All language subtitles for Brilliant Minds s01e09 The Colorblind Painter.eng

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Emotion can dictate
how we see the world.

Excitement, for instance, can
make everything appear brighter.

[ Woman laughing ]
Life in Technicolor.

? Kissin' your lips
in the morning ?

? And maybe
it's for the last time ?

What are you thinking?

Nothing.
Why?

I just know your thinking face.

You do it like 99%
of the time--

sometimes even
when you're sleeping.

Not that I watch you sleep
or anything.

I am thinking that we shouldn't
tell anyone at work about this.

Don't worry.
I'm with you.

I've got enough drama in my
life anyway.

Mm. Exactly.

If there is one thing

that spreads faster than a virus
in a hospital, it's gossip.

This is fun.

Uncomplicated fun.

Let's keep it that way.

? You get your case
from the closet ?

We still have an hour
before rounds.

When you're in a good mood,
colors look more vivid.

They're even a form
of expression.

For instance, we say red is
the color of passion.

[ Bell chimes ]

Or a patient might describe
themselves as feeling blue.

But it's more
than just a metaphor.

Color can also cause emotions
in us.

Maybe the yellow of a sunrise
gives a person hope.

Someone woke up
on the right side of the bed.

[ Snorts ]
Whose bed do you think it was?

Can you go two seconds
without thinking about sex?

Wolf does have a glow.

Yeah. Come on, Ericka.
Don't be jealous.

The guy clearly got laid.
Good for him.

[ Sighs ]
At least someone around here

has got enough time
for a little lovin'.

But imagine a world
without color.

How would it make us feel?

How could we feel?

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Josh, hi.
Um, it's me.

I think I just missed your call,
uh, again.

So... you're right.

This probably would be
easier if I had a cellphone.

[ Chuckles ]

Anyway, uh,
I hope that you're having fun

at the conference...
if that's even possible.

Um, just, uh, call me back
whenever you can.

I'm here, okay?
Bye.

[ Knocking ]
- Dr. Wolf. Hello.

I'm Angelika Delaney
with the Brooks-Everett Gallery.

We spoke on the phone.
- Of course.

Please have a seat, Ms. Delaney.

I can't express
how grateful I am to you

for making the time to see me.

Dr. Stewart at Presbyterian West
says you are one of the best.

I'm sure she said more
than that,

and in more colorful language
if I know Dr. Stewart at all.

How can I help you?
- Oh, it's not for me.

I'm here on behalf of my client,
Gabriel Ferguson.

He's one of the most talented
artists I've ever worked with.

But out of nowhere,
he has stopped painting.

He says it's his head.
Migraines.

I don't know.
I can't get a full story.

Gabe's never been great
about letting people in.

Here. I will write down the
address where you can find him.

Oh, uh, I have so many patients
here who need my attention.

So if you could arrange to have
him come see me--

I've tried.

He won't talk to me.

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Why would he listen to me?

I've done my homework,
Dr. Wolf.

I don't bring just anyone
to my clients.

You care about what you do,

and from what I hear,
it's your craft.

My client respects a man
with a craft.

Please.

He has a show
at the end of the month,

and if he doesn't deliver, it
will be the end of his career.

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[ Engine revving ]

[ Knock on door ]

Hello?

Anybody here?

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[ Switch clicks ]

My paintings aren't
for touching.

I-I'm so sorry.
I didn't mean--

Did the gallery send you?
Was it Angelika?

God. That woman is
like a dog with a bone.

I'm not with the gallery.
My name is Dr. Oliver Wolf.

I'm a neurologist
at Bronx General.

Ms. Delaney sought me out.
- Look.

I'm fine.

I'm sure there are people
who actually need your help,

but that's not me.

Sorry you wasted your time.

I understand.

But it would bother me
if I didn't ask.

Ms. Delaney mentioned
the headaches?

Haven't you ever told
a white lie, Doctor?

I was just trying to buy a
little extra time with my work.

O-Okay.
Um...

I'm sorry that I-I interrupted
your day.

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Are-- Are these both yours?

That's from a while back--
Paris, 1994.

Blue bananas.
Interesting.

Weren't you leaving?

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How long have you been
color-blind?

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[ Chuckles softly ]
"Color-blind," he said,

as if I just mistake red
for green.

Try all I see is black
and white.

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Everything's like
burnt charcoal.

So unless you're here
to tell me you can fix that...

...there's the door.

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I miss everything about him.

The way he smelled,

the way he made me feel like
the only woman in the world.

I keep trying to pinpoint
where it all went wrong.

I-I was too eager,
too available.

Mm.
Tell me more about that.

I always let him call
the shots.

Like... the time when he took me
away for my birthday.

[ Chuckles ] He picked
this tiny little town upstate.

And then he refused to leave
the hotel room all weekend.

And I just let him have
his way,

even though it felt like he was
embarrassed to be seen with me.

Oh. I didn't realize the two
of you had traveled together.

Just the once.

You know, my mom was always the
"go along to get along" type.

Maybe if she'd voiced
a single opinion,

my dad wouldn't have cheated
on her.

Well, I can see
how you'd internalize silence

for weakness.

How do you think
your family history influenced

your thoughts on dating
a married man?

When did I say he was married?

Oh.
I-I'm sorry. It...

The way you talk about him,
I must have assumed.

Oh.

And that's our time.

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Okay. Sounds good.
I'll see you this weekend.

Okay.
I love you, too.

- Ericka's gonna kill you.
- What?

If you're trying to sneak
her baby carrots,

she'll go straight
for your carotid.

[ Chuckles softly ]
Copy that.

So, who were you talking to?

What?

Come on, man.
On the phone.

Who are we going to see
this weekend?

Uh, nobody.

Oh, okay.
Okay. I get it.

You don't kiss and tell.

But first Wolf and now you, man.

I don't know where the love bug
is, but it needs to come my way.

Van, send it this way.
- All right.

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When did you first notice
the chance in your vision?

About six months ago.
I was in a car accident.

After that, it was like
my whole world became

a black-and-white movie.

And to be clear, I don't like
black-and -white movies.

- Now tell me about the accident.
- It was nothing.

My car hit black ice,
went into a ditch.

- Did you hit your head?
- Nothing crazy.

Three stitches.

But... the next morning,
everything was...

...different.

What is all this?

This is Holmgren's wool test.

This will help me understand
the severity of your condition.

Um, choose the piece of yarn

that most closely matches
this shade.

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- I don't know.
- It's okay.

Gabriel, when is the last time
you left your studio?

I go outside in the world.
It's-- It's ugly. Gray.

Food looks like it's been left
to rot.

People don't even look like
people anymore.

They're alien.

I used to love to paint
the world,

and now I can barely stand
to look at it.

It's just easier
to stay inside.

I don't know.
It...

Is a life like that
even worth living?

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If you're willing,
I think that it might be best

for us to have this
conversation at the hospital.

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I can't believe I'm looking at
Gabriel Ferguson's brain.

It's so cool.

- You've heard of him?
- Mm-hmm.

I read a piece in The New Yorker
about him a few years ago.

Almost made me want to drop out
of med school

and pursue the arts.

Almost.
- I read that same piece.

He talks about his expressive
use of color to evoke emotion.

This guy's work's incredible.

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Looks like an entirely
unremarkable MRI to me.

Which in itself is remarkable,

considering he was in
a car accident.

[ Pager beeps ]
- Sorry.

I'm being slammed
with ED consults.

I'm not trying to sound callous,
but how urgent is this?

The guy's color-blind--
not nothing--

but compared to Mr. Blanc's
third ventricular tumor,

this is kind of small potatoes,
isn't it?

Dr. Dang, this man has lost
the one thing

that helped him make sense
of the world.

Color is about more
than pigment for this patient.

And I'm afraid without it,

he's losing a crucial part
of himself.

Okay. So, uh,
what are we working with?

Well, looks like
his fundoscopic exam

came back normal, so it's
not a problem with the retina.

So his eyes are
mechanically fine.

Which means there's a deficit
at the level

of the brain's ability
to detect and process color.

That's exactly right.

Jacob and Van, I want you to
look further into this accident.

Ericka, get a full detailed
medical history from Gabriel.

And, Dana, finish with the ED

and then I want you to start
admin papers in H&P.

I want to admit Gabriel.
He shouldn't be alone now.

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Mm. Can we trade weekends
at the end of the month?

I scored Knicks tickets,
and I'd love to bring Maya.

Was it just sex with her?

Was it just sex or...
was there something more?

Carol, we've been over this
a million times.

She meant nothing.

What do I have to do
for you to believe me,

take a lie-detector test?

You said you had that
stem-cell conference in Philly

over Presidents' Day weekend.

Was that a lie?

Morris, where you with her?
- Where is this coming from?

No.

Of course not.

I'm trying to be patient here.

I want to give you all the time
and space that you need.

But how long are you gonna
keep us all in limbo?

You put us here, Morris,
not me.

And I regret it
every single day.

Maybe we should talk about
counseling again.

Don't let one night
that meant nothing

destroy 20 years
that mean everything.

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I love you.

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At some point,
we've got to move on.

[ Exhales sharply ]

Easy for you to say.

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How long do I have to
stay here?

Uh, just until we can get
a better sense

of what's causing
your condition.

[ Chuckles softly ]

Doctors and politicians.

Can't get a straight answer
out of either of them.

I know what it's like
to live without a sense

and to feel disconnected
from everyone as a result.

I have prosopagnosia.

Everyone looks the same.

I can recognize individual
features and expressions,

but I cannot distinguish faces.

And some days,
if I'm caught off guard,

I can't even recognize
my own reflection.

So I'm a stranger to myself.

I'm constantly startled
by who I see or don't see.

So I understand what
you're going through, Gabriel.

You done?

[ Siren wailing in distance ]

- Yes.
- Good. Look.

I don't know who
you couldn't help in the past

that makes you feel like
you need to save everyone

in front of you,
but I'm not your guy.

Either fix this or send me home.

Man, where'd you disappear to?

Afternoon delight
with the mystery girl?

- Don't start.
- Aw, come on, Markus.

Who is she, man?
Stop holding out on me.

Wait. It's not someone
at the hospital, is it?

Don't you have that, uh,
delirium consult

at the ortho service?

Already handled.
Don't worry about my business.

You just keep handling yours, playboy.

Hey.
What did you guys get?

Hospital records.

Post car accident, strangely,
doesn't look his head trauma

was severe enough
to even cause color blindness.

I mean, his previous doctors
didn't even order a CT scan.

I'm not sure head trauma
would even be the cause.

He said it started the morning
after the accident.

- Hence the mystery.
- Check this out.

Police report
from Gabriel's accident.

He was trapped in the car for
hours before someone found him.

And he wasn't alone.
- A fatality.

His ability to see color
isn't the only thing

Gabriel lost that night.

He lost his wife.

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We have reviewed
all of your test results,

considering the car accident,

what you have is called
acquired cerebral achromatopsia.

Total color-blindness.

It wasn't caused by the impact
of the crash,

but during the time
you were trapped in the car

you were exposed to a toxic
level of carbon monoxide,

which led to damage
to the part of the brain

responsible for processing
color.

It's an odorless gas.
You wouldn't even have known.

But a few minutes longer in that
car, and you could have died.

This is permanent.
That's what you're telling me?

This is... this is it.

That's what I'm telling you.

?

Gabriel, is there anything else
you'd like to... share...

...about the accident?

?

Nope.

I know it doesn't feel like it,
but a diagnosis is progress.

We have a place to start now.

You know, the last thing I do
is give a painting a name...

because then it's finished.

You've put a name to my problem.

It feels like I'm finished now.

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I need to see Dr. Pierce.
Page her if you need to.

Dr. Pierce has a full schedule,

and you don't have
an appointment.

No. Please.
You don't understand.

This is a medical emergency.

The pills she prescribed me
are messing with my head.

Look, ma'am. Like I said,
I can set you up with a--

Am I in the Twilight Zone?

I don't want to talk
to anybody else.

I want to talk to Dr. Pierce!

So just go to her office

and tell her
that Alison Whittaker needs her.

Ms. Whittaker,
uh, I'm Dr. Dang.

And I-I'm not a psychiatrist,

but I did lose it
on my therapist once

when she couldn't squeeze me in
on a Saturday.

I actually hung up on her.

True story.
I watched it all go down.

Yeah.

I'm sorry for yelling.

I feel like my emotions
are running amok.

Um, well, here.
Come-- Come sit.

Come sit.

I have something
that might help.

I have a hookup in OB/GYN.
and they use aromatherapy

to help soothe expecting moms
during labor.

So, the olfactory senses can
help ease the nervous system.

May I?

[ Indistinct conversations,
phone ringing ]

[ Exhales deeply ]
Therapy is so weird.

You pour your soul out
for someone,

and it feels like
they're totally invested in you.

And then you hear
those three dreaded words--

"That's our time."

And then it's like
they can't get you

out of their office
fast enough.

Sometimes I wonder if Dr.
Pierce cares about me at all.

She does care.

She's completely invested
in her patients.

- When they have an appointment.
- That's not true.

Dr. Pierce actually came to me
recently

because she was really worried
about you.

She hadn't heard from you
in a few days,

and she wanted help
tracking you down.

If that's not a psychiatrist
who cares,

I don't know what is.

Thank you.

I needed to hear that.

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It's not just the loss
of colors for Gabriel.

It's the...
the loss of the feelings

he associates with them--

the people, the places,
even the sounds.

Gabriel lost the foundation
of his art, his livelihood.

- His self.
- Yes.

And the loss of feeling is as
much an obstacle to his healing

as the loss of color itself.

Gabriel lost his person,

and that is not an easy thing
to accept.

Are we still talking about
my patient,

or are we talking about you?
- This is not about me, sir.

Out of curiosity,
how are things with Morris?

[ Sighs ]

Let me steal a page
out of your book.

How are you feeling?

Stupid... for still loving him.

- Well, you're not.
- Mm.

I chose him.

I chose to love him, to spend
the rest of my life with him,

to start a family with him.

And Morris is
an incredible father.

I have to think about what's
best here for Maya, too.

I...I can't just tear
our family apart.

Hey, you didn't do this.
Morris did.

And I want to forgive him.

I do.

I...

I don't know what my life
looks like without him in it.

[ Up-tempo rock music plays ]

? I'll stare
into the darkness ?

? Come the ride or die ?

? I'll shed my skin with you ?

? Come the ride or die ?

? One, two, ready or not
and three... ?

[ Knock on door ]

[ Music playing in distance ]

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Looking big, my guy.

What kind of split are you on?
- Can we just do this?

My mom could be back any second.

Same stuff as last time.
Remember, don't overdo it.

This stuff can be
kind of intense.

Side effects may include--
- Carpal tunnel,

insulin resistance,
hormonal imbalance, acromegaly.

I got it.

Here's the cash.

?

You ever try magic mushrooms?

Craziest feeling in the world.
Your dreams will come to life.

See colors
you've never experienced.

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Psychedelics.

This is how Gabriel
will see color again

and come to terms
with his reality-- psilocybin.

I get that he might see
the illusion of colors

when he's high,
but that'll fade.

Unless you plan to give him
psychedelics constantly,

which sounds... problematic.

Since the car accident, Gabriel
has been locked

in a state of grief,
unable to move forward.

But psychedelics can open
the brain.

He didn't damage the actual
color centers,

just the pathways,
but we can create new ones.

He can confront the traumatic
event, find peace, move on.

Yes. Exactly.

Gabriel still has color
in his mind,

even if his brain
can't recognize it.

I've read about psychedelics
and depression.

The results are mixed,
but there has been improvement,

even after just a few rounds
of therapy.

But what's the mechanism?

Neuroplasticity-- the brain's
ability to change itself.

Psilocybin encourages neurons
to work through connections

they wouldn't generally use
and to create new synapses.

And break Gabriel's
traumatic cycle.

We could temporarily reawaken
the color in his mind.

Not to be a stick in the mud,
but psychedelic therapy

isn't exactly legal
in the state of New York.

- Narc.
- Ericka's right.

To do this aboveboard
with a clinical trial

would take time--
months, maybe.

Then let's just say our
patient is the newest subject

of the clinical trial.

- Okay. Whose trial?
- Mine.

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[ Mid-tempo classical music
playing ]

Any chance there's some
Dolly Parton in the rotation?

[ Chuckles ]

Uh, I'm afraid not, no.

Uh, it's been about 30 minutes.

How are you feeling?
- My toes tingle.

I'll say this is a treatment
I could get behind.

[ Chuckles ]
Well, that's a good sign.

Just try and relax, Gabriel.
This is your journey.

Your mind will take you
wherever you need to go.

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[ Laughing ]

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What are you seeing?

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Her.

I see her.

[ Music slows, continues ]

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[ Exhales deeply ]

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Please.

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Bring her back.

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[ Birds chirping ]

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Did you enjoy your rest?

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Dad?

Psilocybin.
That's a development.

You know, I really like what
your mom's done with the house.

I never wanted to reupholster
that chair,

but the blue really works.

?

The last time I saw you...
in the woods, where'd you go?

That wasn't my best day.

I'm sorry I left you alone.

But I wasn't as far away
as you think.

I've been with you,
just right here.

I meant that I said--
I'll never leave you.

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So, how's school going?

What are you doing for fun?

Any girls in your life?

Uh...

...actually, Dad, I-I...
I like guys.

?

Any guy in particular?

Yeah.
There, uh...

there was one, a while ago.

But, uh, Mom put an end to it.

She drove him away,
just like she did with you.

You're too hard on your mom.

And you want to know a secret?

She's usually right.

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I want to know more about you.
Tell me everything.

What'd I miss?

I haven't talked about her
since the funeral.

It was too hard.

Why did I deserve life
and not her?

Ah.
That's an impossible question.

What was her name?
- Amber.

I never thought I'd see her
like that again, and in color.

And-- And when I did,
in that-- that brief moment...

...she made my world beautiful.

She gave it color.

The but the accident didn't
take away your memory of her.

But she's fading
more every day.

I'm-- I'm forgetting
how the world used to look...

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...how she looked.

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Then paint her--
the way you used to see her.

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- Dr. Pierce, you got a minute?
- I'm running late for a meeting.

It's about Alison Whittaker.

She was in earlier and seemed
on the verge of a breakdown.

We talked her off the ledge,
but you might want to follow up.

Noted. I will reach out.
Thank you.

Most of her distress
stemmed from feelings

that you weren't invested
in her recovery.

Well, I will let her know
that is not the case.

She seemed pretty reassured
when I told her

you'd been worried about her

and wanted our help
tracking her down.

You told her what?

Well, she was in a state,
and you were unavailable.

We were de-escalating

what could've been
a mental-health crisis.

- You're welcome.
- Excuse me?

You are interns.

Neurology interns.

When I need your help,
I'll ask for it.

Remember that the next time

you want to interfere
with my patients.

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[ Indistinct talking on P.A. ]

So just initial here,

and you should be all set
to go home.

You ought to take that down...
before it kills somebody.

[ Phone ringing ]

Poor guy.

Losing the woman he loves.
Can you imagine?

All right, man.
For real, cut it out.

All the jokes, the guessing--
just stop.

I'm not hooking up with anybody,

especially not anyone
who works at the hospital.

Van, relax, man.
I didn't even mean it like that.

I'm just saying...
it sucks about our patient.

That's all.

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[ Beep ]
- Dr. Nichols, uh, it's Dr. Wolf.

I hope that this neurosurgical
conference is enlightening.

Your absence is felt at Bronx...
so I've heard.

Uh-- Um, I heard that... today.

I have a patient who hates me.

So you'll love him.

A painter with cerebral
achromatopsia.

That's ironic, isn't it?

And, uh--
[ Beep ]

If you would like to listen
to your message, press 1.

To delete, press 2.

[ Receiver rattles ]

[ Exhales deeply ]
[ Phone rings ]

Josh?

Oh. No. I'm sorry.
I thought you were someone else.

Oh, just slow-- slow down.
Slow down. What's going on?

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Okay. No. Don't do anything
until I get there.

I'm on my way.

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[ Engine revving ]

You're out of your mind!

Gabe, stop this.
Stop!

[ Grunts ]
[ Canvas tearing ]

I can't look at it anymore!

Please help him.
I don't know what to do.

- Gabriel.
- You've got to help him.

I tried, Dr. Wolf.

I tried to paint,
to remember her, like you said.

But you were wrong!

I'm never gonna see normally
again!

I don't want to live like this!

I...I can't live without her.

- [ Gasps ]
- Yes, you can.

Gabriel...
I know what you're doing,

because I've done it myself--
shutting everyone out,

angry at yourself,
angry at the world.

But all of this
is only gonna hurt you,

and none of it
is gonna bring her back.

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Think of Amber.

What would she want you to do
right now?

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[ Static hissing,
knock on door echoing ]

How are you feeling?

Pedialyte and aspirin.
- Super.

I've got a doctor
who prescribes groceries.

- [ Sighs ]
- What are you doing?

Uh, I think I left my wallet
at the bodega across the street.

Hold on.

Your wallet's on the counter
by the cash register.

What...

You can see that in the dark?

Yep.

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Uh...

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[ Marker sliding ]

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Are you able to read
what I just wrote?

You don't have to do this.

My commissions are due
in two weeks.

I have nothing to show,

so I'm officially relieving you
of your duty

to uphold the Hippocratic oath
or whatever.

Please.
Just indulge me.

I can't read that in this light.
Can you?

?

You wrote my dead wife's name.

Okay.
So what does that mean?

That you can see
what others can't.

It's incredible.

Without color,

your brain must be sensitive
to wavelengths of light

undetectable
by the typical eye.

What's too dark for most people,
your eyes are able to see.

And how do you explain
the rest of the time,

when I can't even
make out objects at all?

Cars are just
floating headlights.

Right, because the color
of the car is likely too similar

a wavelength of light
to its background,

so they disappear, they
blur together into one form.

Dr. Wolf, I tried to paint
using my memory of color.

I did what you said,
and it didn't work.

I think what we need to do
is narrow your focus,

filter the light you see.

In essence... we can give you
an entirely new way of seeing.

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How's he doing?

Well, now that he has answers,

he's processing his reality
a little better.

But we can't reverse
the damage.

What else can we do for him?
- Well, for Gabriel...

the obstacle to moving forward
isn't just about color.

It's about feeling.

And right now all that he feels
is his wife missing,

like all of the color
in his world.

He needs a little help
seeing beauty right now.

So... I had these made.

What do those do?

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Wait.
What was that?

Why did you just hide
from Dr. Pierce?

Hmm?

Don't know
what you're talking about.

Why did you yell at my interns?

I did not yell.

What is going on?

Is this Morris?

- It's Alison.
- Alison your patient?

Do you feel guilty for
not seeing her anymore?

I'm still seeing her.
I never stopped.

But only because she asked me to
and because I want to help.

Carol, this is textbook
conflict of interest.

Yes. That is the one thing
I know for certain.

Everything else,
me and Morris...

I...

I don't even know
how we got here.

Was it me?

Look, I'm not gonna
sit up here

and pretend like I've been
the perfect wife,

but I have fought
for this marriage.

And now I-I'm sacrificing
my career.

And for what?

For the truth
that I may never get?

Carol, this has gone too far.

You know what you need to do.

?

Hey. I didn't tell Jacob
anything about us, okay?

He overheard something
totally unrelated

and he made an assumption,
but he doesn't know.

I swear I didn't say a word.
- What if he finds out?

I don't want to be known
as the girl

who sleeps around
with her co-workers.

Who else are you sleeping with?

What?
Nobody.

That is not the point.

I don't want anyone talking
about me.

You know, for the first time in
my life, I thought, "Screw it.

Have some fun, Ericka."

This is starting to feel
so messy, Van,

and that is not what
either of us signed up for.

?

Maybe this was a mistake.

[ Indistinct talking on P.A. ]

[ Siren wailing in distance ]

Comfortable?

And unattractive.

Is every medical device
required to be so ugly?

I happen to think
they're incredibly stylish.

[ Laughs ]

The filter in the lenses
should help distinguish objects

that are too similar
in wavelength

so things stop blurring
together.

The glasses should help you
work with your vision

instead of against it.

Losing an aspect of your vision

is different from losing
a point of view.

Gabriel, you don't just see
in black and white.

You see shades of gray
that so many people never will.

How about a pair of glasses

that can make me see normally
again?

Someday, maybe.

There's a story by HG Wells--
"Country of the Blind"?

It's about a lost traveler

who stumbles across
a community of people

who have been blind
for centuries,

who have lost the very concept
of sight.

Now, they regard the traveler
as the peculiar one,

challenging our ideas
of what we perceive as normal.

This... is your new normal.

But adaptation doesn't mean
moving backward.

It doesn't mean...
fitting into the world.

It means letting people into
your world how you see it now.

?

I like to wake up early
to watch the sun rise.

Always have.

Every day since the accident...
it's been gray.

?

The sun.
Can you imagine?

I've been holding out hope

that one morning it'll be
glorious again, beautiful.

Well, Gabriel,
the way that you feel,

it affects how you see
the world.

So... maybe tomorrow the sunrise
can be beautiful again.

Maybe.

?

Take the paint away--
all of it.

?

Except the black and white.

I'm gonna need those.

?

Before you say anything,

I'm sorry for making
such a scene the other day.

I brought cookies
for the nurse I yelled at.

Not my finest moment.

We should probably talk about
adjusting my meds-- again.

I think it would be best

if your next psychiatrist
reconsidered your meds.

Next psychiatrist?
I just said I was sorry.

It won't happen again.
- I know you're struggling.

I also know about your
relationship with my husband,

and I won't be able
to treat you any longer.

I am referring you
to another psychiatrist.

I think you have me confused
with somebody else.

I can't give you what you need,
Alison.

I can't be objective.

But I do hope you get the help
you need.

?

He told me he was in love
with me.

?

You should know that.

Goodbye, Alison.

?

[ Exhales, inhales sharply ]

?

[ Bell chimes, button beeps ]

Hey. So, earlier on the phone,
I wasn't talking to a girl.

I was talking to my son.
He's 6 years old.

He lives with his mom, so I
don't get to see him that often.

?

Well, why didn't you
ever say anything?

Part of my life unrelated
to work,

and I'd like to keep it
that way.

Yeah, man.

Yeah. Of course.
I won't say anything to anyone.

Thank you.

No doubt.

I wasn't totally wrong, though.

I mean, six years too late,
but congrats on the sex.

[ Both chuckling ]

[ Bell chimes ]

A world without color
is not a world without emotion,

but it does ask for a new way

to express the feelings
inside us.

? I've come to offer ?

? And I've come to beg ?

? Well, I've come
to give you the key ?

?

? Spirals are spinnin' ?

? I'm lost in my head ?

There's this new research out
that they can use this enzyme

to extend the length
of telomeres in our cells.

If it works,
it may be able to slow down

the aging process in humans--
m-maybe even reverse it.

I mean, that's-- that's
pretty cool, isn't it, Dad?

Dad?

Maybe that is the gift
of a true artist,

to make us feel things
never felt before,

as if showing us
an unseen color.

?

Hi.
How are you?

Have you seen this one?

? So give me this detour ?

[ Indistinct conversations ]

Wow.
Gabriel really captured Wolf.

His essence.

It's all in the eyes.

Yeah, I feel like they're
saying something.

Yeah. Patient in room 7
needs an LP stat.

And while you're at it,
step into their shoes

and find out literally
everything about them

from the day
they were conceived.

I'm buying it
for your birthday.

Mm.
Good thing you can't afford it.

? And I hope that you feel it ?

Gabriel... this is incredible.

Some of my best work.

I have you to thank for that.

For getting me back to my art.

Well, thank you
for letting me in.

?

[ Phone ringing ]
Oh.

Gabe, come.
Let me show you off.

- Uh...
- Go ahead. Take it.

I should go entertain
the masses.

Absolutely. Enjoy.
Your work deserves to be seen.

Before you go, uh...
- Slide across with your finger.

Oh. Okay.
[ Ringing stops ]

Hey.
- [ Laughs ]

I was hoping I would hear
from you.

?

Yes, Maya.
I am on my way home now.

I ordered dinner.
Yes. I am in the car, literal--

Yes, I am!

?

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