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How did you

work that out?

Look at him. Any man who

knew would have told you by now.

Hey.

You know what?

I ought to kill you.

Why don't you?

Finish the job and put

me out of my misery.

And then...

...you can find your

own f***ing painting.

Riz.

Give him some food.

Well, his brain

is intact on a gross level.

On a smaller scale,

who's to say?

What I'm saying

is we don't know.

The memories may come

back, they may not.

All you can do

is wait and see.

Isn't there something

you can do?

For memory?

Nothing. Except time.

Some sort of medicine?

There's no drug

therapy for amnesia.

What about other

sorts of therapy?

Here.

- Pick one.

- Ow!

Hypnosis?

He said it might work.

What am I gonna tell him? I stole

a painting and now I've lost it?

You know,

you make something up.

What if that doesn't work?

Doesn't work?

Simon...

Doesn't work?!

Okay, okay.

Urn...

That one.

Why her? I don't know.

I like the name.

Right.

You walk across

a wide open space.

Exactly the sort of place which

might once have made you panic.

You are in Cape Canaveral and you

are Head of Mission Control.

The rocket is ready to launch

and although you are excited...

...you will not prematurely

release the rocket.

And now you watch as the

spider leaves its web...

...and crawls slowly across

the floor towards you.

There is 30,000 feet of air

between you and the ground...

...and the sound of those perfectly

functioning jet engines...

...is making you feel calm

because you know...

...that you are not hungry...

...and that these are feelings

of stress and loneliness...

...and that you will see

the ball cross the green

and disappear

into the hole.

Um, okay, um, my name is not Simon Newton.

My name is David Maxwell.

Uh, I cannot find my car keys.

Please stop doing that. Stop hitting it.

Say your name.

Okay.

My name is David Maxwell.

Yeah, set.

Seriously,

what if I say too much?

We wake you up.

Mr. Maxwell?

Mr. Maxwell?

- Mr. Maxwell?

- That's me. I'm sorry.

Something the matter?

Of course not.

I'm Elizabeth Lamb.

I'm... Mr. Maxwell.

Please.

Okay.

You've

come to find your car keys?

Yep.

They're just in here.

I wish.

Hang up your coat.

Have a seat.

Have you ever been

hypnotized before?

No. Um...

No. No, at least not

that I can remember.

I suppose you've

spent some time

trying to remember where

you put these keys?

I've tried everything. I just keep

coming up against a brick wall.

Of course. So...

...I don't want you

to do the work today.

I want you... to sit back.

And I want you

to close your eyes.

We're starting, right.

I want you to think

about someone else.

Someone who could

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