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Dr. Watson.
You were the best friend

Sherlock Holmes ever had.
Holmes!

Three men

went over the waterfall.

Yourself, Sherlock Holmes

and the man we'd been chasing.

James Moriarty.

You've had a knock on the head.

A traumatic brain injury.

Sherlock Holmes funded
a clinic for you to run.

We have a new case.

Who wants to amaze us
with their insights?

Shinwell Johnson.

We're not to be ignored.

An order arrives,
an order is executed.

You are a better doctor
now, John.

But the "old us" is
never coming back

Dr. Lubbock,
you have had

your left hand in the same spot

this entire meeting.

Oh, my God!
Why didn't you tell us?

I can celebrate.

Sorry, I didn't mean to snoop.

It's okay, babe.

Soon.

The signal-to-noise exercise is

one of the most
important things we do.

Okay, so you keep saying,

except it always turns out
to be a waste of time.

That's exactly why
it's so valuable.

There's more noise in the world
than there is signal.

Three cases with some
very interesting particulars

came into UHOP
within the past 72 hours.

In the Signal-to-Noise Exercise,

we determine which of these are
of diagnostic interest--

None. The answer,
without fail, is none.

So far, the answer has

always been none.
Correct. So far.

Ellen Samuelson.

She came to visit
her newborn grandson yesterday

when she started feeling faint.

The nurse went
to check her blood sugar

and realized Grandma Samuelson
had no fingerprints.

Closer inspection
of the grandson revealed

he shared the same condition.

They should be a
cat burglar team.

Hold that thought.

Consider Vaughn Timms.

Mr. Timms has been the victim
of frequent bone fractures.

Most recently,
he fractured his wrist

opening a pickle jar.

What kind of pickles?
Does it matter?

Let's table that issue for now.

There remains the matter

of William Betancourt.

At 11:29 last night,

he came into the ER
with an impaled tongue.

The patient was using
a floss threader.

So, what's signal?

And what's noise?

The presence
of physical findings

in both the grandmother
and the grandson suggests

an inherited genetic trait.

Yes, it is inherited;
however, it's also trivial.

Adermatoglyphia. Noise.

Why are all
these markers green?

The recurring fractures
are consistent

with Osteogenesis
Imperfecta.

Yes, except Vaughn Timms
doesn't have blue sclera.

He has
a dangerous exposure

that occurs
with an alarming frequency

among men of his generation.

Pickleball.

All of his X-rays
have been performed

within the hours
of 9:00 and 11:00 a.m.

The first time that you can
reserve a public court is eight.

It's a stimulating workout.

Okay, so then,

why didn't he just
tell the truth?

Because he was playing
with a woman who isn't his wife.

Very good, Dr. Derian.

Glad you decided to join in.

That leaves us
with Mr. Betancourt.

Dr. Lubbock.

You've seen something
like this before.

Maybe. I-I-I don't know.

It's the texture...

You're right to look closer.

The lesions are concerning
for Cowden Syndrome.

Which is...?

A genetic
predisposition to cancer.

Not only is your risk

of getting cancer higher,

but you're more likely to get it
at a younger age

and more than one type.

This patient needs screening
that should be routine,

but nobody caught his Cowden's.

Who wants to handle this?

Adam and...

Ingrid.

Track down the patient,

set up the screenings.

And you?

I'm on the Case
of the Green Markers.

No, I do, I do see
the problem, guv.

It's just the green ink.
It's-- it offends the senses.

As you've said. At length.

You've made inquiries?
Insistent inquiries.

It seems that the budget
for office supplies is covered

by the hospital itself,
and not the money

that Holmes set aside
to fund the clinic.

Someone in brass has

put word out:

we're to have green ink only.

Now, I could buy new
ones with petty cash.

No.

I appreciate the initiative.

I'll work this case on my end.

Good to see you feeling
spicy again, guv.

Wait...

You're not
Mr. Betancourt's assistant?

His second assistant, got it.

Um... Can I talk
to whichever one handles

important matters
vital to his health?

Yes, I'll hold.

I think I'm on hold
with Number One.

Earth to Sasha.

Oh. Hi, there.

Am I speaking with Mr.
Betancourt's first assistant?

My name is Dr. Adam Croft.
You good?

Sure, I'll hold.

It's like that tongue
put you into a trance.

Do y'all ever think
about your cadaver?

You mean,
from med school?

Sure.

You do not think about
the cadaver you dissected

in anatomy lab.

I do, too.

He donated his
body to science.

It's the first person
that you cut into.

You tend to remember it.
No.

You want to be thought of
as the kind of person

who appreciates
the sacrifice.

You don't actually
appreciate it.

Tell us
what he looked like, then.

That is private.

I will say he was
a beautiful man.

Mr. Betancourt.

We need to have a conversation
about your tongue.

Sorry. Now, how long is
this gonna take?

Mr. Betancourt--
Oh, Call Me Bill.

Bill--
No.

"Call Me Bill."
Like, call me "Call Me Bill."

The lawyer from those
billboards. You're Call Me Bill.

Mr. Betancourt,
we just informed you

that you have a genetic
predisposition to cancer.

A few hours for screenings
doesn't feel like a huge ask--

Wait, that... Sorry.

This is the phone I actually
do have to answer.

Call Me Bill.

No, Margaret,
that's not what I said.

I love the way you work Watson,
by the way.

He cooks up a training
exercise you think is silly,

and you just say,
"No, thank you."

Look, I'm just
protecting my time.

Stephens and Sasha don't
"protect their time."

You're his favorite.
You get to keep him on his toes.

Okay, I'm here.

You have me for the day,

uh, but there's,
there's just one thing--

Oh.

Margaret, how did you
get this number?

I'm not Watson's favorite.
Oh, yes, you are.

Um, you have me, I'm
all yours, but, uh,

you can't put me under because

I'm gonna be rolling calls
all day long.

Well, the first procedure
doesn't require sedation.

But most patients might
find it pretty uncomfortable.

Oh, that, that--

Call Me Bill.

William Betancourt stayed awake

during his own colonoscopy?

William Betancourt goes by...

Call Me Bill.

From the billboards?
That's Call Me Bill's colon?

And not only did he stay awake,

I'm pretty sure
he settled a case.

Are you seeing this?

There is no way
these growths are benign.

Schedule an OR.

Tumor spread is worse
than it appeared on imaging.

We'll have to proceed
with tender dissection

around the liver.

He's tachy at 150

and his BP's dropping.

I must've nicked the IVC.

I need more suction.

I can't see anything
on the field.

Lubbock, you're gonna have

to get into
that cadaver eventually.

Time of death, 9:24.

I spoke to his ex-wife.

She's gonna make sure
the family gets screened.

It's good that you care.

I don't want you to lose that.

You've seen a tongue
like Call Me Bill's before?

My cadaver from medical school.

I don't remember that much
about him, if I'm being honest.

But I do remember his tongue.

Cowden's?

Did anyone warn him?

Or his family?

How many of them went
to get a checkup,

and died on the
table the next day?

His family's still out there.

Why don't you warn them?

Get them in for some
early screenings

and save some lives.
That's impossible.

I have no idea who he was.

And they keep cadaver
donations anonymous.

Yeah, it doesn't sound
too impossible to me.

It sounds challenging.
It sounds like a mystery.

Mysteries are what we do.

So, Sasha has maybe-memories
about her cadaver's tongue--

They're not "maybe-memories."
They're memories.

I can tell you that, over time,

your brain changes

what you think
you remember.

You write a story
about the past,

and it's based on biases,
things you wish were true.

You say you can picture
this man's tongue.

What did his face look like?

What about the other students?

What do they look like?

You can't be
positive

about anything that happened
in that room,

not after all this time.

If
Dr. Lubbock is

is correct, yes, this could be

a meaningful
intervention

for multiple generations
of patients.

Unless that family learned
about Cowden's a long time ago.

Sure, let's just assume somebody
else solved the problem for us.

Our patient is named
Question Mark.

How do we find
the identity of a cadaver

Dr. Lubbock dissected
more than a decade ago?

We need to bypass
several layers

of confidentiality,
find the right body

among hundreds
of possibilities,

and locate family members
that could be

anywhere in the world.

You can't boil the ocean,
Dr. Derian.

One step at a time.

Sasha, turn your notes

from med school over
to Adam and Stephens.

They can scour them
for clues.

What makes you think
I still have those?

Oh, I don't know,
maybe because...

you're you?

You went to Pitt Med School,
I did,

and Ingrid did, as well.

We'll appeal straight
to the anatomy lab.

And I'll meet you guys there
in an hour.

What took you so long?

I told my lawyer

I want this
to be peaceful, John.

That's what we both want.

That's why it's mediating.

Mediation requires
two parties.

My lawyer has been trying
to get a session

on the books
for months.

We've been busy
at the clinic.

And I run the largest academic

health care system
in Western Pennsylvania.

I know, I know, I'm sorry.

Don't be sorry.

Participate.

Give him the name
of your lawyer.

Let's start there.

You do have a lawyer?

Schedule
the session.

Text me a time and a place
and I'll be there.

Oh, and so I don't respond,
so your answer to that

is to flood my clinic
with green ink?

I had to get
your attention.

What?

It's a good move.

Game recognize game.

Oh, that smell. I thought

I remembered how bad it was.

Your mind deluded you.

It's how memory works.

You seriously don't trust
your memory of your cadaver?

I mean,
I believe she was dead.

What do you think
you're doing?

What do you think
you are doing?

Brenda?
You're still here?

You can just call me
Brenda the Battle-Ax.

I know everybody does.

I don't think you
remember me, but--

Oh, no,
I remember you,

Mr. Handsome Goo-Goo Eyes.

I remember everybody
who's ever cut in my lab.

You're Girl Who Can't Be Alone
with a Cadaver.

And you're Late Night
Party Monster.

They let y'all

practice medicine.

That's wild.

We're trying to track down

a patient, who just
so happened to have been

a cadaver at this very lab
a decade ago.

I hate to break it
to you, Doctor,

but I don't think
that patient's gonna make it.

We're interested
in his descendants.

You kept a ledger documenting
confidential information

about every donor body
that's in here.

If we could maybe spend
an hour with it?

An hour

with the confidential ledger?

We could save
a lot of lives.

And it's a good cause.
You know what's
also a good cause?

Me having a job.

Yeah, I was hoping
that we could appeal

to your inherent
good nature

or the university's
ethics board.

But I did

come prepared to have

a different kind
of conversation.

You think
you can bribe me?

I wouldn't call it a bribe.

More like an opportunity
to do your civic duty.

Those better not be
baseball tickets, Dr. Watson.

I may be easy,
but I'm not a hussy.

Sasha's projected
class rankings,

goal lists for the next three,

five, and ten years.

I've got projected budgets
for wedding venues based

upon the profession
of Sasha's future groom.

Let me guess:
doctor, lawyer, finance?

The holy trinity.

There are two pages missing.

She tore them out.

Age, weight, height,
date and time of arrival.

It's all here,

along with each entry's
numerical code.

Brenda the Battle-Ax said the
lab processes 80 bodies a year.

The cadaver we're looking for
falls inside a two-year window.

Uh, take out women,
and that leave us with...

Looks like
more than 100 cadavers.

Yeah, well, I gave away

my Steelers-Ravens tickets to
get this ledger.

There's got to be more
you can tell us.

Start with who you were
back then.

The mind tucks away clues.

Smells, sights, sounds.

They're like cairns
on a hiking trail.

Pay attention,

they'll tell you exactly
where you need to go.

That was my old station.
Okay.

I sat on the stool
by the wall

'cause my lab partner
couldn't sit

without his knees brushing up
against the cadaver's feet.

Uh-huh.
Scott was kind of a giant.

Or so you think.
How tall?

At least six-two?

He played linebacker
at Penn State.

Scott thought that our
cadaver might have been

a football player, too.

They were about the same size.

Got it.
Six-two or taller.

Kristina was pissed

when our T.A. chose our group's
heart for the practical.

She wanted to be a cardiologist,
but her cadaver showed signs

of age-related arteriosclerosis
and ours didn't.

♪ 100 million screaming
and nobody listening ♪

♪ The world is different
♪ Cold world, cold world ♪

♪ Everybody wants to make
or enslave you ♪

♪ Inside of their vision
♪ Cold world ♪

♪ Cold world... ♪

And voilà.

There's only one entry
that fits the criteria.

A coffee stain?

Oh, come on!

Human error.

The only antidote
to human ingenuity.

Hello?

We have a situation here.

The Conundrum
of the Missing Pages.

Excuse me?

Adam thought of that little
phrase all by himself.

Um, can you put us
on speaker, please?

There are two pages that are

conspicuously missing
from your notes.

They were probably sloppy.

I took 'em out and recopied 'em.
Oh, stop it.

Your handwriting could be
on wedding invitations.

Fine. It was med school,

I was stressed, and I found
a way to blow off steam.

Micah, an art student.

He begged me to sneak him
into the lab

so he could practice sketching.

I told him I would

if he made me a study aid
for my head and neck final.

Mm, let me guess.
Brenda caught you guys?

Late Night Party Monster.

Couple years ago,
Micah called

and asked about those sketches.

He wanted to go back
to techniques

he used in his early works.

Wow. He makes a living
as an artist? That's cool.

I mean, he did a
couple years ago.

No way, these are all you.

I know you said you had
a fling with this guy.

You didn't say
you were his muse.

Not something I know how to
work into a conversation.

You see anything you like?

You actually came by.

I'm so sorry
I couldn't go to the opening.

I was out of town
with my fiancé.

It's all right,

it's all right.
You can see now,

after you gave me
those old drawings back,

I kind of went
down a rabbit hole.

So, about those drawings.

♪ Where the party at?
Where the party at? ♪

Never mentioned
he had a tattoo.

♪ Where the party at?
♪ Where the party at? ♪

Well, that's unexpected.

♪ Where the party at?
♪ Where the party at? ♪

Did I ever tell you

about the best summer
of my life?

You tell us pretty much nothing
about yourself,

Mr. Handsome Goo-Goo Eyes.

I once spent six months
in Lancaster, Pennsylvania

studying genetic bottlenecks
in the local population.

It was great people,
it was great weather.

I even got engaged
at the end of it.

And when I finally left,

the community made me
a beautiful quilt

to thank me
for all the work that I did.

And the quilt
was emblazoned with...

The Amish star

of Bethlehem.

Sasha's cadaver
had this tattoo.

Patient Question Mark
was either Amish

or connected to the community.

It's time for a road trip.

Watson's Amish
Summer of Love.

Terrible movie.
I wouldn't screen it.

It's a nice place
to get engaged, though.

How's your wedding planning
going?

I picture something
like the invasion of Normandy.

International cooperation,
efficient dispatch

of the opposition, some
tasteful use of flamethrowers.

Patient Question Mark's name
is Jacob Hochstetler.

Son to Melvin
and Samantha.

Born in 1977.

You got all that from
a five-minute conversation?

I diagnosed Eli's son
with Maple Syrup Urine Disease

when I was here last.
Now he's 17 and thriving.

So he's no longer
urinating maple syrup?

Eli trusts me.

He recognized this sketch

that Sasha's stalker did.

Micah is not a stalker.

He just remembers me fondly.

Jacob was
in the right age range.

Would've been
about 35 when he died.

Now, obviously,
we need to screen everyone

here we can for Cowden Syndrome.

We'll advise those
with the condition

to get routine
cancer screenings.

Jacob's immediate family's
gonna be trickier.

His father was accused

of embezzling money
from a charity that he ran.

The whole family left Lancaster
at the same time.

And nobody knows where they are?

These are the Amish.

Generally speaking,
when you're out,

you're out.
Dr. Watson?

You don't recognize me, do you?

Benjamin Burkholder.

Eli's son.
Benjamin.

Good to see you.
Maple syrup?

It's good to see you, sir.

I wanted you to know

that people still do talk
about those who've left.

There are rumors.

Jacob's sister
Rachel.

I've heard she lives
near Harrisburg now.

She married a man named Smith.

Rachel Smith.

Harrisburg.

I'm not getting a signal.

Most of the carriers don't
bother to put up towers here.

All right, is there
a computer that we could use?

Maybe a store with a landline?

Of course.

Or you could just use
the phone shanty.

Uh, Lancaster County's
still in Pennsylvania, Adam.

Actually, Sasha, most
of the camels in the U.S.

live on Amish
and Mennonite farms.

Cow's milk, as you know,
is hideously allergenic.

An immunological nightmare.

Camel milk,
on the other hand, is...

We can discuss that later.

Or never.
Never could also work!

Right now I need you to
find Jacob Hochstetler's sister.

Get me an address in Harrisburg,
I'll go visit her,

Sasha and Stephens will run
the Cowden screenings here.

If we can get 'em
to participate.

Rachel Smith?

She couldn't have married a man
with any other last name?

Four women named
Rachel Smith listed

in Dauphin County.

Hey, everyone...
I'm guessing 16?

Also very un-Amish.

"Watson's favorite."

What does that mean?

Are the words
themselves unclear?

I haven't noticed
any special treatment.

Watson makes an effort
to be impartial.

Rest in peace,
Rachel Smith number two.

It's nothing that he does.

It's a tone thing.

You have to track his eyes,
where his attention goes first.

He puts you
in a special category.

One that, as far as I can tell,

includes you, him and...

Sherlock Holmes.

It drives Sasha
and Stephens crazy.

I'm not saying
that you're right.

But if Watson sees me
as special,

why doesn't it drive you crazy?

I'm never going
to win a competition

with the three of you,

unless it involves
a ten-meter diving platform.

I barely cracked a book
until I blew out my knee.

It's okay that you think
functional medicine is soft.

I believe in the field.

I'll add a helpful perspective
when I can,

and I will be a better doctor
when I leave.

Are you well-adjusted?

Maybe?

I thought
you were just self-absorbed.

Rachel Smith,
part three.

No pictures,
no social media.

Just an address
on Hummel Street.

Not much for modern tech.

Could be our Rachel.

There's one more.

Hmm?

One more person
Watson considers a peer.

Went over the waterfall, too.

James Moriarty.

I've heard it said, Clyde,

that a man is only ever as sick
as the secrets he is keeping.

Fair amount of wisdom there,
Clyde.

Holmes had Watson to confide in.

Watson has me.

Who do I have?

As a conversationalist--

and let us be honest
with each other--

no one's gonna mistake either
of us for Oscar Wilde, are they?

You see, Clyde...

...a man gets desperate
when he's trapped.

Man can't abide
that state of affairs.

That is when

a man might consider
topping himself, Clyde.

But...

...if there's no move to make,

you get creative.

Don't you?

You make...

a move to make.

Watson's feeling better.

I have a phone.

Looks just like this one.

That's precisely the point.

This phone contains new
programming for the lab's robot.

All you need do is work
at your desk,

and it'll upload
of its own accord.

Do not leave it lying about.

In addition to the samples
you bring me,

the robot will be passing along
information

about the genomes
of your patients.

Clyde.

What?

His name's Clyde.

Are you quite all right,
Shinwell?

Buckle up, Amos.

Rachel Smith?

Sorry to bother you

at home, ma'am.
My name is John Watson.

I'm a geneticist and internist
at UHOP's home branch.

That's hours from here.

I need to talk to you
about your brother Jacob.

Jacob died ten years ago.

That's the thing.

We've recently come to believe

that your brother
had a genetic condition

called Cowden Syndrome.

Do you remember any lesions
on his tongue?

Uh, I do. I...

That's indicative
of Cowden Syndrome.

It runs in families.

We advise genetic testing
for anyone related to Jacob,

along with
frequent screenings

to detect potential
cancers before they grow.

Oh, my God.
No, I'm not saying
you have it, ma'am.

Just a precaution.

My-my son.

He's seen a doctor,

but I was told
it would go away on its own.

Are you saying Amos has cancer?

Rachel Smith was on her way
back to the ER when I got here.

Three weeks ago, doctors
diagnosed her son's growth

as an enlarged lymph node.

Could be cervical lymphadenitis.

With the mom's background,

the child may well
be under-immunized.

I recommend we swab for strep,
test for TB,

send a CBC, viral panel,
and blood cultures.

Go to a muffler shop,
get a muffler.

Go to an infectious disease
specialist, get an infection.

Your metaphor doesn't scan.

I'm not giving the patient
an infection.

Your metaphor doesn't scan.

Uh, this could be
an acquired goiter

from Graves' Disease
or hyperthyroidism.

I recommend TFTs.

Or...

it is cancer.

Children with Cowden Syndrome
can present

with thyroid cancer
as young as seven.

So we need to work him up
for every possibility.

Sasha and Stephens,
you two stay in Lancaster

and finish up those screenings.

Ingrid and Adam, I'm sending you

Rachel's consent letter
to get Amos's records.

We'll draw labs today,
rush the results.

We're gonna be back first thing
in the morning,

so be ready for us.

On it... Goo-Goo Eyes.

Dr. Lubbock?

My name is Treya Coblentz.

We tested you. I remember.

I forgot to say "thank you"
for what you're doing for us.

I'm-I'm grateful.
We are... we are grateful.

Of course.

I appreciate you saying that.

The talk is that

all of this started
because of my cousin Jacob?

That one of you doctors knew him
before he... died?

That was me. I...

I never met Jacob exactly,

but I was familiar with him.

My family--

the ones who left--

you'll give them
these same tests?

We are already in contact
with Rachel and her son,

and she's giving us the
information to find the others.

Rachel has a bobbin?

A-a baby?

His name's Amos.
He's eight now.

Well, I'll pray
for their well-being.

So will I.

As I said,
my name is Treya Coblentz.

If you could keep me informed
with how they're doing,

I'd be so grateful.

Oh, of course.

We'll see
who comes in tomorrow, but

I think
that we can call it a day.

Everybody keeps thanking me.

I don't even know
what we did here.

There might be
an eight-year-old with cancer

who's getting treatment
who otherwise wouldn't have.

That just makes me wish
we had gotten here sooner.

You're tired,
so maybe you can't see it,

but these tests,
what we're doing here--

it's going to make a difference.

I can't remember her.

My cadaver.

I know
that we called her Amelie,

but I can't remember
anything else.

Whoever she was--
it didn't matter.

What I needed,
or what I thought I needed,

was an "A" in anatomy.

People underestimate you.

But you are
a remarkable person.

And you use that to make
yourself a remarkable doctor.

We're about an hour away.

You get into the city often?

Not much since
we lost Jacob.

It's been years.

And you've been
to Fallingwater?

Too many times.

My husband was obsessed
with Frank Lloyd Wright.

Was? Didn't work out?

Uh, no, no.

He managed
construction sites.

He was on a demolition project
in Harrisburg

when a structural beam gave way.

He never made it
to the hospital.

I'm sorry.

Suddenly single mother,

no community to support you.

You ever try to go back?

I don't think I could.

The way we left.

It was so unforgiving.

My dad never even told us
if it was because he chose it

or because it was
chosen for us.

Doesn't matter, I suppose.

Amos and I are strangers
to them now.

But I'll always carry that place
with me.

Excuse me.

Hello.

I'm cutting it close.

I got caught up
on a community outreach call,

but I should be there in ten.

How far away are you?

The mediation.

Yes. The mediation.

Please tell me
you're on your way.

Well...

I'm calling my lawyer.

He's been telling me we should
be taking a different approach.

No, no, you don't
have to do that.

Are you watching cartoons?

Well, I'm in a car,

driving with a sick child
and his mother.

Hey, I went to,
uh, Lancaster.

Eli Burkholder says hi.

Eli. What were you
doing out there?

I don't feel good.

Listen, I'm sorry

about the mediation,
but right now

I need you to get
a room ready for me.

Eight-year-old patient,
showing signs

of respiratory distress.
I've got my eye on him.

What's happening
to my son?

Okay, where are you?

We're about 40 minutes out.

You said an hour.

Not if you pick up the pace.

Patient is in
respiratory distress

with new-onset fever.
Start oxygen at ten liters,

administer IV acetaminophen.

We have the labs in.
Viral PCRs are all negative.

Blood cultures
are no growth to date.

There's nothing
to explain

why he's
getting worse.

The tumor on his neck
is pressing on his airway.

Watson.
He's not gonna be able

to keep breathing
like this for too much longer.

We may need
to intubate.

Watson, that kid
doesn't have a tumor.

The Cowden screening
came back negative.

I mean,

technically,
he could have cancer.

Thyroid cancer
in an eight-year-old?

Without Cowden Syndrome,
the chances are too slim.

We have to figure out

what's wrong with him right now
or he could die.

Sasha and Stephens are
close to Rachel's house.

Have them
turn that place upside down.

Anything at all might help.

All right, you're
the infectious diseases guy.

Tell me what we're looking for.

Anything that's living,

anything that used to be living,

anything that's carrying

somethingliving.

So, anything?
Anything.

We need data.

Pickles, filtered water,

what appears
to be bologna.

In the trash
I'm seeing tissues,

junk mail...

Standing by to
intubate, Dr. Watson.

Give me something
I can use, doctors.

We don't know what
we're looking for.

Anomalies.

Find me something that
shouldn't be there.

Is it weird that only

one flower is alive?

That's a lily.
They live longer in a vase.

We can't wait
any longer.

Amos has
air hunger.

I need to place a breathing tube
to keep his airway open.

Whatever he needs, please.

Okay, we're gonna
make sure he's sleeping,

make sure he's...

Okay, wait, wait.

Let me see that picture again.

Desert Dew.

Does your son drink camel milk?

Uh, yeah, I get it for him
at the farmers market

to give him a taste of home.

Okay, I need
an ultrasound machine,

some gel, a large-bore needle,
and a syringe.

Unpasteurized camel milk
had been linked

with outbreaks of
brucellosis, which,

in rare
occasions, manifests

as a thyroid abscess.

Okay, Hold still, buddy.
It's gonna be okay.

Watson, you're
recovering from

two TBIs. You've had seizures.

You've brought Amos this far.

One of us should
take it from here.

You're almost there, buddy.

You're doing great.

You're almost there, Amos.

Good job, buddy.

We'll operate on
the abscess.

He should
be fine.

Rachel?

Treya?

I've missed you.

Oh, for your son.

They say that
he's recovering?

Yeah, the surgeons here
washed out the abscess.

Drained it completely.

Amos is going to be fine.

He's so beautiful.

He looks
just like you.

You made this?

Amos, wake up.

Wake up.

I want you
to meet your aunt.

Hi.

Actually, um, if
the boy's up to it,

there's a bunch of us
who'd like to know him.

12 cases of
Cowden Syndrome.

That's 12 people who know
to get early screenings.

I heard they already

caught one case
of breast cancer?

A small tumor.

It should respond
to treatment.

Hmm.

You made your
own quilt.

I'm not much
for sentiment,

but it might just be
one of the most

beautiful things
I've ever seen.

Why'd you want
to meet me here?

The shading in your hair
is a little extra.

I get why you
didn't want

to tell us about
the artist.

Oh.

Oh, Ingrid, it's-it's not
what you think.

That you're
having an affair?

No, I know.

You'd never go
after someone

who's actually
into you.

The ring.

It's obviously fake.

I mean, it is
a diamond, but

you're not engaged.

Bold move, wearing a bogus ring

into John Watson's office,

where he trains up
four human lie detectors.

It's my engagement ring.

It's...

just not mine yet.

Okay, well, we're here because

you seem to be having
a hard time

seeing yourself in the mirror.

So maybe you can see
yourself on these walls.

You got in
to the best

fellowship
in the country.

You saved like
12 people this week.

You crawled so far
into your ex's head,

he's still drawing
you a decade later.

I don't know your boyfriend,

but I do know
that he's stringing you along.

And I'm positive

that you're better than that.

Thank you.

I think.

How about

you don't force me to pretend

to be interested
in a pretend engagement?

That's the best
thanks of all.

Sorry to bother you
so late at night.

Are you all right, John?

Yeah, everything's fine.

I'm not hiring a divorce lawyer.

It's not
to delay things.

I'm just not contesting
the divorce.

What made you change your mind?

I want you to have the
life that you want.

And if...

that's without me, then...

I want to help you get there.

I'll be at the next
mediation alone.

How was it
up there?

Lancaster.

How was it?

It's still the most beautiful
place I've ever seen.

I'll always carry it with me.

Can you believe

we're really about
to do this?

Hi, I'm Mary Morstan.

I guess we're
lab partners.

John Watson.

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