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Previously on Watson...

The Crofts aren't responding
to the antivirals.

Dr. Croft?

They're positive
for the herpes virus,

but it's antiviral
and steroid resistant?

And it happened to both of them.

That doesn't look like something

that occurs in nature.
Someone made this virus.

All that DNA
you're keeping downstairs,

Moriarty knows how

to turn it
against people.

I believe Adam's
the target here.

Are you James Moriarty?

Pour the contents
of these packets

into each culture dish.

You want me to sabotage
Watson's research.

What's going on?
It's dead.

There's only enough

for one dose.

We can save Stephens

or we can save Adam,

but we can't save both.

A database of human mutations.

Sounds incredible.

Thank you
for what you're doing.

I'm a big fan.

There are moments when we
all have to make a choice.

We have treatment
to save one life:

Stephens' or Adam's.

You're talking about
identical twins in their 30s.

They share the same DNA.

Stephens and Adam are

effectively the same person.

Not really.

Adam practices
functional medicine.

Stephens is an infectious
disease specialist.

Adam is an addict who
just had a relapse...
Stop.

None of this means
that we can just pick.

Sometimes the ethics
are impossible.

Sometimes there's no way
to find daylight

between two human beings.

This... came
from Sherlock.

Fate has to decide here.

Hopefully, Sherlock's
wisdom guides it.

Are you awake?

My brother?

Good to see you.

Where's-where's Stephens?
Is he okay?

This is wrong.

You should have picked Stephens.

I can't help you
figure this out.

My brother could.

Stephens doesn't deserve this.

Do you?

So, what now?

Now we just wait and
watch my brother die?

We have time.

Two days,
maybe three.

There's lesions growing
in his brain.

If we operate on Stephens
two days from now,

what's gonna be left of him
when he wakes up?

- I don't know where you are,
- I don't even...

know if you'll be able
to hear this, but...

my guess is that you're off
somewhere punishing yourself.

And if you are,
you got to freeze that,

because if the odds hold,

we'll all have time for guilt.

So if you think
that you can help, we need you.

Stephens needs you.

John.

You all right, Shinwell?

You look sick.

I got your message.

There may be
a play, guv.

If you're truly willing
to work with me...

...I may be able to help.

Your daughter's dying.

You don't know that.

I know she ain't
been discharged.

I know you ain't slept in days.

You know what, my love?

Them dark circles,

they make you look
positively human.

What do you want?

Dr. Watson extends an invitation
to you and your daughter.

He wants to have her
into the clinic,

see what can be done
for the lass.
I'm not one to fall

for snake oil, Shinwell.
Yeah, well, that's good,

because we don't sell
fake cures.

John Watson might be able
to help her, he might not,

but he's the best medic
in this or any other hospital.

If you don't at least hear
what the man has to say,

have you really done
everything you can?

I know you.

You're the pharmaceutical rep
that used to sit over there.

Yes.

And you had no idea.

Welcome to the Holmes Clinic,
Ashleigh.

I'm excited
to work with you.

What is this?

What do you think it is?

We're taking on a new patient.
My daughter is nine years old.

She's been through more
pain and disappointment

than you or me or
anyone I've ever met.

I haven't been able to
protect her from that,

but I can protect her
from false hope.

I don't traffic in false hope.

What do you want from me?

I don't want anything.

Not yet.
I don't believe you.

My name is
Dr. Morstan.

You can call me
Mary if you want.

Have you ever had a doctor
who had his own robot?

A robot?
Mm-hmm. We have one here.

His name is Clyde, and he
helps Dr. Watson do his job.

Is it okay
if I show you?

Okay.

Does he ever take a break?

He's never asked for one.

He does look
a little tired.

Medulloblastoma, subtype SHH.

This girl had a brain tumor
by her ninth birthday.

That's just not right.
We should get a
rush from the labs.

How's this meant to work,
Shinwell?

You take Ashleigh
into your care,

tell us the same thing
we've heard from a dozen medics,

and I just share
everything about him?

We don't need everything.

Just one thing.

That's Stephens Croft.

It's not Adam Croft.

It's not the one you targeted.

He just happens to share
the same DNA as his brother.

Somewhere not
far from here,

there's a laboratory where
Moriarty's busy at work

on his perversions.

The vector to deliver the cure,

far as I understand it,
is called

"adeno-associated virus."

If you're cooking up
a bioweapon,

any scientist
would have

some small amount
of the cure on hand, too.

That's what we need.

Enough of that virus
to save Stephens Croft.

Oh, that's all?

It's suicide to cross Moriarty.

A nine-year-old
with brain cancer.

Those words don't belong
together in one sentence.

You're not wrong,
but it could actually be worse.

There's a treatment.
Neurosurgery.

Chemo placed directly
into the brain.

I didn't say it was good.
I said it could be worse.

With chemo, there's a 90%
survival rate for this patient.

Our immediate problem
isn't the tumor.

If we can get her
into surgery,

Ashleigh has a good prognosis.

The problem is her weight.

The chemo that she needs
is weight-based.

If she can't get heavy enough,
then her doctors

can't use enough chemo for
the treatment to be effective.

If we could put 15 pounds
on Ashleigh Burke,

we can save her life.

And if we can't?

She has good doctors.

Obviously, they can see
the same thing we can.

Okay, so what are they missing?

Come on.
I mean, a single insight

could make a big difference.

No one can figure out why
she can't gain weight.

So, where do we start?

I don't think Ingrid's
talking about the medicine.

We want this girl's mother
to steal what we need

to save Stephens.

If she won't do that,
if she can't do that...

If there's nothing

we can do to help,

do we sell her mother
on a treatment

even if it's not gonna work?

Could you do that?

We're not dealing with
the leader of a Brownie troop.

Ashleigh's mother is the reason

Stephens got sick
in the first place.

But if we say
that we're Ashleigh's doctors,

then that is who we are.

If the words don't mean
something to you now,

then they've never
meant anything to you

in the first place.

So again, where do we start?

Uh...

Watson?

Can I help you with something?

I'm looking for a Dr. Watson.

I'm John Watson.

My name is Laila Bynum.

I'm Ashleigh Burke's oncologist.

What is this place?

We are lucky
with our funding here.

MRIs, genetic testing.

We can do a full workup
and keep digging.

Ashleigh might not
have time to wait

for genetic tests to come back.

This clinic is a resource.
We will work with you

to do what's best
for your patient.

Hmm.

You seem skeptical.

I'd like to know who you are.

Think I've been
pretty forthcoming.

But you can ask me
anything you'd like.

I spend all day, every day
at a place

most people hope to never see.

I can't even imagine.

Pediatric oncology
is a breed apart.

They try and teach us
coping mechanisms.

None of it works. Not really.

You pick this,
and you're going on a ride

with each and every patient.

It can end
at a graduation,

or it can end
at a funeral.

I'm not vain.

I'm open to a second opinion.

But parents get desperate

when things
aren't going as they hoped.

They fall in
with people they shouldn't.

Is that you?

No.

This girl
is up against it, Dr. Watson.

These next few weeks
could be all she has,

and she needs someone
who's going to make them matter.

It sounds like she needs you.

That's it. I'm done.

The program requires
another set of band pulls.

The program also says
not to push too hard.

I know the surgery
is soon.

I'll be ready.

Do you know that guy?
He keeps looking over here.

He's from work.
Give me a minute.

What are you doing here?

Was it a relief?

When you did what I asked.

When you opened those packets
and poured them on the vector,

was it a relief?

I wouldn't use that word.

It was more...

inevitable.

You can use this number
to reach me.

This isn't about
orders anymore.

It's a collaboration now.

I've been wrestling
with this idea.

If this keeps going
the way it's going,

there are things
I won't get to say to you.

I see you, Stephens Croft.

I love that you're hurt

and that you try and
protect yourself by hiding that

and never letting anyone know
who you really are.

I love that you
can't quite do it.

And I love
every flash of kindness

you can't quite keep inside.

I hope you
come back to us.

But if we don't get that,

I... hope you can hear

what I'm saying
to you right now.

And I...

I hope you remember this.

What's happening?

She's seizing.

Why? What is this?

He's having
a non-convulsive seizure.

We need IV propofol stat.

Give me 0.1 migs per kigs
of lorazepam.

Help me keep her on her
side so she doesn't choke.

I'm sorry,
Ashleigh's had a seizure,

and that's meant
to be good news?

The good news is that her cancer
didn't cause the seizure.

Your daughter's tumor
is on her cerebellum.

A seizure like the one she had
is a cortical event.

There's a secondary cause
to her weight loss.

When we can figure it out,
we can help her.

We can get her to surgery.

There's something else
you need to know.

Stephens Croft
almost died today.

The HSV1 that you
infected him with

is cooking his brain.

We're-we're taking all
the blood out of his body,

we're putting it
through a machine,

and we're cooling it down
by five degrees.

It's a Hail Mary
and a way to buy time.

What do you want?

You know.

You're going to get us

the adeno-associated virus
that we need to cure Stephens

because we're doing
everything in our power

to save Ashleigh.

But if Stephens Croft dies,

I will wrap my hands
around your neck,

look you straight in the eye

until your entire world
turns black.

We're not trying

to diagnose the man.

We just want to know
where the lab is.

He has extensive holdings.

I don't think
he'd risk

those samples.

Could get damaged in flight,

could be inspected.

That facility is in Pittsburgh
or somewhere close.

What's he doing?

I can't be the only one
who's wondering that.

All the DNA that we've
collected, our work.

How many people
are gonna die?

The man's genius lies
in recognizing a tipping point.

If the eight people

in the line of
succession all die

at once, of a
mysterious ailment,

what would that do to a country

grown fat
on conspiracy theories?

If the heads
of the wrong country

in a sensitive region
all died on camera...

...what would that do?

Moriarty won't kill many people.

He'll kill the right people.

Have you seen
anything unusual lately?

Have you done anything unusual?
There's nothing's too small.

I had extra duties.

What, uh, three
months ago?

I was asked to coordinate
a series of deliveries

from a company called
Authentic Aromas and Spices.

AAS is a conglomerate.

And they're one
of the world's

leading suppliers
in laboratory equipment.

Wherever those deliveries went,
that's probably your lab.

You okay?
Yeah. Sorry.

Okay, listen, you two,
you go to that address,

make sure
it's the right one,

make a plan to get what we need.

Make a plan?

Do you have a problem
with that, Dr. Derian?

I think James Moriarty
is smart enough

to protect his lab.

I don't think that
whatever's left of Shinwell

and Nigella
the dainty British bitch

are gonna make it
through the front door.

This is a
suicide mission.

Thank you for the input.

Shinwell, I need
a minute with you.

Yeah, I'll be right up, guv.

Not in my office.

Must be agony.

Moriarty cooked something
special up for me, eh?

We'll have to do
a full workup.

No.

Your attention
just happens

to be the most valuable
commodity

in the world right now.

I'll not divert a dram of it,

not until
the Croft boys are well.

You can still do
what you need to do?

John.

How are you?

The Croft boy, Moriarty,

the DNA--
it's a lot.

I'm fine.

Ashleigh Burke had

a grand mal seizure
this afternoon.

We did a head CT--
it didn't show any changes,

so we don't think the seizures
are related to her cancer.

Was this her first
seizure, or was it

part of a pattern?
She's never
had anything

that looked like
a seizure before.

There might be an infection.

We should look
for sepsis.

Run a CBC and blood cultures,

a Chem 7 to find any

electrolyte
abnormalities.

If it's all right
with you, Dr. Bynum,

I'll check on Ashleigh,
get her ready for the needles.

She's used to them by now,
but a friendly face helps.

Thank you.
Yes, of course.

Okay, so let's get
this in motion.

Now, remember:

Ashleigh's 15 pounds away
from a full and happy life.

How'd you
get this way?

What do you mean?

Most doctors run
through a checklist

and then head home
to watch the Penguins game.

This attitude
I'm seeing here,

where'd it come from?

Well, let's just say
it comes from

a man named Sherlock Holmes.

He played the violin,
had a weakness for cocaine,

and he died
by falling over a waterfall.

I might want to hear
that story sometime.

Any thoughts on
how we do this?

We wait till shift change
in the morning.

It'll be less suspicious then.

I've been sent
to do a spot check.

There's another way.

I go in there.

No ruse, no conversation.

Nothing but me...

...and the things
I know how to do.

You feel like dying tonight,
Shinwell?

If I go into
that building

and I don't come out...

...feel free to indulge yourself
in a last stand.

Why do you believe
in this man?

Dr. Watson.

If Ashleigh can be saved,

he'll save her.

No matter what else you done,

you done right by that girl.

So, is this,
like, your spot?

I'm glad
you reached out, Ingrid.

What's on your mind?

I'm done fighting.

I'm done pretending

to be someone I'm not.

You're right.

It does feel better.

It's the clinic.

There are things
happening there.

Things you should know about.

You took too long
to kill Shinwell.

A knife or a bullet would have
been better than your new toy.

They know about your lab.

If there's anything there
that you want to save,

my advice would be
to work quickly.

Something bothering you, Ingrid?

I want to know what this is.

People like you and me,
we've been lied to.

The things that are
supposed to mean something--

uh, building a legacy,
helping other people--

that's all a part of the lie.

How far can you extend
your will into the world?

That right there,

is the question that matters.

Only a few of us
get to see that.

Welcome to the only club
that matters.

None of this makes sense.

Ashleigh Burke doesn't
have sepsis.

Her CBC and cultures
are negative.

Every test is negative.
Why can't this girl gain weight?

Sorry.

Had to deal with Gigi stuff.

I'll catch up by listening.

That couldn't have been
her first seizure.

She's burning off
every calorie you feed her.

We don't bleed our patients
with leeches,

and we do check
if they have seizures.

Sorry.

Defensive.

We've had Ashleigh on the leads.

Of course you have.

But, listen, we have
staffing issues here.

Every hospital does,
especially for shift work.

Has there been a change
on Ashleigh's floor?

They caught two night nurses
in the supply closet.

They were good.

Sometimes good is horny.

How do you rate
their replacements?

It's contract workers right now.

All right, so the leads that
are connected to Ashleigh

to monitor whether
she's having

late-night seizures
have been attached lately

by new and untested workers.

Do you think
it's possible

that she's been
having seizures

but the nurses
have just missed them?

That could explain
Ashleigh's weight loss.

Watson?

You with us?

I am with you.

I'm also hungry.

Sorry. Stephens is dying,

Shinwell's parked outside
of some heavily guarded lab,

and we're also dealing with a
nine-year-old with brain cancer.

Well, you're not wrong.

Sometimes the universe
tells you a really good joke.

I believe Ashleigh Burke has

a genetic condition called MCAD.

Medium-chain acyl-coenzyme A
dehydrogenase deficiency.

Very good, Dr. Lubbock.

Say that six times in a row,
and you will get

your very own
meal replacement shake.

I'm good, thanks.

You did your job perfectly.

You gave her the very latest
in meal replacement shakes.

They have MCT and
coconut oil in them.

The problem is, Ashleigh's body
can't process either of those.

She has seizures at night
and only at night

because that's when her body
burns up all the fuel.

And the new temp nurses failed
to detect them.

So she just needs
an old-fashioned protein shake?

It's still just a theory,
but if I'm right,

her body can process those.

We need to give her
corn starch every night.

It's packed with
calories and carbs.

It gives her body the
energy that it needs.

And she won't seize.

Corn starch?

And we're not there yet,

but I think we just saved
one life.

We're nearly there now.

Give them a few minutes
to get their day rolling,

and that's your window.

Hannah.

That's my name.

If I don't come out
of that building,

if Ashleigh lives
and I don't,

it's more than I have
any right to ask.

More than I deserve.
Listen to me.

If I get through this
and you don't,

she will remember you.

She'll think well
of her mum.

I promise ya.

What is this?

They know we're coming.

It wasn't me.

It don't matter.

It's a different
cricket match now.

In a pinch, guv.

We haven't been
to the lab yet.

I need you
to come back to the clinic.

John, I don't understand.

Understand it later.
Come back right now.

Good. You're safe. I'm glad.

Guv, we didn't
get what you need.

- Don't worry about it.
- It's on its way.

Your daughter is with Dr. Bynum.

I'm confident
that she'll be able

to gain the weight for surgery.
I don't understand.

You don't need to understand.

You need to say, "Thank you,"
and you need to get out now.

Thank you.

I-I still don't follow.
Who's bringing the vector here?

He came to me, too.

James Moriarty.

I killed my father.

He shoved my sister
off a balcony

and left her a paraplegic.

And I killed him
before he could finish the job.

Moriarty knows.

He gave me a job
to do here.

I ruined the vector.

I didn't know why
he wanted me to do it,

but I took
the chemicals he gave me

and I tainted the AAV.

The reason Stephens
is barely alive...

...the reason he might have
brain damage already...

...it's me.

Ingrid came
to see me last night.

She decided who she wants to be.

Dr. Derian went to see
Moriarty this morning.

She came to see me
before she set it up.

She told me everything.

Now Moriarty's coming here.

Why on earth would he do that?

Sir, are you all right?

He came here last week.

Pretended to be a patient.

I saw him in the exam room.

He gave me these.

He also gave me

one of his cuticles
without realizing it.

He knows we have his DNA.

He set the meeting
for the incline.

I arrived
two hours earlier

and covered every surface
in both cars

with something Watson cooked up.

Something pointed
right at his genome.

Moriarty's coming
because he's sick.

He knows that I'm the one
that made him that way.

He knows that I'm the only
person on the planet...

...that can keep him alive.

What did you do to me?
I can't see.

"Always & Everywhere."

It's a good name.

It's very you.

I targeted your
mitochondrial DNA.

Caused a point mutation

by changing a single
letter in your genome.

G to A.

You can barely see now, but...
you'll be completely blind soon.

After that, spasticity,
cardiac arrhythmia,

encephalopathy,

then you'll die.

I offered her everything.

Dr. Derian doesn't want
what you have to offer.

Do you want me to cure you?

You're a brilliant man.

If you want what I can give you,

then I'd imagine you
brought what I need.

I won't go under
general anesthesia.

You'd never let me wake up.

Well, I'm not sure
if you've looked around.

Probably not since you're
half blind, but...

you're not in a
position to negotiate.

There's no need for a general.

I'll put a local
anesthetic into your eyes.

You'll have a series
of injections.

You should be better
in about a week.

What happens then?

I don't know, I'd imagine
that's up to you

and whatever
lawyers you hire.

Me? I'm just a doctor.

I keep things simple.

And this...

is as simple as it gets.

James Moriarty.

Do you want to die today?

He wants the cure.

He brought what we needed.

I'm gonna give it to him
just like we talked about.

But I need to hear
from everyone first.

No one can opt out.

Do it.

I-I'm with you.
Oh, yeah.

This is Stephens.

It's the only way.

Book the OR
for Stephens.

You look terrible.

You don't have brain damage.

That's good.

Stephens, I'm sorry.

I should've never
dated Lauren.

Doesn't matter
that you broke up with her.

It was selfish.

And blind and, um...

...me.

We fell in
love, though.

It's real. I-I can't just stop.

I can't stop it
because of how it started.

I know.

I'm happy for you.

I'm happy for her.

I am going to rip
the hell out of you

when I give my best man speech.

My head...

really, really hurts,

and I'm already thinking
about one-liners.

I kissed you.

When you were sick.

Thanks.
Mm.

Don't be too grateful.

Seemed like it
might've killed you.

See, it's hard
to evaluate that statement

because I don't remember.

Oh.

Well... Hmm.

Well, I can
help with that.

You have to see him, you know.

You can't avoid it anymore.

I know you're sorry.

And I know that you
don't know how to say that.

I appreciate what you did.

I stayed sick
because of you,

but I also live
because of you.

Thank you.

But I can't work with you
anymore.

You have to go.

Can you see me?

I, um...

once knew a man
named Sherlock Holmes.

He was my best friend.

He made the world a better place
every single day he was alive.

You killed him.

I have twin doctors
working at my clinic.

They're amazing doctors.

They're growing into the very
best versions of themselves.

You tried to kill them both.

You forced Shinwell to
change my medications.

I treated patients

under the influence
of a hallucinogen.

What was the idea there?

Create a-a record
of erratic behavior

so you can get rid of me?

Sick people come to see me
from all over the world.

They trust me
to take care of them,

and they leave the secrets
of their DNA in my clinic.

You turned their genes
into a tool

to murder anybody
that you wanted to.

Well...

...as your doctor, I...

have to tell you that the cure
didn't work as well as I hoped.

No, you see, y-your scans,
they're highly concerning.

I'm worried that you
may have a stroke

in the very near future.

What did you do to me?

Well, you can see.

The other changes that
we set in motion,

well, it turns out there just
wasn't much we could do.

You took an oath.

I did.

"First, do no harm."

You are the harm,
James Moriarty.

I treated you,
but for the good of the world,

I am glad you are not
gonna be walking out of here.

No, yeah, well,

I did give you
your eyesight.

But all that really
means is that

I am the last thing
you will ever see.

When?

Maybe soon.

Maybe now.

But I'm gonna
sit with you.

I owe you that.

Who are you?

What made you this way?

So you're gonna die
with your secrets, huh?

What else do I have left?

He's gone.

I'll take it from here.

I got you.

I like her.

You didn't ask, and you
don't need my permission

or even my opinion,
but I like her.

Thank you.

You gonna come eat?

Seriously.

I am violating many, many rules

by cooking for you
on the third date.

I mean, I don't even tell
a man I know how to cook

until certain requirements
have been satisfied.

Lucky me.

Don't say that
until you try the gumbo.

I'll be there in a minute.

Okay.