Perception

What the hell is this? A croissant.

I figured maybe you acquired a taste for them in Paris.

Did you develop a case of retrograde amnesia

while I was gone?

You know I don't eat white flour.

God, I am such an idiot.

Oh, a little self-knowledge is a good thing.

The last thing you probably want right now

is a reminder of Paris.

I mean, you got your heart ripped out.

Must hurt like hell.

I'm sorry, doc.

Uh, if you need someone to talk to --

just bring me my damn grapefruit.

Why the hell are you smiling?

I am just so happy that you are back.

Kate: What's the occasion?

The occasion is you're a monster

when you skip breakfast.

Mm. Now eat.

Don't you have court this morning?

Yeah, but I'm only riding shotgun.

Linda's doing the opening.

How is your young protégé?

Teaching her everything I know.

Oh, so you'll be done in no time.

Ah.

Surprise in every box.

You shouldn't have.

Look at that. It's absolutely beautiful.

Tasteful, you know.

Now that we're back, have you put any thought

into when you want to get hitched?

Mm...

Springtime? Summer?

How about 12:30?

What?

Like...Today at 12:30?

Why not? We can just get Judge Scanlon to do it on our lunch break.

You don't want a wedding?

What are we gonna do? Register for a blender?

Send out a bunch of paper invites?

Those are bad for the environment.

We already have a blender.

And we've already been married,

so...Let's just do it.

12:30 it is.

12:30.

Ryan.

You got to be kidding me.

Oh, man.

What's up?

The expert we were gonna put up this morning

just got rushed to the hospital -- appendicitis.

And there's virtually no chance

judge weld will grant us a continuance.

What are you gonna do?

Get another expert.

"You've gained weight."

"You look tired."

"What the hell is going on with your hair?"

It doesn't matter how well your day is going.

All it takes is one little off-hand comment

to ruin it, right?

That's because the brain is hardwired

to remember the negative interactions

better than the positive ones.

But recent discoveries suggest

that the higher regions of the brain

can actually modify how the lower regions function,

that we can use our intention and our attention

in sustained, focused ways

to overcome the brain's negative bias

so that it can be within our control

to determine how bad experiences affect us.

In other words, unless you're clinically depressed,

being unhappy...

May, in fact, be a choice.

Daniel. How you feeling, buddy?

You look tired.

I'm fine. Really?

"Pale is thy cheek and cold, colder thy kiss --

truly that hour foretold sorrow to this."

Are you okay, Paul?

Miranda. She got you right here, man.

We all have a soft spot in our hearts

for that first great love.

And you've had two bites at that apple,

and they both turned sour -- it's got to be painful.

What's painful is listening to you mangle lord Byron.

Luckily, I've got just the cure for an aching heart.

Please tell me I'm hallucinating this entire conversation.

Putt-putt. What-what?

Mini golf -- you and me, buddy,

and 18 glorious holes o-of waterfalls and windmills.

Why would I want to waste my time

playing a mini version of a game

that's already the definition of pointless?

Pointless is the point.

Take your mind off of things.

What do you say, Danny boy?

I say, "a," don't call me "Danny boy,"

and, "b," I can't.

Apparently, I already have an appointment.

Meet Cyrus Dunham -- grade-a scumbag.

Trolled for young, naive girls on the Internet,

lured them to Chicago, got them hooked on drugs,

locked them in seedy motel rooms,

beat the crap out of them,

and forced them into prostitution.

Sounds like a real catch.

He's facing eight counts of sex trafficking.

Only one of the girls

is brave enough to testify against him.

The rest refused.

You didn't offer them protection?

Of course we did, but they claim

that they're in love with Cyrus, that he never hurt them,

and that he's being unfairly prosecuted.

Irrational empathy with the captor

to the point of defending him.

Sounds like classic Stockholm syndrome.

Which is exactly what our expert witness

was going to say at trial this morning,

until his appendix blew up.

Well, I can't just jump in.

I haven't interviewed the victims.

We only need you to educate the jury about Stockholm syndrome.

You don't need to talk about the specifics of the case at all.

The last time you put me on the stand,

you outed me as a schizophrenic.

If it makes you feel any better, it's my associate's case.

I won't be the one questioning you.

Daniel: Frequently, hostages will identify with their captor

in a desperate, but unconscious, act of self-preservation.

In your expert opinion, Dr. Pierce,

is that why a victim

might refuse to testify against their tormentor...

Even after the --

...the hostage situation has ended?

Yes, yes -- Stockholm syndrome doesn't usually end

when the psychological trauma ends.

The effects can...

Linger for months, even years.

So it is possible that --

Call an ambulance!

She's been shot.

Hey. I came as soon as I heard. I'm so sorry.

Kate moretti, detective Gerald rix.

He was here to testify against Cyrus Dunham.

A.U.S.A. Mullane was a real sweetheart.

I want to help any way I can.

Thank you.

Look, how is it possible that she was shot

right in front of all of you and nobody saw anything?

Daniel: She wasn't shot in the courtroom.

She came in that way.

What, and she just decided to ignore it

and proceed with the case?

I don't think she knew she'd been shot.

I think Linda suffered from a rare neurological condition

called congenital analgesia,

meaning she couldn't feel any pain.

Where are you getting that from?

Well, for one thing, it's warm in here,

but there were no perspiration stains on her blouse.

Anhidrosis, or absent sweating, is an indicator.

Also, there were several scars and burn marks on her extremities.

Maybe she was just a klutz who used a good deodorant.

No. No, no.

People with this condition get injured a lot

because they have no idea they've been hurt.

She could burn her hand on a hot stove and not know it.

So let's just say she didn't feel it.

How could a person not know they were shot?

She would have heard it or seen it.

Entry wound was in the back.

And maybe the gun was silenced.

Coroner said the bullet

likely came from a .22 or a .380 --

small entry wound, minimal bleeding.

And since Linda was acting normally,

no one had reason to suspect that anything was wrong.

But sepsis sets in within a few hours.

So she would have had to have been shot

sometime around 7:00.

But the courthouse is secure.

I mean, there are cameras everywhere.

Only law enforcement can carry weapons.

It must have happened before she even entered the building.

Man: This is the bullet's path -- right here.

About the size of a .380 round.

And the thick insulation in the seat,

that -- that could muffle the sound, right?

Process it.

Dust for prints, DNA -- whole nine.

I'll pull the surveillance videos.

But the car wasn't necessarily parked here

when it happened.

I mean, really, this could have gone down any time