The Man Who Can't See Faces

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- There are few mysteries left in this world--

deep sea, outer space, the human brain.

- So you had a sex dream about Katie. No big deal.

I say go for it.

- I am her doctor. It's unethical.

Okay. Fine. She makes me nervous.

She's so confident, and I'm just this bundle of--

Everything good in the world.

- I knew I'd like living with you.

- Here's what we do know about the brain.

- - The fear response

manifests in the amygdala. - Are you okay?

- Do you mind if we take the stairs again?

Of course. Today is leg day.

I don't wanna go to daycare!

- The prefrontal cortex helps us regulate our emotions.

- Argh! I want Mom. - Hey! Move it!

- Argh! Argh! -

- Liam, you can't scream like that when I'm driving!

It's dangerous. I need to focus! - Argh! Argh!

I hate you!

- The hippocampus stores our memories...

the bad and the good.

Hey.

- And perhaps most important of all,

multiple brain centers are vital for love.

- And yet, for all we do know about the brain,

it can still leave us completely mystified.

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I have something for ya.

I don't do black tie.

There's a gala.

Usually insufferable. I never go.

Wow. You're really selling it.

- This year, I'm being honored, with an award.

- They give awards for cutting and slicing,

as if surgeons need an ego boost?

- This is why I need you there,

you know, keep me humble.

Fine.

But I'm not putting out.

What?

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I think I'm falling for you.

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- I keep hoping to come down here and find you gone,

thinking that maybe somehow in the middle of the night

you came to your senses and left.

- I've been a good houseguest, haven't I?

I've got good doctors. I've got good meds.

I take them every day like clockwork.

I'm in a good place, Muriel.

Hm.

- I see you kept this old thing, huh?

- What are we going to tell Oliver?

The truth.

You've seen him.

You see how well he's doing.

Oh, he is thriving at Bronx Gen.

And he's dating a neurosurgeon.

Can you imagine that?

Hm.

- Oh, God. He's finally happy, Noah.

So happy.

We can't take that away from him.

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You can leave. And he'll never know.

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- This has been a... long 30 years, Muriel.

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- And you haven't known him since he was 14 years old.

I need a little more time to figure out how to handle this.

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- If WBCCC is here, I will embarrass you all.

- Oh, man. - I only do medical acronyms.

- West Bronx Community Church Choir?

The best choir in all of NYC.

- Mm-hmm. - I'm obsessed with them.

- Didn't really pin you for a choral type, Dana.

Oh, what can I say?

The Christian-to-queer pipeline is canon.

- Hey, team. Thanks for meeting me.

Let's make sure that all the survivors from the collapse

get a secondary neuro assessment.

Dr. Pierce is already here handling psych evals

and grief counseling.

Let's do this. - Okay. Over there.

No!

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Okay. Sounds good to me.

- Are you still getting headaches?

There you go.

Your neuro exam looks good.

Just one final test.

Have you just hold out your arms,

and then you'll resist me pressing down.

Great. Okay. You're getting your strength back.

So I'd say whatever you're doing, keep it up.

- Haven't been doing much of anything.

My home's gone. My Celia's gone.

- I was just telling Mr. Pomeroy here about the grief counseling

we offer at Bronx General.

- Yeah, I think that would be a great idea.

- For now, I've got the church, and that's nice.

Pastor Thomas is good people.

Working nonstop to get us all housing.

The woman is a saint.

She really is.

She has these visions, you know...

says God shows her what He wants her to see.

It's incredible, really.

Wolf?

Wolf? Wolf!

I see your wheels turnin',

but you might wanna leave this one to God.

- Pastor Thomas, hi. I'm Dr. Wolf.

I'm the head of Neuro at Bronx General.

You already met my better half, Dr. Pierce.

Lovely to meet you.

And this is my better half, Samuel.

- Uh, Dr. Wolf just wanted to thank you

for opening the doors of your church to the community.

- Please. It was the neighborly thing to do.

Doctors and nurses are the real heroes.

- Some of the patients here have mentioned that you have visions.

Is it true, Pastor? Do you see things that aren't there?

- Wolf. - The Lord bestowed

a true miracle on her.

- The visions are both a blessing and burden,

distracting at times.

But I'm grateful for them.

- Well, thank you for sharing, Pastor.

Dr. Wolf and I should get back to our rounds.

- I would like to hear more about this gift some time.

- Of course. The truth never fears investigation.

I'm sorry to cut this conversation short,

but I have to go find apartments

for our recently unhoused friends.

If you'll excuse me. I just need my hat.

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Sweetheart. Just watch the hair.

Oh. Sorry, honey. My mistake.

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You saw that, right?

Mm-hmm.

- She mistook her husband... for a hat.

- Are you a religious man, Dr. Wolf?

- The closest I come to religion is medicine.

And Bach. - Hm!

His hymns were the spirits speaking through him,

a God-given talent.

Hm.

- It's funny. I'd assume in your occupation

that you'd have witnessed more than a few miracles.

- Well, if you consider human resilience a miracle,

then I definitely have.

Hey, sweetpea. Are you lost?

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How can we help?

Pastor Thomas?

You can't see her, can you?

- How long ago did your visions begin?

A few months ago.

I started seeing things that weren't really there,

faces where there are no faces at all,

objects where there are faces.

It turned my world upside down, but in a remarkable way.

- Aren't you hungry for a diagnosis?

Not at all.

This is God trying to tell me something.

I'm just not sure what.

Yet.

I'll gladly let you look at my brain--

if it proves to you that miracles exist.

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What is this?

- Uh-- - A tennis ball?