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PORSCHE: Most men see me as an extension

of the body part they're interested in.

But not the guy next to me at the bar.

He was seeing the real me.

Kind of like you do.

He could've been you.

Handsome, smart,

eyes you can get lost in.

It's crazy, I was flirting with him,

but I was thinking about you.

Cool story.

Definitely made up, but cool.

Roleplay only works if we both commit.

Sorry.

The longer we do this, the more I can tell

when you're, you know, in character.

Well, you do have nice eyes.

So grumpy.

You're in a mood tonight.

How can I help? I don't know.

Tell me something real about yourself.

Never mind. I know you need boundaries.

I grew up in a rabbit farm in New Mexico.

I know it sounds fake, but I swear it's...

No, I believe you.

That was real.

So do you harvest the rabbits in the fall, or...?

(chuckles)

Is it abnormally hot there?

You seem feverish and sweaty.

Think you need to see a doctor.

(groans) Smooth.

Why don't you just examine me right now?

I'm actually serious.

I can get you an appointment at UHOP.

I know that you live in Pittsburgh.

I can't help it. You picked up some of the lingo.

Yesterday, you said "gum band."

Anywhere else, you would've said "rubber band."

Porsche, I'm not trying to meet you.

I'm actually...

worried, maybe?

I'll DM you all the details.

You won't need to see me.

Deal?

ADAM: Once and for all, who is she?

(elevator dings) Who is who?

This woman you're seeing.

"Marcia"? Lauren and I have a bet.

My ex and my twin are making wagers about my love life.

Because you give us nothing to go on.

Does she work here?

I say yes. Lauren says no.

You met her playing pickleball.

How does Lauren know I play pickleball? I told her.

My take is, the average pickleball player is over 50.

Lauren's take is, "Yes, and...?"

You guys talking about the girl Stephens is seeing?

My money's on it being a Fight Club situation.

(chuckles softly)

You said you and Lauren have a bet.

We are among the people in the wager.

I never said that the dataset was complete.

Am I right? She your imaginary doppelgänger?

Y'all really love talking about other people's dating lives.

So sorry. Should we talk about your engagement instead?

SHINWELL: 537.

That is the number of unanswered petitions

from patients seeking treatment at the Holmes Clinic.

Dr. Watson commends you all.

Tell him he's welcome.

Dr. Watson also requests your assistance

in whittling that number down

to a more manageable size.

What's a more manageable size?

You lot will be vital partners

as we launch...

Project Zero.

"Naught," as we might say back in Shoreditch.

That is the number of unanswered requests

that will remain tonight

when the sun sets over the Allegheny.

Does the sun set over a river?

Do not lose yourselves

over questions, piggies.

Lose yourselves in casework.

INGRID: That's not a nine-year-old. That's a full-grown man.

The application says he's nine years old.

INGRID: My bet is it's precocious puberty.

Refer him to a pediatric endocrinologist

and we're done here.

What if he has an overactive pituitary gland?

Still a job for an endo.

We've got 411 more cases to get through.

Are you gonna weigh in?

Or are you texting your subconscious?

I do not have an imaginary doppelgänger.

INGRID: At least I'm crediting you with an explanation.

Sasha's betting the whole thing's made-up.

I did not say that.

Not exactly.

STEPHENS: You like analog machinery.

Of course. Helps me think.

Is there something I can help you with, Dr. Croft?

A woman presents as febrile and diaphoretic,

but she's unsure of the cause.

She mentions vaping and drinking a red liquid.

Is this someone who wants to come to our clinic?

Someone I know. She won't see a doctor.

You're a doctor, Dr. Croft.

I don't have a...

immediate access to this person.

Well, if I had to guess, I would say

that the red liquid is cranberry juice.

And she's probably treating herself for a UTI.

I thought of that, but cranberry juice

doesn't cure a urinary tract infection.

It barely even prevents it.

Very true, but the internet doesn't know that.

So whatever access you have to this woman,

I would say get her to a doctor right away.

An unchecked UTI can go septic.

(video call rings)

PORSCHE: Daytime date.

I like it.

STEPHENS: I'm not trying to be annoying,

but I'm concerned.

The ED attending says you didn't show.

I get all the medicine I need from you.

Porsche. Please stop.

I wish this was a kink.

You look much sicker today.

Why do you even care so much?

Look, I'm sorry I didn't come in.

It may surprise you to learn that this gig

doesn't come with benefits.

Besides, maybe seeing a client in person isn't...

I told you, you don't have to see me.

Message received, babe.

Concern noted.

You're here now, let's have some fun.

That is not why I logged on.

Hey.

Hey. Stay with me.

What's the address there? I'm sending an ambulance.

Whoa. Take it slow, babe. That's what I'm doing.

Stay with me, Porsche.

I'm with you. I'm just...

Taking it slow...

Hey.

♪ ♪

WATSON: So, what am I looking at here? I mean, I think

I can put it together, but...

What exactly am I looking at? So here's the thing.

In a manner of speaking,

I, a man, a man like all others,

there are conditions and processes.

And time.

Do we need to reboot you and put you back online?

I have, um...

a cam girl.

I don't know her real name. I don't know where she lives.

But that is her, right now, and she needs help.

Go ahead.

Go ahead with what?

Mock me. Say that you're not surprised.

Or that you are surprised.

But whatever it's going to be, do it quickly.

Stephens...

you're lonely.

What? And that is nothing to be ashamed about.

We all are. I mean, every single person

who works at this clinic, pretty much everyone you know.

It goes hand in hand with being a sensitive

and intelligent human.

That is not what I was expecting.

Oh, would you be more comfortable

if I made fun of you?

Listen, if you don't have

a sex dungeon in your basement,

you're beating the game as far as I'm concerned.

Everyone needs to connect, Stephens.

This is fine.

We'll locate this woman and we'll help her.

Thank you.

"We"?

I mean, there is a team here, yes?

Oh, I was hoping that you'd, uh...

I don't know, just do some Sherlock Holmes stuff,

look at the screen and tell me where she is.

Oh.

No.

Let's get this over with.

SASHA: What are we looking at?

WATSON: You're looking at Stephens's friend.

We don't know her name. We don't know her address.

She might be septic.

A friend, but you don't know her name or her address?

Anyone have their money on Stephens and a cam girl?

WATSON: Feeling judgmental, Dr. Derian?

Stephens is embarrassed. Obviously, he's embarrassed.

And he brought this patient to us anyway.

Now, if he can do that,

I'm sure you can all tamp down on your urge to giggle.

We should be grateful to Stephens,

because here is an opportunity.

You are all excellent doctors,

but as detectives, you're pretty much newborn fawns.

Here's a problem worthy of Sherlock Holmes.

Find this woman based on what we see on the screen, or...

she dies.

What do you know about her?

Um, she calls herself Porsche.

She grew up in New Mexico, if she's telling the truth,

but now she lives in Pittsburgh.

What do we do?

What would he do?

Divide the problem into discrete tasks.

That's how Holmes always started.

Look at the curtain she pulled down.

Everything in front of it is Porsche,

her persona that she presents to her clients.

Everything behind it belonged to the woman who created Porsche.

Two different layers of clues.

One based in artifice, the other... in reality.

What do we see?

The vibrator on the nightstand is interesting.

The brand is Charme Intime.

You can see the logo from here?

I recognize the shape.

We're being vulnerable, right?

Oh, are y'all prudes?

Oh... It has a European plug.

They don't sell enough

to make a North American version.

Well, track down the brand,

see where they've shipped here in Pittsburgh.

Other than your condo.

Oh, I'm sorry. I like orgasms.

We'll table that. Thank you. What else do we see here?

Paintings on the back wall are all prints.

Ophelia by Millais. King Lear in the Storm.

Oberon and Titania.

STEPHENS: Everything's based on Shakespeare.

That's where the name Porsche comes from.

Not the car, the character.

INGRID: The one on the bottom right's an original, though.

You can tell by the way the paint builds up.

We can do a reverse image search.

It looks like Lawrenceville.

The painting's called Second Story View.

It's for sale at an e-store run by someone named Porsche.

This is a view from her apartment.

She lives on Butler Street.

Sasha and Ingrid, you're on sex toy detail.

Adam and Stephens, come with me.

It sounds like Sasha's got it covered, but...

okay.

Crofts, we're gonna find that apartment.

Shinwell, Stephens has a cam girl who might be dying

on live feed in the conference room.

Watch it. Tell us if you see any change.

Anything else, guv?

(speaking French)

Okay, then. I guess I'm on hold.

(music playing over phone speaker)

So, you have to get the vibrator,

and the adapter to keep it charged?

Seems complicated.

You're smart. I'm sure you could manage.

Hey.

If you want one for your birthday, just say so.

I do not want you to get me a sex toy for my birthday.

Wait. How'd you know my birthday's coming up?

'Cause you've been dropping little clues.

Also, I asked Shinwell to pull everybody's birthday

from their applications. (chuckles)

Please flush that information down a memory hole.

I'm not big on birthdays.

Hmm.

Are you a true birthday abstainer,

or are you just testing us?

I've never met someone who doesn't actually

care about their birthday.

There are those that say they don't care,

but really they're just being passive-aggressive.

(phone line crackles)

(woman speaking French)

(pen scribbling)

(dial tone sounds) Okay.

They've sent two orders to Pittsburgh this past year.

Given the extreme nature of the situation,

they'll email me. I understand French.

(speaks French)

One of the addresses might just be mine.

But the other? When it comes in, we can head over there.

But in the meantime, Ingrid...

I'm coming for you.

I've cracked

every abstainer I've come across,

and I'm gonna crack you, too.

As a neurologist,

I don't say this lightly:

you're having a stroke.

(chuckles softly)

♪

For the record, I understand.

Please don't.

Don't offer my understanding?

STEPHENS: It's out there, just let it be out there.

The woman I'm seeing is a cam girl.

Tell Lauren. Tell Mom.

Tell our sixth-grade history teacher.

Post your extravagant understanding

on social media for all the world to see.

I'm not gonna do that.

Still, though, you're not really...

"seeing" her?

It's transactional.

I get that. I'm not that far gone.

Who says you're gone at all?

How does it work? Is it like a genuine connection?

Can we please not do this in front of the detective?

He's not saying anything.

That's exactly my point. He's just...

watching.

It is a bit unsettling. Could you stop, please?

Stop sitting here quietly?

Stop sitting like that.

Congratulations, Crofts. Your suffering has ended.

That looks like the bakery from Porsche's painting.

(indistinct chatter)

ADAM and STEPHENS: Nothing.

WATSON: I had better luck in the bookstore.

The young woman behind the counter,

she was quite smitten with Porsche,

even if she didn't know her actual name.

Her best guess was that Porsche either lives

in this building

or that one, and based on her input...

and this painting...

I think Porsche lives right there.

(knock at door)

The smell is incense, not weed.

Beyond that, I've got nothing to say.

WATSON: This won't take long.

We believe this woman is in danger.

We heard she lives here.

Annie hasn't been here for months.

Annie?

Does she have a last name?

WATSON: We're doctors from UHOP.

We believe Annie might have a severe bloodstream infection.

We need to find her. RICK: Why do you think that?

One of my colleagues was online with her when she collapsed.

(chuckling) Which one's her client?

Can you please just tell us what you know?

Annie Wilson.

She left here about three months ago.

Changed her name.

Couldn't tell you where to find her.

Why did she change her name?

No clue, bro.

You'd have to ask her.

(slams, locks door)

(phones chime)

WATSON: Tell me exactly what you observe, Shinwell.

SHINWELL: Well, she's groaning, guv.

Like someone coming out the wrong end

of a nasty fight.

Tell me about her skin.

She got these marks all over.

They just came on. Purple-ish.

It's like she's covered in ugly lace.

Livedo reticularis.

I'll call you back.

Her sepsis has progressed to septic shock.

Every hour she goes without help

decreases her chance of survival by.

BOTH: nine percent.

If we want to save Porsche, we need to find her

in the next four hours.

Not sure what I'm looking for, exactly.

WATSON (over phone): Anything that might tell us where she is.

All right. Hang on. (Grunts)

Oh! Oh! Hang on. She's got a lovely little corgi.

Call it to the camera. See if you can read the tags.

(dog whimpers) Don't know the animal's name, guv.

(barks) WATSON: Guess.

ADAM: Porsche likes Shakespeare.

Start there. Hamlet.

Oi, Iago.

(clucking tongue) Malvolio?

Stick with it.

Sasha, any luck

tracking down the vibrator?

We're on our way to the address now.

Let us know what you find.

We did some digging into Annie Wilson.

Can we just call her Porsche?

Porsche filed a restraining order against her ex,

who we just met.

She's living under a new name.

So she's not Porsche,

she's not Annie, she's some other name now?

We already tried the lawyer who filed the restraining order.

She won't help us.

I do know one lawyer who might be able

to weigh in here. No. No, you do not.

ADAM: Lauren. My girlfriend.

Your girlfriend. Stephens's ex.

That's... complicated.

Agreed. Complicated, but necessary.

Shinwell.

Desdemona. Come here.

Hey, hey, Cleopatra.

Claudius, come up. Come here.

Just... keep at it.

♪ ♪

INGRID: Which house is hers?

(sighs) There it is.

3368 Penn Avenue.

We won't be able to get a name or an address without a warrant.

ADAM: Well, there's Lauren.

You go. I'm gonna sit this one out.

It's kind of weirder if you just sit here in the car.

Adam, would you mind giving us a second, please?

I stayed with Sherlock Holmes for maybe about a year in total.

I do not need a lesson in how to be a detective right now,

thank you. He had one woman in his life.

It was a con artist named Irene.

She popped in and out.

Besides her, he had a standing appointment with a...

(chuckles) ...a companion who he introduced as "Mrs. Hudson."

She pretended to be the landlady whenever she came by.

But the walls are very thin on Baker Street.

Why are you telling me this?

You have a brain that keeps the world at a distance.

It's a hard way to live.

It's even harder

when you punish yourself for it.

I'm supposed to tell my ex-fiancée,

currently dating my twin brother,

that the only woman in my life is a cam girl.

That is objectively embarrassing.

But Porsche... or Annie...

You treated her with respect, right?

Of course.

Then give the people in your life some credit.

They're not as hard on you as you are on yourself.

What is with you today? You're being...

nice.

You're a good person, Stephens.

You did something hard today.

(car door closes)

(indistinct chatter, birds singing)

(chuckles softly) Wow.

Okay. What's wrong?

Who says something's wrong?

You're coming to find me during the workday.

And you're here...

at all.

Nice to see you, by the way. Long time.

You two look like you're on the same team.

It's really bad, huh?

I'm... seeing a woman.

You're back out there. That's great.

"Seeing" is a term of art here.

She's a cam girl.

I pay her for her company and I'm not ashamed.

Duly noted.

She's sick, Lauren.

We have her on a live feed, and she's really sick.

Her former name is Annie Wilson,

but she took out a restraining order

against her ex and changed her name.

If we can find the name that she's living under now,

we can find her.

We can help her.

Jane Millius filed the restraining order.

We called her office... Yeah, Jane's tough.

I mean, she's not gonna give up client details to a cold call.

I know her a little.

She's not the easiest to work with,

but she does care about her clients.

I'll give her a call, vouch for you guys.

Try and get you a name.

Thank you.

Yes. Thank you.

Hey, Stephens.

It's good to see you.

SASHA: Oberon!

Uh...

Puck. No, I done Midsummer Night's Dream.

Done all the comedies, done all the tragedies.

Shakespeare wrote history plays, too.

Ross? Macdonwald.

Macbeth ain't history, love.

I'll get me laptop.

You gonna jump in here?

I don't like Shakespeare. You don't have to like him

to guess the dog's name.

Is there anything you do for your birthday?

Just making conversation.

Gertrude.

Ophelia? You're not making conversation,

you're making plans.

Yes. There's one thing I do

to celebrate my birthday every year.

It's the same thing, and it is private.

Hmm.

Do you do it with family?

I can barely remember my mother, my father left when I was 16.

No one has ever planned a birthday party for me

and that suits me just fine.

What is that face?

I just want to remind you

I know that you're wearing a fake-ass engagement ring.

The ring is real. The diamond is real,

the engagement is fake.

You go birthday Nazi on me, I will expose you.

(whispers): I don't believe you. Hmm.

SASHA: Any luck with the lawyer?

She's still making calls. Hopefully, we'll know more soon.

INGRID: Shinwell's been through a few hundred names.

Of course, we're just assuming that the dog's named after

a character from a Shakespeare play.

We're down to the histories, guv.

You got your various Henrys,

your Edwards... Brutus.

(whimpers)

Wait. How did you do that?

WATSON: Let's see the address, Brutus.

SASHA: Come here, boy. WATSON: Come on, Brutus.

Come here, Brutus! Brutus!

INGRID: Brutus. SASHA: Hi, Brutus. Brutus.

Come on, buddy. WATSON: Hey, Brutus.

INGRID: Who's a good boy? (Shinwell groans)

(sighs)

(Brutus barks)

INGRID: Brutus. Come on.

Come on. Come on, Brutus.

Look at all that mail.

I can't read the print.

(Brutus barking)

WATSON: Magnification doesn't help.

Still can't read the labels.

But look at that envelope.

"Kathryn Petruchio."

Why would she sign that over and over again...

Oh.

Porsche's got a brand-new name.

SHINWELL: There is one Kathryn Petruchio

listed for that area, guv.

One, and only one.

(Brutus barking)

(indistinct radio chatter)

Annie. Annie, can you hear us?

EMT: I can hear breath sounds. Pulse is thready and weak.

(Brutus barks)

(monitor beeping steadily)

(device beeping)

♪ ♪

WATSON: Porsche is not improving fast enough

on the vancomycin or ceftriaxone.

These are our best antibiotics for treating

the more common causes of sepsis.

Porsche's lack of response indicates

that she has a more rare type of infection.

How is she?

We have to work fast. Stephens?

I keep telling you I barely even know her.

Why does everyone expect me to be the expert?

I was gonna ask your opinion

as an infectious disease specialist.

Oh.

Initially, I figured it must be an ignored UTI

or maybe pneumonia gone septic.

Porsche's symptoms leave us with a lot of options.

She could have cat scratch fever.

Do you know if she's traveled recently?

Which brings us all back to the fact that you

basically know nothing about her.

SASHA: Stephens.

Did she ever tell you anything real?

No.

Wait a minute.

The last time we talked,

Porsche said that she grew up on a rabbit farm in New Mexico.

Rabbit farm in New Mexico? No offense, Stephens,

that doesn't sound real.

I mean, do they even grow rabbits in New Mexico?

Could be a lie, could be a partial truth,

but we have a location: New Mexico.

We also have Porsche's given name: Annie Wilson.

We can work with that.

Sasha and Stephens,

we're headed back to Porsche's apartment.

We didn't get the time to catalog everything there.

What are we doing?

Find the Wilsons in New Mexico,

See if any of them are Porsche's family.

We'll feed you everything we learn,

you can back us up with research.

Wow, sounds exciting.

WATSON: That's not your only job.

You're also taking care of Brutus.

(crunching)

INGRID: I don't get it.

People give it food, it can go to the bathroom

more or less wherever it wants...

Are you saying that you don't understand

or are you saying that you're a little bit jealous?

I'm saying the owner-pet thing

seems a little one-sided to me, that's all.

Love.

You feed him, you clean up after him,

and then, in return, you get love.

How do you measure that,

exactly?

You can't.

(phone vibrating) (phone chiming)

STEPHENS: Adam is annoying,

as always, but he's also not wrong.

Fermented liquids are good for the microbiome.

She's well-read, but that is not especially helpful.

Is it weird?

Porsche presents a certain...

curated image to you.

We're seeing the real person here.

Must be some kind disconnect.

Not as weird as you might think.

Everyone has bills.

Everyone has damage.

When you give yourself to someone,

in whatever context, you are choosing

to forget all about that for a little while,

to focus on whatever little part of us

isn't connected to worry or doubt or fear.

Porsche and I did that.

Even with-with keyboards and screens in the way,

we still did that.

I have no illusions about the nature of our relationship,

but I wouldn't call it "weird."

I didn't mean the whole thing was weird, I-I just meant...

(chuckles): having it out there.

I'm not the one to judge.

I don't, uh, give myself to my boyfriend much these days,

and he sure as hell ain't giving himself to me, so... Boyfriend?

Zach's your fiancé now.

Of course. Just, um, getting used to calling him that.

WATSON: Every resident in this place

has a storage unit in the garage,

and I have hit the mother lode.

Annie Wilson was a Hilltopper.

What's a Hilltopper? A Hilltopper

is the official mascot of Los Alamos High School.

INGRID: Annie Wilson, Los Alamos High School class of 2014.

She was in the Shakespeare club.

Academic decathlon.

Sounds like her family values education.

The Los Alamos National Lab

employs some of the smartest people in the country.

We've made inquiries.

Three Wilsons that we can find

in management positions around that time.

One died, I've got calls out to the other two.

SASHA: There are 12 other Wilsons

who fit the rough demographic.

We've reached out. A few aren't a match,

but we're waiting to hear back from the others.

This feels passive. Like we're back on our heels.

We are back on our heels.

ADAM: Stephens put himself out there.

He found this woman. We can't just...

run the clock out.

There has to be something that we can do.

Yes, there's always something we can do.

Porsche's condition is bad, and it's getting worse.

She needs someone by her side.

I barely know her.

You're who she's got.

(monitor beeping steadily)

The quality of mercy is not strained;

It droppeth as the gentle rain from heaven.

Upon the place beneath.

It is twice blest;

It blesseth him that gives

and him that takes.

WATSON: The Merchant of Venice.

You know all that by heart?

Guess I do. Hmm.

In the play, Portia says it,

so I figure it must mean something to her.

Whoever she really is.

This all feels a little bit, um...

useless.

She collapsed. She's dying.

We didn't change any of that.

We failed.

I failed.

Unfortunately, I know that feeling.

(sniffles)

You don't believe me?

I have failed in ways

most people can never even imagine.

I lost my wife, for one.

Lost my best friend.

Sherlock Holmes?

You always ask me why I...

why I never talk about him.

All of you.

It's because I failed him.

On the last day that he was alive...

I failed Sherlock.

We spent five months looking for James Moriarty.

We traced him to Reichenbach Falls.

Thought we had him cornered, and...

(sighs)

But Holmes was walking into a trap.

He left me behind.

He woke up early, headed up to the falls

to meet his fate.

It wasn't your fault. He left without you.

And Porsche's not your fault, either.

You two led completely separate lives.

Guilt lands where it lands, it's not an accident.

If you feel that you...

could've done more, then...

listen to that.

So I should feel bad?

You should take every opportunity to learn.

Even the ones that hurt.

(phone ringing)

(sniffles)

New Mexico area code.

Hello?

Hello, Ms. Wilson.

My name is Stephens Croft.

I'm a doctor in Pittsburgh.

I am so sorry to say that your daughter is critically ill.

I-I'm sorry, ma'am. I'll tell you everything.

But first...

has she come to visit you lately?

Thank you, ma'am. Can I call you right back?

That was her mother.

Porsche told me the truth.

She's from a farm in New Mexico.

The rabbits are real.

They do grow rabbits in New Mexico.

She told you something true.

She likes you, Stephens. STEPHENS: Stop.

I cornered her, and she told me one detail about her life.

If she didn't trust you, she wouldn't even done that.

Porsche only said it because she just got back from New Mexico.

Her mother said that she had spent two weeks there.

Got back to Pittsburgh five days ago.

Did her mother mention whether Porsche got bitten

by a rabbit while she was visiting? She did.

What difference would it make anyway?

The antibiotics didn't really help.

Because it's not just pasteurellosis...

or staph or strep.

The rabbit that bit her was carrying Yersinia Pestis.

The Black Plague?

There's a handful of cases in the United States every year.

The majority occur in Arizona and New Mexico.

But if you're right, she should be dead.

Plague is almost 100% fatal when it's septicemic.

Yeah, unless there's

a genetic variant of the FIBIN gene

that's associated with survival in sepsis.

And based on what we're seeing,

I'd bet Porsche has it.

The rabbit bite put the plague into her bloodstream,

so she has no buboes.

And that's why we missed it.

So a mutation kept her alive?

Yeah, this long.

The rest is up to us.

Dr. Croft?

Would you like the honor of administering her treatment?

IV Gentamicin.

If we're not too late, she'll make a full recovery.

WATSON: Good man.

Is Stephens hot now?

I mean, he's always had a certain quality.

No one asked you, Vain Boy.

(laughs)

♪ ♪

♪ ♪

What is that?

Burnt almond torte from Prantl's.

It's the best cake I ever had.

You don't want a thing so I didn't do a thing, but...

it is your birthday, and someone knows that.

In the ending you wrote, how did this go?

Like, do I start crying?

Do I give you a little smile? "Ending"?

You write endings, that's what you do.

That's how you live.

It's just a cake. (Chuckles)

Nope.

It's the ending of a story

where you persist,

and I thank you for it,

and then we're friends.

That's how you control your world and everything in it.

Is that a bad thing?

Being friends?

I told you I celebrate my birthday privately.

You decided you were going to fix that,

even if I didn't want that.

You like how you look next to your boyfriend,

so you decided the two of you are gonna get married,

even if he doesn't want to.

You want to fix my life,

and we should all assume yours is perfect.

I'm sorry.

Uh...

I gotta head up to five

'cause I've got some patients to round on.

Hey.

Hey!

It's a nice cake.

I like the cake.

I like you.

But you're not the author of the universe.

You're just in it.

Same as everybody else.

♪

How did I get here?

You came in an ambulance.

The doctors I work with, we found you

and brought you here.

That rabbit that bit you in New Mexico?

You're infected with a bacteria called Yersinia Pestis.

We're treating it.

You're gonna be all right.

And if you didn't find me?

You saved my life.

We did.

I did.

And the people you work with...

you told them about how we know each other?

I had to.

Thank you.

Guess it's a good thing I told you about the rabbits.

It's a very good thing you told me about the rabbits.

I kind of wanted to tell you more.

I honestly did.

But you know how it is.

I do.

I don't even know what to say to you.

You already said thank you.

That doesn't seem like enough.

I'd be dead if it wasn't for you.

Do we just...

keep camming?

Do we have coffee?

I don't know.

Where does this leave us?

It leaves us right here.

You gave me something that I needed.

I'm grateful for that.

Truly, I am.

But I'm not sure I need it anymore.

I've never even seen you in person before,

but you do look...

different.

I'll check up on you, okay?

Thank you, Porsche... no.

Thank you... Annie.

Thank you, Kathryn.

(both chuckle)

Thank you, "TallHotDoc."

(laughs)

(laughs) Sorry.

I only know your username.

♪

New medicine for you, guv.

Prescribed to yours truly,

for the treatment of one

John Watson.

Thank you.

I don't say that enough.

I believe you say it roughly eight times daily.

There's saying it and then there's...

there's saying it.

You're loyal to me, Shinwell,

and I appreciate that.

Not sure if I deserve it, but I appreciate it.

I could have stopped it from happening, Shinwell.

Sherlock didn't have to die.

He shouldn't have died.

Did Sherlock Holmes strike you as an impressionable man?

Weak in his convictions?

He did not.

Mr. Holmes might have needed you to get to Reichenbach Falls.

But the final dance with Moriarty?

Come on.

That was always destined to be a one-on-one affair.

I loved the man

dearly.

And I am sorry to interrupt your brooding.

But it was vanity that killed Sherlock Holmes.

Not you, John.

Still and all...

I appreciate you.

And I you.

Funny thing, though.

Loyalty, guv.

We stick together long enough,

I am sure

that I will disappoint you yet.

Well, you know what?

I wouldn't take that bet.

Not at all.

Right.

(exhales) (phone buzzes)

♪

(door opens)

(door closes)

You found that again?

I got to get me a safe or something.

It's okay, Zach. You don't have to hide it.

I want you to take it back.

I don't want it anymore.

Sasha, come on.

Thank you for everything.

I really mean that.

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

(sniffles)

(insects trilling)

(water lapping)

(phone buzzing)

Cake's good.

Can't lie.

You doing whatever you do?

I am.

Want company?

I'm not trying to force myself on you.

Okay, I am, but it's not 'cause I,

I wrote us an ending, it's...

I could just use some company.

Did you, did you hang up?

I'm here.

Tomorrow, okay?

All yours.

Tonight's for me.

I...

am not the author of the universe.

I'll see you in the morning.

Good night, Dr. Lubbock.

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