All language subtitles for Perception.S03E09.WEBRip.x264-ION10

[ Screeching ]

That's enough,
Mr. lewicki.

Thank you.

Now, why do nails on
a chalkboard sound so horrible?

I mean, it's just a sound wave,
like any other.

Vibrations of air
tickling our eardrums,

turned into electric impulses
in the cochlea

and processed by
the superior temporal gyrus.

The study of how our brains
interpret sound

is called neuroacoustics.

Now, what can it tell us

about why we love some
sound waves and hate others?

One theory is that we dislike
certain frequencies

because they're close
to the sounds made

by a monkey's predators.

Another says
that we hate frequencies

in the same range
as a baby's cries.

Which might explain how I feel
when I hear Mr. lewicki

singing along to his
Michael Jackson records.

[ Laughter ]

Donnie...

You never called me.

[ Sighs ]
Look, shelby...

Look, I'm engaged.

[ Chuckles ]
Slow down, cowboy.

I'm not looking
for a date.

I'm looking
for an alderman.

Marty Holmes
from the fifth ward

has decided not to run
for another term.

Interested in his seat?

Seriously?

You've got presence.

We've done some initial polling,
and your numbers look good.

You've done polling.

Don't tell me you've
never thought about

a political career.

Sure,
when I was a kid.

But I'm an assistant
U.S. attorney.

Why would I want to sit
on the city council?

Oh, come on. Donnie.

You're from Chicago.

You know how powerful
an alderman is in this town.

An alderman might be
just the first step --

state house, congress,
who knows?

Look what happened to the last
junior senator from Chicago.

Hey.

15-minute coffee date.
We got about 3 minutes left.

Sorry.
Something came up.

Is everything okay?

Yeah. Yeah, yeah.
I just got stuck on a call.

Well, I guess you'll
have to think of a way to
make it up to me, then.

[ Gunshots ]

[ Screaming ]

Everybody get down!

[ Gunshots continue ]

[ Electricity crackles ]

You think
it's terrorism?
Maybe.

The weapon, the distant vantage
point, the clean escape --

they're all signs
of a trained sniper.

But he wasn't
a very good shot.

There's 12 shell casings and
only one person was injured --

agent Nina Curtis.

She's a good friend,
actually.

We went through Quantico
together.

I'm sorry.
Is it serious?

She was hit in the shoulder,
but they think she'll be okay.

Why leave the gun behind?

That's pretty textbook,
actually.

50 bucks says it's clean.

But this is why I wanted you
to come down.

Numbers etched
into the barrel.

Daniel: I'm GONNA NEED
TO WRITE THIS DOWN.

Wilson, you got a pad?
Uh, sure thing.

Here you are.
Thank you.

[ Muttering ] 20...

Check out the stock.

DO YOU THINK IT'S A DATE?
I MEAN, TODAY'S THE 13th.

Could be.
Now look at this.

Some of the agents think
it's sniper calculations,

but to me,
it looks like hypergraphia.

Do you think maybe the shooter's
mentally ill?

He might have
arithmomania.

An obsession with counting
things, right? Type of o.C.D.

It's also associated
with bipolar disorder

and even schizophrenia.

LOOK, THERE'S MORE 13s.

Well, people with arithmomania
can fixate on certain numbers.

The shooter's favorite
might be 13.

Wh-where exactly was
agent Curtis when she got shot?

Down in the lobby.

Nina was standing
right here.

Luckily, her partner, Jeff,
was next to her,

so he stopped
the bleeding.

One, two, three...

Daniel, what is it?

...five, six, seven, eight,
nine, ten.

This case trumps
all current investigations.

We've got a terrorist out there

who is targeting federal agents
and employees.

The shooter isn't
targeting people.

Excuse me?

He was targeting
the X-ray machine.

Why would you think that?

Look, there were 12 shell
casings in the sniper's nest.

10 of those rounds ended up
in the scanner.

I think he hit exactly
what he was aiming for.

What he hit, Dr. Pierce,
is one of our agents.

Yes, who was standing
right in front of the machine.

Why would someone shoot
a security scanner?

Paranoid delusions
about security devices

are pretty common.

Ma-maybe he was afraid the
machine was trying to hurt him.

Well, that's an interesting
theory --

the unsub
has struck again.

Agent Jeff hickman
has been murdered

outside
Hubbard memorial hospital.

He's Nina Curtis' partner.

Your theory is wrong,
Dr. Pierce.

OBVIOUSLY, THE SHOOTER IS
TARGETING PEOPLE.

Kate: Jeff HICKMAN WAS UPSTAIRS
WAITING FOR WORD ON Nina

when he came down
for a smoke.

That's when he was shot.

The theory is the perp missed
him at the federal building,

so he came here
to finish the job.

.357 automatic.

It's a pretty unusual gun.

And a completely
different gun

than was used
in the sniper attack.

It had to be.
The shooter ditched the rifle.

You wouldn't use a gun that big
in this location anyway.

So how do we know
it's even the same shooter?

Two FBI agents, partners,

both shot within a few hours
of each other?

I don't think
it's a coincidence.

I just spoke
with Nina's doctor.

She's out of surgery
and doing well.

Unfortunately,
now I have to go and tell her

what happened to Jeff.

Sir, do you mind
if I come with you?

I think it would be good for her
to have a friend there

when she hears the news.
Yeah.

I'm sorry, honey.
He was a good man.

Do you have any idea
who did this?

Tommy cade.

The human-trafficking case you
guys closed a few months ago?

Yeah.

Cade's out on bail,
goes to trial next week.

He takes down Jeff and me,
the case falls apart.

That scumbag killed Jeff.

Hey.

Hey, now. The doc doesn't want
you getting worked up, okay?

Just nail the bastard.

Dig up everything you can
on Tommy cade --

where he was,
who he was with.

Let's get this guy
back behind bars asap.

I'm on it.

It doesn't make sense.

Why would a human-trafficker
shoot an X-ray machine?

99% of the time, I am on board
with your theories,

but maybe this time,

you're letting
your personal feelings

cloud your vision?
What are you talking about?

You hate that X-ray machine.
You won't even walk through it.

Maybe that's influencing the way
that you see the evidence.

Oh, that's ridiculous.

I have very good reasons
for not using that scanner.

For one thing,
x-rays cause cancer.

I'd be better off
smoking cigars

a-and drinking
high-fructose corn syrup

than walking through that
machine on a regular basis.

Maybe, but that doesn't mean
that someone tried to shoot it.

Jeff and Nina were standing
right next to the scanner

when she was hit.

Maybe the damage to the machine
was incidental.

Incid-- 10 shots?

Doesn't seem right,
does it?

I'm telling you --
the key is in the numbers.

It's some kind of code.

All right.
You work on the code.

I'll start on Tommy cade.

Cade has an alibi.

He was at a funeral
this morning.

At least 50 people
saw him there.

But maybe he hired
somebody else to do it.

Hate to say it, but I think
I may have another angle.

Cyber just sent me
all the contents to
Jeff hickman's cellphone.

Very interesting conversations
between him and Nina.

What do you mean by
"interesting"?

"R is working late."

"Usual place?
Wanna c u."

You think they were
sleeping together.

Wouldn't be the first time that
partners have knocked boots.

Think the husband maybe knew
about the affair?

Certainly would be
strong motive for murder.

I think he's got military
experience. Sniper training?

You wouldn't need
any experience

to shoot Jeff hickman
point blank with a .357.

Randy,
thank you for coming in.

I-I know
it's not the best time.

I hope this won't take too long.
I want to get back to Nina.

No. Definitely not.

We're just trying to paint
a clear picture

of agent hickman's movements
this morning.

So, where were you
when you found out

that Nina had been shot?

I was in my car
on my way to work.

So, you just, what,
drove to the hospital
as fast as you could...?

Of course I did.

And agent hickman
was already there?

Yeah.
He was with Nina.

They were just taking her
into surgery.

Right.
And what was he doing?

Comforting her,
maybe holding her hand?

W-why does this matter?

Um...

There were these
rumors around the office, and --

rumors?
Yeah.

What kind of rumors?

You know what? Please forget
that I said anything.

Please tell me.
I want to know.

He was screwing her,
wasn't he?

Is...That what you think?

[ Chuckling ]
IS THAT WHAT I THINK? NO.

No, I know it.

You asked me
what Jeff said to her

before they took her
into surgery.

The asshole
didn't say anything.

He kissed her.

And that's why
you killed him.

What are you
talking about?

You suspected that they were
having an affair.

When you saw them together
at the hospital,

it confirmed your suspicions
and you lost it.

You're just
making stuff up now.

We've confirmed that your wife
owns a .357 automatic.

You used that gun
to kill Jeff hickman.

We're gonna get a search warrant
for your house,

we're gonna find that gun,

and it's gonna be a ballistics
match to the murder weapon.

Am I right?

I want to talk to a lawyer.

Good job, moretti.
Book him on both shootings.

Respectfully, sir,
I don't think that Randy

decided to kill Jeff
until after he saw him

all over his wife
at the hospital.

Maybe Daniel's right.

Maybe there was another shooter
at the federal building.

No. We've got a good,
solid case here.

I think Randy knew
about the affair,

tried to kill them both
in the federal building, missed,

finished the job
in the hospital.

[ Sighs ]

Talk to the U.S. attorney.

See what he wants to do.

Impressive.

Shelby: THE FIFTH WARD'S
PRETTY CONSERVATIVE.

Your law-and-order background
is gonna play great there.

Am I interrupting?

Hey, honey.

So, you're the future
Mrs. Ryan.

Shelby coulson.

I AM A BIG FAN
OF YOUR FIANCé'S.

Kate, shelby is with

the Great Lakes
leadership committee,

and they want me to run
for alderman.

Okay.

Would we have to postpone
the wedding?

No way.

I wouldn't even consider it
if we had to do that.

Kate, you come first.

If you don't want me to run,
I won't.

Do you want to run?

I think
I'd be good at it.

And I think I might be able
to do some good things

for this city.

Then I'm behind you.

So, what happens now?

There's a dinner
on Thursday night,

and that's when we'll announce
my candidacy.

And you should meet with shelby
before then.

She wants to talk with you.

Who is this shelby,
anyway?

Because I don't remember
you mentioning her.

You remember
like six months ago,

I went to the mayor's office

to speak
with that crime task force?

Well, she was there,
and, I don't know.

She was impressed by me.

[ Classical music plays ]

Doc?

Doc?
Huh?

Dean Haley'S HERE.
Paul: HEY, Daniel.

I called you
three hours ago.

Maybe I should have skipped
the faculty meeting

and blown off dinner
with the chancellor

and gotten here sooner.

You're the cultural
anthropologist. What is this?

Wilt Chamberlain's
Jersey number.

Yeah, th-this symbol was found
at a crime scene today.

It means something.
Okay.

Um, well, the diamond is used
in a lot of different cultures.

And in some
native American tribes,

it represents the four
directions of the wind.

Okay, but -- but --
but 13 and a diamond.

What do -- what do they mean
together?

Maybe the person who drew
the symbol made it up himself.

So, it means nothing to anyone
but the perp.

That -- how --
how does that help me?

You're a little worked up
about this, Daniel.

Maybe you should leave
the catching of the bad guys
to the FBI this time.

Oh, the FBI doesn't even know
what they're looking for.

Are you sure you do?

You're right.

Maybe it's not
about the symbol.

Did I say that?

MAN: What's your 20?

My what?

What do you mean
your what?

You got your ears on?

You got Nightcrawler doing
double nickels, Lincoln bound.

Hitting the Jake
for an 8-44 at Route 136.

Daniel --

who's talking to me?
I am.

Do you mind?
I have work to do.

Uh...You're welcome.

What's your 20?

What are you trying
to say?

Oh, come on, now.
You understand me.

Aren't you the Super Goose?

That was my c.B. Handle
when I was 10. Who are you?

Just a good buddy
in his 12-Wheeler. 4-10?

12-Wheeler.
You -- you mean 18-Wheeler.

No, sir. 12. Three times
the 4-Wheeler you drive.

I don't drive.

Of course. Of course.

This number's not 13.
One plus three equals four.

There are four sides
on a diamond.

All of these numbers
are multiples of four.

10-4, good buddy.

These are the numbers

that the shooter etched
into the barrel of his rifle.

I-I-I couldn't crack the code

because I had
his favorite number wrong.

It wasn't 13.
It was 4.

Once I realized that,
the code was easy.

Just divide by four.

The new numbers correspond
with letters in the alphabet.

"E" IS THE 5th LETTER,
"L" THE 12th...

Man: "ELF GUN."

He wants to shoot elves?
Yeah, no.

E.L.F. Is an acronym

for "extreme low frequency"
radio waves.

The Navy used e.L.F.
To communicate with submarines

up till about
10 years ago.

But a lot of conspiracy
theorists think

the government is still using it
for mind-control experiments.

So, how does all this prove

that Randy Curtis
wasn't the sniper?

BECAUSE THE SHOOTER WAS
TARGETING THE X-RAY MACHINE.

That's why he called his rifle
the elf gun.

Hold on a second.
E.L.F., x-rays --

I'm no expert, but they sound
like different things.

Right, right.

But in the shooter's mind,
they're connected.

People who hear voices
in their heads

want to ascribe them
to outside sources.

Radio waves, X-ray beams,

extreme low frequency
radiation -- to the shooter,

they're versions
of the same thing --

unseen waves
penetrating his brain.

If Dr. Pierce is right,
the sniper is someone

who would have had past contact
with the machine.

Most likely
on a regular basis.

Probably someone who works
in the building.

All right, let's have every
agency in the building

send up their personnel files,

and we'll check
disciplinary records,

complaints,
and disability claims.

[ Sighs ]

How about a custodian filed
a complaint against security --

said a guard
stole his pocket knife.

Definite maybe.

Shelby: AGENT MORETTI?

Shelby.

I totally forgot.

Don't worry.
I know that you're busy.

Can you just give me
a few minutes?

I can give you 10. Could you
take her to observation?

I'll be right in.

Who's the hottie?

She's working
on Donnie's campaign.

What campaign?

I'll explain later.

Okay.
So, what do I need to do?

Haircut,
complete makeover?

Are you kidding?
You're gorgeous.

I wish every candidate had
a stunning better half like you.

[ Chuckles ]

I don't want any surprises
coming out before the election.

So, I need to know about
any skeletons in your closet.

Skeletons?

DRUG ISSUES, D.U.I.s.

I'm an FBI agent.

I will take that
as a "no."

How about ex-lovers?
Anyone well-known?

None of your business.

Your significant other
is about to submit

his entire life
to public scrutiny.

If you think this is bad,

wait until the press
gets ahold of you.

I am someone who interrogates
people for a living,

so I do think
that I can handle

whatever it is that the press
throws at me.

Okay.

Then tell me about
your first marriage.

What do you mean?

Well,
you're about to re-marry a man

you divorced
only a year and a half ago.

That's kind of weird,
right?

You want to explain it?
No, I don't.

Donnie told me
about his affair.

He -- he did what?

Actually,
it's kind of great.

You forgave him,
took him back.

Voters love forgiveness.

[ Door opens ]

I think I found him.

Data-entry clerk at the IRS
filed four disability claims,

all of them rejected.

It says he's suffering
from radiation poisoning

attributed
to security procedures.

Name's Alex white.

Kate:
SO, IS Alex A GOOD TENANT?

You know,
Mr. white's real quiet.

Oh!

What on earth's he done?

He's not getting
his security deposit back,

Kate.

Yeah?

It's some kind of a code.

Well,
not much of one, really.

He's just broken up regular
English into four-letter groups.

Here's the last thing
he wrote.

"I'm under attack
by the U.S. government.

Dr. Chandler is the only one
who can help me."

Sounds like we better find
this Dr. Chandler

and make an appointment.

Yeah.

Dr. Chandler: I'm SURE
YOU UNDERSTAND, LEGALLY,

I can't divulge any information
about my patients.

Yes, of course,
but this particular patient

is severely delusional,

and you're an internist,
not a psychiatrist,

so hypothetically,
why would he think

that you could solve
his problems?

Well, hypothetically,
Dr. Pierce,

if somebody came to me
complaining of the effects

of exposure to e.L.F. Waves,

I wouldn't consider
his complaints delusional.

I would treat him the same way

I treat
my other e.H.S. Patients.

E.H.S.?
What's that?

Electromagnetic
hypersensitivity.

Some people believe
that exposure to things

like cellphones and wi-fi units
can cause migraines, fatigue,

sleeplessness, dizziness,
memory problems.

Is that even
a real thing?

Officially, no.

But there aren't
any good studies to prove it

because the government's in bed
with the communications industry

and refuses to fund
the research.

So, how do you treat
these people?

I alleviate their symptoms
with medication,

and I help them find ways

to minimize their exposure
to radiation.

But Alex white isn't just
another e.H.S. Patient.

He believes the government's
at war with his brain.

He fired a gun
into a crowd of people.

So, hypothetically, if a patient
like that came to you

and said that your treatments
weren't working,

what would you
tell him to do?

Hypothetically?

I would tell him
to eliminate his exposure

to all
electromagnetic sources.

Is that even possible?

There's one place in America
you can do that.

It's called
the quiet zone.

We think Alex white
might have fled there.

It's 13,000 square Miles
in Virginia and West Virginia

where electromagnetic radiation
is highly restricted.

THE FEDS SET IT UP IN THE '50s

to protect the radio telescopes
near green bank.

Protect them from what?

Even small amounts
of electricity can interfere

with the telescopes,
so cellphone towers,

radio stations,
wi-fi devices --

they've all virtually been
eliminated.

Yeah,
but even if white is there,

he's a needle in a haystack.
Maybe not.

The most highly restrictive area

is within a 10-mile radius
of the telescopes.

That's where I'd go.

I'll issue
a couple of travel vouchers.

We have to fly?

Couldn't you postpone the trip
for a couple of days?

Donnie, this man
is a dangerous fugitive.

Look, Kate, this dinner tomorrow
is a huge deal.

It's really important
that you be there.

Are you saying that your career
is more important than mine?

That's not what I'm saying.
But we're a team.

This could be really great
for both of us.

No. This could be really great
for you,

because you want to be
in the spotlight

and have your picture
in the paper,

and I don't care about
any of that stuff.

You think that this
is all about my ego?

I thought you said
you were behind me.

I said that I support your
decision to run for office.

I never said that my career
could take a back seat to yours.

Hey, I never --
and you know what?

I'm not gonna jump through
hoops for your hot little
campaign manager, either.

What's that
supposed to mean?

You told her
about your affair.

I thought that was private.

Wouldn't you rather
she heard it from me

than from some
tabloid journalist?

I'm not gonna try
to spin it for the press,

I'm not gonna pretend

that I have some secret
oatmeal cookie recipe,

and I'm probably gonna miss
a lot more of your events

because of my career,

so if that's gonna be
an issue for you,

then I think we should
reconsider this whole thing.

This whole thing?

I mean running for office.

Guy from Chicago
won't last long out there.

Even the old timers have to
come down for supplies.

And would one of these
old timers recognize

someone new on their turf?

Maybe,
but a lot of city people

have been coming here
in the last few years.

The rumor is our town

will cure them
of one thing or another.

You believe that?

[ Chuckles ]

I think just getting out
of the damn city

makes them feel better.

People here
actually talk to each other.

Kids read books.

If you want
to know something,

you go to the library
and you look it up.

Sounds like
your kind of place.

By the way, you need
to turn your cellphones off.

Oh, I'm a federal agent,
so I need my phone.

It's useless here.

You'd have to drive 50 Miles

before you even got
a sniff of a signal,

and cellphones interfere
with the telescopes.

They're real sensitive.
Right.

Thanks for shutting down
her phone, Ronnie.

I was getting
a bit of a headache.
My pleasure, Mary.

I, uh -- I couldn't help
overhearing your conversation.

I might be able to help you find
the guy you're looking for.

Do you know Alex white?

No, but I was on a run
this morning

and heard automatic gunfire
near the top of Charley Ridge.

Did you see
anyone up there?

This man or this car?
Didn't see anybody.

Just heard "pop, pop, pop, pop"
really loud.

I know the spot
she's talking about.

I'll take you up there.
Great.

Oh, Daniel,
you can't come.

What?

Hey, wait, I crammed myself
into a flying death trap

to get here and now you're
sidelining me?

You're a neuroscientist.
You're not a cop.

We have a suspect who might have
an automatic weapon.

When we get him in custody,
then you can talk to him.

Well, I...

You're a long way from home,
super goose.

Order the suds and mud --
house specialty.

So,
you're a neuroscientist.

I saw a lot of different
specialists --

allergists, neurologists.

None of them could ever figure
out what was wrong with me.

So,
you suffer from e.H.S.?

Not since I moved
to green bank.

[ Chuckles ]

Actually,
I'm a living case study.

When did you start
having symptoms?

Seven years ago.

I was a journalist in D.C.

Until the migraines
and chronic fatigue got so bad

I couldn't work anymore.

So, I came here,
rented a house,

and within weeks,
I was a new woman.

That's why I wrote a book
about it.

Well, less stress,
clean air --

I mean, that might have
something to do with it.

Then why did my head
start pounding

the minute your friend walked in
with her smartphone?

[ Gun cocks ]

FBI!
Drop your weapon!

Whoa, whoa, whoa! Hey.

I got a license for this gun,
lady.

Semi-automatic, fully legal.

Tell her, sheriff.

I know him, agent moretti.
Name's Gary Williams.

He comes down here
from Charleston a
couple times a month.

A man's got a right to his
second amendment privileges.

Gary.
You seen anybody up here today?

Uh, just that lady
from D.C.

Mary morrison?

Yeah. She was jogging,
stopped by, said hi.

That's about it.

Mary knew
that he wasn't Alex white.

She sent us
on a wild goose chase.

Admit it, Dr. Pierce.

Don't you feel
a little different

since you've been
in the quiet zone?

It's beautiful.
It's beautiful, but I --

if you're asking do I think
it's gonna cure what ails me,

I'd have to say no.

Well, even if you're
not aware of it,

I'm sure your body
appreciates being here.

Human beings weren't designed
to be bombarded by radiation.

Oh! My God. I'm sorry.

That's Alex white.
You know him.

He's bear bait.
Go get him, smokey.

How am I supposed to
do that?!

Grab her keys.
I don't drive.

Who are you talking to?

Buddy, this is a 10-33.

An emergency.
I got to call Kate.

Cellphone-free zone,
partner.

Hey!

[ Grunts ]

Dr. Pierce,
this is my truck!

What are you waiting for?
Drop the hammer on this guy.

I haven't done this
in over 20 years.

No time for a 10-7, pal.
Grow a pair.

Dr. Pierce, this is ridiculous.
Somebody help me!

Get out right now!

Hey!

Come back here!

[ Tires squeal ]

How you gonna catch
this fly-boy?

You're driving
like a flatlander.

This was your
asinine idea.

Not only have I lost Alex,

I-I'm gonna get arrested
for car theft.

Easy now. A good Fisherman's
got to think like a fish.

Okay. So, if I were paranoid
with delusions of persecution --

you are paranoid
with delusions of persecution.

And I had arithmomania,
where would I go?

Five...

Here we go.

That's your 99,
buddy.

Wrong way.
Where you going?

Back to get Kate.

[ Sighs ]

Negatory on the flip flop,
buddy.

You ain't going
anywhere now.

[ GUN COCKS ]
Alex: DON'T MOVE.

Okay.

Okay, now --
now turn around.

Turn around!

Hello, Alex.

Be quiet!

Now walk.

You sent us up the Mountain
on false pretenses, Mary.

I want to know why.

More importantly,
where's Dr. Pierce?

I don't know.
He took my truck.

That's bullshit.
He doesn't drive.

Her wagoneer's
not out front.

Somebody took it.

If Daniel Pierce
got behind the wheel of a car,

it would have to be a matter
of life or death.

Or Alex white.

He was here, wasn't he?

I swear to God, if you don't
tell me the truth right now,

I will throw your ass
in prison

for lying to a federal agent
and harboring a fugitive.

Now, you tell me everything
you know about Alex white.

Alex read my book and started
writing me months ago.

He was suffering.

So I told him to come here.

Last night,
he just showed up.

Was he armed?
Not that I saw.

He was upset, scared,

so I told him
he should get some rest

and that we'd meet here
for breakfast.

When I overheard you were
looking for him, I panicked.

So you sent us up the
Mountain to make sure we
wouldn't run in to him.

Alex is a good person,
but he's sick.

I thought if he could just
stay here for a little while,

he would get better
like I did.

Alex is psychotic
and extremely dangerous.

What he needs is professional
help, not fresh air.

Now, now.

Is he staying at your place,
Mary?

No.

Up by Smith hollow
in one of those old cabins.

How did you find me?

It's, uh, cabin number four.

It's -- it's your special
number, isn't it?

Who told you that?

No one. No one. I just --

you're monitoring my thoughts,
using e.L.F. To track me.

No, no, no, no.
Alex, I-I --

you're a government agent.
Admit it!

No.
Who do you work for? CIA? NSA?
The trilateral commission?

I'm a doctor, Alex.

I know Dr. Chandler.

You know --
you know Dr. Chandler?

Yes. He's -- he's very worried
about you, and -- and so am I.

That's -- that's why I came
here -- to try to help you.

I don't believe you.

You work for them!
You work for them!

You must have a transmitter.
Turn around!

I-I-I-I-I don't have
any technology.

Turn around!

I promise.
A-a-and no -- no weapons.

Don't move.

What's that?

Turn around.
What is this?

Not a government agent,
huh?

You're a liar!

You're a liar!

176, 704, 2,812.

No, no, you're wrong.

It's 16. 2,816.

52 divided by 4 is 13.

What?

You --
you also like 13, right?

13 is perfect.

It's, um,
one and three make four.

"M" is the thirteenth letter,
and it's made of four lines.

It's like...

Look. So, it's magic.

It's a Morgan silver dollar.

"Morgan" starts with "m."

It's the only silver coin
with 13 stars -- 13.

1921.

That adds up to 13.

Yes.

You're very good at math,
Alex.

I love numbers.

They don't lie.

But people do.

Yeah.

It's hard to know
who you can trust.

You can trust me, Alex.

I promise.

I-I-I just want to help you.

Take the flank.
Go on my signal.

Alex, this is
the pocahontas county sheriff.

You got no place to go.

Release Dr. Pierce and come out
with your hands in the air.

Go.

[ Indistinct talking ]

[ Indistinct shouting ]

Move, move!

It's clear!

All right,
check out back!

Where in the hell
did they go?

255, 256, 257.

You sure?

257 purple flowers between here
and the edge of the lake.

Now there are 256.

Four to the fourth power.

[ As The Count ] PERFECT.

One, one flower!

[ Chuckles ]
The count from "sesame street."

He was my favorite.

[ As The Count ]
TWO, TWO FLOWERS! A-HA-HA!

[ Chuckles ]

For what it's worth,
I don't like the X-ray machine

in the federal building
any more than you do.

It's not an X-ray machine,
it's a --

actually, it is.
It is an X-ray machine, Alex.

But it's scary to get scanned
by that thing.

Um, the first time I saw it,

I wanted to run
out of the building.

I know you weren't trying
to hurt anyone

when you shot
at the machine.

You were just trying
to stop the voices.

How do you know
about the voices?

'Cause sometimes
I hear voices, too.

A lot of the time,
I think they're real.

But I've learned

that it's really just my mind
playing tricks.

Alex, do you still hear
the voices now?

Yeah.

But we're in the quiet zone.

E.L.F. Waves
can't reach you here, so...

Where are they coming from?

Man: I've GOT A SHOT.

They're just talking.
He's not threatening him.

Hold your fire.

Let's try to let Dr. Pierce
handle this.

I know a lot about the brain,
Alex.

And I know that yours and mine
don't always work right.

But I can help you
deal with the voices.

Will you let me do that?

Yeah.

Good.

Now, um...Why don't you --
you give me the gun?

He's gonna shoot Dr. Pierce.
Take the shot.

[ Gunshot ]

No!

No!

Alex.

13 saved me.

Kate:
Alex WAS INCREDIBLY LUCKY.

It's a miracle
he's gonna be okay.

The delusion that almost got him
killed saved his life.

I mean, do you understand
the mathematical probability

of that shot
hitting that coin?

The -- the diameter
of the bullet is --

is 7.62 millimeters,
traveling, what, 300 yards,

at a very sharp angle at a speed
of -- of almost three thou--

[ sighs ]

Arithmomania seems to be
a little contagious.

It is quiet here.

Uh-huh.

So why can't I
just enjoy it?

Might have something to do
with the mosquitoes

and the chewing tobacco.
[ Chuckles ]

I keep thinking I should be at
that dinner of Donnie's tonight,

but the truth is I'm actually
glad that I'm not there.

[ Chuckles ]
Is that terrible?

It's perfectly understandable

that you don't want
to spend the evening

in the company of a bunch
of sleazy politicos.

It's not even
the sleazy politicos.

It's that campaign adviser
in the tight skirt.

Kate,
I-I don't think Donnie --

I know.

I just have all these awful
thoughts in my head.

It's like a constant
background noise

telling me that Donnie's
gonna cheat on me again.

Over the years,

I've learned that I can't
make my voices go away,

but I can try to figure out

if they're helping me
or hurting me.

And if they're not helping,

I try like hell
not to listen to them.

Excuse me a minute?

Thank you so much.
We'll see you again soon.

[ Cellphone buzzing ]

Donnie, I want you to meet
Richard Dunn.

Richard
is one of our biggest donors.

Richard,
so good to meet you.

Hey, it's Donnie.
I can't take your call.
Please leave a message.

Um, hey, don. It's me.

Uh, we're gonna be heading back
pretty soon.

I just wanted to say
that I'm sorry

about the way that I acted...

And wish you luck tonight.

But I know you're gonna be
great, so...

I love you, okay?

Bye.

Daniel: SCIENCE TELLS US
THAT NOISE IS UNHEALTHY.

Even low-level noise
in our cities and offices

increases anxiety and interferes
with brain function.

Traffic, media chatter,
chirping phones,

and tweeting computers damage
our ability to learn and focus,

increases our heart rates,
blood pressure, and aggression.

But imagine if the noise
wasn't just on the outside,

but it was even louder
inside your head.

We need quiet...
[ Chuckles ]

...inside and out,
to think clearly, to heal.

In our modern world, true quiet
is as rare as a truly dark sky.

So when you find it,

the silence reveals
an unexpected beauty,

just like the darkness reveals
the milky way.

[ Laughter ]

Well, not if I have anything
to do with it.

[ Laughter ]

Donnie: I KNOW.
I TOLD THEM THE SAME THING.

[ Chuckling ]
YOU KNOW WHAT?

That's the best idea
I've heard all night.

Excuse us, fellas.

You were amazing tonight.

Really?

You were
completely charming.

All the donors loved you.
Oh.

You should feel great.

I know. I know.

I do.
I just wish Kate were here.

Don't worry.

There will be plenty more
opportunities

for Kate to see you shine.

But right now,
we should enjoy the moment --

celebrate.

To the next alderman
of the fifth ward.

[ Bottles clink ]

Congratulations.

[ Smooches ]

[ Chuckles ]

Oops. [ Chuckles ]
We can't have that.

[ Chuckles ]