Perception (2012–2015): Season 1, Episode 10 - Light - full transcript

My name is Wesley Sumter.

I've arranged for this video to be
released only in the event of my demise.

So if you are watching this,
then I have already been killed.

I was looking into the
suspicious deaths of...

Senator Ted Paulson,

software engineer Brian Willingham,

and Chicago Star-Herald
reporter David Alcott.

These men were all killed,

as part of a conspiracy to influence the

energy policy of The
United States government.

Anytime I asked too many questions,
I was stonewalled, threatened.



I went to the only person I
knew who could help me...

A friend...

With close connections to the FBI...

And asked him to launch an
official investigation.

If his experiences have been...

Anything like mine...

People have also dismissed his claims.

My death is proof...

Not only that my friend and
I are telling the truth.

But that these conspirators
will go to any extreme

for this truth not to come out!

So you're trying to tell me that this
guy actually predicted his own murder?

We haven't found a body.

So, as far as you know, this
could all be one big hoax.



We have a witness who says
that he saw Wesley killed,

and the shaky camera work tells
us that somebody shot the video,

and it could be that same
somebody who posted it online.

We want a C.A.R.T.
Unit to trace the I.P. Address.

Moretti...

Why is this so important to you?

Because our witness, the "friend"
that Wesley mentions in the video,

is my friend Daniel Pierce, and I
owe it to him to prove to everyone

that he's not as crazy as everybody thinks.

Hello?

Hello?

The food in this place is inedible.

If I'm still seeing you, then
the drugs are lousy, too.

There's not much I can do
about the food, I'm afraid,

but if the meds aren't working, I
can see about tweaking your dosage.

Natalie, what's with the getup?

I'm Caroline Newsome.

I'm a psychiatrist.
You're at Hubbard Memorial Center.

Wait.

- You're messing with me.
- No one's messing with you, Dr. Pierce.

You checked yourself in two days ago,

presenting with acute symptoms
of paranoid Schizophrenia.

I know my damn diagnosis.
I've been living with it for 25 years.

I know this is difficult for you.
I'm just trying to help.

I know what you're doing.

You're pretending to be somebody else...

So that I'll realize that...
That none of this is real.

This whole thing's a delusion.

- Dr. Pierce?
- Shh!

Dr. Pierce!

Lewicki.

- Lewicki!
- Doc. What are you doing?

- Where are you going?
- Tell me where I am.

Dr. Pierce, come back to your room.

You're in the hospital, Doc, okay?
I just brought you some puzzles.

- Are there other people here?
- Yes, there's a bunch of people.

There's orderlies and
nurses and the Doctor here.

- You can see her?
- Yes, I can see her.

- Describe her to me.
- What?

Tell me what she looks like!

20cc of valium, stat.

Okay, the Doctor here is
blonde with blue eyes...

No, no, no. No. No.

If you can see her, then that
means you're not real, either.

- No, no. Doc...
- None of this is real!

I'm sorry. I had to do that.

But this is what you hired
me for, remember, Doc?

To keep you straight.
To tell you what is real and what isn't.

Now, I'm telling you, Doc,
you're in the hospital,

and you're having a rough time.

But the lady here is gonna make you better.

Okay?

1x10
- Light -

You are gonna be able to
help him, aren't you?

He should improve once the
anti-psychotics kick in.

He thought that I was
someone named Natalie.

Do you know who that is?

Natalie is one of Doc's hallucinations.

He talks to her all the time about his...

His problems, his cases.

As weird as it sounds,
she's his best friend.

Excuse me, Dr. Newsome.

There's a woman here with the FBI.

She insists on seeing Dr. Pierce.

He's resting now.

I'm hoping he'll be ready for
visitors in a couple of days.

Nope. I need to see him today.

I'm sure you're just trying to do your job,

but my job is to take care of my patient.

Listen, I found out that the big delusion
that landed Daniel in this place

might not have been a delusion after all.

What do you mean?

Daniel claimed to have witnessed a murder,

but nobody believed him because
there was no evidence of a crime,

but now we have strong indications
that what Daniel saw was real.

He needs to know that.

Witnessing such a violent act may be the
reason he decompensated so quickly.

Reliving that incident right
now wouldn't be good for him.

Due respect, you don't know Daniel...

I do.

Knowing that what he saw was real
might help him get his dignity back.

It might help him start to get better.

I appreciate your concern,
but I'm his Doctor,

and I'll decide when he's stable
enough to talk about all of this.

Moretti.

Got the I.P. Address.

Video was posted from an
Internet café in Evanston.

Well, so, anybody could've sent it.

I checked credit-card
purchases at the café.

Someone named Alex Willingham
bought a decaf mocha

10 minutes before the video was uploaded.

That's the same last name as the
software engineer who committed suicide.

I ran a search. Got a pretty good
idea of where we can find him.

- Great.
- Thank you.

Alex? Alex Willingham?

Whoa, whoa, whoa!

Where you going in such a hurry, kid, huh?

I'm Agent Moretti.
This is Agent Probert, FBI.

We just want to ask you a couple questions.

I didn't want to do it.

Didn't want to do what?

I killed Wesley.

Me and my dad.

I mean, it was just us after
my mom left last year.

That must've been tough.

Yeah.

Then he started having trouble at work.

What kind of trouble?

He wouldn't tell me.

But he was nervous all the time.

Acting funny.

They said that he killed himself, but
I knew that he would never do that.

You thought it was an accident?

Somebody killed him.

Because of whatever was
going on at his work.

Besides your dad's unusual behavior,
do you have reason to believe

that anyone at his work could've
been involved in his death?

Well, I started googling Verteron,

and I found these blog posts from
someone called "Truth Bomb."

And he said that Verteron
had messed with the

software in the Senator's
plane to make it crash...

And that my dad was killed
because he found out.

Truth Bomb was Wesley.

Yeah.

I mean, he told me that my dad didn't
kill himself, that he was a hero...

And he was gonna expose
all these bad people.

We just needed to find
evidence to prove it.

And did you?

We got this reporter to help us.

But then he died in a car wreck,

so Wesley got this idea to talk with
some guy that worked with the FBI.

Daniel Pierce.

Wesley told me that if he was murdered,

it would convince this Pierce guy that
there really was some big conspiracy.

The FBI would have to investigate it.

I mean, I told him "no way."

I couldn't kill anybody...

Especially not him.

This guy was my friend.

He said it was the only way
to bring justice for my dad.

Listen, Alex, I understand.

Okay?

I know that you did this for your dad.

Now it's time to tell me
how you pulled it off.

Wesley got this guy to
the spot we picked out.

My dad had this crossbow for deer hunting,

and Wesley said the arrow
wouldn't leave any blood.

So I shot him.

I shot again.

I scared the other guy away.

Then I got rid of the second arrow.

What about the body?

Wesley got this idea...

To bury a tarp under the dirt...

So all I would have to
do was roll up Wesley...

Drag the body away.

Please...

Please...

You have to find the truth about
what really happened to my dad.

Otherwise...

I killed Wesley for nothing.

Good morning.

Hey.

Do you know who I am?

You're not Natalie.

I get it, okay?

Good.

What did you say your name was?

Caroline Newsome.

And we never met at a conference or...

I'd have remembered.

I'm very familiar with your work.

I'm looking forward to getting to know you.

Now that your meds seem to be working,

I'd like to start you on some individual
counseling, as well as group.

Okay, let's get something
straight, uh, I'm not here...

To get in touch with my feelings.
I'm here for the meds,

and to get stable, and then
I'm getting the hell out,

which is exactly what you can do right now.

- I'll come back later.
- Don't come back.

You hear me? Don't come back!

I don't want to talk to you!

Mr. Lewicki.

You wouldn't be trying
to duck me, would you?

No. No, Sir.

Then why haven't you
returned my phone calls?

You wouldn't be attempting
to cover up the reason

Professor Pierce has canceled classes
two days in a row, would you?

You see, uh, Sir, Professor
Pierce had to take a little trip.

Mr. Lewicki, I admire your loyalty
to my friend Daniel Pierce,

but I have known him since
you were wearing Huggies.

Now tell me where he is.

I'm afraid Doctor Pierce
is refusing all visitors.

Stubborn bastard.

He's always been like this.

- How long have you known him?
- We were college roommates.

He's been pretty resistant to therapy.

Would you mind answering some questions?

Not at all.

Does he have a friend named Natalie?

Yeah. She was Daniel's
girlfriend back in the day.

Mm. What was she like?

You know, funny
enough, I never met her.

I don't understand. I thought...

See...

Daniel and I take this road trip, okay,

our junior year to the
University of Michigan.

Their spring fling?

A real rager.

Sunday afternoon, I wake up on
the floor of some sorority...

And Daniel is there, he's all excited.

He has met the girl of his
dreams at some other party, but,

you know, we had finals coming
up, so we had to get back.

But he started a relationship
with this Natalie?

Mm-hmm. A real long-distance thing.

He talked to her for hours on the phone.

He'd visit her on the weekends.

But then he, uh...
He started showing symptoms.

Then ended up in the hospital.

Thank you. You've been very helpful.

I thought I told you not to come back.

You might want to hear what I have to say.

Oh, I doubt that very much.

I am Natalie.

What the hell is this?

First you insist you're not
Natalie, now you claim you are?

If this is some sort of
therapeutic technique,

you don't know very much about
treating schizophrenics.

I spoke to your friend Paul Haley.

I don't want you talking to my friends.

He told me about a road trip the two of
you took to the University of Michigan.

So?

I went to Michigan.

I think you must've seen me.

Yes.

Yes.

I got separated from Paul, and
I ended up at this fraternity

with this bunch of idiots.

They were... They were playing quarters

and acting like assholes
so I went outside...

And I saw you.

You were standing there all by yourself
and nursing a beer in a plastic cup.

You brushed this loose strand of hair
behind your ear, and I thought...

"That's the most beautiful
girl I've ever seen."

And I almost walked away, but then...

This voice in my head kept telling
me, "Daniel, don't be an idiot."

"You'll never see this girl again,

and you'll regret it for the
rest of your pathetic life."

So... So I walked...

I walked over there, and... And...
And I could barely get my name out,

and you laughed and made some joke about
English being my second language,

and... And we...
We ended up out on the green.

Just... Just talking a-and
laughing and holding hands,

talking about Rilke and the Smiths.

Remember?

Till... Till the sun came up.

I was at that party.

But I never met you.

How could you forget?

I didn't forget.

I was too scared to talk to you.

So that voice in my head was the beginning.

I was losing my mind
earlier than I thought.

I'm sorry.

I'd like to be alone now.

Okay. Thanks.

Henderson, from the
white-collar task force.

Turns out there was an investigation
of illegal activity at Verteron.

So maybe the kid was
right about his father.

Why do you look like somebody
just killed your cat?

Because Alex's father didn't stumble onto
some conspiracy to rig an election...

He was the target of an investigation.

Turns out he was selling software
code to Verteron's competitors,

and on the day he died, he was fired and
told that he was gonna be prosecuted.

Which explains why he offed himself.

Do you have the accident report?

Yeah.

They found a dent and paint transfer on
the rear bumper of the reporter's car.

So maybe somebody was trying
to run him off the road.

Keep reading.

The guy's girlfriend told the cops
that she backed it up into a stanchion

at the supermarket the week before.

Did you corroborate that?

Kate, we're FBI agents.
We are not traffic cops.

Look, I know you care about Pierce, but...

I care about you, and I'm
starting to worry that he's

not the only one that needs
a mental-health day.

Maybe I am a little obsessed.

So, you know, let's knock off.

Get a couple of beers and some burgers.

You go ahead. I'll, uh, I'll catch up.

You're gonna call the guy's
girlfriend the second I leave, right?

Oh, yeah.

Miss Crane, we're very sorry for your loss.

Do you know what David was
working on before he died?

He was paranoid to talk about it.

Paranoid in what way?

He thought people were after him.

What people?

I don't know.

Miss Crane, the police have ruled
your boyfriend's death an accident,

but if you have reason to believe
otherwise and you don't tell us,

you can be charged with obstruction
and accessory after the fact.

I'm not saying it's true, okay?

But if I did something
bad, to help David...

And that something bad got him killed...

Can you, you know...
Protect me?

Miss Crane, if you have knowledge
of a crime that puts you in danger,

we will keep you safe.

I work...

For the phone company.

And David wanted the access
code to some guy's voice mail

so he could listen to his messages.

David said that this was the story
that could make his career,

so I gave him the code,
and whatever he heard...

Got him driven off the road.

Why did you tell the police that you
were the one that dented the car?

Because whoever is out
there that killed David,

if they find out what I did,
they might kill me, too.

Laura...

Whose voice mail did David listen to?

A man named Leo Attinger.

Leo Attinger is the new
Senator's Chief of Staff.

So, what can I do for you?

Are you familiar with a Star-Herald
reporter named David Alcott...

He died recently in a car accident?

Yeah, I heard about that.

We're investigating allegations
that he was hacking cellphones,

and we believe that you
may have been a victim.

That explains it.

Explains what?

After the plane crash,
there was speculation...

That the Governor would appoint
Helen Paulson, the Senator's widow,

to serve out his term.

But she called a press conference,

and announced that she wouldn't
accept the appointment.

And endorsed Ryland, right?

Well, the night before Mrs.
Paulson made that announcement,

she left me a very strange
voice mail message.

Saying what?

She said she'd gotten the
filthy package I'd sent,

and she was gonna withdraw
her name from consideration.

Did you send her a package?

I had no idea what she was
talking about, but...

Her husband was Ryland's mentor,

so I asked Ryland and the
rest of the campaign staff...

If anybody knew anything
about it, and nobody did.

And you think David Alcott
heard this voice mail message?

He came to me, insinuating that I
had blackmailed Mrs. Paulson...

Into dropping out so that I could
get Senator Ryland elected.

I didn't know where the hell
he was getting that from.

Now I do.

Yeah, well, you got to admit, things turned
out pretty well for you and your candidate.

Well...

I'm not gonna lie to you, Agent Moretti.

In the world of bare-knuckled
Illinois politics,

strong-arming a widow out of
accepting her husband's seat

so that I can get my guy the job?

That'd be quite a coup.

But... I had nothing to do with it.

Want a jellybean?

How are you doing?

Just peachy, thanks.

I have to admit, I'm curious.

I would've thought, after you
got out of the hospital,

you would've gone looking for Natalie
and found out she wasn't real.

I knew my prognosis.

No cure, inevitable relapses,

terrible side effects from
primitive soul-sucking meds.

The Natalie I knew would've
tried to take care of me.

I couldn't stand the thought of that, so...

I decided it was better to
have no contact at all.

But you did see her again.

I'm a classic case.

I got my degrees.
I was teaching and writing.

I thought, "hey, I've beaten this thing."

So you weaned yourself off the meds.

Then one day, there's a
knock on the door...

And it's Natalie.

And she said, "hey, you."

"Guess who just got a teaching job at CLMU."

And I was over the moon.

But at some point, you realized
that she wasn't really there.

We were at the field museum.

And I was laughing my ass off
at something funny she said

about the pachyderm diorama,
and this little kid taps me.

He says, "hey, Mister."

"Why are you talking to yourself?"

And I looked around, and I...
Realized that everybody was staring at me

instead of the elephants.

That must've been painful.

I liked having her around.

Even if it meant getting
stared at once in a while.

When things got really bad, I
tried the latest drug, and...

Natalie and the other less-pleasant
visitors would go away.

Or at least they wouldn't
come around as often.

And I'd think, "okay, this time...
This time I've got it licked."

And then the cycle would start again.

But I always believed...

There was this one...

Beautiful summer...

Before I became a complete wacko.

Where I had what normal people have...

Someone to love.

Something real.

And now I look at you.

The most familiar stranger I've ever met...

And I know I never had it at all.

I'm sorry...

That I'm not the person you thought I was.

Truly.

Tell me, Doctor, in your
professional opinion.

What's more serious, hallucinating a
lifelong friendship that never existed...

Or witnessing a brutal but
completely imaginary murder?

Your friend from the FBI came
by a couple of days ago.

It turns out that the crime you
witnessed actually did happen.

You knew this, and you didn't tell me?

I didn't want to set you back.

Well, you blew that goal.

What are you doing, Dr. Pierce?

I'm getting the hell out of here.

If you leave, the cycle will start again.

You'll be back, maybe in a couple
of days, maybe in six months.

Are you threatening to
have me legally committed?

Because otherwise, I'm calling a cab.

- Daniel, what are you doing here?
- I want back in on this case.

Shouldn't you be in the hospital?

No, I'm doing better.

The meds are working, but I know myself.

The best treatment for me right now
is to help you solve this thing.

- I don't know if that's such a...
- Please, Kate.

I need you to let me do this.

Okay.

Come on in. I'll make you a cup of tea.

Mrs. Paulson, Leo Attinger says
that you left him an angry voice mail

implying that he'd sent you
some sort of a package

that caused you to turn down
your husband's Senate seat?

Leo Attinger is a reprehensible human being

who would step on his own
Mother to advance his career.

I assume that whatever was in this package
was incriminating or embarrassing.

Otherwise, you would've
alerted the authorities?

I'm sorry, Agent Moretti.
I can't continue this conversation.

Ma'am, it's possible that David Alcott,
a reporter for The Star-Herald,

was murdered for pursuing
a story about this.

Now, please tell me what you know.

I got an envelope in the mail.

It had a flash-drive thing and a note.

"It would be better for the people
of Illinois and your late husband

"if you turned down the appointment...

And you endorsed Scott Ryland."

What was on the flash drive?

A video.

Of Ted in his office...

With a woman.

Do you know who the woman was?

Victoria Ryland.

The wife of the new Senator?

- Let go of me!
- Wait a minute.

- Let go of me!
- All right. I thought you wanted to.

You thought wrong.

Okay. Okay.

All right, but nobody else has
to know about this, right?

Where did you get this?

Helen Paulson.

Somebody sent it to her to blackmail her

into turning down her husband's Senate seat

so that your husband could run in his place.

Are you implying that I had
something to do with that?

The man tried to rape me.

But you never reported it.

He was Senator...

And my husband's hero.

And then he died in a plane crash.

What would've been the point
of ruining his reputation?

What were you doing in his
office that late at night?

I had been trying to get a
meeting with him for weeks

to discuss funding for a literacy program.

When I finally got in to see him, I
started to talk to him about the program.

He came over, sat next to me
on the couch, and just...

Pounced on me.

I got out as fast as I could.

Did anybody see you leave?

Uh...

Leo Attinger.

Your husband's Chief of Staff?

What was he doing there?

Um, before Leo worked for Scott,
he was an aide to Senator Paulson.

When did your husband hire him?

Right after Senator Paulson died.

Everyone thought that the Governor was
going to appoint Mrs. Paulson, but...

Leo came to Scott, said
he could get him elected.

Uh-huh.

Mr. Attinger!

We were just hoping to ask you a few
more questions, if you don't mind.

I'm a little busy.

We want to know whether or not you had
access to any of the security tapes

recorded at Senator Paulson's
office from when you worked there.

I don't know
what you're talking about.

Leo?

Hi, thanks so much for coming.
I need my speech.

Senator, tell me. Were you complicit
in stealing your congressional seat,

or are you just a puppet for
the real power brokers?

- I beg your pardon?
- We're gonna take a walk.

I'm sorry about that, Senator.

Listen, um...
Send somebody out to get me a burger.

You know, they're serving salmon.
You know I can't eat salmon.

Stay on supposed to have
topped these things.

Daniel?

Senator, are you all right?

No, he's not all right.
He's having a stroke.

What? No. Senator!

Call an ambulance.

Ryland didn't make it.

Let's give the family some privacy.

Wait, wait, wait.

- Excuse me.
- Can I help you?

I'm Dr. Daniel Pierce. I was the one who
first noticed the Senator stroking out.

- You were his personal physician?
- Mm-hmm.

Did he have any history
of stroke or clotting?

No. Now, if you'll excuse me.

Order an autopsy.

Tell them to test for clotting agents
that could've caused a stroke.

- Why? You don't think somebody...
- That's exactly what I'm thinking.

There are too many bodies dropping
for this to be a coincidence.

- Daniel, there's no evidence.
- That's why we need a Tox screen, Kate.

I'm telling you, somebody killed him!

What!? What are you talking about?!

Just please stay calm.

Get your crackpot friend out
of here, Agent Moretti.

Of course you want me
out of here, Attinger.

- Daniel, let's go.
- Of course you do!

You can't hide the truth forever!

I'm onto you, Attinger!

Doc, let me make you a cup of tea.

I don't want tea, Lewicki. I want answers!

Well, I got some for you.

Tox screen came back negative
for clotting agents.

- The Senator died of natural causes.
- They need to check again.

This morning, you were
accusing Ryland and his aides

of some homicidal conspiracy
to put him in office.

Now, if that was true, why would someone
turn around and try to kill him?

I don't know. Just...
Something's not right.

Doc...

Maybe you need to go back to the hospital.

You're right, Max.

That's exactly what I need to do.

Dr. Newsome.

I'm glad you decided to come back.

Yeah. I'm not checking in.
I need you to be Natalie for a while.

- Have you taken your meds today?
- Yes, I'm taking your damn meds,

which is ironic, because if I wasn't taking
them, I wouldn't be back in the looney bin.

- You're not making any sense.
- I'm making perfect sense.

I have a puzzle that I can't solve.

Now, normally, I would work it out
with Natalie, but she's gone,

so I need you to be her.

I'm your Doctor.
I don't think that's advisable.

Please!

I need to know that my
damn brain still works.

Even when I'm on the meds, otherwise...

I don't... I don't know if I can do this.

The C.E.O. Of Verteron wanted Ryland in,

so they manipulated the avionics
to crash Paulson's plane,

then, to tie up loose ends,
they got rid of a reporter

and an engineer who were onto the plot.

Then the Governor decides he's going
to appoint the Senator's widow,

so they blackmail her into dropping
out, they get Ryland elected.

The one thing I can't figure
out is why they killed Ryland

when they've gone to all this
trouble to put him in office.

This sounds like the kind of
paranoid conspiracy theory

that landed you in the
hospital in the first place.

But I'm not delusional now.

Then simplify your thinking.

You went to med school.
You know Occam's Razor.

When faced with competing hypotheses,

choose the one that makes the
fewest new assumptions. So what?

So you're making a lot of assumptions
for which you have no evidence.

What did you actually
see with your own eyes?

Senator Ryland, a man with no
history of clotting, stroking out.

- It happens.
- Yeah, but something is telling me

it wasn't accidental.

- A voice in your head?
- No, not a voice...

Not in my head... His voice.

What do you mean?

Ryland... He said he couldn't eat salmon.

Well, some people can't eat salmon
because of adverse drug reactions.

Yes!

Yes! That's good. People on Coumadin.

And Coumadin's a blood thinner
used prevent strokes.

You said he didn't have
a history of clotting.

John Kennedy covered up
his Addison's disease.

Ryland certainly wouldn't want the voters

knowing that he had a
life-threatening condition.

Another assumption.

Would you go with me on this?

Okay, fine.
Ryland was secretly using Coumadin.

Then he shouldn't have stroked.

He wouldn't be the first patient
to go off his meds, would he?

If he went off his meds, why
was he avoiding salmon?

Maybe he didn't know he was off his meds.

Maybe somebody switched them out.
He'd be a ticking time bomb.

Who would do that?

You know, you're not as
good at this as Natalie...

But you are not half bad.

Sources close to the Governor
say he intends to appointment

Victoria Ryland to serve out
her late husband's term.

You see? I'm right. I'm right!

She killed her husband
to get his Senate seat!

How could she even be sure that
they governor would appoint her?

He was gonna appoint Paulson's
widow when he died.

It's a long-standing tradition.

Of the 200 women that have
ever served in congress,

over 40 were Congress-men's widows.

- Daniel, calm...
- Don't tell me to calm down.

I see it now. This wasn't some, some grand

conspiracy to murder Paulson
and rig the election.

This was the work of one very
clever, very ambitious woman.

What?

I just talked to my friend in I.T.B.

She ran a discreet credit
check on Victoria Ryland.

Turns out she had the
front of her car repaired

the day after the reporter
was run off the road.

That's... That's proof.
Why do you look so depressed?

Because it's circumstantial.

Get a warrant. Get a warrant.

You will find that the Rylands
were buying Coumadin from Mexico,

and that little prescription bottle you
find will be filled with fake pills.

No Judge is gonna give me a fishing license

to go after a woman who's
about to be a Senator.

You're telling me there's a woman who
murdered her husband to get a seat

in The United States Senate, and
there's nothing we can do about it?

I refuse to accept that.

Daniel, just promise me you're
not gonna do anything crazy.

I'd like speak to Mrs. Ryland, please.

You'll have to make an appointment.

Will you please tell the
Senator in waiting that if she

cares at all about her political
future, she'll see me now?

It's all right, John.

Show Dr. Pierce to my study.

I'm sorry about your husband's death.

- Thank you.
- But I know you killed him.

You went to Senator Paulson's
office to seduce him.

When he responded, you acted
like you were being raped.

We assumed it was security footage, but...

I'm betting you taped the whole
thing on your cellphone.

You were probably intending
to blackmail the Senator

into not running for re-election,

but when his plane crashed,
you saw an opportunity.

You blackmailed his wife instead
so your husband could run.

When some reporter started asking
questions, you ran him off the road.

Then, once your husband got elected,

you switched his Coumadin with sugar
pills and waited for him to stroke out.

If I wasn't in mourning, I
might even find that funny.

The FBI found your car-repair bill.

And if that were evidence of a
crime, the FBI would be here...

Not you.

Yeah, well, that's true. That's true.

Everybody at the FBI thinks
I'm crazy, which I am.

And they wouldn't touch this anyway.
It's a political mine field.

Then why are you here?

Because I may not be able
to send you to prison,

but I can damn well stop a
murderer from becoming a Senator.

What are you talking about?

Unless you call a press
conference announcing your

intention to turn down the
Governor's appointment,

I'm gonna go to the Star-Herald
with my own story.

"Dr. Daniel Pierce is
resigning his consulting"

"position with the FBI
because the Bureau refuses"

"to investigate allegations
that Victoria Ryland,"

"murdered her husband to
secure a Senate seat."

No paper will run that story.

Really?

You care to bet your reputation
and your career on that?

You killed one of their own reporters.

They might not be able
to pin a crime on you,

but they'll start asking
questions about the rape video

and why you and your husband were
buying Coumadin from Mexico.

So, you can bow out gracefully...

Or you can get dragged through the mud.

I'm gonna be at The
Star-Herald at 9:00 A.M.

If you haven't spoken to
the press by then, I will.

And I'll give them the story of the decade.

I can see myself out.

Out of the car! Hands where I can see them!

You okay?

Ah. Yeah, I'm good.

What did you do to my bike?!

How's it going?

If you're asking me if I'm off my rocker,
the answer is... Not at the moment.

We served a search warrant on Victoria.

You were right.

We found Coumadin bottles
filled with sugar pills.

U.S. Attorney's charging
her with both murders.

Great.

So we'll have another special election,
and we'll get some other criminal

representing us in Washington.

Well, if it wasn't for you, she
would've gotten away with it.

It's Wesley that deserves the credit.

If he didn't come to me with
his wild conspiracy theory,

nobody would've ever
looked behind the curtain.

So maybe he didn't die for nothing.

Thank you...

For not giving up on me,
even when I was at my worst.

You gave me a scare, you know.

I know.

I know, and even though I'm doing better,
there's no guarantee that my symptoms...

Won't come back, so I...

I understand if you don't
want me working cases.

Let's make a deal.

No more secrets.

Your symptoms come back, you tell me.

Dr. Newsome.

I'm assuming your firm grasp on reality
means that you're taking your meds.

Yeah, I thought a pill a day was
supposed to keep the Doctor away.

Max told me where to find you.

I came by to say that
the meds aren't enough.

If you want to stay healthy, you're
gonna need regular talk therapy.

And apparently, you make house calls.

Actually, I've been thinking.

Given your long-standing...

Relationship with Natalie, I
don't think it's appropriate

for me to continue to be your psychiatrist.

Well, maybe you can recommend somebody
who's not an insufferable bore.

Just because I can't be your Doctor...

Doesn't mean I can't be your friend.

If you need one.

I can't help wondering...

If I had actually had the nerve to
approach you all those years ago,

would you have given me the time of day?

I don't know.

But one thing you'll find out pretty
quick is that I'm nobody's fantasy girl.

47 across... Parasol.

Um, if we're gonna be friends, one
thing you'll figure out pretty quick

is that I may need help once in a while,

but I really hate it when
people give me the answers.

Sometimes the billions of
neurons firing in our brains...

Help us concoct elaborate scenarios.

We imagine ourselves with a dream
girl or landing a dream job...

An astronaut, rock star...

Even a United States Senator.

But fantasies can turn dark.

We start to believe there's
a monster under the bed...

Or that evil forces are
aligning themselves against us.

All these fantasies... Good and bad...

Stem from an evolutionary imperative.

Our brains are exploring potential outcomes

that might help us achieve
our goals or avoid danger.

But if we allow fantasy to
overtake our thinking...

We can miss the reality
that's right in front of us.

And sometimes...

Reality's not so bad.