Faces In The Crowd Page #2

[panting]

[muffled sob]

Take a close look

at this, please.

And this one?

Is that the same

face you see?

No.

Both photos are

of the same man.

What you are

experiencing are

symptoms of prosopagnosia.

Sorry, proso-what?

Prosopagnosia

or face blindness.

It-it's an impairment

in face perception...

caused by a lesion

on the temporal lobe.

It's this part

of the brain that

allows us in a nanosecond...

to compare someone's face

with all of the faces

stored in our memory.

You wanna dumb it down

a little bit, Doc?

Every time you look

at someone's face...

it's as if you've

never seen them before.

Even someone close to you.

Even your

own reflection.

However, confirmed cases

of prosopagnosia are

extremely rare.

Anna is probably

suffering a slight

cerebral shock.

If the symptoms

persist, you'll need

to see another specialist...

for a second opinion.

Twenty-dollar

words for stuff...

they know nothing about.

Psychiatrists for ya.

I had the place

cleaned for when

you came back.

Thank you.

You know, I really

thought I was gonna

lose you there.

Come here.

So, are you getting

used to my new looks?

Are they an

improvement at least?

Yeah, I mean...no.

Y-you look great.

You see?

It's not all bad.

It'll pass.

And everything

will go back to

the way that it was.

Hey, at least some

things never change.

[phone rings]

Oh, that'll be

your dad.

He's been calling

non-stop on some

crackly line from Argentina.

[ringing]

Hello.

Uh, no.

I just brought her home.

No, I understand but

If you want.

Okay, I'll bring her in.

All right.

Hey.

Hey.

Everything okay?

Yeah.

Who was that?

It was just the police.

Some detective.

He keeps calling.

He wants to take

your statement. Now.

Guess you put

a pretty good

fight, huh?

How do you know that?

I called your cell.

On the bridge, remember?

I heard things.

I'm the one who

called the police.

[sighs]

(detective)

Any more interna/ memos

end up in the Tribune...

/'// personally tear

the son of a b*tch

a new ass hole.

Miss Marchant, correct?

How's the head?

You're the boyfriend?

Yeah. Bryce.

I'm Kerrest.

This way.

Watch your step.

Oh, I'm so sorry.

Oh, don't go in.

Just sign this

before you do anything.

Oh, you're wearing

that pretty blue tie.

Thank you.

[cell phone

siren ringtone]

Would you change this

goddamn cell phone ring?

Why don't you just figure it out

yourself, you freaking loser.

A pasta bracelet.

It's all we found

on the bridge.

No bag, no phone.

Are you sure they

didn't fall with you?

I'm gonna ask you

not to cancel your

cell phone contract.

The a**hole's probably not

stupid enough to use it,

but you never know.

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