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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?

♪

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.

♪

- 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.

♪

[ Engine revving ]

[ Knock on door ]

- Hello?

Anybody here?

♪

[ 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.

♪

Are-- Are these both yours?

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

- Blue bananas. Interesting.

- Weren't you leaving?

♪

- How long have you been color-blind?

♪

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

as if I just mistake red for green.

Try all I see is black and white.

♪

Everything's like burnt charcoal.

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

...there's the door.

♪

- 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.

♪

- 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.

♪

- 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.

♪

- 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?

♪

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

for us to have this conversation at the hospital.

♪

- 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.

♪

- 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.

♪

- 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.

♪

I love you.

♪

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

- [ Exhales sharply ]

Easy for you to say.

♪

- 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.

♪

- 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.

♪

- 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.

♪

- 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 ]

♪

- 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.

♪

- 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.

♪

[ 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.

♪

- [ Laughing ]

♪

- What are you seeing?

♪

- Her.

I see her.

[ Music slows, continues ]

♪

[ Exhales deeply ]

♪

Please.

♪

Bring her back.

♪

[ Birds chirping ]

♪

- Did you enjoy your rest?

♪

- 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.

♪

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.

♪

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...

♪

...how she looked.

♪

♪

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

♪

- 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.

♪

[ 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.

♪

[ 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?

♪

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

I'm on my way.

♪

[ 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.

♪

Think of Amber.

What would she want you to do right now?

♪

♪

[ 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.

♪

- Uh...

♪

[ Marker sliding ]

♪

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.

♪

- 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?

♪

- 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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