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Previously on Watson...
ZACH: You found that again?

I don't want it anymore.
Sasha, come on.

You need to have your stuff
out of here in two weeks.

Professor Moriarty has
some thoughts

on the prescriptions
Dr. Watson is writing

for himself in your name.

You're to empty
the bottle of tamsulosin

and replace it with these pills.

INGRID:
My mother and my father left

when I was 16,

and there's one thing I do
to celebrate my birthday.

It's private.

THE REP:
You're familiar with a man named

Sebastian Moran?

A single word from me,

and Sebastian Moran will call
on the Evans family.

A hatchet will be
the kindest option

available to them on that day.

♪ ♪

(phone rings)

RECEPTIONIST:
UHOP, please hold.

(speaks quietly)

SHINWELL:
Who are these for, mate?

Shinwell Johnson. (scoffs)
If that's a real name.

Oh, it's real.

Though I'm not sure a mug
like mine was made for flowers.

What say you?

Give it here.

(pen scribbles)

(door opens, closes)

♪ ♪

♪ ♪

(siren wails)

Help! Please!

Help! Somebody, please.

Help! Help!

I need--
What happened?

I can't remember. I--
I-I need some help here!

Wait. Who are you?

What are you doing?
Ginny, we need--

What are you doing?
No, no, no. Wait!
Ginny...

Wait. What?
You're in the ER.

Okay. Thanks, Nick.
We should be good now.

So, I've cleaned up
the cut on your abdomen,

but it seems like you're
having memory trouble.

Memory trouble?
What do you mean?

We've already told you this
a few times.

No, you haven't.
I have.

But then you forget me
and we do this all over again.

Could I, could I talk
to a doctor

as soon as possible, please?
You will soon.

We're just waiting for transport
to take you up to psych.

No. Not psych.

That's not... That's,
that's not what this is, okay?

I just, I...

Something isn't right,
I can feel it,

and I really, I really just need
someone to listen to me.

They will. I promise.

Patient in 7 is
asking for you again.

Okay, I'm only gonna
be gone a second.

Okay.

♪ ♪

(alarm beeping)

WOMAN (over P.A.):
Code Green, Code Green.

28, female, green jacket,

white sneakers.
(elevator dings)

STEPHENS:
They're not the most
attractive organisms,

but they're
harmless, right?

What do face mites have to
do with our lupus patient?

WOMAN (over P.A.):
Code Green, 28, female,

green jacket, white sneakers.

What does Code Green
mean here again?

Missing patient. We're supposed
to take note of the descriptors.

Dr. Croft Number One,

can you please
enlighten your brother?

Does that mean
I'm Croft Number Two?

Face mites.
It does.

"The Body at War"?

What does that mean, anyway?

ADAM: Face mites are
usually harmless.

Unless there's
a buildup of them.

Too many face mites can cause

a number of issues: burning,
itching, sensitive skin...

Yes, demodicosis. Thank you.
This is a typical sample.

You can see a few face mites
when we zoom out,

but that's not surprising.

This sample...

...is our patient Paula's.

(elevator dings)

INGRID:
I'm assuming they also
affect the eyes.

And you'd be correct
in your assumption, Dr. Derian.

A buildup of mites

can lead to decreased vision
seemingly overnight.

It's the immunosuppressants.

The patient's on
immunosuppressants for lupus,

but the immune system keeps

the face mite
population in check.

All those mites, just having
a bug orgy on your face.

More or less. Paula's lupus
isn't getting worse.

It's just that her face mites
are having a breeding field day.

And we have a winner winner,
chicken dinner.

A cream with acaricide will

clear them up and should
improve her eyesight.

Dr. Lubbock,

you can
give Paula the news.

INGRID:
Describe the mite sex in detail.

Leave nothing out.

♪ ♪

Oh!

Do you need help, love?

No, don't-don't come any closer!

I-I ain't gonna bite.

Are-are you Shinwell Johnson?

Everyone's thinking
about it, right?

Thinking about what?

The mite orgy.
Happening on your face.

STEPHENS:
I'm thinking about whatever
Adam hid in there.

I'm shopping for food later.
It's a grocery list.

And for the record,
the situation

on my brother's face
is downright chaste.

His mites lack sexual vigor.

Wait, no, no.

No, wait, wait.
Who are you?

What's-what's going on?
WATSON: Hold on, hold on.

What...?
Hold on.

I'm Dr. John Watson.
What's your name?

Ginny. I'm Ginny.

I-I need a doctor
to listen to me.
Okay, Ginny.

You need a doctor
to listen to you,

you are in exactly
the right place.

I'm gonna listen.

Just put that down, okay?

Do-do I know you?

♪ ♪

S-So, um, you're,
you're all doctors?

And you'll listen to me?
Yes, we're listening
to you now, Ginny.

Do you remember anything
that happened to you in the ER?

Um...
(sighs)

No.

WATSON: What's the last thing
you do remember?

Um, who are you people?
(sobs)

Where am I?

Three minutes and eight seconds
since the last time she reset.

Reset? No, I need,

I need someone to
listen to me.

I don't, I don't,
um, feel right.

Ginny, you're experiencing
episodic memory loss.

My name is Dr. John Watson.

You are now under the care
of myself and my team.

Do you mind if I take
a peek at your planner?

Uh, yeah.
(exclaims)

Ginny, are you trying
to draw a clock?

Yeah, so I-I know how to make
a-a clock, um, 'cause I,

I studied the clock test
in my college neuro class.

Can I have this for a second?
I'll give it back.

Okay.

She's self-administering
the clock test.

She's trying to gauge her
own executive function.

She needs a head CT, not psych.

No, I don't need psych.

'Cause I'm not, um...

Something, something
is not right.

WATSON: Yes, it's okay,
Ginny, it's okay.

We're gonna admit you,
but not as a psych patient.

Okay? We're gonna listen to you
and we're gonna help you.

Do you understand?

How would Ginny know

one of the medications
I'm taking?

Perhaps the young lady is
taking it herself?

Yeah, but the same drug,
same dosage?

You know what Holmes
always said about coincidence?

"The universe is rarely
so lazy." Yeah, yeah.

Different fella,

William of Ockham,
had a saying of his own.

He said,
"The simplest explanation

is usually the right one."

Ginny had the office
to herself for, let's say,

maximum two minutes.

Dug around,

found your prescription bottle
before I got here.

(knocks)
Our Code Green was
in here with a weapon?

It was hardly a weapon.
Dr. Morstan.

Shinwell.

I'll leave you to it.
William of Ockham, guv.

Think always of his razor.

She's not a threat.

Ginny, she "wakes up"
in a strange environment

every three minutes.

She's scared. I mean,
who wouldn't be?

Ginny...
Thank you for checking up on us,

but everything's good here.

Ginny's our patient now.

Short for Virginia?
I assume so.

Your grandmother.

I didn't, didn't make
the connection right away.

You okay?

All good, John. Just a name.

INGRID:
She has evidence

of cerebral edema.

Swelling and the fact
that Ginny's testing

her own executive
function suggests that

what she's experiencing
isn't psychological.

She is paranoid and delusional.

INGRID:
Not purely psychological.

Ginny knows something's off.

If you're all the way
inside your delusion,

that's your normal.

Yes, I agree that there's
an underlying organic cause.

So, what has happened
to Ginny Roberts's memory?

The most common reasons
for brain edema are

traumatic brain injuries
and strokes.

There's evidence
of neither on the CT.

That's not dispositive,
as you well know.

Is Adam arguing with me?

I can't hear over the sounds

of the microscopic party
happening all over my face.

Microscopic tea party, maybe.

(scoffs)
WATSON: Uh, I'm sorry.

So-so, what's happening here?
SASHA: Stephens is mad

'cause Adam says his
face mites aren't cool.

That's not it.

That is it, but in my defense--

Your face mites are
so cool, Stephens.

I'm sure they have so much sex.

Um, it could be an infection,

causing an encephalopathy.

Dengue fever?

It's becoming
more common in the U.S.

Well, I'm not seeing
any severe symptoms

(phone vibrating)
of dengue yet,
but let's find out

if Ginny's been having any
cold and flu-like symptoms.

SASHA:
If she's been sick recently,
could be Reye's syndrome.

We usually just think
of it in kids, but...
Uh, a disease

with a genetic cause
that is often triggered

(phone vibrates)
by infection?

Let me see. Oh, I do
believe that you have hit

the Watson-Stephens parlay.

ADAM:
We should consider
the possibility

of a toxin exposure.
Well, we'll screen her.

In the meantime,
we need to pinpoint

when this all started.

Crofts, see what you can learn
from Ginny's recent movements.

Dr. Derian,
look to her chart

for clues as to who
she really is.

Dr. Lubbock and I will
start her on steroids,

and see where we can get
with her history.

Off you go.

♪ ♪

SASHA:
Hey.

Something up?

What? No. I'm fine.
Geez Louise,

everybody's hiding stuff today.

Yeah, including you.

You gonna share why you're not
wearing your engagement ring?

Gave it back to Zach.

It's over.
Oh.

Congrats.
Thank you.

So, you want to tell me
what's going on with you?

(scoffs)

Not a chance, Lubbock.

WATSON:
The first few months of the year

are filled with appointments,
but then it comes

to an abrupt end
about four weeks ago.

There's only one appointment
listed for the last month,

and that was
a dentist appointment, there.

Do you remember?
Well...

no, 'cause it hasn't
happened yet, right?

We have one minute, Dr. Watson.

Thank you. Ginny,

do you remember anything

out of the ordinary
happening recently?

Maybe it was a cold
or some injuries,

a night of heavy drinking?

No, nothing like-- oh, God,
except, okay, yeah, um...

Okay, so I-I was pregnant.

Uh, my girlfriend
and I,

we just decided to go for it,
but, uh, it didn't work out

and I lost the baby.

Um, and then we-we...

(exhales)
...we broke up and...

(fading): Yeah, it was a
really, really rough week.

(violin playing)

I know I was, I was looking
into planning a solo trip

after that, just to sort of get
out of my head a little bit.

Eat Pray Love it up
or whatever.

Uh... I can't remember where
I was planning to go, though.

Do you not have any
other questions for me?

Oh, yes, well, we-we do,
we're just...

waiting for the time
to start over.

Oh.

♪ ♪

(whispers):
You need to get it out.

Get it out, please!

Get the haloperidol.
You need to get it out!

Ginny, we're here
to help you, Ginny.
You... (cries out)

Listen-- okay.
Don't you see?

There is something inside of me
and it is eating its way out.

Can't you see the teeth marks?
No! No, no, no. Ginny.

Ginny, Ginny, Ginny.
You need to get it out.

STEPHENS:
Okay.

Thank you, ma'am.
I'll hold.

Ginny's last post
is from Machu Picchu.

Little over a week ago.

I can't hear you. Hold music.

Ingrid's here, too.

Or is she?

What was she doing there?

An Ayahuasca retreat.

Okay, so she's been
spending time at high altitudes

taking hallucinogens.

Ayahuasca is an
effective treatment

for depression and trauma.

Yes, it can also have
serious side effects

if you suffer from anxiety.

STEPHENS:
I'm still here.

Thank you, ma'am.

Sorry.

Um, thank you, Kelly.

That's very helpful.

That glass shard
that Ginny used as a weapon

had some of a logo on it.

It's a pint glass from
a microbrewery on Carson Street.

Ginny went in there
when they opened today,

she ordered one drink,

then she started screaming
for help, broke a glass

and cut into her own stomach.

WATSON:
So, what information did you get

from Ginny's chart?
INGRID:
She moved here

from Cleveland last year.

There's no PCP
listed in her chart.

Got her father's number
from the emergency contact.

He didn't know much about the
trip, but he's on his way here.

Ginny remembers, uh, a breakup.

Someone named Dana.

ADAM:
I saw pictures of
them together online.

I sent her a message,
but no response yet.

Very good, Dr. Croft.

(violin playing)

(violin stops)

You good, Watson?

High-altitude sickness,

now that would explain
the majority of her symptoms,

but she's been back in
Pennsylvania for a minute now.

Could it be the
Ayahuasca itself?

Drug-induced psychosis?
Hmm, well...

I don't see it from a course
of just Ayahuasca.

But there is a higher demand
for the drug now,

and some
of these retreats

they can't keep up,

so they keep mixing it with...
STEPHENS:
Bromo-dragonfly.

You think she has
bromo-dragonfly toxicity.

Very good, Dr. Croft, but...

(violin playing)

SASHA:
Do you...

hear something?

No, I just, um...

I just need
to check on something.

So, start Ginny
on some antipsychotics

and send her labs
to test

for bromo-dragonfly
and other hallucinogens.

♪ ♪

HOLMES:
My dear Watson.

Always so close to the truth.

Holmes?

HOLMES:
You have the answers.
She told you.

Look for the teeth marks,
my friend.

The lasting impressions.

It's happening again.

I'm hallucinating.

HOLMES:
You have the answers.
She told you.

Look for the teeth marks,
my friend.

The lasting impressions.

(door opens)

Feeling pucker
this morning, guv?

Am I feeling "pucker"?

Vigorous.

Well.

Hmm.
You had a bit
of a hiccup

at the end of the day yesterday.

Declined a ride this morning.

Call it me
and my anxious attachment style,

but a man does get curious.

Yes, I'm...

pucker. Well, mostly pucker.

This current dosage is having me
feeling a little wonky lately.

"Wonky"?

A scientific term, is it?

Look,

why don't you just take a rest?

Have a couple of days off?

Because I've got patients,
Shinwell.

And the higher dosage should
keep all my symptoms in check.

And if that works...

...I will write you
a new prescription.

♪

"You have the answers.
She told you."

It's just something
Holmes told me once.

I look at it when I'm stuck.

How's she doing?

About the same.

We thought maybe she had
bromo-dragonfly toxicity,

but her labs came back...
(violin playing)

negative.

(muffled):
John?

You with me?

(violin stops)

Um...

So, I saw you rounded
on her twice yesterday.

Can I ask your interest here?

Uh, sorry?
I mean, you know,
is it because Ginny

has your grandmother's name,
or is there

some other reason
why you're following up?

She's a patient
in my hospital, John.

I get caught up sometimes.

GINNY:
You two.

You've got history.

Morning, Ginny.

You're at UHOP, the
main branch in Oakland.

You're under
my care now.

You're so beautiful together.

Why is there so much pain there?

Dr. Watson and his team
are working to help you.

They're some of the best
doctors in the country.

♪ ♪

You!

Hi, Ginny.
"Hi"?

You left!

Ginny.
I needed you,

and you left.
Ginny.

Now it's eating me.

It's gonna eat
us both! Ah...

What-what are these?

What is th...
(exhales)

(indistinct P.A. announcement)

What the hell was that?
Sorry you're in distress.

Ginny's not rational right now,
but that reaction,

it comes from
somewhere.

She lost the baby.

It's not my fault.
It's just a thing that happened.

Does Ginny blame you
for the miscarriage?

Uh, sorry, John, I, um...

I have meetings.
You're leaving?

I was just checking up on Ginny.

I can't get caught up in this.

Maybe it was a bad idea.

The donor, trying to get
pregnant at home.

So, you didn't
have IVF?

Does it look like we have
that kind of money?

Maybe we were trying
to save something

that died a long time ago.

(whispers):
I can't take this.

It's not my fault.
Nobody is blaming you.

Ginny is.

Listen, we need you
to help us build a timeline.

Has Ginny been
in contact with you?

Not for two weeks.

I'm sorry, I can't help you.

HOLMES:
The answers are there, Watson.

All you need to do is listen.

(sighs)

I do miss you, Holmes,

but I wish you'd get out
of my head.

HOLMES:
Why are you hearing me?

Aren't you a better doctor
than that?

(indistinct P.A. announcement)

HOLMES:
Why are you hearing me?

Aren't you a better doctor
than that?

SASHA: We really shouldn't
be doing this.

It's not our fault
Adam left his list out.

These are titles, right?

They have to be titles.
What are you guys doing?

We're trying to figure out
what your list means.

The one you've been
working on in secret.

You left it out.
"In the drawer" is not out.

It's practically out.

These are titles, right?

Are you writing a book?

That's your endgame.

Isn't it?
You use the clinic

to boost your credibility,
find some publisher

to back you,
become one of those TV doctors.

I don't have
to find a publisher.

I have a book deal already.

You do?

It's about using
genetic testing

to zero in on the optimal diet.

Not optimal in the general
sense, optimal for you.

The best diet doesn't have
to be some vague thing anymore.

STEPHENS:
That's...

that's not a bad idea.

It's actually a good idea.
I know.

I just can't think of a title.

SASHA:
Hey.

I told them it was
none of our business.

INGRID:
Look, we just needed
something to do.

Watson's been in his office
all morning.

Actually, Watson's right here.

Update on the patient.

Ginny does not have
bromo-dragonfly toxicity,

and her autonomic nervous system
isn't regulating properly.

It could be a sign that she has
Neuroleptic Malignant Syndrome.

Good, but I'm...

not joining the brainstorming
session this morning.

I'd actually like to have a word

with Stephens

in private.

Uh...

sure, let's go up
to your office.

How about we take a walk?

Looking forward to hearing
all of your theories.

Everything
all right, guv?

We're good, Shinwell.
Back in a few.

You want me to test the
chemical composition? Why?

If my theory is right,
I can't do it by myself.

You're discreet.

You value what we do here.

I don't mean "why me,"

I mean, why are you doing this
in the first place?

I can't tell you that.

I don't think
you want me to tell you.

If you trust me
to do this,

you have to trust me
with the "why."

You've been writing
prescriptions for yourself?

These are off-label uses
for established medications.

It happens all the time.
Not like this.

Think about everything
that we've done here

over the last few months.

Would our patients
have been better off if I was

on some medical leave
for a TBI?

On two occasions now,
I've had hallucinations.

Each time, it's happened right
after I've refilled Tamsulosin.

So either you're paranoid,

and this is all part
of a delusion or...

what, someone's switching out
your medication?

You just get me the chemical
composition of those pills.

And if I am wrong,
you can report me

to anyone you like.

When she was in my office,

Ginny wrote down
the exact dosage

of my Tamsulosin in her planner.

Why would she know that?

You think she walked in
on someone

switching out your medication.

WATSON:
Not just someone.

The only other person that was
in that room with her.

The name that's on that label.

♪ ♪

So where'd you land
on Ginny Roberts?

I'm gonna do a lumbar puncture
to test her cerebrospinal fluid

for signs of meningitis.

SASHA:
We're still mining
for more data.

But in the meantime,

it's just a waiting game.

I concur.
ADAM:
Watson.

Ginny is asking to see you.

Okay, I-I had
a nurse write this down.

Oh...

"I'm living in a prison,
Dr. Watson.

People tell me
every three minutes, I come to."

So I can remember my name,
my family.

But I have no idea
how I got here

or-or what I,
what I've done wrong.

Well, you haven't done
anything wrong, Ginny.

(sighs) My arms are
lashed to this bed.

And I have to read
this note to figure out

where I even am.

I guess if there's a nurse,
I could ask some questions.

But that takes probably, what,

like 90 seconds?
(gasps)

And that leaves me
a minute and a half

before it starts all over again.

And that's when
I can think.

When I can be me?

90 seconds?

Yes, it-it's awful, Ginny.

And I promise you we are
working as hard as we can

to figure out
what's wrong with you.

I believe you now, but in...

what, two minutes,

I won't?

These restraints,
they really scare me.

I understand, I understand,
but we are concerned.

There's been a few incidents.

What, have I
hurt myself?

Have I,
have I hurt somebody else?

Not since you've been here, no.

Then, please.

I'm-I'm your patient.

I'm telling you I'm in distress.

Please?

I wrote the order for the
restraints, so I'll withdraw it.

Thank you.
Okay?

Thank you, thank you.

So-so how long do I have left?

A little
over a minute.

Okay.
(cries)

Um...

will you stay with me?

Of course.

I'll make sure you know
who you are.

(chuckles)

You're all stocked up
on essentials, guv?

Yep, I'm completely
fine, Shinwell.

I don't need you
to shop for me.

Don't mean to crowd, guv.

You get to feeling off,

I tend to overcompensate.

(laughs):
Again, I'm fine.

I'm not feeling off.
(phone chimes)

Doubling up them pills
worked then, did it?

Um, seems like it did.

Sometimes, you know,
these dosages

take some, uh,
some time to dial in.

If that's
one of the fellows,

I've told them not
to bother you after 9:00.

I don't mind tonight.

I'm, um, working with Stephens

on a theory about Ginny Roberts,
so...

Yeah, so if you don't
mind, I need to...

I need to return this.

Of course.

Guv?

If something was going on
with you...

you-you know
you could trust me with it.

Right?

Goes without saying, Shinwell.

Thank you.

♪ ♪

SHINWELL: At some point,
I have to accept...

...there won't be a response.

If...

Watson finds his way
to the truth on them pills...

...he finds his way to me.

It's a straight line
from there to Moriarty.

Moriarty, if threatened,

surely places a phone call

to Sebastian Moran.

But if I take the blame,

if I take all the blame...

...maybe...

...there's no slaughter
in Bakewell.

(phone vibrates)

(sets phone on counter)

♪

HOLMES:
"My dear Watson.

"Always so close to the truth.

"You have the answers.

She told you."

Can't you see the teeth marks?

Look!
(screams)

HOLMES:
Look for the teeth marks,
my friend.

The lasting impressions.

Now it's eating me!

It's going to eat us both!

Where's Ginny?

Where's the patient?

I was here with her
five minutes ago.

She needs somebody
by her side

every time
her memory resets.

Ginny wrote these to herself?

Call a Code Green.

And we need
an X-ray tech on standby.

MAN (over P.A.): Code Green,
Code Green. Female, brown hair,

brown eyes, hostile.

(exhales)

Ginny!

No.

Ginny, stop!

No, no. Who are you?!

I'm John Watson.

I'm your doctor.

Oh! (laughs)

"Your doctors aren't
listening to you."

You are right.
We haven't been--

I haven't been
listening to you.

And I'm sorry for that.

Now, Ginny,
you might be right

about what's causing
all of this.

I believe that there is
something inside of you,

and it does have teeth.

If you just come inside
with me for one test,

I think I can help you.

And if you still want to leave,

I will take you anywhere
you want to go.

TECH:
Stay still.

(machine buzzes)

Ginny, we're gonna put
the image on the screen.

(gasps)
What is that?

I know it looks scary, it's
just an accident of nature.

You have a tumor, Ginny.

It's called
an ovarian teratoma.

It's a tumor...

with teeth.

(quiet chatter)
(monitor beeping steadily)

An ovarian teratoma?

How did you know
to check?

All I had to do was listen.

Ginny has Anti-NMDA
Receptor Encephalitis.

All this, the swelling
in the brain,

the memory loss,
the behavioral changes,

it was all caused
by the teratoma.

Congratulations, John.

I'm glad she's in your hands.

Wait, it's not even 5:00
in the morning.

What are you doing here?

I asked my team to keep me
current on Ginny's condition.

Can we just watch?

Of course.

HOLMES:
My dear Watson.

Always so close to the truth.

MARY:
Ginny?

Short for Virginia?

I can't get caught up in this.

Ginny...

That wasn't just your
grandmother's name, it's...

That's what we were
going to name our daughter.

So when I took that last call
from Holmes, when I left...

...you were pregnant?

I, um...

I didn't know until
after you were gone.

So, what happened?

I lost her, John.

We tried for years.

And then it
finally happened.

And you never knew.

And I couldn't tell you.

And I lost her.

♪ ♪

Guv?

What's wrong,
Shinwell?

Uh...

I need to tell you something.

LLOYD:
Oh, hi.

Hi.

Can we help you, sir?

I'm Lloyd.
I'm a pharmacist here.

You don't know me.

But I know you.

Hey, hey, hey.
Lloyd, Lloyd.
Yeah...

Not so close
to Dr. Watson.

Oh, you're afraid
I'm gonna hurt him?

(chuckles)

Too late there.

Ibogaine.
Tamsulosin.

Tamsulosin. Ibogaine.

Your prescriptions
come in, and I, uh...

I've been trading one
for the other.

Well, those aren't
my prescriptions.

They're Shinwell's.

LLOYD: That may fool
the rest of the world,

but, uh, it didn't fool him.

(chuckles)

"Him"?

Someone is watching you,
Dr. Watson.

Someone who knows all about you.

Who knows all about me,
for that matter.

See, I owe
so much money.

I keep telling my wife
I'm gonna stop.

I bet my son's college funds
on a Premier League match.

I have never watched
a soccer match in my life.

But there you go.

(laughs quietly)

I have scratched this itch
to the bone, Dr. Watson.

And just when it all
piled up too high...

when I was finally ready
to take that easy escape...

he showed up,
bailed me out.

All the money I needed
to make my family whole,

in exchange for...

a simple swap.

Lloyd. Lloyd.
Yeah?

Look, look.

You don't have
to do this, mate.

Oh, it's already done.

(grunts) I took all the pills
before I got here.

What'd you take?

LLOYD:
Um, well, I took enough.

Yeah. Oh, geez.

Wow. Whoa.

I took enough.

(sniffles)

I'm so sorry, Dr. Watson.

(choking)

(gurgling)

Why did he do it?

Why here? Why today?

The man was unwell.

I don't think we'll...

really ever understand.

SASHA:
Watson? If you want
some good news,

she's stable.

Ginny.
She'll be up soon.

So, every three minutes,
I would just forget everything?

Yes, and even
through all of that,

you still managed
to advocate for yourself.

But how did I even know?

Um, maybe you did
your own research.

Maybe you had some insight
from your retreat.

Could've been
a little of both.

I'm not exactly sure,

but if I had just been
willing to listen to you,

I could've ended this
a long time ago.

Thank you for your guidance
on that.

No, I should be thanking you.

Well, let's see where we are
in the next ten seconds.

How about that?

(chuckles)
Okay.

Who are you?

Where am I?
(chuckles)

You're not buying it?

No, I'm not buying it. Sorry.

But you're actually
a pretty good actress,

for a librarian.

Can I thank you now for real?

Thank you, Dr. Watson.

Thank you for listening to me.

Of course.

("Adeline" by Alt-J playing)

♪ Oh ♪

♪ My Adeline ♪

♪ Oh... ♪

Good night, everybody.

STEPHENS:
Hey.

"Eat Right For Your Genotype."

That's your title.
Stop trying to be so clever.

(chuckles)
You son of a bitch.

If I'm a son of a bitch,
you're a son of a bitch, too.

Elementary genetics.

(chuckles)

Thank you.

(quietly):
You son of a bitch.

Does everyone buy this?

Watson's a part
of all this drama.

Sherlock Holmes.
International conspiracies.

A guy walks in here,
commits suicide in front of him

a-and it's all
a big coincidence?

I don't know.

SASHA:
Do you need to know?

Do any of us?

♪ I wish you well ♪

♪ I wish you well ♪

WATSON:
I thought it was you.

I thought you were the one
that was switching out my pills.

Can't blame you there, guv.

So, these hallucinations.

I suppose that was
just you talking to yourself,

using Sherlock's voice.

Got me where
I needed to be.

I think you
got yourself there, John.

You understand what
all this means, yes?

Guv?

Means someone's watching me.
Someone who knows everything.

There's only one person
that could be.

He's alive, Shinwell.

Moriarty is alive.

INGRID: Hey.
Who are you?

Why are you texting me?

What do you want?

Sorry, what? I'm just...
I'm going for a run.

Excuse me.

There should be a sign here.

This might well be
the ugliest place in the world.

You pass through here, and you
do your best to forget about it.

Sorry, I'm not looking to chat.

For some people, though?

This place is sacred ground.

There really should be a sign.

Why would this be sacred ground?

Well, you tell me,
Ingrid.

It wasn't my life
that changed here.

It was yours.

How do you know my name?

Oh, I know a lot more
than your name.

I know what
happened here.

What is this?

What do you want?

I'm not looking to
bribe you, Dr. Derian.

I just want to know
who you are.

When you can't stand
in the middle anymore,

when you can't
play both sides...

who are you?

He's not down there
anymore.

I have him now.

That's his index finger.

But you already know that.

You'll hear from me
one more time.

Just once.

We'll both learn
who you really are.

Who are you?

Who are you?!

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