right." "What's the first thing you look at in a man, after his face?" "My friends and I look at his butt." "Well, what else is there to look at?" "Right." "Paler in complexion, small scar on the forehead." "That's Maggie." "Congra tula Hons." "# A thousand faces #" "# Looking in All directions #" "# Leading me To something #" "# I can ne ver see #" "# Why do you think I come here #" "# Why do you think I come round #" "Hi!" "Hi." "So, what's this earth-shattering thing you have to tell us?" "The reservation's for seven." "Do you want me to come pick you up?" "No, I think I'll meet you there." "Okay." "I'll see you later then." "Bye." "Hey." "Hey." "Wait." "You..." "You recognized me!" "Holy crap, can we call off the straightjacket now?" "Oh, thank God." "I couldn't take another wacko freak-out every time I tried to kiss you." "So, this—this doesn't change anymore, right?" "You can-you can really recognize me?" "Yes, I do." "What are you talking about?" "You don't recognize me?" "I'm your best friend." "I do." "With your unique hair cut... and the red skirt you always wear when you're trying to get some." "It's fine." "But, oh, God, I just—" "When-when-when people are wearing the same clothes or uniforms, forget it." "They all have the same face to me." "What about Bryce?" "How is he taking this?" "Oh, God." "He thinks that I'm adjusting." "I told him that I recognized him." "Please, promise me you won't tell him." "You're lying to him?" "I cannot lose him." "Do you understand?" "He's the only thing I ha ve left." "Ho id it right there." "You mean you get to bang a new guy every night... without ever cheating on your boyfriend?" "That's like a dream come true." "Another drink." "Take one step." "Immerse yourself... in people's gestures, their mannerisms." "Watch them until their bodies become a melody." "Hum it, hum it, until you can sing it at the top of your voice." "Use all your resilience, Anna... but whatever happens, don't let the music stop." "Hiya." "Oh." "Hey." "How's it going?" "Good." "Didn't expect to see you here." "Well... it's nice to see you." "I'm sorry, I don't remember your name." "Hm." "That's odd." "I, uh... usually leave a strong impression on women." "Okay." "Well, see you later." "Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa." "What's the rush, huh?" "Things are just getting interesting." "Hello." "Can I help you with anything?" "Come on, make an effort." "You know who I am." "Officer." "Officer, that man over there." "He's standing right next to the newsstand." "What are you saying?" "That man over—" "Never mind." "I am not letting..." "Excuse me." "Detective Kerrest, please." "Hold on." "I'm gonna check if he's here." "Hey." "Seen any more killers on public transport?" "Just don't move." "What are you doing?" "I need to check something." "Can you stay there?" "Please." "I won't move." "Oh, my God!" "I recognize your face." "I recognize your face." "It's still your face." "Me?" "You recognize me?" "Yes." "It's the first face I recognize since the incident." "Do you think that means something?" "I don't know." "I don't know." "Hey." "Any word from the DA?" "Oh." "Am I interrupting something?" "No." "Are you okay?" "Miss Marchant, allow me to introduce Eric Lanyon, our star pitcher... ace profiler and all-round swell guy." "They say it takes a warped mind to get into a psychopath's head... but I'm okay." "Really." "Nicky had another nosebleed." "It's nice to meet you." "You, too." "What brings you here?" "I saw the papers." "I wanna know everything there is to know about this man." "You're talking to the right guy." "Lanyon knows everything... about our friendly neighborhood whackjob." "I betcha can't pinch a pen from Lydia's desk." "I don't know if he really tried to kill you." "He has an odd way for asking about dinner and a movie." "What he's saying is that maybe he reacted out of self-defense." "Forgive me, Miss Marchant." "If he really wanted to kill you once you left hospital... we wouldn't be standing here talking about it." "I wanna help catch this guy." "No." "I'm not gonna—" "I'm not gonna recognize his face like that." "I need to see them." "In front of me." "I guess it's worth a shot." "I'd have to run to catch the D.A. Right now." "Very nice to meet you." "So, what's your colleague's theory?" "He thinks you made quite an impression on the freak." "Watched him do his thing and walked away." "What do you think?" "About a year ago when Homicide turned up the first victim..." "Lanyon insisted he had the hallmark of a sociopath." "We didn't agree." "We thought it was a one off, a crime of passion." "Six months later, another dead woman showed up." "She had an 8-year-old son who... found her on the bedroom floor with her throat cut." "Now he sees the kid every chance he gets." "I've learned to keep my mouth shut and trust what Lanyon says." "Sh." "Come on, you can drop the freaking Snow White act." "You've all been here before." "Got a light?" "There's no smoking here." "Come on, get in." "All right, stand in line and look straight ahead." "Step it up." "They're all known offenders that match your statement." "We're waiting on papers to run DNA checks on 'em." "They're all yours." "How are we doing in here?" "Fine." "Do you think they could move around a little bit?" "All right, we've seen enough of your ugly mugs." "I want you to walk around." "Anybody who slacks up gets a night in a cell." "I just need to see their gestures, their- their-their movements." "I know it sounds crazy but—" "If you want to host a dance class, it's fine with me." "I said move your asses." "Now, get to it." "It's not any of them." "Are you sure?" "Yeah." "At least we tried." "I'm really sorry." "1-1 wanted to help." "Anna." "Good luck with the investigation." "Sam!" "Bad news." "Mulgrew won't go for the witness protection you requested for Anna Marchant." "After the subway blowout and the line-up on top... they don't think she's 100% compos mentis." "It's absolute bullshit." "She's the only witness we've got, for God's sake." "We need to up our game here." "Organize another line-up, ma nana." "Come on." "We can't bring in every perp in the city... hoping she'll recognize the inside leg of his trousers!" "I guess that'll give you a good excuse to see her again." "What did you say?" "Come on, buddy." "You know what I mean." "One, she has a boyfriend." "Two, there's nothing between us." "Three, even if there was, I swear, if you mention this to anybody, I will kick your ass." "It's highly unethical and possibly illegal for a police officer... to fraternize with a key witness." "Whoa." "It's that bad?" "Screw it." "I mean, seriously, can you picture the two of us together... arm in arm at the police ball?" "Why not?" "I always thought you looked rather fetching in uniform." "Happy birthday, chica." "Thank you." "Quick, quick." "Look, look." "A twelve out of ten." "Twelve out of ten." "He"s totally checking me out!" "So that's what you do on your girls' nights out?" "Well, no, not me." "No, just-just, um—" "Everybody's dancing tonight." "Even you, Bryce." "I'm gonna go get us a drink." "Okay." "Did you see that?" "Totally on me." "Where is he?" "Okay, okay, back up." "Give her a chance." "Okay, what do I do?" "Just act natural, okay?" "Natural?" "Okay?" "Go, go, go." "Okay." "Okay, okay." "Hey, there you are." "What took you so long?" "Which one is mine?" "Oh, God." "You know I don't like champagne." "Oh, yeah." "What did they put in your drink?" "Bryce!" "No, no, no, no." "Please, please." "Let me see your notebook." "Let me see it." "God, Bryce, it's just so—" "I'm-I'm so sorry." "You lied to me." "I'm just as much a stranger as everyone else." "Was it me you were seeing when we had sex?" "Answer me." "Was it me you were seeing?" "I'm so, so sorry." "Look, this face blind shit." "I can't deal with it anymore." "Find yourself another jerk to wear a tie." "Bryce." "Hello." "Happy birth day, A nna." "Who is this?" "DIcfn't my number show up?" "You really look drop dread gorgeous tonight, Anna." "I know your face." "I've seen you before." "You don't know my face." "You don't know anyone's face." "If I changed my shirt, you couldn't tell me from your own father." "You're the only one I don't need to hide from, Anna." "No, no, that wasn't me." "But maybe I'm that guy there, to your right." "To your right." "No, to your right, Anna!" "Listen to what I'm saying!" "Please don't do this." "You saw me doing those things." "No one has ever seen me before." "You're the only one that can stop me, Anna, so make it happen!" "Or I'll have to make you smile." "Smile from ear to ear." "Please, don't do this!" "Such a pretty smile... it will make me cry." "I'm calling the police." "Go ahead." "I ha ve to go anyway." "Your friend's growing impatient." "Francine?" "Nina?" "Francine?" "Nina?" "Francine!" "Fran cine." "Fran cine!" "What the hell?" "Nina." "Nina!" "Anna?" "What's happening?" "Anna, Anna, what's happening?" "He's here." "He just called me from my phone." "Where's Francine?" "She was dancing with Mr. "12-Out-of-IO" just a moment ago." "We have to find her." "We have to find her." "He's here." "All right, I'll call the police." "Francine!" "Oh, my God." "Nina." "Anna." "Anna!" "Set up a perimeter and comb the area." "I'll deal with the paperwork." "Okay." "You got me." "I confess." "Come on, you're one scratch away from a perfect DNA match." "Sam." "What is violet, striped, bloody and floating in the crapper?" "She wanted to get married to anyone." "Why didn't he pick me?" "The man she was dancing with, did you... see his face?" "No." "Only from behind." "Can you describe him to me?" "No." "I'll get somebody to take you home." "Oh, Nina." "We'll meet tomorrow." "Here." "You take care of yourself, chica." "Your boyfriend is not answering his phone." "We're still trying to get a hold of him." "You said you argued." "What was that about?" "He found out that, uh..." "I was faking him." "Bryce?" "You're standing on Bryce's jacket." "Sorry." "It's my phone." "He called me on that phone before Francine—" "Is that the jacket Bryce was wearing this evening?" "Yes, but—" "No, it's not Bryce." "I know him." "Besides, he called me that night I was on the bridge." "That's a little trick we're gonna have to ask him about." "Lanyon." "Kerrest." "No." "He's gone, but guess what we just looked in." "So, let me get this straight." "He strings us for a year, and bingo... we get all this juicy evidence in one night?" "I'll chew on that once we get a DNA sample on this Bryce guy." "I just put out a warrant for his arrest." "Until then..." "I'm not letting her out of my sight, okay?" "I want her totally insulated." "I'll talk to the D.A. About the tie." "I won't get anything before Monday." "You know the drill." "I'll have her back Monday morning." "Do you trust me?" "Let's pack your things." "We're heading out of town." "Rosemary." "How are you?" "Everyone knows you?" "Everyone knows everyone on Koel Island." "Hey." "Good morning." "Just one doctor, one ATM, one mail box." "It really is another world." "Where are the other children?" "That's the whole school." "Mrs. Hay worth." "She teaches all the grades together." "She must be 103 by now." "You went there?" "Mm-hm." "Didn't turn out too bad... till you had to play football." "They've arrested Bryce." "He denies everything." "He says someone must have slipped the phone into his pocket." "We'll know soon enough." "They're testing his DNA against the tear sample." "Here." "Thank you." "How are you holding up?" "I don't know." "It's not just that people's faces have changed." "It's like..." "I had to wait... until I didn't recognize myself to know who I really am." "Close your eyes." "That's how you looked when I first saw you at the hospital." "Please, don't open them just yet." "I got a call when they brought you in." "You were out cold." "I looked down at you like I look down at Jane Does every day." "I don't know." "It's like I knew you." "Even though I'd never seen your face." "I know it sounds kinda wacko." "As wacko as not recognizing your own father." "I can do wacko." "Anna." "Anna." "Calm down, Anna, it's okay." "It's me." "Anna, it's me, Kerrest." "Don't you recognize me anymore?" "You've shaved?" "Yes." "Anything that makes the face stand out, makes it easier to identify." "Oh, God, I was such a fool." "Don't." "Don't you get it?" "It's not you." "It's just a trick of my screwed up brain!" "You're nothing special." "You're just another face." "No." "It's you." "It's still you." "It's still you." "Hey, Lanyon." "And they're absolutely sure?" "I'll talk to you later." "The DNA is negative." "Bryce is not the killer." "Next time you have a bad dream, I'll—" "I'll just leave you to it." "My dreams." "I can recognize faces in my dreams." "Hypnotism is like a carnival mirror." "It distorts the truth as much as reveals it." "Or it could have devastating consequences on your psyche." "That's a risk I'm willing to take." "On the count of three..." "I want you to close your eyes... and travel back in your memories." "You can rewind... pause, fast forward as you wish." "I'm counting to three now." "One two" "three." "Anna, I want you to go back... to the moment before your fall." "Is there anybody there with you?" "His face is..." "It's hazy." "I can't make out his features." "Her impairment is causing a block." "I can't get through it." "Not even with hypnosis." "She knows." "She knows who she is." "Anna?" "I want you to fuse the hazy impression... with your attacker's face." "Can you tell me if you've seen him before?" "On the street." "Near your home." "Yes." "Hiya." "Ask her if she saw him the night he killed Francine." "Slow the hell down." "I can't read your lips." "The evening of her birthday." "Anna, was he there at your birthday?" "Yes." "Anna, did you see him through the two-way mirror in the line-up?" "Yes." "He's behind the mirror." "Who?" "Who, Anna?" "Who's behind the mirror?" "But..." "Anna, who is it?" "I don't know." "I don't know." "I don't know." "I don't know." "Hey." "Anna, what is it?" "He kissed me." "Oh, God." "Oh, God, he kissed me." "Anna, are you all right?" "It's okay." "Lydia, I need warrants on all six perps from the fast fine-up." "I want 'em now." "Make yourself at home." "No one knows you're here." "I'll call you when we get 'em." "Be careful." "Once all this is over..." "I'm gonna take you back to Koel Island." "You promise?" "I promise." "What about the DNA?" "The tests came back negative." "Four out of six." "None of them is our guy, Sam." "We're just jerking off here." "Fine, go ahead." "Flush your career if you want." "You know what I think?" "I think you and Tearjerk Jack have something in common." "You're both in love with her, and that's the only reason she's still alive." " You coming or not?" " I'm gonna check on something." ""The lovers." "It's too late to turn back." "It's time to make the right choice. "" "Hey, it's Anna." "Bryce called and he wants to meet up and... and I guess I just owe him that." "So, anyway." "The address of where I'll be—" "Hello, Anna." "It's me." "I know." "Only a one-armed man could tie a knot worse than you." "I caught a cold when I was in the detention cell, believe it or not." "Hey, I'm taking this scumbag with me." "Come on." "Watch your head." "Look, I—" "I've acted like a total asshole." "And-and not just the other evening." "For a long time now." "And I'm sorry." "Excuse me." "Here's your drinks." "Bryce, you know I don't like champagne." "I thought it felt right." "Tickets to Vegas." "And after I squeeze out a couple rug-rats... we'll buy some old money pit and... slide contentedly off into senility." "Oh, God." "Bryce, I" " I tried." "I really did." "Every time your face kept changing, I tried so hard." "And you know what I found out?" "That the way you look or don't look each morning, it really wouldn't matter... if I truly loved you." "Uh, I..." "I really didn't expect this... after getting your text message." "I'm sorry, I'll be right back." "Hey, has anybody seen my cell phone?" "Bryce!" "We have to get out of here." "We've been set up." "I think he's here." "Yo, Columbo." "You got a light?" "Five new messages." "Hey, it's Anna." "Bryce called and he wants to meet up." "And I guess I just owe him that." "Anyway, the address where I'll be..." "Shit, shit, shit, shit!" "It's Kerrest." "Leave a message." "Hi, it's Anna." "I can't get..." "Thanks for letting me smoke, man." "Relaxed." "Not like that pig who took my smoke at the line-up." "You should've smacked that prick." "No smoking." "He's behind the mirror." "Come on, you're one scratch away from a perfect DNA match." "I learned to keep my mouth shut and trust what Lanyon says." "Whatever happens, Anna... don't let the music stop." "Bryce." "Kiss me." "Think, Lydia." "Lanyon was at the line-up." "He had access to all the evidence." "The kid was the perfect smokescreen." "It all fits." "No, screw the backup." "We don't have—" "Anna!" "Anna, wait!" "Dammit." "Hey, man, where are you going?" "Grey shirt." "Black jacket." "Look out!" "Anna!" "Anna!" "Anna!" "Lanyon, drop it." "Drop the gun, shithead." "It's me." "Don't listen to him." "He's Lanyon." "I'm Kerrest." "Anna, run!" "Stay right there." "Drop the gun." "You drop it." "Lanyon." "Anna." "Where are you?" "Anna, it's me." "Anna!" "Make sure you stay hidden." "Backup's gonna be here." "First, there's a bloody kid... who sees me off his mother." "You think he'll tell someone?" "No." "Not a single peep in a year." "The traumatized little fucker." "And then there's you, Anna." "You saw me crying when that's—" "That's not a Howe d." "It wa-it was a miracle." "You lost all the other faces because of it." "Oh, no, no, no, you're not doing your little diving act again." "Goddammit, Anna." "The safety catch." "This, Anna, is why I like blades so much." "Anna!" "Anna." "Don't move!" "I mean it." "It's me, Anna." "If we stay here, we'll make one hell of a target." "Now, give me back my gun." "Stay where you are." "I mean it." "Anna, on-on Koel Island... there's a school with half a dozen pupils." "You recognize me now?" "What did you promise me before you left?" "What did you say?" "Very good." "I could have told Lanyon about the weekend... but that's something only I can know, right?" "Anna." "Look out!" "I knew... you were the one... who'd end this shit." "Give me the gun." "Here." "I guess... you will never take her... to the police ball." "Oh, no." "Oh, God." "Oh, God, no, no." "No, no." "Please, don't-don't move." "Don't move, please." "I'm fine." "Seriously, I'm fine." "Don't leave me." "Please, don't leave me." "You can't leave me." "Oh, God." "Sh, don't move." "Yc-iTM find someone else." "You'll see." "Yc-iTM find someone else." "You don't have the right to leave me." "I love you." "I know you don't." "I'm just another face in the crowd." "Don't leave." "Stay with me." "No." "Don't leave me!" "Don't go!" "Oh, no, no, no." "Please, don't go." "I live here now." "The school board accepted my transfer request." "I can identify each of my pupils perfectly." "As well as the handful of people who live here in the off season." "Nina comes to see me from time to time." "She's still single." "I'm just taking it one step at a time." "Sometimes I see a face... and for a second it's like I see him again." "It's the only way I can keep his face in my memory." "Mommy!" "But when I look into her face... whatever it was that let him get through to me... he passed it on to her." "And just when I thought I'd lost e very thing..." "I found a face." "One face... in which I can always read... love." 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