03x11 - Brainstorm

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Previously on "Perception"...

Really? We... we barely speak for 20 years, and now you show up out of the blue to insult me?

Congratulations. You figured it out.

I have Alzheimer's.

You're confused.

You think I'm confused?!

Pick up the phone and call your mother! She'll tell you!

Mom d*ed 25 years ago.

No!

No! [Clatter]

Your girl?

Ruby.

And I drove to my old house in Pilsen.

Guess who's living there now.

Sonny Coonan, the mobster!

The same Sonny Coonan the FBI's not been able to find for 20 years.

You're going to investigate, right?

Hello?

Daniel...

Can you hear me?

Kate?

[Chuckles] Hey, stranger.

My head hurts.

You're in the hospital.

You've been unconscious for two days.

[Weakly] What happened?

We were chasing a lead on Sonny coonan.

There was an expl*si*n, and you got out just in time.

expl*si*n where?

Uh, that's not important.

What's important is you're alive.

The neuroradiologist and I reviewed your M.R.I. and C.T. scans. As far as we can see, there's no sign of an epidural hematoma.

What about subarachnoid hemorrhage?

None.

But as you know, concussive damage doesn't always show up in a scan.

I'd like to keep you here for a few more days...

No, no, no. Please, please, Doc.

Doc, I feel fine. [Scoffs lightly]

It's easier to make ropes out of sand than to treat another doctor.

Look, Daniel, you took a pretty good sh*t to the head.

We need to monitor you for headaches, loss of cognitive abilities.

Yeah, yeah, yeah. Mood swings, emotional or other personality changes.

I know the signs of post-concussion syndrome.

If I have any, I'll come back.

I know you want to get out of here, but for your own sake, humor me?

[Sighs]

Thank you. I'll see you tomorrow.

Hey.

We found out what caused the expl*si*n.

The main gas line ignited.

So we're looking for a dangerous fugitive on the FBI's most wanted list, and the second we step into his house, it explodes?

Yeah. Quite the coincidence.

No. Sonny connan's been on the run for what, 20 years?

How has he stayed ahead of the FBI?

By being meticulous, by covering his tracks.

So my father's girlfriend recognizes him.

He gets nervous. What does he do?

He rigs the gas line.

He sees us pull up in your government agent-mobile, and he blows the place up to cover his escape.

Makes sense to me, but we don't have any proof.

The forensics teams didn't recover much in the fire damage, and... do you remember seeing something suspicious?

Any detail at all?

No. It's just a blur.

It's okay. Something will turn up eventually.

What are you doing?

Leaving.

No, you can't. The doctor just said.

Yeah, that's because she's afraid of a malpractice suit.

I can't think here.

The bad food and the monitors and the sick people, not to mention the constant cavalcade of nurses coming in and out, poking and prodding.

No. I am going home.

Max: Doc, what are you doing?

Immersing myself in all things Sonny Coonan.

Trying to find something to help me solve this case.

It's fascinating.

You know what else is fascinating?

This crossword, which you should be doing instead.

The doctor said you need to take it easy, all right?

Stick to your routine, not get agitated.

And these books are getting you agitated.

You're agitating me.

I thought coming home would be an improvement, but you're worse than the hospital drones.

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah.

I don't want this.

You want me to cut up some cantaloupe instead?

I want pancakes.

Pancakes?

Well, what about the whole no-gluten thingy?

After everything that happened, I-I think I'm entitled to live a little.

And... and right now, living means a big stack of buttery, syrupy pancakes.

I'll see what I can whip up.

What?

Come on. There's a misprint in the puzzle.

There is?

Right... right there, 38 down.

Uh... Hmm.

Actually, Doc, you made a mistake with 45 across.

What?

Yeah. Eight-letter word starting with "p."

The clue is "not out of the question."

The right answer is "possible."

You wrote "passport."

Why did I miss that?

Doc [Sighs] maybe this is a sign of residual cognitive impairment.

I-I mean, you just need...

I need to see Kate.

Passport...

I saw a passport in Ruby's house before it blew up.

Tell me everything you remember.

Well, you... You were outside.

I was sifting through the mail, and I saw it.

And... and I think I saw the picture.

Was it this guy?

T-that [Sighs].

I don't know, I don't know.

He's probably had plastic surgery to look different anyway.

What about a name?

That's what I've been... I've been...

[Sighs] I can't remember that either. I'm sorry.

That's okay. This is still good. Now, we assume that Coonan has at least a couple different aliases, but getting a passport in this day and age is difficult.

It takes years to build up the bona fides to apply for one, so he probably travels using that one solid alias.

If he blew up the house because he thought he'd been made, then he probably plans on skipping town, but he's gonna need a new passport.

He'll probably try to get one using that same name.

I'm gonna pull the names of every man over 60 who renewed his passport in the last week.

Oh, the calla lilies are gonna have to wait.

What? Uh, calla lilies?

Uh, we're just picking out centerpieces...

For the wedding.

Oh. Right.

Great.

Daniel: This is the final frontier.

We are entering the most uncharted territory known to man, and we don't need a spaceship to get there.

There are over 200 billion stars in the milky way, but there are over 200 trillion neural connections in our brains.

This provides us not only with a great opportunity, but also with an opportunity to be great, because we get to explore the brain, etch our names into the annals of history alongside people like Cortés and Neil Armstrong.

You... what's your name?

Uh, you usually call me "Cheech"...

And sometimes "Chong."

[Students giggling]

Uh, my name's Tyler.

Tyler, aren't you excited that you get to discover how the medulla oblongata regulates autonomic bodily functions or how the... The medial fee pront...

The medial...

The pre-fontal...

Max: Doc?

Why are we wasting such a beautiful day cooped up inside?

Look out there. We should be out there...

Exploring!

Everybody go. Go on. Everybody go, go.

Spend the rest of the day engaging your brains.

Go forth!

Make bad decisions.

Discover something!

[Bird chirping]

Daniel, what are you doing?

Listening to a symphony.

But you don't have your headphones on, buddy.

Not that symphony.

The birds, trees...

[Woman laughs]

That girl laughing, the sound a ball makes when it smacks into the leather like that.

It's beautiful.

Daniel, are you okay?

I'm better than okay.

[Laughing] I'm great.

Is that why you sent your students outside instead of lecture?

Paul, Paul, listen!

That's the lecture.

I just wanted to make sure it didn't have anything to do with the slip-up.

What slip-up?

Heard you got a little tongue-tied.

You can tell that Benedict Arnold teaching assistant of mine that I am fine...

And he is fired.

Daniel, look, I-I know that you are brilliant and proud, but you've had some serious head trauma.

Maybe that expl*si*n affected you.

You're right, Paul.

It did.

[Door opens] Kate: Ah.

So, I had to pull some teeth, but I was able to compile a list of about 200 men in the area roughly the same age as Sonny Coonan who recently applied to renew their passport.

Hoping you can take a look, see if any of the names pop out.

Yeah, yeah. Just... just a second. Listen... listen to this.

"The data showed that patients with traumatic brain injury were 1.6 times more likely to experience schizophrenic symptoms or psychosis."

Well, that's fascinating, Daniel.

So I'm wondering, could the inverse be true?

What do you mean?

Well, schizophrenia's a mystery, right?

Nobody knows where it comes from. So if... if brain trauma can cause it, is it possible that... that an injury could take it away?

Where is this coming from?

I haven't had any hallucinations or heard any voices since the expl*si*n.

That's great. I'm so glad you're feeling better.

No, you don't understand.

Kate, I haven't felt like this since I was 18 or 19, since before my diagnosis.

You think you've been cured?

No. There's no cure for schizophrenia, a-a-and it's only been a week.

It's something I'll have to monitor over time.

But... but...

Daniel?

I'm just...

I'm thinking about all the things I've wanted but thought I could never have because of my condition.

Like what?

[Door opens] Like...

Doc, your dad just called from a Michigan area code.

Michigan?

He said he needed to speak to you right away.

Then we got cut off. He sounded really agitated.

I tried calling back, but there was no answer, so I called the assisted-living facility.

They said he left yesterday, with a family member?

Let me see the number he called from.

This is our family lake house in Saugatuck. We haven't been up there since I was a kid.

What the hell would he be doing up there?

I don't know, but don't we need to find out?

I'll take you. I'll call the Saugatuck police, have them drop by the house.

[Knock on door]

Oh, you must be Mr. Daniel.

Thank god you're here. Your father is not well.

Wha...

Daniel, it was a great idea to bring Kate.

What the hell is going on, Dad? Did the police come?

I sent them away. I don't need them.

I need you.

Something terrible has happened to your cousin Roger.

Dad, you're... You're confused. I don't have a cousin Roger.

Woman: Oh, yes, you do.

Mom?

No, no, no, no, no.

You can't be here. You're dead.

No, I'm not.

But your cousin Roger is.

Honey, you're bleeding.

[Echoing] Daniel, Daniel, stay with me.

[Normal voice] Stay with me, Daniel.

Check his vitals.

What happened?

He was injured in an expl*si*n.

When?

About 20 minutes ago.

Get a line on him.

[Monitor beeps]

Kate.

Are you okay?

Yeah, I'm fine.

E.M.S. checked me out at the scene.

Daniel's hurt pretty bad, though.

[Sighs]

They told you anything?

They're still working on him.

What the hell happened?

Okay, Daniel's father's girlfriend who has Alzheimer's told us this crazy story about how Sonny Coonan was renting her house.

We went over there, just as a favor to check it out.

I wanted to go in, but there was smoke and flames and...

Daniel.

I thought for sure that Daniel was dead.

But he was blown clear.

Thank god you're both alive.

We've stabilized him, but he's in critical condition.

We need to notify his next of kin.

Daniel's assistant can get you in touch with his father, but you should know that he has Alzheimer's.

I still need to talk to him.

He's got a subdural hematoma which most likely occurred when he slammed his head into the ground, and now the brain tissue is swelling.

How did this happen?

I told you, Mr. Pierce, there was an expl*si*n.

Who the hell are you?

Max Lewicki. I work for your son.

How bad is it?

It can be fatal.

We've induced a coma in hope of reducing the blood flow and containing the swelling, but it doesn't seem to be working.

So, what do you do?

I recommend a decompressive craniectomy.

We temporarily remove a piece of Daniel's skull to relieve some pressure.

But there is a risk of postsurgical cognitive impairment.

English, please!

It means the surgery could leave Doc with brain damage.

Mr. Pierce...

Have you ever discussed a situation like this with your son?

What to do if he's blown up in a house?

You have to decide if we do the craniectomy.

It is possible that the swelling will go down on its own, but I don't think it's likely.

I think surgery gives him the best chance.

What should I do?

Kate?

I think that he should have the surgery.

Look, a-all due respect...

I don't think Doc would want it.

I-I think he'd take the chance that he'd get better on his own.

How can you say that?

Kate, I want him to pull through as much as anyone.

But... but imagine if Doc couldn't do his research or... or teach or do his puzzles or... or work with you.

I don't think Doc would want to live that way.

[Knock on door]

Sorry to intrude.

I came as soon as I heard.

Donnie says that you're in here, making decisions about Daniel.

Well, the last time he was hospitalized, he gave me his medical power of attorney.

Then you have a big decision to make.

[Chuckling] You have put me in a real bind here, you son of a bitch. [Sniffles]

Kate: Daniel, what are you doing?

Daniel? Daniel! What are you doing, Daniel?

Trying to figure out why I'm here.

We're here because your father called. Remember?

Yeah, but that can't be right. Some-something else is going on.

You know, most of my best memories of growing up are from this place.

My grandmother taught me how to play on this piano.

Right there.

Out on the lake, that's where I learned to swim.

Look at this. [Chuckles]

"The m*rder of Roger Ackroyd."

Agatha Christie.

I read this book so many times here, I lost count.

You know your mom's out on the patio.

She's worried sick about you.

You can see my mom, too?

Of course I can.

She isn't a hallucination?

No.

She's dead, right?

Yeah.

Maybe that means you are, too.

This is a place that you love. Maybe it's heaven.

Yeah, I-I know you believe in all that eternal salvation mumbo jumbo, but there's not a chance in hell this is happening.

How can you be so sure?

Because if I'm having this conversation with you, it means my mind is still working.

If I was dead, it'd be game over, lights out, thanks for playing.

Then why are you here?

I don't know.

[Sighs]

You know, when... when we got here, there was a guy sh*t dead on this sofa.

My dad said it was my cousin Roger.

So it's a mystery.

Yeah.

Maybe that's why I'm here.

Maybe I need to solve it.

[Monitor beeping]

I've told Dr. Bowen to go ahead and do the surgery.

Craniectomy went well. It reduced the pressure.

Daniel's stable.

So he's gonna be okay?

I hope so.

It may be a while before we know for sure.

[Monitor beeping]

Daniel: [Echoing] So, tell us exactly...

What happened last night.

Well, someone sh*t and k*lled your cousin Roger.

And the k*ller had to come from within the house because the whole place was locked up tight as a drum.

But to fully understand last night, you have to know what happened between your father and your uncle Jack 50 years ago.

He made a pass at your mother at our wedding.

They hadn't spoken in years.

And then, a couple weeks ago, Jack calls your father and wants to get together at the lake house to bury the hatchet.

Jack.

Margaret: So, Jack shows up with his son Roger and Roger's new bride, Alice.

Let me go lie down upstairs. I've got a headache.

It might have something to do with the gallon of chardonnay you drank on the way up here.

You're such a pig!

So, how long was Alice upstairs?

All through dinner.

Unfortunately, it was the only part of dinner that we enjoyed.

Now, he says he wants to run my company, but he can't handle responsibility.

[Scoffs] I can't wait till next month.

What happens next month?

He turns 35, and his trust vests.

And I won't have to listen to your crap anymore.

Ah. Who gets the money now that Roger's dead?

I don't know.

So, what happened after dinner?

We retired to the drawing room to have cognac.

Roger: That one up there... She spends money like we print it ourselves. I had to cut her off completely.

If you don't like providing for your wife, you should never have gotten married.

We're not talking about groceries. This is about her addiction to handbags and shoes. She's k*lling me.

I wish I had the guts.

Margaret: They were going on and on, and your father and I became so uncomfortable.

James: And then Jack just lost it.

You spoiled brat!

I brought you into this world, and I can take you out!

James: Jack. Jack.

Well, it sounds like neither Jack nor Alice liked Roger very much.

The money from the trust probably reverts back to Jack now that Roger's dead, and Alice is most likely the sole beneficiary of the life-insurance policy.

So they both had motive.

Right. Question is who had opportunity?

Mrs. Pierce, what can you tell me about the sh**ting?

Not much.

Um, James and I were asleep in bed when we heard the g*nshots, and then James ran downstairs.

That's when I saw Alice hunched over Roger's body.

Alice: I heard sh*ts.

I came out of my room, and I ran downstairs.

That's where I saw him.

Everyone says they heard you two arguing all night.

You don't think I did anything to him, do you?

I mean, of course we fought.

That was just our way.

I studied...

I studied theater in college. I've... Always been dramatic.

Did anybody else see you come out of your room?

I ran past Jack in the hallway.

Jack: See my nephew in 40 years.

The first thing he does... Accuse me of k*lling my son.

Well, I'm sorry, uncle Jack, but I do have a m*rder to solve, and I would like to know what happens to the money in Roger's trust now that he's dead.

It reverts to me.

But that doesn't mean I k*lled him.

I'm already filthy rich.

Everyone heard you thr*aten Roger after dinner.

[Sighs] Look...

Roger did not exactly fill my heart with pride and joy, but he was my son.

I'd never hurt him.

Alice said she saw you in the hallway when she came out of her room.

Maybe it was just on your way back from sh**ting Roger.

Celia, the maid, can vouch for me.

I'd just come out of my room, too.

It's true.

Me and Mr. Jack came out of our rooms at the same time.

Then Mrs. Alice came out of hers.

She ran downstairs, and I heard her scream.

Well, something's not right.

Roger was m*rder*d downstairs in the living room, but everybody was upstairs asleep when the g*n was fired.

Not Mr. James.

After the sh**ting, I saw him come out of the kitchen with a sandwich.

I should get back to my work now.

Your mom and dad said that they were asleep together upstairs.

Why would they lie?

I don't know.

You need to consider the possibility that one of them is the m*rder*r.

And the other one's covering it up.

You are forgetting one very important thing.

What's that?

None of this is real.

I know.

It's still making my head hurt.

Doctor: [Echoing] Daniel... Can you hear me? Daniel, Daniel? [Normal voice] You're at Chicago Western. You've had an operation. You're stable, and you're gonna be okay. Can you tell me how you feel?

Don't worry about it, Daniel. Try to get some rest. We'll worry about talking later.

It's been three days since the surgery. Why isn't he talking yet?

Problems communicating aren't uncommon after injuries like this, but we do have to consider another possibility.

This is not your typical patient we're dealing with.

Daniel's a schizophrenic.

What are you saying?

Maybe he's in some kind of acute psychotic fugue state, or maybe he's catatonic. I don't know.

I was afraid of this.

How can we help him?

Talk to him.

Try to keep his brain active and engaged.

Max: No pressure if you're not up to talking, but, uh, I thought you might want to check out a crossword.

What do you say, Doc? [Sighs]

I downloaded your favorites.

Uh, no Strauss, I promise.

[Classical music plays]

We found a few burnt pieces of a passport.

The name on the lease was Jared Smith...

Obviously one of Coonan's aliases.

Ruby's nephew says that he pays the rent in cash, mostly keeps to himself.

We figure he's getting ready to flee the country, so he's definitely gonna need a new passport, so we're looking into all of the Jared Smiths who recently applied for renewals.

So far, nothing.

To be honest with you, we're [Chuckling] we're spinning our wheels a little.

I'd really like to talk to you about it.

Come on, say something, anything.

Come on, buddy. Don't leave me hanging.

Two hits?!

That's all your precious cubbies could muster is two lousy hits?

The White Sox, on the other hand, lit up the cubs for 7 runs on 11 hits.

God, I love Interleague Play.

I'm sorry I wasn't there for you the first time you got sick, Daniel.

But I'm here now.

Gin!

Come on, Daniel. Just try.

Come on, Daniel! Yell at me!

Snap out of it, son.

Come on, Doc, pick it up.

Do something! Please!

You know, I've been racking my brain, trying to figure out why it is you won't talk to us.

And just right now, I finally figured it out.

It's got nothing to do with your disease or the surgery.

It's about you being a stubborn assh*le, Doc.

Kate: Come on, Daniel.

I need your help here.

We're trying to solve a m*rder, remember?

We've got to get your parents to tell us the truth.

It's better if I do it alone.

Why did you lie, Mom?

To protect your father.

Did he k*ll Roger?

I don't think so, but he did have a motive.

We were on our third bottle of wine when Roger asked us about our plans for the lake house.

Roger: You guys can do what you want, but I think you should leave the house to me.

Alice and I are going to have kids someday.

Don't you want this place to stay in the family?

James: It is gonna stay in the family.

It's going to Daniel.

Roger: Well, if that's what you're going to do, make sure there's a padded room downstairs, because from what I've heard...

Roger, if you say another word about my son, I'm gonna shove that glass so far down your throat it's gonna pin your ass to the chair.

Margaret: He was just trying to protect you.

But I thought he was gonna k*ll Roger right then and there.

He wasn't protecting me, Mom. He's ashamed of me.

And that's not a motive for m*rder.

You have a blind spot when it comes to your father.

Yeah, I appreciate the counseling, but right now the only family issue I want to talk about is who k*lled Roger Pierce?

Maybe it wasn't family.

Maybe it was Celia, the maid.

Why her?

I was on my way to get a glass of water, and I saw her with Roger.

It was obvious the attention was unwanted.

I was gonna put a stop to it, but I didn't have to.

Maybe after everybody went to sleep, Roger went back to as*ault her, and Celia k*lled him in self-defense.

I have to talk to her.

Oh, you can't.

I was gonna ask her to start dinner, but I couldn't find her.

I looked in her room. All of her things are gone.

Do you know how to contact her?

Uncle Jack hired her for the weekend.

She's got to be the k*ller. Why else would she take off?

Daniel, what are you doing?

What am I... I'm trying to solve a m*rder with you, like always.

You're hiding, and I'm not sure why.

But wherever you are, it's keeping you from facing what's in front of you...

People who love you... the hard work you got to do to get better.

Look, we're all trying to help, but unless you're willing to try, it's pointless.

I can't... I can't do this anymore.

When you have something to say, let me know.

Margaret: [Echoing] What's wrong, Daniel?

Kate left.

Here. Have some hot cocoa.

So, are you in love with her?

She's about to get married.

You didn't answer the question.

I could never be any good for Kate, not with my condition.

That's nonsense. You would be a great husband.

No offense, Mom, but when it comes to what qualifies as a good husband, you set the bar really low.

He had his moments, and he was a good father. You're too hard on him.

No, I'm not.

Have you forgotten the time that he took you to the cubs' spring training in Scottsdale?

That was one thing, one time.

When you came home from that trip, you couldn't wipe the smile off your face.

You were the happiest I've ever seen you.

Yes, your father has trouble showing emotion, and he's not great in a crisis.

But when you were young, the two of you made each other so happy.

We all have two faces we show the world.

Don't forget about the side of your father that you once loved.

Two faces.

Mom, you're a genius.

Why?

I'll explain later, But first... gather everyone in the drawing room!

Since we're all family here, I'm just gonna come right out and say it.

Roger Pierce was an assh*le.

Everyone in this room wanted to wring his neck at some point or another. I never met the guy, but I'm pretty sure if I had, I'd want to do the same.

The question is, who acted on that impulse?

Who was Roger's k*ller?

Dad!

You threatened Roger with great bodily harm when he insulted me at dinner, a detail you conveniently left out when Agent Moretti and I interviewed you.

He has Alzheimer's.

Not here he doesn't.

Dad also lied about where he was at the time of the sh**ting.

He wasn't upstairs in bed, because Celia the maid saw him in the kitchen.

So he could have k*lled Roger.

Yes.

But he didn't.

My dear mother was willing to lie to protect my father.

Who knows where she was at the time of the m*rder?

But the woman was married to James Pierce for 30 years.

If she never tried to off him, she certainly wouldn't have k*lled Roger after only knowing him for a few hours.

Both my parents had the opportunity to k*ll Roger, but neither one had a strong enough motive, which makes the actions of Celia the maid very curious.

She's the one who pointed the investigation at my parents in the first place.

A clever distraction, but why?

My mother saw Roger groping Celia in the back staircase hours before his death, forcing himself on a subservient employee...

An employee who has mysteriously gone missing.

If Celia is the k*ller, then what the hell are you lecturing us about?

Shouldn't you be outside, trying to find her?

No, because I know exactly where Celia is.

Does anybody find it strange that Celia and Alice were never in the same room at the same time?

And do any of you find it as interesting as I do that Celia is an anagram of Alice?

[Scoffs] That doesn't prove anything.

No, it doesn't.

But this does.

I found these in Alice's room.

Who says a theater degree is useless?

James: Why would Alice want to impersonate a maid?

Is it some kind of kinky sex thing?

No, Alice needed someone, a disinterested party, to create an alibi for her and her lover, a lover she took when she realized that her marriage to Roger was a mistake...

A lover with whom she plotted to k*ll Roger so that she could shop to her heart's content with the life-insurance money.

So Alice is a m*rder*r and a slut?

No. She's just a slut.

The real k*ller is Alice's lover...

Her father-in-law, Jack.

[Laughing] That's outrageous.

Outrageous? Yes. Untrue? No.

Jack was the one who hired Celia for the weekend, which means he knew who she really was.

And while mother saw Roger groping Celia, it was Jack who pulled him off.

Now, why would he do that if he knew that Celia was really Alice, Roger's wife?

Because Jack is in love with Alice and she is in love with him.

You... you really are as crazy as everyone says.

This whole weekend was your idea, uncle Jack.

You knew that if Roger d*ed before his 35th birthday the money in his trust would revert to you.

But, more importantly, with Roger out of the way, you and Alice could finally be together.

You are the one who pulled that trigger.

Margaret: Oh, my god.

Jack k*lled his own son... Roger.

Yes.

A classic country-house m*rder mystery just like my favorite Agatha Christie book.

Daniel, that's not a book.

Passport?

I have to talk to Kate.

Daniel, what are you trying...

What are you trying to say?

Kate, Kate... Kate.

Agent Moretti, he's asking for you.

Daniel, I'm here.

[Sighs]

It's okay. I'm... I'm listening.

Just take your time.

Roger...

Jack's...

Son.

I don't understand.

Roger Jackson.

Roger Jackson?

I'm sorry. I don't know who that is.

P-passport.

Both: Roger Jackson.

Passport?

Do you know what it means?

I think he's telling me how to find Sonny Coonan.

Okay, thank you.

What's going on here, Moretti?

Daniel Pierce remembered seeing a name on a passport inside the house where Sonny Coonan was living.

So, Pierce, who was blown out of the house, had brain surgery, and then was catatonic for two weeks thinks he saw this name, and now you've mobilized the entire field office?

Yeah.

Okay. So, what have you got so far?

The name he remembered was Roger Jackson.

Now, there are 6,492 of them living in the U.S., but only one is white, age 73, and applied to replace a passport he claimed was stolen two weeks ago right after the expl*si*n.

Got to be Sonny Coonan.

Has Coonan picked up the new passport yet?

Yes. Two days ago at a P.O. box in Pilsen.

I already called Homeland Security.

They put him on the no-fly list.

Hopefully, we're not too late.

Woman: Ladies and gentlemen, we're experiencing a minor equipment issue.

There will be a slight delay.

But in the meantime, please enjoy a complimentary glass of champagne.

Kate: Enjoy the champagne, Sonny.

It's the last you'll ever have.

[Handcuffs click]

Rubber baby bug-buggy bumpers.

Rugger bab... Rubber baby buggy bumpers.

Baby buggy bumpers. Rugger...

I got to say, I'm a little disappointed in your performance.

These stupid vocal exercises are hard.

You're doing great without them. Talking about Sonny Coonan.

It took you almost two weeks to figure that out.

Sorry about that. I was in a, um, coma.

[Chuckles]

Donnie just indicted Coonan on everything under the sun...

Murders, conspiracy, racketeering... you name it.

Thanks to you, that guy's gonna die in prison, not Venezuela.

Thank you for helping me figure it out.

What are you talking about? I didn't do anything.

Ready to go home, Doc?

God yes.

[Sighs]

I'm gonna make one stop on the way.

Hey.

You look like crap.

I was in an accident, Dad.

Don't you remember?

No.

A-are you all right?

Yeah. Yeah, I'm okay.

Good.

[Chuckling] That's good.

Do you remember our trip to Scottsdale?

[Chuckles]

That's something I'll never forget.

[Chuckles]

We had fun watching the cubbies. Didn't we, Danny boy?

[Laughs] Yeah.

Yeah, Dad, we sure did.

Forgive me if I'm a little slower than usual today.

I'm still getting my sea legs back.

I've just been through a not so great experience.

So...

Is my glass half-empty, or is it half-full?

When you look ahead in your life, are you someone that expects things to work out for the best, or do you assume the worst?

When we envision the future, our rostal... our...

Our ros... our rost... our rostral anterior cingulate cortex... determines whether our vision will be one of clear-blue skies or dark storm clouds.

But optimism and pessimism are not hardwired.

By using cognitive behavioral techniques, we can overcome our natural tendency toward doom and gloom.

So, what do we want to do?

Do we want to dwell on the mistakes of the past, pick at the scabs of every wound?

Or can we make a fresh start, be grateful for what we have, cherish our relationships?

Our lives are richer when we choose optimism.

And if we do, we might just see that our glass is a little more full than we thought.