Get back.
Look out!
You guys all right?
Hey. Hey!
John.
I was trying to remember what you looked like.
It started off... Better, but...
I don't know.
After a while...
It got harder.
I can remember now.
So what are you? My brother?
No, we're kind of like the same sort of thing.
But maybe they made you better.
You mean Isaac?
Yeah, I think that's his name.
So you killed him.
It was you?
Everything?
Yeah, I killed him.
I had to.
Do you work for him?
I get up every morning,
I go to work.
I come home, I go to sleep.
The next day... repeat.
Feels like a life, but I'm not sure.
Something feels strange.
Then one day I got sick.
I can hear this voice in my head
telling me that I gotta find him.
Telling me that I gotta kill him.
So I go.
And I find him
and then he shows me the truth.
And my thoughts?
They're not my own.
He shows me where they live... In here,
tracking me.
And then he sets me free.
So now I'm with him.
He tells me I gotta find...
Isaac. ...Isaac.
Yeah.
I gotta get some container from him,
take it to the docks, send it upriver.
So I do as I'm told.
I always do.
Then I met you.
And that's when I realize I'm not free
and that I'm just a slave to him.
So I leave him.
I don't think I was supposed to meet you.
No.
I'm different than you.
I had a family... A wife, a daughter.
I can remember.
The memories...
It hurts, doesn't it?
Yes.
Go to him.
He'll help you forget.
Go to the river.
They'll come for you.
I knew you'd come back.
Now I can make it go away.
John?
John.
John, stop it!
You're just like me.
It's okay.
Take it out.
T-take what out?
You'll know when you find it.
Ahh.
Now you're free.
Hello, John. Nice to finally meet.
Please tilt your head and open your mouth.
You're just a baby.
You couldn't be more than three weeks old.
Are you feeling any discomfort?
Yes.
Where?
In my head.
Your resistance...
That's what gives you discomfort.
Do you understand?
Yes.
Can you release it?
Why not?
What do you remember?
My wife.
Anything else?
My daughter.
What happened to them?
He killed them.
Who killed them?
Him.
You never had a family, John.
Your memories are artificial.
You were produce din a government lab
where I used to work.
Created to kill,
motivated by a memory implant
that I developed
that stimulates the sensation of free will.
They created the memory
of your wife and daughter.
They never really existed.
You're a newborn... Born a grown man.
Your memories, John, they give you pain.
But I can release you from them.
I can release you from your pain.
Would you like to be free from pain?
Yes.
The one before you was gonna bring the container.
The container holds the missing pieces, John.
So we can finish this lab.
So we can replicate
just like everyone else.
You're doing great, John.
Daddy, it's raining.
I got it.
Come on.
I want a story.
Right here.
How'd it get so deep?
Hello, soldier.
That's the spirit soldier.
Ahhhh!
You still believe the lies?
You don't realize this is your home?
You killed them.
If you believe I did...
Then I did.
You're only killing your own father.
There is no end.
Always another John.
How did you know I'd find him?
You always find each other.
You're like dogs that way.
You know, I suppose I should be grateful, but...
I can't help but feel proud.
How's that?
Because we were right this time.
Your memories triggered emotional responses
that made you resistant.
You acted on your own behest, not ours.
You were designed with selfish motivations...
Loyalty to family, not country.
The John that came before you?
Sent on the same exact mission.
And he came the closest, but he disappeared.
We made the necessary adjustments,
knowing that you'd pick upright where he left off.
You know where he is?
Mm mm. We'll find him though.
We always do.
What about me?
We'll take you in, erase some memories
and then you'll be... Then you'll be free.
Truly free.
You seem disappointed.
Come on, I know you, John, like a father knows his child.
You might not know meas well as you think.
I know that if you didn't stop them,
they would've reproduced by now.
Once that door is open...
That's how much you mean to me... Everybody.
So you created me
to find the one who killed my family
and put them to death.
That is correct.
You killed my family.
See? That's what makes you so special.
You feel so intensely.
You killed my family.
No no, quite the contrary. I created them...
For you. I created them to fill your void.
And then you killed them.
I didn't kill them, John.
Luc Deveraux did.
Maybe.
But you put him up to it.