[Nothing more than a roll of his eyes addressed Walt's point about Hank Schrader. But that was Chilton's problem, he tended to underestimate those who didn't fit his type. He had underestimated Jack Crawford's kneejerk defense towards Miriam Lass, he underestimated Matthew Brown's adulation of Will Graham, and he had underestimated Alana Bloom's dedication towards honesty. All of these instances had put Chilton at risk.

At Walt's question, Chilton couldn't mute the cutting smirk on his face if he had tried.]

My psychiatric abilities, yes. While I've got every sedative compound known to our professions -- and then some -- at my fingertips, that alone won't stimulate false memories. I have, ah -- [He shrugged, as if halfway feigning innocence.] A profound knowledge of psychic driving. I'm sure it can be applied to your specific criteria, but I would require the details, Walt. Who is the man, how long can I have him, which of his memories need modification?

And... How long did it take you to decide to throw this John Doe under the bus?