Unforgettable

Look at this. How do they always get here before we do?

Police band radios.

That was a rhetorical question, David. I didn't really expect an answer.

You know me, Curtis. I think most of them would look better in plastic zipper suits.

Did you bring the smoke?

No, I figured something like fingerprints we could just guess.

Yeah, I brought the smoke.

What I can tell you is, we've got a multiple homicide.

No suspects are in custody at the present time.

Kevin, you want the statement?

Forensics has given us a significant lead, which we are investigating.

That's all for now.

I'm sorry. That's it.

Glad you could join us.

Your boss is already in there shuffling around, scratching his ass,

praying for divine inspiration.

- What's the lead? - Who said we had a lead?

You did. You said Forensics gave you a lead.

What am I supposed to say, Dave?

The ME can't find anything, so we had to bring in his brilliant assistant?

If it ain't Count fucking Dracula.

- Give it a rest, Stew. - Still not talking?

You'll like it in there, Doc. It's your kind of party.

Her name's Donna Berman, a student at the Seattle Art Institute.

Fucking shame.

We got that guy, we got two bods in the back.

Here we got Mr. Wu, and back here is Mr. Chang.

Hi, Michael.

David.

It's provocative, isn't it?

The position of the bodies indicates two shooters,

one by the counter, the other by the door.

Wounds look like.45s. Probably a failed stick-up.

Judging from the holes in the wall and the blood splatter, I'd say it was a Magnum.

My guess, a.357.

If it was a stick-up, the perp wasn't looking for money.

- How do you know that? - Look.

Okay, I'd like a full report on my desk by 9:00 a.m.

I have a press conference at 10:00. You got that?

Yeah, okay.

- Good night. - See you tomorrow.

All right.

Let's smoke it.

That's good with the smoke, thank you.

Here we go. Right here.

This one's been wiped.

Let's do an inventory, and find out what was in these drawers.

Harold, inventory of the drawer, please.

Try drugs, Doc. It's a fucking drug store.

Drug store hit by a junkie. Who would have thought?

Pretty fancy forensic work.

Thank you, Stewart.

When Dick Tracy's done in there, lock it up.

David, I found a candy bar. It's a PayDay.

No prints, but the bite mark's not bad.

What?

You think there's a connection?

Absolutely. Do a 48-hour rush DNA analysis on the candy bar.

- What am I going to tell Stratton? - Nothing.

You know what that's gonna cost? He'll see the paperwork.

Just tell him it's routine. He won't know the difference.

When I get fired, will you visit me at the homeless shelter?

Curtis, help me out, please.

Okay? Please.

- All right. - Thank you.

This is a photo from tonight's pharmacy, and this is one from Mary's office. Look.

- What's your point? - The pharmacy shooter could be my guy.

How many guys do you know that twist up a matchbook like this?

Look at it.

It's 4:30 in the fucking morning, and I've been up for 18 hours.

- What do you want me to do? - I want you to question him about my wife.

That's it?

Yeah.

Well, you got it. I want to get this guy, too.

I know it's been hard on you, Dave.

But sometimes you just gotta let things go.

I can't, Don.

Thanks.

We'll get this guy.

- Is that it, Daddy? - Let me see.

Yes, that's where I grew up.

Right over here is where I went to high school, Garfield High.

- Same high school as Jimi Hendrix. - Who's Jimi Hendrix?

Did Mommy go to Garfield High School, too?

No.

She went to high school up north, next to the university.

- Is that where she became a lawyer? - Yes.

I want to be a lawyer, just like Mommy.

I thought you wanted to be a doctor, like me.

No. Lawyers make more money.

- They do, do they? - Yes, they do.

What about you, Cara? What do you want to be?

I don't know. Can we go? It's cold up here.

Okay.

- Did you have a good time? - Yeah.

- How about you, Cara? - It was okay, I guess.

Cara! Lindy! Over here.

Bye, Dad. We're going ice-skating tonight.

Don't I get a kiss?

Sorry.

- I love you. - I love you, too.

- See you next week? - Okay.

Gotta go.

Look what Dad got me.

- I get the front seat. - No, you don't.

You get in the back, you get in the front.

- Sheila. - You forgot.

The Wahlic Foundation, for dinner, we had a date?

Yeah, I did.

The next logical step for me was transfer.

My original thesis of transferring intelligence was quite simple.

The implications are obvious,

helping the mentally impaired or those with learning disabilities.

Of course, who wouldn't want a piece of Einstein's brain power.

To date I've made successful transfers of neuroelectrical impulses.

Of course, it's impossible to get into the mind of rab lats.

I mean, lab rats.

But my findings show that they respond to the memory

of certain incidents more than others.

To us these would be things like

your first date, your first kiss, or your first car wreck.

Events or traumas in our lives that are so powerful

they are unforgettable.

Excuse me.

What are you having?

A Maker's Mark.

- Maker's Mark and a mineral water, please. - On ice.

I hadn't thought about my first date in years.

- Sorry? - Your speech.

First date, first kiss.

You were listening. I thought I put the room to sleep.

It wasn't you. I think people tend to drink more than usual at these kinds of dinners.

They want to get their money's worth. Thank you.

And you?

I'm actually very interested in your work.

- Really? - Yeah.

I'm glad I got a chance to meet you. My name's David.

Martha. You're a neuroscientist?

No, I was a closet microbiologist in school.

- So you've really transferred memory? - In lab rats, yes.

- Really? How? - Excuse me.

They're going over to Cutter's for a nightcap. Are you ready?

- Yeah, I'll be right with you. - Okay.

I'm sorry.

I've gotta go.

I'd love to know more about your work. Can I call you?

Sure, if you want.

Or you can stop by the university. I'm there every day.

- Great. How about tomorrow? - Tomorrow?

In the morning I'm free.

- 9:00 a.m.? - That's great.

Great. Thanks a lot.

I look forward to talking with you. Good night.

What's he like?

- He's just interested in the work. - Sure he is.

That's what he said.

- You know who it is, don't you? - No, I've never seen him before.

It's Dr. Krane. The medical examiner who murdered his wife.

They all but caught that guy crushing her skull in.

If the police hadn't botched the case, he'd be on death row by now.

He seemed like a nice guy.

I'm sure he is. But if you go out with him, make sure you wear a crash helmet.

Good morning.

Hi, Dr. Krane.

- You're early. - I couldn't wait.

Do you still have time?

Sure.

- Do you need a hand? - No.

Maybe it's easier if I just show you.

Great.

Good morning, Zelda.

Ready?

Animal rights people know about you?

As you know, Dr. Krane, neuropeptides mediate...

David.

Neuropeptides mediate memory storage and retrieval in the brain.

In theory a person's thought and memory is contained in his cerebral spinal fluid.

- The CSF. - Right.

But if you injected CSF, you wouldn't see a thing. Why?

Because there's no starter, there's no primer.

I started thinking about neuroactive drugs, like norepinephrine and adrenaline.

They'd increase the brain's sensitivity during memory retrieval.

Very good.

Hence, your starter.

Exactly.

This is it. My transfer formula.

It's a combination of norepinephrine, a GABA inhibitor

and a few other things.

When injected, the brain experiences these new memory impulses

as if they were its own.

For these impulses to be triggered, the brain requires an outside stimulant,

such as a sight, sound, or smell that's familiar to the other brain's memory.

This rat isn't familiar with the maze, as you just saw.

This is CSF from a rat who knows the maze.

By injecting this CSF into this rat, he should be able to run the maze perfectly.

- And the cat is... - The outside stimulant.

It's there to make the memory more vivid.

Yes.

It has an 80% success rate.

- When do you start human trials? - That's a long way off.