Perception

WHAT IS REALITY?

HIPPIE GUY.

THE OBSERVABLE UNIVERSE?

I SUPPOSE THAT ANSWER MIGHT FLY IN THE PHYSICS DEPARTMENT,

BUT THIS IS NEUROSCIENCE.

WHO'S GOT THE BRAINS TO GIVE ME AN ANSWER RELATING TO THE BRAIN?

IRONIC T-SHIRT.

REALITY IS EXACTLY WHAT WE SEE AND HEAR,

INSTEAD OF WHAT WE FANTASIZE ABOUT OR DREAM

OR, YOU KNOW, MAYBE HALLUCINATE.

AH. HALLUCINATION.

THAT'S AN ANSWER I WOULD HAVE EXPECTED FROM HIPPIE GUY.

SEX, DRUGS, AND ROCK 'N' ROLL, RIGHT?

OKAY. NOW, HERE'S SOMETHING THAT'S REALLY

GONNA ALTER YOUR CONSCIOUSNESS.

REALITY...

IS A FIGMENT OF YOUR IMAGINATION.

WHO HERE HASN'T WOKEN UP BREATHLESS FROM A NIGHTMARE

AND THOUGHT, "OH, THANK GOD IT'S JUST A DREAM"?

THAT'S BECAUSE THE NEUROCHEMICAL IMPULSES

FIRED WHEN WE'RE DREAMING OR FANTASIZING

OR HALLUCINATING ARE INDISTINGUISHABLE

FROM THE ONES BANGING AROUND INSIDE OUR SKULLS

WHEN WE ACTUALLY EXPERIENCE THOSE EVENTS.

SO...

IF WHAT WE PERCEIVE IS OFTEN WRONG...

HOW CAN WE EVER KNOW WHAT'S REAL AND WHAT ISN'T?

ALL RIGHT. FACULTY MEETING'S AT NOON.

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SO I PICKED YOU UP ONE OF THE VEGGIE WRAPS THAT YOU LIKE.

YOU CAN SCARF IT DOWN IN BETWEEN.

YOU KNOW HOW YOU GET WHEN YOU DON'T EAT.

LYEAH?I.

ROOM AND BOARD IN EXCHANGE FOR SOME LIGHT HOUSEKEEPING

DOES NOT MAKE YOU MY MOTHER.

JUST TRYING TO LOOK OUT FOR YOU, DOC.

DO YOU HAVE MY PUZZLES?

YEAH. TIMES, CHRONICLE, TRIB, DAILY MAIL...

PROFESSOR PIERCE?

I WAS WONDERING IF I COULD BUY YOU A LATTE.

UH, I DON'T DRINK COFFEE.

OH, IT DOESN'T HAVE TO BE COFFEE.

I JUST WANTED TO PICK YOUR BRAIN ABOUT MY TERM-PAPER TOPIC.

OH. HERE'S THE THING, MISS...

KARYN. UH...

"DISCUSSING YOUR TERM PAPER" IS OBVIOUSLY CODE FOR SEX.

AND -- AND WHILE WE MIGHT BOTH ENJOY THAT VERY MUCH,

IT COULD ALSO GET ME FIRED,

SO I'M AFRAID I HAVE TO REGRETFULLY

AND RESPECTFULLY DECLINE YOUR OFFER.

PIG.

DANIEL.

DANIEL.

KATE MORETTI.

YOU'D BE A LOT EASIER TO FIND IF YOU CARRIED A CELLPHONE.

IF I CARRIED A CELLPHONE, THE GOVERNMENT COULD TRACK ME.

IMY POINT EXACTLY.T.

I THOUGHT YOU WERE AT QUANTICO.

GOT MY OLD DESK BACK.

ISN'T THAT A DEMOTION?

GOT A FEW MINUTES?

HIS NAME'S CLARK WEILMAN.

HE'S -- WELL, HE WAS

GENERAL COUNSEL OF TechSan PHARMACEUTICALS.

SKULL WAS FRACTURED IN SIX PLACES,

AND HIS WIFE CONFESSED TO DETECTIVES

FROM CHICAGO HOMICIDE.

POLICE HAVE A CONFESSION.

WHY AM I LOOKING AT THESE PRETTY PICTURES?

WIFE MAKES NICOLE RICHIE LOOK FAT.

I DON'T KNOW WHO THAT IS.

I-I THINK THE WIFE HAS ANOREXIA OR BULIMIA. I DON'T KNOW.

EITHER WAY, SHE COULD NOT LIFT THIS TROPHY,

LET ALONE BASH HER HUSBAND OVER THE HEAD WITH IT SIX TIMES.

YOU THINK THE CONFESSION WAS COERCED?

SHE HAS A VACANT AFFECT.

IF SHE DOES HAVE AN EATING DISORDER,

IT COULD BE A SYMPTOM OF A MUCH MORE SERIOUS MENTAL ILLNESS.

YOU WERE ALWAYS ONE OF MY BEST STUDENTS.

W-WHY IS THE FBI INVOLVED IN THIS ANYWAY?

A COUPLE OF MONTHS AGO, TechSan INFORMED THE BUREAU

THAT SOME OF ITS TOP EXECUTIVES WERE RECEIVING DEATH THREATS,

CALLING THE PHARMACEUTICAL INDUSTRY

PART OF A VAST PUBLIC/PRIVATE CONSPIRACY

TO POISON THE AMERICAN PEOPLE.

CAN'T ARGUE WITH THAT.

S.A.I.C. SAYS YOU GAVE UP THE CONSULTING GIG.

ANY PARTICULAR REASON?

OH, UH...

AFTER YOU LEFT, THE FUN WENT OUT OF IT.

WELL, I'M BACK.

WHY DID YOU KILL YOUR HUSBAND, MRS. WEILMAN?

I, UH...

...DON'T KNOW.

YOU TOLD THE POLICE YOU WANTED THE INSURANCE MONEY.

YES. THAT'S -- THAT'S RIGHT, THE INSURANCE MONEY.

AND JUST WHAT IS THE POINT OF THIS?

WHEN DID YOU AND YOUR HUSBAND BUY THIS POLICY?

I DON'T REMEMBER.

WAS IT LAST THURSDAY?

YOU MET YOUR HUSBAND FOR LUNCH,

AND THEN YOU BOTH WENT TO THE INSURANCE-COMPANY OFFICES

AND SIGNED THE PAPERS?

YEAH. THAT'S RIGHT. IT WAS...YEAH.

TWO DAYS AGO, WHEN YOU WENT FOR A WALK,

DID YOU FIND A STRAY KITTEN?

YOU TOOK HER HOME? YOU CALLED HER MILLIE?

HOW DID YOU KNOW ABOUT MILLIE?

SHE'S INNOCENT.

WHAT ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT? SHE SIGNED A CONFESSION.

THAT'S BECAUSE SHE'S SUFFERING FROM KORSAKOFF'S SYNDROME.

IT'S A NEUROLOGICAL DISORDER

CHARACTERIZED BY ANTEROGRADE AMNESIA,

EXTREME SUSCEPTIBILITY TO SUGGESTION, AND CONFABULATION.

I TELL HER SHE HAS A CAT NAMED MILLIE,

SHE REMEMBERS HAVING A CAT NAMED MILLIE.

YOU TELL HER SHE BASHED HER HUSBAND OVER THE HEAD

WITH A GOLF TROPHY, AND SHE REMEMBERS THAT.

ONLY THERE IS NO CAT. I MADE THAT UP.

JUST LIKE YOU MADE UP A STORY

ABOUT A MURDER PLOT TO COLLECT LIFE INSURANCE,

WHICH IS A BIT OF A CLICHé, ISN'T IT, DETECTIVE?

WHAT THE HEY, HOLD ON A SECOND!

HEY! HEY!

LISTEN, WE DID A BACKGROUND CHECK.

WE FOUND OUT ABOUT THAT POLICY, AND WE ASKED HER.

YOU'RE ACTING LIKE I BEAT IT OUT OF HER WITH A RUBBER HOSE.

EITHER WAY, IT'S A FALSE CONFESSION.

SHE DOESN'T BELONG IN JAIL. SHE BELONGS IN A HOSPITAL.

THIS IS

CAN WE GO NOW?

JUST GIVE ME A MINUTE. OKAY?

I'M GONNA RECOMMEND THAT MS. WEILMAN BE TRANSFERRED

TO A PSYCHIATRIC UNIT FOR FURTHER EVALUATION.

ARE YOU KIDDING ME?! SHE CONFESSED TO MURDER.

LOOK, IF DR. PIERCE...

MY LIEUTENANT WARNED ME ABOUT YOU,

SAID YOU'D COME IN HERE, FLASHING YOUR FBI BADGE,

JACKING OUR CASES.

SCREWING WITH ONE OF MINE NOW

BECAUSE SOME NUTJOB MAKES A DRIVE-BY DIAGNOSIS?

HE'S NOT A NUTJOB, DETECTIVE HAMMOND.

HE LITERALLY WROTE THE BOOK ON FORENSIC NEUROPSYCHIATRY --

FOUR OF THEM, ACTUALLY.

NOT A NUTJOB, HUH?

OKAY. SO HE'S A LITTLE ECCENTRIC.

TAKES ONE OF US TURNING UP DEAD TO GET THE FBI's INTEREST?

YOU'LL HAVE TO FORGIVE ALAN, AGENT MORETTI.

HE AND CLARK WERE VERY CLOSE.

AND NOW THAT HE'S GONE,

YOU'LL BE TAKING OVER HIS JOB AS GENERAL COUNSEL.

WHAT ARE YOU IMPLYING?

NOTHING AT ALL.

I JUST NEED ACCESS TO ALL LITIGATION

FILED AGAINST TechSan OVER THE PAST FIVE YEARS.

DO YOU HAVE ANY IDEA HOW MANY FRIVOLOUS CLAIMS

A COMPANY LIKE OURS HAS TO DEAL WITH?

MM. I CAN IMAGINE.

BUT WE MAY BE ABLE TO CONNECT THE DEATH THREATS

TechSan RECEIVED TO SOMEONE WHO BROUGHT A LAWSUIT

AGAINST THE COMPANY.

AND I WOULD ALSO LIKE ACCESS TO MR. WEILMAN'S E-MAIL ACCOUNT

AND A LIST OF HIS CURRENT AND FORMER COLLEAGUES --

REALLY, ANYONE HE CAME INTO CONTACT WITH.

ALAN WILL GET YOU EVERYTHING YOU NEED.

THANKS, ALAN.]

DAMAGE TO THE MEDIAL THALAMUS.

BLEEDING IN THE MAMMILLARY BODIES.

GENERALIZED CEREBRAL ATROPHY.

ALL OF WHICH WOULD RESULT IN EXTREME THIAMINE DEFICIENCY.

MANIFEST AS KORSAKOFF'S.

THE GREAT DANIEL PIERCE STRIKES AGAIN.

THANK YOU, HARVEY.

QUESTION IS, HOW DID MRS. WEILMAN

LOSE SO MUCH THIAMINE?

MAYBE SHE'S A BIG DRINKER.

OR A BIG PUKER.

COULD BE BULIMIA.

OR MAYBE SHE'S JUST A BEANPOLE.

THAT'S YOUR DIAGNOSIS? BEANPOLE?

CHRONIC BEANPOLE SYNDROME?

DANIEL? GOT A FEW MORE MINUTES?

THESE ARE THE ANONYMOUS E-MAILS SENT TO CLARK WEILMAN

AND THE OTHER TechSan EXECUTIVES.

THESE DEATH THREATS WERE ROUTED THROUGH SERVERS

ALL OVER THE WORLD.

WHOEVER SENT THEM KNOWS HOW TO COVER HIS TRACKS.

ANYTHING YOU CAN TELL US ABOUT THE PSYCHOLOGY

OF THE LETTER WRITER WOULD HELP.

"PHARMACEUTICAL INDUSTRY AND THE FDA

ARE CONSPIRING TO KEEP THE AMERICAN PEOPLE SICK."

WELL, THAT PART'S CERTAINLY TRUE.

IS HE SERIOUS?

RESTLESS LEG SYNDROME?

YOU DON'T THINK THAT'S AN INVENTION

OF THE DRUG COMPANIES TO SELL MORE PILLS?

"YOU SCUM NEED A HEARTY REMINDER."

THAT'S REPEATED IN EACH OF THE E-MAILS.

YOU THINK IT MEANS SOMETHING?

"YOU SCUM NEED A HEARTY REMINDER."