Faces In The Crowd Page #2
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- 2011
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[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 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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