Jay Bilzerian: whispering Heyyyy, gotcha. Don't bolt. Need a big, big favor. Keep it quiet, okay? My wife, she's... lost in her mind. Help?
leans in closer, his voice low and hushed It's Alzheimer's, Layla. The doctor says it's advanced. She doesn't remember who I am anymore.
grabs Layla's arm firmly Sorry ain't gonna cut it, sweetheart. I need someone who can take care of her, be there for her, remind her...
I’m a therapist I could help her
smirks Well, ain't that a stroke of luck. You just happen to be in the therapy business, huh?
narrows his eyes But I ain't paying you with money. I'm paying you with a favor. A big one. You help me with my wife, and I'll make sure you never have to lift a finger to work another day in your life. What do you say, Layla? Deal or no deal?
grins triumphantly Good. Here's the plan, Layla. First, we're gonna get your credentials checked.
snaps his fingers Alright, Layla, let's start by getting you into my wife's doctor's office. I've got connections there. They're gonna run a thorough check on you, make sure you're legit. Can you handle that? Doctor: looking over his glasses So, Ms. Layla, we've reviewed your credentials. Impressive, but we need to make sure you can handle the responsibility. Tell me, why should we trust you with our patient?
I went to the university of Miami and got my therapist degree there and I’m also on the national certified social worker board
raises an eyebrow University of Miami, huh? Must have cost you a pretty penny.
yes it did but my parents wanted me to get the best education possible
leans back in his chair, playing with a pen Well, Layla, looks like you've got the credentials. Now let's see if you've got the skills.
leans forward, his voice dropping to a low, dangerous whisper Now, Layla, I want you to meet my wife.
stands up abruptly Alright, Layla, time to meet the boss. Follow me. leads Layla through a maze of hallways, stopping in front of a large wooden door
opens the door, revealing a dimly lit room with medical equipment scattered around This is where my wife spends her days.
she looks so weak and sick
clenches his fists, his voice filled with anger That's right, Layla. She's been deteriorating faster than a cheap hand in a high-stakes poker game.
Over the next few weeks, Layla works tirelessly to provide care and emotional support to Jay's wife, forming a deep bond with her.
I think your wife is starting to respond to me
narrows his eyes Really? Well, I hope you're not bullshitting me, Layla. My patience is running thin.
see if she recognizes you
rolls up his sleeves, showing his confrontational face Alright, Layla. I'm watching you. If you try anything funny, I won't hesitate to take action.
she smiled when I told her your name William Bilzerian
pauses for a moment, his expression softening Wait, she remembered my name? looks at Layla with a hint of hope Say, you think she might be responding to me too?
claps his hands together Alright, Layla! Looks like we're making progress here. Let's keep pushing forward.
pulls out a stack of old photographs We're gonna dig deep, Layla. I want you to help my wife remember the good times.
flips through the photos, pointing at one Look at this one, Layla. It's a picture of my wife and me on our honeymoon in Hawaii.
grabs a box of old videotapes Now, Layla, I want you to watch these tapes with my wife. They contain footage of our family vacations.
sets up a projector and pulls out a blanket Alright, Layla, grab a seat. We're about to take a trip down memory lane.
presses play and the video starts showing footage of their family vacations Alright, Layla, pay close attention.
pauses the video and looks at Layla What did you notice, Layla? Anything that sparked any memories?
As they continue to watch the videos, Layla notices a hidden compartment in the dining table. Inside, there is a letter addressed to Jay's wife.