All language subtitles for Watson.S01E10.1080p.AMZN.WEB-DL.AAC5.1.H.265-PSA

Previously on Watson...

You're coercing me
into putting up

a dating profile.

THE REP:
Shinwell Johnson,

we're not to be ignored.

An order arrives,

an order is executed.

INGRID:
What do you want?

MORIARTY:
I'm not looking to bribe you,

Dr. Derian.

When you can't stand
in the middle any more,

when you can't play
both sides...

...who are you?

MARY:
I was warned that you were
a dangerous person

to have around.
If you don't find

another job within two months,
then you're fired.

Have you ever felt like you're
not good enough, Dr. Watson?

I think everybody has.

My last name is Phipps.

There are expectations.
Achievement. Vigor.

But my health has never
fully cooperated.

First, epilepsy.

It got so bad,
I had to have a surgery

to sever the connection
between the lobes of my brain.

(tapping)
Oh.

(laughs) There we go. Yeah.
It never rests

for very long now.

I'm sorry.

So you're not controlling that?
Um,

why would I undress
in front of a man

that I just met, Dr. Watson?

No. Uh... No. No one told me
that this could be a side effect

of the surgery.
Sometimes my left hand

works against
what I'm trying to do.

Other times it goes off
on missions of its own.

I'm sorry if I'm staring,
Mr. Phipps, but I've

never seen a case of
alien hand syndrome in person.

A year I've been
living like this.

A year of my own hand
working against me.

Well, unfortunately,
there is no known cure.

It's so rare that it...
There is a cure.

There has always been a cure.

I just need a doctor
who's willing to give it to me.

Dr. Watson, I'd like for you
to amputate my left hand.

Um... (laughs) I mean...

It's driving me
insane,

and I think it might want
to hurt me.

Well, I mean,
it's a neurological phenomenon.

Your hand doesn't want
anything from you.

I want it gone.
First of all...

...I'm not a surgeon.

Eight surgeons
have turned me down.

You are a thought leader,
you're a man of influence.

You can help me
find one.

You are not gonna find
a reputable doctor

who's willing to cut off
your hand, Mr. Phipps.

(door opens)

Everything all right
in here, guv?

It is, Shinwell,
thank you.

My family can pay.

I am very familiar with who
your family is. Listen,

I understand

that you are suffering,
Mr. Phipps, and

I will work with you,

but I'm not gonna help you
amputate your hand.

The man obviously
trusts you.

Perhaps you can
influence his decision.

Dr. Watson is not keen
to negotiate.

I'll pay. 15 grand
to make the approach.

Well, there's no need to be
quite so spendy, guv.

I know a bloke
in Brighton

who will lop that
hand off for 50 quid.

CAMERON:
And 15, of course, is just

a starting offer.
Oh,

yeah...
Dr. Watson was

quite clear--
no amputations today.

Sorry to disappoint, Mr. Phipps.

How can I
help you, Miss?

(American accent):
I'm just trying my luck
with Dr. Watson.

Unfortunately,
we've changed our policy

regarding pharma reps.
No loitering.

So...

(elevator bell dings)

(phone chimes, buzzes)

SHINWELL:
What are you doing
in our office?

(regular voice):
Gathering ideas.
Taking attendance.

That's good.
You've learned not to ask why.

Do you mind if I just...?

(grunts)

Not too many.

I'm rather fond
of it.

Professor Moriarty
would like similar specimens

from each of the fellows
at the clinic.

Doesn't have to be hair.

A tissue, maybe.

All right.

So, you're collecting DNA.

What do you want theirs for?

(sighs)

ADAM:
Hey. Let's check again.

You're more obsessed
with my profile than I am.

Not obsessed, just in awe.

It's like an eclipse

or the northern lights.

You're actually getting likes.
You cracked the dating apps.

Is the vibe weird in here?

Hello. You with me?

Ever since that night
with your spinal patient,

the vibe's been like... weird
between you and Watson, right?

INGRID:
I haven't noticed anything.

Can I help you with something?

SASHA:
Geez Louise.

Good night,
Dr. Derian.

I have something for you.

What is it?
I know, officially,

I'm supposed to be
looking for a new job.

I understand Dr. Morstan
doesn't trust me.

I can't be part of the
spinal signal project anymore,

I accept that.

Mary is not one
to walk back a decision.

There are meaningful
concessions in there.

Please just read it.

If you think it is
worth saving, then just...

say so. Pass that on
to Dr. Morstan.

Ingrid, I know
this wasn't easy for you.

Dr. Watson, do you know
a man named Cameron Phipps?

Yes.
He just came into the ER

via ambulance,
and right before he passed out,

he asked to see you.

ANDREWS:
He came in with chemical burns

on his right shoulder
and his back.

I didn't get
the whole story,

but I'm told it was
hydrochloric acid.

You're Watson?

I'm Damian Phipps.

Cameron's brother.
What happened to him, Damian?

We were touring the new labs
we just endowed.

Um, students were
working in there. Uh...

Walking past one of
the lab stations and Cam...

It just happened before
any of us could stop him.

He grabbed a container
that was half-full of liquid--

hydrochloric acid,
I think-- and

poured it on his back.
Uh, wait.

So he burned himself
with hydrochloric acid?

He didn't want
to do it, Dr. Watson.

He was screaming
in agony until

the pain meds
took hold.

Did Cameron burn
himself, or was it...

Cameron's hand?

♪ ♪

CAMERON: I'm gonna die. This
thing is going to kill me.

No, no, you're not gonna die
by your own h...

You're not gonna die.

I'm not gonna
let that happen.

Sorry.

Maybe we should just...
let it do what it wants.

Cam, world needs you.
For what?

I'm a freak
with an alien hand,

and now I have
the burn scars to match.

Nurse Andrews, can you restrain
Cameron's left arm, please?

I'll keep my eye
on him.

Absolutely I will.

Hey, hey, hey,
I need you for one thing.

Yeah, be my brother.

Can you believe
Damian's my brother?

He just glides
through the world.

Oh, yes, of course I can.
You both have

widow's peaks,
you have flared eyebrows,

and your...

You're being facetious.

You have
my sympathies

for everything you're
going through, Mr. Phipps,

but you are in the right place.

My team and I, we do work
on unusual cases.

And if you let us, I promise you
we will find a way to help.

INGRID: Chop it off.
Give him what he wants.

It's not even
his dominant hand.

Cameron Phipps
can afford

the best prosthetics
on the market.

I don't see
the issue.

The issue is,
we took an oath.

That's among the issues.
(phone chimes, buzzes)

INGRID:
Cameron would be better off.

Unless he never wakes up
from the anesthesia,

or has phantom limb pain,
or gets deep vein thrombos...

There's no injury,
disease, or trauma

to Mr. Phipps's hand.

So let's agree that
we're not going to

amputate it.
(phone chiming, buzzing)

Oh, sorry.

If we're not gonna do
the obvious thing,

we should assess
his cognitive function.

We should run
brain imaging.

Last night
Cameron Phipps's left hand

picked up a jar of acid
and poured it down his back.

(phone chimes, buzzes)
(sighs)

Does someone need you,
Dr. Croft?
(phone continues chiming)

That is the sound
of women all over Pittsburgh

trying to break off and nibble
a piece of my brother.

SASHA:
We want to protect Cameron
Phipps from his own hand,

it seems like
we need to attenuate

some of his
motor functions.

What's the line, though?

Where does the
"alien" threshold end

and the patient's
functioning mobility begin?

We know how to take
his motor functions to zero.
(Watson clears throat)

ADAM:
What about botulinum toxin?
It's a literal paralytic.

Rich people use it all the time
to freeze their faces

so that they don't get wrinkles.

We could use it to freeze
Cameron Phipps' left hand.

WATSON:
Okay, a targeted injection
into the extensor muscle

in the left forearm.

Well, we need to figure out
the right dosage,

and that could provide
partial relief.

I'm proposing something

a little more
foolproof.

I don't think
there's such a thing

as "partial amputation,"
Dr. Watson.

Uh, last I checked,
it-it was all-or-nothing.

WATSON:
Think of your left hand
as a battery.

Full usage means
it's fully charged,

but if we can drain it,

we can take away
some of its functions.

You'd still have

some mobility left,

not enough to hurt yourself
or anybody else.

How would you do this?

Surgery.
We'd target the nerves

controlling the hand movements
and deaden them.

I want it. I want it today.
Has anyone ever
done this before?

Well, it can't happen

until we find
a neurosurgeon first.

And this operation would
be the first of its kind.

We'd keep
your brother's hand immobile

with some neurotoxin injections
until we can arrange everything.

And that's been done before?
WATSON: Well, it's not

the standard of care, but alien
hand syndrome is-is so rare,

there really
is no standard.

CAMERON:
Look at it, Damian.

It feels like this thing
wants the end of me.

These treatments,

they'll give me
my life back?

If these shots work,

we can discharge you
as soon as tomorrow.

You can recover from home

until we have everything
arranged or

until you need
another injection.

CAMERON:
Let's do it.

Give me the shots.
Let's find a surgeon.

Okay, then. Thank you.

Uh, we'll add your name
to the list of candidates.

No ego like a neurosurgeon ego.

Got some interest?
Uh, two local.

Three willing to get
on the next flight.

Watson has his pick.
(chuckles softly) Nice.

Are you okay?
Excuse me?

You and I, w-we're friends.
I think we're friends.

We do friend-adjacent stuff.

Okay, where is this all
coming from?

That patient
from the spinal signal thing,

are you connected to her?

(chuckles softly)

It's the only thing
that makes sense.

She comes in that night,

you have this
intense conversation

with Watson and Mary,
and suddenly

you're off the project.

You left a letter
in the printer tray.

You're looking around
for other jobs?

Why do you want
to know all this?

Because we're friends.

You know, I like you.

That's why we can't be friends.

You tell me

you're my friend,

and I start thinking
about what to do with that.

People who are friends
with me get hurt.

That's a lonely way to live.

Yeah. So is being friends
with everyone.

Yeah, I know that.

You are right, though.
We can't be friends.

Not until you stop
underestimating me.

And I would never
let you hurt me.

(phone chimes, buzzes)

So, how does it feel?

Is it just numb or dead?

I can feel pressure
if I poke it.

I can even move it
if I concentrate.

You're hurt, Cam.
We should call a car.

It's a mile to Shadyside,

and I've been lashed to a bed
for the past 36 hours.

You don't have to walk with me.

I want to make sure
you get settled.

Uh, did you, did you
tell Dad that I, uh...

(stammers):
about the burn?

He would've come,
you know, if he could.

Right.

Uh...
Whoa.

Okay. What, um...

You know what?
They didn't give you enough?

Let's go back to the hospital.

Hey. Okay, okay.

Come on, let go.
Help.

(grunting)

Cam.
Dame.

Let go.

I can't, it's not me.

Cam.

(both grunt)

(gasping, clamoring)

The suspect has an alien hand?

WATSON:
Alien hand syndrome.

Cameron Phipps has
alien hand syndrome.

Spelled like it sounds?

It is.
(sighs) I've got, let's say,

two dozen people who say
they saw Mr. Phipps

shove his brother
in front of a moving bus.

But this alien hand
syndrome means

he's somehow not responsible?

I can't tell you what happened
'cause I wasn't there.

But I can tell you
that Cameron Phipps has

a rare medical condition
in which his left hand

sometimes acts
on its own accord.

So if he was saying that it
was his hand and not him...

He is saying that.

...then it's at least
possible that he's right.

Detective...?

Lestrade.

Detective Lestrade,

I know how this
sounds, I do.

Cameron Phipps took out
the only other direct heir

to the family fortune
with this little move.

Made himself--
taking a stab here--

a hundred million dollars.

Fair. But he can't spend
that money

if he's in prison for murder.

If he wanted to get
rid of his brother,

why would he do it on the
corner of a busy street?

If he was in cahoots
with a doctor

who said he wasn't responsible,
could explain all that.

Oh, you mean me? No.
No, no, no, no.

I solve crimes.
I don't, I don't commit 'em.

You solve crimes?
Oh, yes, on an amateur basis.

S-Semi-pro, really.

Overseas.
Not, not, not around

Pittsburgh or
anything like that.

Listen, I-I understand
how that sounds, too.

I-I do, but I am
trying to tell you,

Cameron Phipps has
a novel medical condition,

and he's also covered
in second-degree burns.

He needs to be in a hospital,

under protective custody,
if you'd like.

That's a judge's decision,

not mine.

I'll take your expertise
under advisement.

Thank you. Can I talk
to my patient now?

Go ahead.

You said my hand
wouldn't work.

Yeah, I'm sorry, that dosage,
it should have been sufficient.

It's an experimental procedure.

Dame was the only person
in my family

who'd still encourage my ideas,
and I-I killed him.

Okay, but was it really you,
though, Cameron?

Does it matter?

Can I stand in front
of a judge and-and say,

"It wasn't me, Your Honor.
It was my hand"?

(phone rings)

You absolutely can say that.

You have experts
backing you up.

Your lawyers, they can file
for an injunction

to get you
into a hospital today.

We have a-a surgeon ready
to perform the operation.

Dr. Choi-- he's coming
all the way from Korea tonight.

So by the time you stand trial,

the problem could be gone.

(phone rings)

Excuse me.

I'm a little busy, Shinwell.

SHINWELL:
Did you, by chance,

order a pallet
of fake meat product?

Fake meat? Of course not.

The box says "Phippshmeat."

Uh, that, that was me.

Oh, I-I believe it's a, uh,

it's a, it's a gift
from our patient.

Uh-huh, all right.

I'll see you shortly.

I-I had that
sent yesterday

when you took me on, um,
before all-all this.

A-a pallet of fake meat?

Uh, "shmeat" is-is preferable.
"Sheet of meat."

By the way, um,

how much freezer space
do you have at the clinic?

Oh...

Nobody wants
any Phippshmeat?

I can't see anything about
FDA approval on the packaging.

This could be human meat
for all we know.

You bring up cannibalism a lot.
Something you want to tell us?

I'm out on anything lab-grown.

Hurry up and dump the shmeat.

We have a videoconference
with Dr. Choi in Busan.

We're still doing
surgery on Cameron?

This might be a legal case now,

but Cameron Phipps
is still our patient.

The threat that hand poses
is greater than ever.

Come on, come on,

let's go.

Dr. Choi has to board
a long flight,

so let's stay focused.

(projector beeps)

Doctor, we propose
to diminish the motor input

in the hand by 50%.

I still think
it should be 80.

We undershot with
the neurotoxin, and
look what happened.

(phone chimes, buzzes)

ADAM: I thought you
turned off notifications.

STEPHENS:
That wasn't me.

WATSON: We're interested
in your input, of course,

but we believe 50%
will prevent

the transmission of certain
nerve impulses and knock out

the alien hand

but still preserve enough
of the motor input

so it could retain
some essential functions.

Say, for instance, if
the patient ever had children,

he'd be able to hold them.

If you can hold a baby,

you can throw a baby.

Okay, don't-don't translate
that, please.

(Choi speaking Korean)

TRANSLATOR:
We can accomplish this
via a new technique

I named selective peripheral
topographic neurolysis.

I can isolate the radial ulnar

and median nerves in the forearm

and selectively shave
some of the motor fibers.

Guv. Guv?

Uh, Cameron Phipps

just finished
his hearing.

The judge released
him to UHOP.

(phone buzzes)
WATSON: Okay,
this all looks great.

Dr. Choi, thank you
for your time.

You have a safe flight.

We look forward to seeing you
here in Pittsburgh.

See you soon.
(projector beeps)

(crying)

May I visit
my patient, please?

Cameron, how you doing?

Um... my... lawyer

left me with some,
uh, hope, I guess.

I have a diagnosis
and a pattern of injuries

that have escalated
over time.

I've sought treatment
for a year,

and I am willing
to undergo

an experimental surgery
to correct the issue.

He said that's
a lot to work with.

Well, we have one of the top
neurosurgeons in the world

flying in from Busan, so

we can proceed as soon
as you and he are ready.

I'm ready now.

Deaden the nerves.

Give me my life back.

Okay. I'll book the OR,

and Dr. Choi will be able
to operate tomorrow.

Thank you,
Dr. Watson,

for working with me,
for standing behind me.

I'm... I'm very grateful.

Of course.

Uh...

Uh, Mrs. Cromartie.
Uh...

Dr. Watson, this is the woman
who raised me.

Oh. Oh, stop that, Cameron.

She's still looking
after my dad's place.

(Cromartie chuckles)

What are you doing down here?

It's your father, Cameron.

He's... He didn't react well
to the news about Damian.

It's his heart.

Is Dad okay?

He's been admitted to the ICU.

They say he's
in critical condition.

Well, I-I wish him
the best, of course.

Thank you.
I'll, um...

I'll leave you two
to talk about it.

Oh, Cameron,
thanks for the meat.

Uh, Dr. Watson?

(panting)

You didn't eat
any of it, did you?

Phippshmeat?

No. No, I didn't.

(sighs) Thank God.

Why, is it unsafe?

It is neither safe
nor appetizing.

(sighs)

Cameron has started that company
from scratch four times.

So, Cameron's
a serial entrepreneur?

He would give $40 million
to a lemonade stand.

Mr. Phipps finally cut him off

after Cameron's second attempt
at Phippshmeats.

God only knows where the money
came for the third and fourth.

But you didn't eat it.

Congrats on your native
good sense.

DAMIAN:
Cam, come on, Cam.

(struggling)

(door opens)

Guv.

You've been squirreled away
up here for hours.

Did you know Cameron Phipps

filed for bankruptcy
two years ago?

No, I did not.

But neither am I shocked.

The man did name his company
Phippshmeat.

Yeah, but think about
all the resources

that he's had
at his disposal.

Right? He had th-the trust
fund, his father's backing,

and even with all of that,

Cameron's been through
four versions

of this lab-grown
meat company. Right?

Before that,
it was CBD gummies.

Now, throw two divorces
onto that bonfire.

I can't audit the man, but I...
I bet you he was broke.

Convenient, then, for Mr. Phipps
to be cursed with an affliction

that killed the only other heir
to his father's fortune.

Exactly.
But why...

would he hit
the crosswalk button

if he didn't want
the bus to stop?

Look at this.

He never actually
hit the button.

See?

Now look at this moment.

Look at Damian's expression

when he says
his brother's name.

Damian's not reacting
to the alien hand.

Damian's reacting to the look
he sees in Cameron's eyes.

Now watch this.

See, he pauses when he grabs
his brother's shirt

and shifts his gaze
to the left.

Yeah, you think
he's timing the shove.

I can't prove anything.

It's just a pause
and a head tip,

but... I think this may
have been intentional.

Cameron is using the fact

that he has alien hand syndrome
to get rid of his brother.

And if I'm right,

this wasn't an accident.

It was murder.

And now you're saying
it's not an alien hand?

Look, Cameron Phipps does
have alien hand syndrome.

But it wasn't Cameron's hand

that pushed Damian
in front of that bus.

It was Cameron.

Cameron disguised a murder
within his existing condition.

Which is actually the best plan
he's ever had.

And you think all this 'cause
Cameron Phipps tilted his head?

Yes. See, look.

If you look closely...

he's obviously
timing the bus.

You swore up and down yesterday
that this was an accident.

I spent an hour at
the district attorney's office

explaining that sometimes,
according to you,

a man's hand can just...

push his brother
in front of a bus.

Yes, and sometimes
it can happen.

I just don't believe
it happened here.

What about the jar of
acid down his back?

Yeah, if I'm right,
that was also Cameron.

He did it to make
the hand look dangerous

to set up the push.

Mm-hmm.

Well, looks like you got
yourself in a pickle.

Well, I wouldn't necessarily
call it a pickle

but more like
an evolving theory.

An evolving theory,
to a good defense attorney,

is called
"changing your story."

You think Cameron Phipps
hired a bad defense attorney?

I'll tell the D.A.

you evolved.

You got a nice suit,

so I'll even
review the tapes

that we collected
at the scene last week.

Thank you.
But if you're right...

if this was a murder,

I don't know how
to say this nice, Doc.

But you got played.

INGRID:
It's a ballsy plan.

Murder his brother in front
of a few dozen witnesses,

then line up the best doctor
in the city

to say it's not his fault,
then profit?

STEPHENS:
We have no actual evidence
this was a murder.

We have a pause
and a head tilt.

Either of which could have
happened for dozens of reasons.

We need more evidence.

The police need
more evidence.

Once this operation
is finished,

so is our connection
to this patient.

So you can live with knowing
that Cameron Phipps

is about to get
away with murder?

STEPHENS:
You can live with the idea

that some deserving patient
might not get our attention

(chuckling):
because you have a bruised ego?

You got duped.

Okay, so far, I just got used.
I didn't get duped

unless he
gets away with it.

But the current theory
on the table says

that our patient
is guilty of murder.

The treatment is, of course,
indictment and a trial.

Which is good news because
we can make our case medically.

Now, the first point of weakness
is the acid burn.

There's no way that Cameron
dumped that jar

down his back without
a trial run first.

You think he burned himself
more than once?

Oh, I think
he burned somebody else.

That Phipps money
can be very convincing.

Ingrid and Stephens,
check with our ER,

see if there's been
an influx of acid burns.

And check the students
at that new lab, too.

Sasha and Adam,

comb through
Cameron's records.

See if there's been
any types of conflict

with Cameron and his brother.

I'm gonna review
his genetic tests.

I suspect that he has
a "milkman gene."

What is the milkman gene?

It's a mutation
to his DRD4 gene.

It's been linked
with promiscuity

and other impulsive behaviors.

The failed businesses.

The divorces.
It all adds up.

Does everybody understand
the assignment?

Uh, this is perfect.

It works, but it can't
work against me.

Yes, Dr. Choi
did a remarkable job.

You know, Cameron,
when you're ready...

there is something
I'd like to talk to you about.

Of course, Doctor.
What's on your mind?

Well, this intervention
has been effective.

You won't have to suffer from
alien hand syndrome anymore.

But I am curious, though...

...what happened
between you and Damian?

Was it really your hand?

Of course.

Why would I want
to hurt my own brother?

You have a mutation
to your DRD4 gene.

It's called
the "promiscuity gene."

And it's not just about sex.

But it does make you more likely
to commit impulsive acts.

I live by my instincts.
That's not a sickness.

And it certainly didn't
lead me to kill my brother.

There is a treatment
for that mutation.

We can help.

You won't have
to live like this anymore,

and your lawyers, they can ask
for reduced charges.

Reduced from what?

Oh, I-I guess you didn't hear.

D.A. isn't pursuing this.

If you're right about
what happened to Damian...

then that would mean

that I finally did
something right.

I came up with a plan

and I got some of the smartest
people in the world

to buy into it...

...and it worked.

I won.

Me, Cameron Phipps. I won.

And all it cost me
was a burn on my back

and a little bit of mobility
in my left arm.

And your brother.

It also cost you your brother.

Right. Damian.

You've got murder
inside you, Cameron.

I should have seen it.

Don't be so hard
on yourself.

No one sees past my hand.

Thank you, Dr. Watson.

None of this would've
been possible without you.

♪ ♪

This lab
is absolutely incredible.

Seriously. I want to do
an internship here.

I'll do more work
than the robot.

His name's Clyde.

Well, we didn't invite you down
here to, uh, show off the lab.

Your instructor said
that you gave yourself

three chemical burns
with hydrochloric acid

within the space
of three weeks?

Yeah, well, I get stressed
when finals are close.

I got clumsy...

Oh, it looks like they get
more severe as they go.

Almost like you were testing out
how much acid

you'd need for
a second-degree burn.

And why would I do that?

STEPHENS:
If someone paid you
to do this, Vijay,

say someone picked up
your student loans

in exchange for you
giving yourself those burns,

that's not a crime.

But you should know

that you may be a part
of a murder plan.

Whoa... I didn't kill anybody.

Nobody's saying
that you did.

But if you admit
that Cameron Phipps paid you

to test those burns on yourself,

you could help prove
that he did.

INGRID:
You tell us
what we want to know,

we'll get in the door
at the Holmes Clinic.

Yes, and I wind up
tied up in court.

Not that I'm admitting

there's any kind
of arrangement to begin with,

but if there is,

do you know how much a year
of graduate school costs?

We are talking about a murderer
walking away scot-free.

Yes, but I didn't do it.

(sighs) I'm sorry, guys, but I'm
sticking with the deal I've got.

Your sense of civic duty
is severely stunted.

You'll be a billionaire
by the time you're 30.

30? So I look lazy to you?

(scoffs)

SHINWELL:
How to weigh the value
of one life over another?

The Fellows' DNA,
in the hands of Moriarty,

can only be used
for only one thing.

To take them off
the field of play.

Fake samples it is, then.

Moriarty will never get
his hands on the Fellows' DNA.

Not from the bastard
Shinwell Johnson.

(elevator bell dings)

No, no, no, no, no, no.

If those boxes are packed
with fake meat,

I'm afraid
we're already full.

These are records from the
Phipps family board meetings.

They even loaned me this
gentleman to cart the stuff.

And you are?

Detective Lestrade.

Pittsburgh
Police.

Oh. Uh, Shinwell Johnson.

Dr. Watson's aide
and general dogsbody.

I get the impression

you've caused harm in your life,
Shinwell Johnson.

I think that's just unbridled
virility you can sense.

I don't think so.

The board of BCH Phipps
has agreed to share these files,

in case they may
be of assistance

in your amateur
investigation.

You could find
some evidence of conflict

between the sons.
Oh, much
obliged, ma'am.

Morning.
Hi.

Excuse me,

are you
part of the Phipps family?

Um, no, definitely not.

My name's Keith Cromartie.

My mom's been
their housekeeper for 40 years.

Huh.
WATSON:
Detective Lestrade.

Did you decide
to join in the
investigation?

I brought you records.
Make something of 'em,

don't make
something of 'em.

Just don't say
I didn't help.

Watson?

Would you happen to be
a part of the Phipps family?

Uh, I get that a lot,
but, uh, nah, no relation.

Mm-hmm.

You see it,
too, don't you?

Oh, yes, widow's peak,
flared eyebrow,

repaired
cleft lip.

That guy may be the
housekeeper's kid,

but I'd bet
six months rent

he's also
John Phipps' son.

Mm, yes, there's
another heir

to the Phipps
family fortune.

I can't talk
about Keith's father,

even if I wanted to.

(sighs)

There are NDAs,

lawyers who would take
everything I have.

WATSON:
Miss, I understand,
but I believe

Cameron Phipps
killed his own brother.

Well, how would me
telling the truth

about my son prove that?
It wouldn't.

And I can't prove
that he's guilty,

but I'm looking
for a different
kind of justice.

Cameron possesses something
called a promiscuity gene.

It makes you prone
to impulsive behaviors.

John Phipps

certainly was promiscuous.

He had systems in place.

A lawyer to deal with the
nondisclosure agreements.

Do you have any idea how many?

Keith sent his DNA
to one of those lineage sites.

Came back he had...

(scoffs)
...36 half-siblings.

The man had 36 kids
out of wedlock?

Oceans of money,

promiscuity gene.
John Phipps had

no checks on
his behavior.

If your son could
give us a look at that site,

that's not violating any type
of nondisclosure agreement.

WATSON:
There he is,

a vulture
sitting vigil.

Hope you don't mind,
I've brought my whole team.

UHOP is a teaching hospital.

Mm-hmm.
Oh,

and you remember
Detective Lestrade.

Front-row seat

for your number one fan.

I appreciate
your devotion,

but I'm trying
to spend

these last few
sacred moments

with my father.

He has more time than you think.

Unless you have
other plans for him.

WATSON:
That would be
Cameron's ultimate folly,

and it would
be in vain.

Why, you ask? Behold.

Most people in
their right mind might wonder,

who wouldn't be satisfied

with splitting $300 million
with their brother?

But then,
they haven't
led your life.

According to bankruptcy records,

your multiple attempts
at a truly impossible burger

add up to a cool $17 mil.

SASHA:
Plus the previous debts
you accrued from your

artisanal flavored
ice cube venture?

Ahead of its time.

INGRID:
Including your
own affairs,

resulting in two ex-wives,
two kids between them.

Alimony. Child support.

WATSON:
Then, suddenly,

$150 million just
is not quite enough, is it?

So, why not...

...double it?

This

brings us to
the good news, bad news.

The good is, even though
you lost your brother,

you don't have to mourn
your father's death alone.

You have Keith, for one.

Mrs. Cromartie's son?

Your half brother.

Did you think the cleft lip
was a coincidence?

Father said
it was a common trait.

WATSON:
Oh, with his help,
even more so.

Keith discovered that he had 36

half-siblings,
so many that he thought

that they all had
the same sperm donor.

INGRID:
And, given
their own inherited

promiscuous mutation,
they all have kids, too.

STEPHENS:
18 nieces

and nine nephews.

And counting.

WATSON:
Direct descendants
of Mr. Phipps.

A total of 68 pockets
to fill with your inheritance.

STEPHENS:
136 pockets,

'cause pockets
come in pairs.

That-That-That's my money.

I earned it.

WATSON:
Oh, by all means,
fight for it.

These relatives live in Europe.

Ports in your
father's travels.

SASHA:
And Keith already
alerted them

about their
potential inheritance.

European courts could
force them into arbitration,

taking a 75% inheritance tax.

At best, your fortune
will be tied up for years,

if not
drained completely.

Oh, that's the bad news,
by the way.

Any thoughts, questions,

regrets?

LESTRADE:
Well,

I found that riveting.

Still can't bring him in,

but who can hate
on poetic justice?

We'll leave you to grieve
your losses, Mr. Phipps.

So, who are you
meeting up with first?

STEPHENS:
No idea,
haven't even

gone through all
the DMs yet.

ADAM:
Let me see your phone.

Who knows your type
better than I do?

Let's see.

It is insane that
you have this many messages.

STEPHENS:
Why is that surprising?

(book slams to floor)
SASHA:
Whoopsie-daisy.

(sighs)

Whoa, you all right?

You almost
jumped a mile.

It's my overactive
amygdala.

Well, hope you have
a nice night.

(shuddering)

(gasping)

Wait!

(footsteps returning)

Can I talk to you?

I think
we are friends.

I want to be.

I think
I want to be,

even though you say things
like, "whoopsie-daisy."

(chuckles)
What you said
about not letting

me hurt you, I would never
hurt you on purpose.

I know that.
I was just being dramatic.

I need to tell you
that my father's gone.

He's never coming back.

He left when you were 16.

He didn't leave.

He's gone,
he's never coming back.

I can personally guarantee
that he's never coming back.

Do you understand?

He hurt me.

He hurt my sister.

He's the one
who put her in a wheelchair.

Gigi? Oh, my God.

Gigi's the one
you wrote the letter for.

I lied to you
about that.

I've lied a lot.

I kept it a secret for 15 years.

That's why you lost the trial.

Someone found out before that.

Someone found
out that...

Someone found out what I did.

And I think
they're trying to blackmail me.

And I don't know
what to do.

I always know what to do.

Oh, no.
It's okay.

It's okay.

You're gonna
be okay.

(crying)

I always know
what to do.

(sobbing)

I don't know
what to do.

It's okay.

How do you
imagine this ends?

Eh?

Moriarty-- now,
not that I know the man--

strikes me as one
that finishes a plan

and then promptly cleans house.

Why leave loose
ends lying about?

Two words, Shinwell:

Stay...

useful.

And if you should feel
this usefulness

coming to an end?

Get creative.

Find another
function.

("Lawmaker" by Darkside playing)

♪ He's wearing a doctor's coat ♪

♪ But in his hand
is the ring of a lawmaker... ♪

WATSON:
To what do
I owe the honor,

Detective
Lestrade?

21 years I been a murder police.

I could retire, full pension,

but something
keeps me coming back.

Could be
I'm looking for a surprise.

Could be that
surprise is you.

I'm flattered.
I said,
"could be."

If you ever need

to contact the police,

I'd be honored
to be your first phone call.

Same goes for you,

if you ever need
a medical perspective.

Can I see you out?

Dr. Watson.

Hello, my name
is Vijay Dewan.

I was
in here yesterday.

Oh, the one with
the burn scars.

Yes. About that,

I may or may not have made
an arrangement for compensation,

but it seems my partner has
some sudden cash flow issues.

He's trying to pay with shares

from some company
called Phippshmeats.

What am I going to do
with a warehouse

full of rotting fake meat?

Look, you're
not gonna find

a more qualified
chemist anywhere.

If you give me
this internship here,

I'll tell you the whole story.

LESTRADE:
Cameron Phipps
paid you

to burn yourself
with hydrochloric acid?

Wait right here, please.
I'll take your statement

after we arrest
Cameron Phipps.

Do you want
to do the honors

of cuffing him,
or should I?

I don't know how
you did things overseas,

but here
in Pittsburgh,

it's the cops that
handle the handcuffing.

Okay, what about
a citizen's arrest?

♪ He's wearing a doctor's coat ♪

♪ But in his hand
is the ring of a lawmaker. ♪

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