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Walter? Where do you want this?
Uh, r-r-right...There!
Very good. Thanks, fellas.
What's he listening to? Ocean waves.
I need him to be in a peaceful state of mind
for the hypnotherapy to take full effect.
Once he's in a more pliable state,
he may be able to access his memories.
That's a good look, Walter.
These were created by an old friend of mine,
Dr. Jacoby from Washington state.
They will enable me to see Roscoe's aura
so that I can measure the depth of his hypnotic state.
And the piano?
Roscoe's mind doesn't work like ours.
His creativity is expressed through music.
Playing may help him to recollect the conversation
he had with his son.
And if you just happen to get a private concert
from your musical idol...
That's not why I'm doing this.
But I cannot deny that I would enjoy it.
Mr. Joyce?
We're ready for you.
What do you want me to do?
Let me guide you.
Listen to my voice.
I will speak into the microphone.
Now, imagine yourself... Somewhere tranquil,
serene, safe.
Go down the staircase...
Sit.
At the count of three,
you will open your eyes, but you won't be awake.
You'll still be open and receptive as you are now.
Are you ready?
One...
Two, three.
It's been a long time since I touched a piano.
Roscoe, I want you to think back.
The night you saw Bobby.
Tuesday...
Tuesday is...
Chicken dinner.
Yes. And...
After you went to bed and fell asleep,
what happened?
Bobby...
My boy.
I didn't believe it was him.
It'd been so long since...
I'd seen him.
I asked him if he was real.
He took my hand...
He was real.
What did he say?
He whispered something to me.
He was so close...
I felt his...
God, I-I-I'm...
Dunham. Can you hold on, please?
I-I'm so sorry, Walter.
This is Dunham. Let's go.
What did Bobby say?
I don't remember.
Go it. I'm on my way.
The observer's been spotted in Brookline, so...
Walter, you all right?
If all right means despondent, yes.
Peter, go. I'll take care of him.
Walter, I'm sorry!
He was in a...
Brown shirt.
Who was?
Bobby.
His mother gave it to him.
What did Bobby tell you?
He told me...
I would...Meet you.
Walter...Bishop.
He called you by name.
Bobby said I was supposed to...Help you.
Help me.
How?
I don't know.
Don't you?