Oh! It's beautiful.
You were right, baby.
Remember this place?
Huh? Do you remember?
Hello!
Mr. Brookes
Just Brookes.
Nice to meet you. I'm Sofia.
Nice to meet you.
Uh, I'll get your bags.
I'll show you around.
Housekeeper quit, sorry about that.
My sister can help.
She's uh-- she's not much of a cook,
but she'll keep things tidy.
We'll be okay, thank you.
Okay, well, uh, whatever you need.
This is you, isn't it? And your grandma.
Still selling?
It's in probate.
Till you get better, right?
You gonna be okay? Just you and him?
Yes.
Uh, you'll get all kind of weird shit up here.
You still sleep together?
The bags. Same room?
-Yes. -Okay.
Hey, Em.
You've been avoiding my calls.
I knew you'd say that.
Did they say you can go?
The doctors can go fuck themselves.
They got him stable.
It's been a year.
They've given up on him.
It only takes one memory, who said that?
One memory, to get him started.
You're in trouble if you're quoting me.
Well, you're the expert.
Em, it's Alex.
He'd rather be dead than live like this,
you know that.
So tomorrow, we'll take a walk.
See if you remember something.
You can still hear me, right? I know you can.
You're gonna be okay, Alex We're gonna get you there.
Yeah.
Come on, baby.
Babe?
It's okay.
It's okay, baby. It's just me.
Hmm.
Sleep well.
Can't buy taste.
You got the call?
I got the call.
And?
Jesus, Alex! Please, come on?
Okay, they're in. They're in.
The whole way. We did it.
So, you gonna come celebrate with us?
God, yes.
Love you so much, baby.
I love you.
This is a good day for our lab, a great day.
I would like to say a special thank you to my wonderful wife,
a better scientist than all.
I'm so proud of you.
Call in sick.
- I can't, you know I can't. - I'm teaching.
You choose a day at work over a day with me?
It's not a choice, it's my job.
Doesn't matter.
''Cause I'm not on the cover of TechInvest?
But you're not. Are you?
Now, you're being a dick.
Seriously?
Don't!
Babe, did you just go to the bathroom?
Alex?
Sofia, are you high?
""Calvin DuBose, 1937."
What the fuck?
A little, maybe.
A little?
I mean, there's a resemblance, yeah.
Em, are you kidding me?
It's-- it's him.
Okay, hang on.
Let me get my glasses.
No, no, no. It's okay.
Trust me. It's Alex.
Just, uh, look under the signature.
I-- I can't read that, honey.
What does it say?
1937.
That's when it was painted? Yeah,
and on the back it says ""Calvin DuBose Self-Portrait".
So what you're seeing is a family thing, yeah?
No.
Um, I'm seeing Alex.
-You just said-- -I-- I know.
It can't be, but...
It is.
Are you fucking with me, Alex DuBose?
Huh?
Very funny.
I found something weird last night.
Up at the attic.
It's a painting.
And it looks just like...
Oh!
I'm so sorry.
You okay?
There you go.
Good as new.
Here it is.
Who's that handsome fella, huh?
It's like looking in the mirror, no?
Hmm?
Okay.
Let's go find a memory.
Here we go!
Hey, Brookes? Brookes?
Who's got keys to the house?
Just me.
Were you in there last night?
No.
Why?
Don't worry about it.
Let's see if we can find your cousin, Jackie and Dylan.
Look over here, baby.
Okay.
I'll find them.
Come on, Alex.
Jesus.
You know I'm trying to help you.
That's why we're here.
Let's find Calvin, your time twin.
Here we are.
April 1936, Calvin painting at the villa.
There's no...
Jesus!
Oh my God.
Can I help you?
That's first day at Princeton.
I wonder what she's thinking.
- That's you? - Yeah. That's me.
You're family?
I'm Margo.
Cousin Mags.
Oh.
You're Sofia?
Yes, I am.
-It's nice to meet you, Sofia. -Good to meet you, Mags.
Sorry, I didn't make the wedding.
Oh.
That's okay.
It was just him and I.
That's what he wanted.
Well, with a family like ours.
Aww.
How are you, Alex?
I heard about the accident.
Damn shame.
You know, we had our knock-down-drag-outs.
We couldn't agree on anything.
But don't worry.
You'll be back.
That's the thing about our family.
We always come back.
Even when they don't want us to.
Hmm.
Uniforms.
I'm sorry?
Uniforms.
You know, my great-grandfather DuBose
came here with a dream.
Fine clothes for fine ladies.
But the fine ladies didn't share his dream.
By 1914, he was sleeping on the floor
of his warehouse eating out of a can.
And then, the war happened.
Uniforms, money, and the Villa de los Sueños.
Wow.
I didn't know that.
You know, with a fine body like that,
you could have modeled for him.
I'm serious.
You're a beautiful woman.
You knew we were here.
We all did.
My grandmother hated me, but she let me live up there.
Who did you think I was?
When I first came in, you were scared.
Surprised.
Hmm.
Did you think I was someone else?
No.
What'd she take?
What do you mean?
She has a bag.
She took something.
She'd do that?
Keep your doors locked.
I bet you used to play with these.
Him?
You remember him?
Yes.
You do, don't you?
How's my day been?
Thank you for asking.
It's been good.
I think we're making some real progress here.
Don't you?
What was that?
Yes.
You were right, baby.
The doctors don't know shit.
We're gonna figure it out together, aren't we?
Did you do this?
It's okay.
I'm so sorry.
Alex?
Babe?
He was hungry, weren't you, buddy?
Hey, baby.
Hey.
Thank you.
Don't let us keep you.
Oh.
Hey, baby.
Glad I could help out.
Hey, hey.
1910 to 1937.
He didn't live long, did he?
B.A Yale, best known for his portraits.
M.A at Col de Port,
exhibit in Paris, Rome, New York.
Well, that's a big deal.
What'd she take?
You good?
Hi.
Are you Sofia?
Yes.
Uh, this is Alex, Margo's cousin.
And you are?
You got any food?
Um, no, not with us.
I'll go get her.
Is everything all right?
Oh, yeah.
I'm-- I'm sorry, we're intruding.
No, not at all.
Please.
I found a painting in the attic.
The self-portrait, you found it.
It's Alex.
Do you think so?
They're identical.
Hmm.
What can you tell me about Calvin?
Calvin?
Oh, why do you ask?
I mean, they're exactly the same, right?
Well, all art is in the eye of the beholder, is it not?
I'm-- I'm-- I'm not talking about art.
Well, of course, there are similarities.
I mean, we're all DuBose after all,
aren't we, Alex?
So why aren't there any photos of Calvin?
Because he didn't exist.
According to some family members anyway.
Why?
Because...
Oh, oh, baby.
He liked to hurt women.
He was sick.
But he was a genius.
Not just as an artist.
He was an incredible scholar of this world and beyond.
What do you mean beyond?
Alex married a scientist, didn't you?
Like him, you probably think
that these kind of things are nonsense.
What happened to Calvin?
Oh, that's a good question.
He hired a housekeeper.
A very pretty young thing.
And he became obsessed with her.
And he painted her over and over again.
And then her husband died,
and her grief,
well, her grief to Calvin made her even more attractive.
He loves his wounded birds.
Loves?
He asked her--
No, he told her to move it.
She was already sleeping with a young boy in town.
So, the next morning, he dragged her 4 miles,
kicked in their door,
raped her in front of her lover,
and then beat the two of them to death.
Us DuBose, we have a really serious jealous streak.
So Calvin?
Well, the police came and he had locked himself
in his attic.
They knocked down the door, and he was gone.
He escaped?
Disappeared.
People don't just disappear.
No, they don't.
So, that was the last time anyone saw him?
Except in that portrait.
What are you--
What are you saying?
The paint was still wet.
Good story.
Yes, it is.
Something wrong, dear?
We just have to get going. Alex?
I haven't seen him.
Not yet.
You did it.
Jesus!
What's your name?
Esther.
What are we doing here, Esther?
She tells me scary stories.
Mags does?
Then she fucks me.
She likes it better when I'm scared.
Her stories aren't true.
You know that, don't you?
1937.
So it did happen.
And Calvin did it, huh?
She loves his shit.
1942.
Why am I looking at this?
There was a war then, right?
And there were soldiers up here.
The sick one.
But it was an accident.
She fell down the stairs.
The attic stairs.
This one is a family friend.
Ran into her screaming one night.
They found her at the bottom of the cliff.
And called it suicide.
Just four years ago, that's all?
She said there was more, but the family kept ''em quiet.
Money can do that.
You've seen him, haven't you?
Seen who?
Calvin.
I'm tired.
Please, I'm going to bed.
What did she say?
Not much.
So Calvin, am I a wounded bird?
You are pushing yourself too hard, Fia.
It's I feel like my mind's playing tricks on me.
It doesn't help that you're up there all by yourself.
I'm not here by myself, Emily.
No, I know, of course.
I'm sorry.
You know, in the Jewish tradition,
when someone dies in the house, we cover the mirrors.
The idea is that it's no time for vanity,
but some psychologists, myself included,
think that, um, there's another reason.
We think it's so that when you look,
you don't see the face of the dead.
So you think I'm losing my mind.
Is that what you're saying?
No, no.
I'm-- I'm saying that there's a condition called
""pathological grief".
It's not uncommon, and it's-- it's powerful.
So powerful that it can cause hallucinations and visions
of the ones that we lost.
No, I'm-- I'm not crazy like that.
No, of course not.
But we're talking about grief, okay?
Deep grief that can happen to anyone.
Yeah, well, Alex isn't dead, so...
I'm just saying.
Not now.
Not tonight.
Sorry, Em.
You remember this?
Come on, it's your playlist.
No?
I'll be right back, okay?
Hi.
Alex?
Hey.
I heard what happened to you.
Are you okay?
Alex, it's me, Jen.
You alright?
Alex, hey!
You okay?
Alex! No! What are you doing?
Get him out of here!
Get him out!
I'm so sorry.
Come on.
Come on, get in the car.
Put this on. Put this on
Alex.
For Christ's sake, Alex!
Help me out!
Alex? please?
-Here. -Hey!
It's alright! It's alright!
-I'm just-- -Alex, stop!
Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa!
Stop!
He's fucking crazy.
Wouldn't let a dog suffer like that.
Alex.
I'm so sorry, baby.
I'm sorry.
I love you.
I love you so much,
but I'm running out of ideas here.
Please.
Please give me a clue.
Anything.
I'll do anything.
Please.
Thank you.
Yeah.
Um, I'm sorry.
Uh, I shouldn't have said that.
How's your wrist?
Oh, it's-- I'll survive.
Yeah.
Can I be honest?
Yeah.
You look like you could use a freaking break.
Yeah.
Anything you need?
No, thank you.
It can help to talk, even if it's just me.
I've got vodka.
Vodka it is.
- Hi. - Hi.
Where is he?
In his room.
Here.
Oh, thank you.
Cheers.
And uh, good luck.
You deserve it.
From your lips to God's ears.
You a believer?
In a God that would do this to my husband?
No.
He's the only one that has been there for me.
And when I stray, which, I have a lot,
He leads me back.
Touch it.
Okay, come on, for-- for a good luck.
Hmm? Go on.
Yeah, here.
Whoa!
I'm sorry
No.
You have nothing to be sorry for.
Come on.
Let him in.
No, Sofia, let him in
Don't be afraid.
Are you okay?
Come on, lets get back to bed.
Alex, please. I'm too tired for this, baby.
Alex!
Please no!
Stop.
Wake up! Wake up!
We're leaving.
You've reached Dr. Emily Hoffman.
Leave me a message and I'll call you back.
Em, It's me.
Um, we're coming back.
That stuff you said about grief, and--
I think I'm losing my mind.
I'm taking him back to the hospital.
I-- I'll call you back.
Brookes?
Oh my God.
Okay, so?
I told you.
I just found him out there.
And your husband was never out of your sight?
That's the way we live now.
You know, protecting him isn't helping him.
He doesn't need protecting.
Do you?
Sheriff?
What you got?
He didn't make it.
I'm taking your husband in.
No, why? No!
You-- you've got nothing.
I've got a dead man and another one
-prone to violence. -He's not violent.
That's not who he is.
That's not who he was.
I've known Alex my whole life,
but even you saw what he did to me.
There's a bunch of people that live around here.
What if-- what if Brookes owed money to the wrong person?
What if he slept with the wrong man's wife?
Did he?
Fuck you.
Be very careful, Miss Reyes.
Brookes was hit in the head multiple times.
We don't even know how many.
Never seen anything like it.
Well, Alex didn't do it.
We have forensics out there, gives us 48 hours.
If we don't find anything, he's free to go.
You wanna lock him up for two days?
You've seen what he is like.
I've asked for a psychiatrist.
No, no, you've-- you have no evidence.
And we're leaving.
Okay, you're not going anywhere.
Listen to me.
It's my job to protect people.
Protect whom? Hmm?
- Who's he gonna hurt? - You.
Well, then that's a risk I'm willing to take.
But you lock him up, and you'll send him
to a place he might never come back from.
Miss Reyes, I understand you have been through--
You know this family, right?
You said you did.
So you know the kind of money they've got.
You do this.
You meet their lawyers.
So please.
Please.
I'm leaving my deputy here.
You don't have to do that.
I wasn't giving you a choice.
You did it.
Alex.
He's in the house.
Alex!
He's in the house!
Alex!
Babe?
No, no.
Alex?
Baby.
Alex, Alex.
It's okay, it's okay.
It's okay.
I love you.
She won't leave him.
Show me.
The coroner's on the way.
Is she okay?
Who are you?
I'm Sofia's friend.
Sofia Reyes.
Is she okay?
Get back in your vehicle and stay there.
What's wrong?
Please, in your vehicle!
Now!
Sofia.
Oh, no.
Dispatch, we need an ambulance.
It's what he wanted.
Now, the important thing is you don't have to worry.
Our lawyers have taken care of everything,
and they've kept it out of the press.
Money can do that.
Sofia, I need to know what happened.
It's important that I know. Okay?
Well, maybe next time.
I needed him.
Needed who?
Calvin.
He was there, wasn't he?
For me.
He was there for me.
I could have never hurt Alex.
Calvin.
He helped me.
I needed him to let him go.
Goodbye, Sofia.
Eye of the beholder, remember?
It's in the eye of the beholder.
I've $11,000, I've got 11,000.
Gentleman, 12,000 here.
12,250, thank you.
12,500.
Thank you.
I got 13,000.
I've been looking at 13, 13,
there's a gentleman right here, do I hear 14?
13, do I hear 14?
13,000 is going once.
13,000 is going twice.
Sold for $13,000 to the gentleman.
Thank you so much.
Our next item up for bid is this magnificent portrait.
Black number 236.
Open your catalogs please and read the description.
However, as you will see,
this is a very nice early 20th century self-portrait
by Calvin DuBose.
Now we do have a reserve on this painting
at $20,000.
So ladies and gentlemen,
we will start the bidding at $20,000.
Do I hear $20,000?
$20,000.
Bidder over there, 21.
I've got 21 for the gentleman. Thank you so much.
21.
22 in the back, thank you so much.
23 to the young lady.
She is determined at $23,000.
24, back to the gentleman.
$24,000.
I've got 25 here.
25 here is going once.
25 here is going twice.
Final and last call.
Sold for $25,000 to the young lady.