Perception

How many of you are elitists?

Really? Nobody?

Those, uh, designer jeans -- they really worth 200 bucks?

And you, basketball Jones --

those customized high-tops make you dunk like lebron?

Clever marketing has conditioned us to believe

that we get what we pay for.

In fact, researchers at Stanford

used an mri to gauge brain activity

while participants sipped samples of red wine.

Guess what they found.

When people thought that they were drinking $5 Merlot,

the medial orbitofrontal cortex --

part of the brain involved with pleasure and reward --

was minimally active.

But when told that same wine

was a $100 bottle of châteauneuf-du-pape,

the pleasure center lit up like the Las Vegas strip,

which tells us even though we may not be snobs,

our medial orbitofrontal cortices are.

Doc, where are you going?

You have an appointment with rosenthal in half an hour.

You can cancel that.

I can, but I won't.

Last week, you told me not to let you off the hook.

I never said that. Huh?

Daniel: No postponing, no canceling, no excuses.

I mean it, Lewicki.

NSA's got nothing on me, doc.

It's a waste of time. I'm doing fine.

Natalie: That's your defense mechanism talking.

You're coping, but you're not making any progress.

Of course I am. I manage my diet.

I-I-I stick to my routine.

Daniel.

Just to be clear,

you don't believe you need to be in therapy,

but your...Hallucination disagrees?

That's -- that's oversimplifying.

You've been coming to me off and on for, what -- five years?

You're still more comfortable talking to Natalie than you are to me.

You're the one that encouraged me to engage my hallucinations. Yes.

It's been a helpful technique in managing your symptoms.

But you're stagnating.

You need to engage with real people.

I engage with real people every day --

with -- with Paul and Lewicki and Kate.

That's work. You need to socialize.

That's what I keep telling you.

What are you, in cahoots with him?

Are you -- are you two ganging up on me?

Time. This isn't couples counseling.

This is individual treatment.

I'd like you to stop speaking to Natalie.

Fine. You have the floor.

I don't think you're hearing me.

I don't mean I want you to stop talking to Natalie

during the session.

I mean I want you to stop talking to her period.

Well, I-I need her. It's exactly the opposite.

Your intimate relationship with Natalie is preventing you

from having an intimate relationship with somebody real.

That's -- what -- what about Miranda?

I mean, Natalie didn't prevent me from -- from

flying off to Paris and having my heart ripped out.

Because that didn't work out,

you're retreating to something familiar.

Oh, bullshit. Oh, really?

What did you do on Saturday night?

Watched "real sports" with me...Twice.

Get out in the world, Daniel.

Have some fun.

Right there.

Come on, buddy. You got to mingle.

Don't say "mingle." I hate that word.

Makes me think of bacteria.

Can we please get the hell out of here?

Wow.

She is smokin'.

I want her.

Already sold.

You're gonna have to stick with "dogs playing poker."

But don't you think she's stunning? I think the paintings are stunning.

I think she's a narcissist. Where are you getting that?

Look at her facial expression.

She's completely in love with herself. I totally disagree.

De Luca clearly saw her

as the epitome of youthful innocence.

Really?

So why is she so thoughtfully admiring her own breasts?

Well, she's confused and surprised

by her burgeoning sexuality, like the virgin Mary.

It's why de Luca chose the same shade of ultramarine blue

as Raphael used to paint his "Madonna."

Wow, you obviously know a lot about art.

And you obviously don't know very much about women.

Nick?

Turn that video off!

Call an ambulance. Somebody call an ambulance.

Come on, Daniel. I'll give you a ride home.

No, I -- you -- you -- you go ahead. I'll catch a cab.

Really? All right. Yeah.

I'm -- I'm sorry for your loss.

We waited so long to be able to get married, and now...

You think he was in much pain?

I think he died when he hit his head. He didn't suffer.

Did you know that Nick was a photosensitive epileptic?

Of course I knew. So why would you be showing a video like that in your gallery?

We wouldn't. It's been running on a loop for days.

There wasn't any flashing or strobing.

Is everything okay?

I think I just witnessed a murder.

T-the video was hacked.

That's got to qualify as some kind of cyber crime.

So, what you're saying is

that the murder weapon was a documentary film?

I know it's a long way to go to kill someone, but... Maybe it's just a prank.

Well, prank or no, this guy, Nick Perri, is dead.

We could be looking at involuntary manslaughter.

But either way, it's not a federal case.

Oh, if I take my theory to Chicago p.D.,

they'll laugh me out of the squad room.

Kate: Thank you for meeting us.

I can't imagine how difficult this must be for you.

Who else knew about your husband's condition?

We hold an annual fundraiser for epilepsy research,

so a-a lot of people.

Now, did Nick have any enemies?

He, uh, was what you might call a, uh, polarizing figure.

Never afraid to stand up for what he believed in,

even if it was, uh, unpopular.

What did he believe in?

Gay marriage, obviously.

But I guess he -- he was most vocal

about, uh, freedom of expression.

And have any of your exhibits been disrupted before?

The bortell opening a few months ago.

Uh, a group called...

...chicagoans for decency protested it.

The cops broke it up, but in the middle of the night,

one of the demonstrators came back

and tried to set the gallery on fire.

It was after then that I insisted

we install security cameras.

If you don't mind,

I'd like to see some of the footage from last night.

It's drafty in here.

If you were real, I'd tell you to put on some clothes.

Do I look fat to you? Body dysmorphia.

Uh, y-you really are self-absorbed. No, silly.

My body's just fine.

It's the one in the middle that's off.

The right leg is so thick. It's disgusting.

Kate?

Kate!

Yeah?

This middle painting is a fake.

That's impossible.

We had them all authenticated before the exhibition was hung.

Of course. It was a distraction.

Daniel, what are you talking about?

This wasn't just a murder. This -- this was an art heist.

I don't know what you're talking about. They all look real to me.

That's 'cause your brain is filling in the gaps

based on what you expect to see.

But upside down, your brain doesn't recognize the image

so it can spot the proportions that are off.

See?

Oh, my God.

The thigh is bigger. You're right.

Kate: So, a thief paints a forgery,

hacks the video to induce Nick's seizure.

And then when everyone's distracted,

he swaps out the fake for the real deal

and makes off with a valuable painting

that no one knows has been stolen.

Smart, so long as the thief doesn't want to sell it,

since everybody thinks the real "reclining muse"

is here at the gallery.

Well, you'd be surprised just how many

shady dealers and collectors

are willing to buy on the black market...

And apparently kill my husband to get what they want.

Kate: There's our thief.

We'll enhance the image, see if we can get an I.D.

Could we see the altered tribute video?

Uh, it's gone. I don't understand.

I'll have our tech guys take a look.

Computers were Nick's arena, along with balancing the books

and dealing with the...

The buyers. Oh, God. What is it?

The gallery has been hanging on by a thread.

Landing the de Luca show was a-a coup.

The sale of the "muses" was gonna get us out of debt.

Now I have to tell the -- the buyers one's been stolen.

He's probably gonna cancel the sale.

My investment's in the toilet.

Mr. Singh, only one of the paintings was stolen.

Doesn't matter. It's a triptych.

One goes missing -- that's it.