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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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