Original subtitles

Thank you.

You know, we used to make things in this city.

We made steel, we sent it down the river

to become buildings and hulls for boats

and 747s.

And all the while,

here at Sidney's Jazz Lounge,

we made music.

My father played on this stage with Lena Horne.

We had culture.

We made legends.

And tonight, on this stage, there's a legend to be made.

Ladies and gentlemen, I have seen them all,

but I have never seen anything like...

Annabelle Lee.

Whoa!

- Okay? - Yeah, yeah.

But that's how it was.

You know, that's really how it was.

You play like that at 11:00,

and that talent scout from Atlantic

won't know what hit him.

He'll have no choice but to sign you.

"Scout"?

- Mm. - "Sign"? What you talkin' about, man?

What is this, 1975?

They still got record scouts.

I got one coming on down to Pittsburgh.

All right, fine, so his son is over at CMU.

But the point is that

he's gonna be here tonight.

- I dig. - Annabelle, you all right?

Yeah. Yeah, I'm just gonna go, um,

splash some water on my face.

She's gonna go splash some water...

- Oh, no, you going to the hospital. - No.

No. No, no, no.

I'm fine. I'm fine. I-I'm not gonna

miss my shot just to sit in the ER for hours.

You don't have to sit there.

You can go in through the VIP door.

- Hamish got a kid there working. - No.

Not John. Not my son.

Another medical director over there... Mary...

will get you back on time.

Shinwell, take that to pathology.

Hmm.

Is there an issue?

Usually, when I take delivery of fingers in a bag,

there are no doctors present.

Not licensed ones, anyway.

I see.

I still don't get why the patient wanted them gone.

There are obvious benefits to having

six fingers on each hand.

I once had a competitive bowler

tell me it was the secret to his topspin.

Exactly. He had a leg up on his rivals.

I think you've got your anatomy wrong there.

I'm-a skip the amputated fingers banter

if it's all the same to y'all.

Do you mind if I go home?

I have a video call with Uncle Jun to plan his visit.

"Uncle Jun."

I can hear those scare quotes.

How is he related to you again?

He was married to my birth mother's younger sister.

So, not a blood relative.

Convenient. I'm just saying, it's harder to verify.

Otherwise, you could steal a hair and run his DNA.

Hypothetically, of course.

His wife died of leukemia early this year.

I'm his only other family member in the States.

But it's been nice. Jun's gonna give me cooking lessons.

He used to run his own Chinese place in New York.

Has he mentioned other Sashas?

Jun says that my birth mother's still in China,

but he's just following my lead, so, I figured

I'd get to know him first, see where it goes from there.

Okay, Sasha, you can go home. Shinwell,

deliver those fingers.

If anyone needs me, I'll be down in the ER.

- Is everything good? - Hope so.

My father just showed up there.

He has a father?

Hamish is fine.

He's not the patient. It's his protégé.

He wanted me to bump them to the front of the line.

I've already made arrangements, but I wanted to loop you in.

Yeah, but why didn't he just call me?

We have a good relationship.

- What? - You both say that a lot.

When's the last time you talked?

Last Sunday, when I called my mother.

He told me...

All right, fine, fine, she told me that

he wanted to invite me to a late-night set at the club.

Laila and I are gonna try to make it.

Well, thankfully, I am no longer the designated interpreter

for the two of you.

Look, he's in with the patient.

If you want to know why he didn't call you,

why don't you ask him yourself?

How are you, Hamish?

"Hamish"?

What happened to "Dad"?

A divorce judge happened.

Forget about all that. Come give me a hug.

Hey, Dad.

John. Oh, good of you to come.

It's... It's, uh... Well...

- Yeah. - It's good to see you.

I didn't want to pull you away from your research.

Your mother's always talking about how busy you are.

- I'm seeing mostly patients now, so... - Mm.

Yeah. It's, uh...

Hey, Annabelle.

Have the ER doctors been in here to see you yet?

Uh, a resident came in and said she would be back soon.

That was 30 minutes ago.

Ooh. Someone needs to talk to management about that.

Well, I can examine you now,

save you additional wait.

How about I take you on a tour of UHOP?

Give you the lay of the land.

Queen in her domain.

More like an overworked administrator.

He brags about you,

to everybody.

"My son is the greatest geneticist

in the world."

He just can't tell you that.

You got to have something to work for, after all.

Yeah, you got that right.

Well, anyway, it's good to see you again.

I think the last time I saw you

was at a recital when you were, like...

had to be about 12 years old.

Oh. Yeah, don't remind me.

Uh, I think 12 was when I peaked.

It's all been downhill from there.

Tell me what happened tonight.

Uh, I-I just got a little lightheaded

and took a spill after the show, but I'm fine now.

Mm-hmm. Did this happen when you fell?

Uh, no.

That was earlier. I tripped over a stand.

Has there been anything else

that's been bothering you recently?

No.

No?

Not even the intermittent numbness in your right foot?

The wear pattern

on the soles are uneven.

I'd say this has been going on for, I don't know, maybe

three, four months now?

That's why you stumbled twice tonight.

It went away. I mean, it always goes away

after, like, a minute or two.

But numbness and weakness could be signs

of something more serious.

Why would you hide those kinds of symptoms?

There's a record scout coming to the show tonight.

Hamish made it happen. I-I really have

- to get back onstage. - I'm sorry, Annabelle.

I need to run some more tests.

I will come back right after my performance

and you can run whatever tests you want.

- Please. - You've got to be kidding me.

No... I'm admitting her to the hospital

for an expedited workup.

This has been going on for months,

and it's just getting more severe.

Tonight was evidence of that.

That's why I didn't come to you first.

Mary doesn't make mountains out of molehills.

- And neither do I. - Annabelle passed out

because she's dehydrated and tired.

And I've seen it happen with musicians before.

Once the show is over, she'll be fine.

- Can you help me here? - Oh, I'm Switzerland.

Post-divorce version of Switzerland.

I don't take sides.

No, no, no, li-listen to me.

Annabelle's talent is not going anywhere.

And, yes, you might know musicians,

but I'm her doctor now.

Worsening numbness

and weakness means this isn't just fainting.

And I'm not just going to let her walk out the door

and risk her life, because you want her to play music.

Why would a 22-year-old musical prodigy develop

recurrent numbness, weakness,

and blackouts seemingly out of nowhere?

Is the musical prodigy part relevant?

Maybe yes, maybe no. You tell me.

This is the part where we all trade ideas.

We've all googled you.

Aggressively and extensively.

Everybody knows that your father is a local legend.

Why haven't you said anything?

Why would I say anything?

"Hamish Watson is a renowned tenor saxophonist

and jazz educator."

Wikipedia says that he was mentored by John Coltrane.

Is that why they named you John?

You're not a musician, though.

I played the alto saxophone, same as Annabelle.

But you don't play it now. Otherwise, he'd be invested

in your career instead of hers.

Is Hamish Watson disappointed in you?

Let's focus on the patient.

Not only is she suffering from physical decline,

she's dealing with immense stress from her career.

She has a major label eyeing her,

and she has a hard-driving mentor

with some very unrelenting expectations.

Can't imagine what that's like.

It'd be too much for any one person to bear,

but to deal with that at that young of an age?

It's crushing.

- Sure we're still talking about Annabelle? - Stop.

We have a good relationship.

The differential, please.

Could still be a stroke.

Overnight CT is negative,

uh, but the definitive study for diagnosis is an MRI.

An MRI could also help evaluate for multiple sclerosis.

A young woman in her twenties with episodic weakness?

It's practically textbook.

MS is also worsened by emotional and physical stress.

Excellent point, Dr. Lubbock.

The pressure from auditioning

could have triggered that attack.

Ingrid and Stephens, get an MRI.

Check for stroke and multiple sclerosis.

Sasha and Adam, go to Annabelle's apartment.

See how she's been dealing with all this stress.

- Where are you going? - I'm taking Shinwell

to my father's club.

Maybe we can find some clues.

Woman, you are a lifesaver.

You know you didn't have to sleep here overnight.

John would have let you stay at his place.

I promised Annabelle's parents

I'd stay with her in the hospital.

They're visiting her sister down in Australia.

Hmm.

It's my guy from Atlantic.

He's gonna be in town for a couple of days.

Says he wants to come back to the club to see Annabelle.

Ah, she must be special if he's willing

to go through all that trouble.

She ain't just special. She is it.

When that child plays,

she forces people to pay attention.

It's like... she's saying things for them

that they can't say for themselves.

You really think they'll sign her?

Mm.

The label knows she can break through.

Uh, she's a kid,

a kid who wants to play jazz in 2025.

She ain't no fossil with...

Double hip replacements.

Last night, I thought I was gonna sign

my first record deal, and now I might have MS?

How can I play the saxophone if I can't even lift my hands?

I just thought I had more time.

I thought I was just getting started.

So, um...

how does one become a musical prodigy, anyway?

Did your parents start you young?

No tiger moms here.

My parents were too busy making ends meet.

They didn't have time to think about our hobbies.

It was Hamish.

I was six. Mom got a second job

as a receptionist at a music school,

and I'd sit on the benches and wait for her to finish work.

I could hear Hamish giving lessons in his office,

and I would memorize the melodies he'd play.

And then I would sing them back to myself

and-and pretend I was playing, too.

He heard me one day,

and he told my mom

I had a great ear,

and he offered to teach me for free.

He's been my teacher ever since.

He helped me get a scholarship to Pitt

and gave me a spot in his band after graduation.

Doesn't sound like he gave you anything.

You're wrong.

If he hadn't heard me that day, I never would have known.

I would just be...

singing in the shower.

Hamish changed my life.

This whole scene.

My dad's club.

If I can keep the club open for another six weeks,

and I can get Annabelle set up...

...it'll all be worth it.

You're going under? Does John know?

Oh, no, no, no, no, we're good.

It's the club that's sick.

Same as Annabelle.

Is she going to be okay?

John won't stop until he finds an answer.

Yeah, I get Sasha's excited,

but this guy comes out of the woodwork

claiming to be a relative, and now,

she's inviting him into her home?

She's done her homework on Uncle Jun.

He doesn't have a criminal record.

Everything he's told her so far checks out

with the adoption paperwork.

Yeah, there are other ways

he could have found that information.

Look, I'm her boyfriend.

I'll be her bodyguard, but only if she wants that.

I've got my eye on the situation.

But she's happy.

I'm not getting in the way.

Annabelle's MRI is done.

There's no evidence of MS or a stroke.

But...

It's completely negative.

We're no closer to figuring out what's wrong with her.

Oh, my God.

J. Hamish Watson.

The genius of the human genome.

Eddie Hines.

This is the master of the 88 keys.

Yeah, right. Look how far that got me.

I'm back here polishing stemware for the night shift.

Shinwell Johnson.

I'm Dr. Watson's assistant.

A sideman.

Eddie Hines, Hamish's piano player and club manager.

I've known your man since we were both 12.

- Yeah. - Mm.

You and Dr. Watson play music together?

Oh, no, no. Hamish would never let me play with Eddie.

This man has got some real talent.

Talent which led me to polishing that stemware.

Hey, you mind if I look around?

Oh. Be my guest, man.

So, listen, Eddie, did you notice anything strange

about when Annabelle fell yesterday?

Any type of abnormal movements that could be a seizure?

Don't think so.

What about when she was performing?

Did you notice anything?

I was just trying to remember the changes, man,

so Hamish didn't have my hide.

You know how he gets.

Oh, don't I know it.

Would it help for you to see a video?

You recorded the performance?

Hamish wanted it for the website. I'll go get it now.

- Oh, definitely. - Long time, boy.

- Good to see you. - All right. Always good to see you.

Lot of history here.

Yeah, that's my grandfather Sidney right there.

He opened up this place after he stopped touring with Coltrane.

Oh, and that's my father

and my grandfather in the same picture. Wow.

You don't talk about him much.

Your dad.

Heard all about your mum and the museum.

Imagine it must have been difficult being...

...you with a family like this.

I was good at something.

It took me a while to find it, but...

...that's more than most people get.

Annabelle's apartment is so cool.

Wow. There's nothing in this place

that isn't geared towards music.

It's like her sole mission in life.

Did Stephens ever tell you about our junior high rock band?

No.

Lasted half a summer.

We couldn't decide on a musical direction.

I wanted to be Phish, and he wanted to be the Strokes.

And now you're back,

side by side at the Holmes Clinic.

We made better doctors than musicians.

What about you? Did you ever, uh, play anything as a kid?

Mm. I begged my mom for singing lessons.

Thought I'd be LeAnn Rimes.

Then I switched to the next thing that caught my fancy.

Dang. This girl makes residency look like vacation.

Eight hours of practice on top of rehearsals?

Even I couldn't handle that at 22.

The screws on this outlet cover are stripped,

and there's wear on the plate.

Looks like someone tried to open it

with a coin or maybe a butter knife.

An outlet box is a good hiding place.

I hear about them all the time in meetings.

You bring that thing

everywhere you go?

Before Watson, I used to think

doctors only carried stethoscopes.

Oh.

Adam, you good?

I don't want to touch that.

I think I know how Annabelle's been handling the pressure.

Did you know about this?

Don't be such a prude.

A prude?

A cocaine-induced TIA explains all of Annabelle's symptoms.

The numbness, the weakness, the blackouts.

Ministrokes caused by drug use

could even explain her negative MRI.

Well, that's not what happened.

You're a music teacher. You're not a doctor.

You know, I have worked with dozens

of strung-out players.

This is how they deal with the stress,

the travel, the haunting.

What's "the haunting"?

There's the art form.

There's standards.

Then there's you.

The haunting is that feeling

of not being able to measure up.

I confronted Annabelle about this months ago.

She stopped then and there.

Oh, so, so that's, like, your professional opinion?

You confronted?

- Did you give her a drug test? - This is so much fun.

You two have a good relationship.

Who wouldn't want to spend as much time

as possible around that?

John, if you're worried that Annabelle

is still using cocaine, why don't you talk to her directly?

What were you hoping cocaine would do for you?

I wanted to play the way I'm supposed to play.

If there's a powder or a syringe

that can help me do that, I'll try all of it.

Why are you looking at me like that?

I... Run your tests. I quit.

And for the record, the numbness and the weakness...

that all started before I got high.

I was worried that my symptoms

would start affecting my playing,

and it was distracting me during shows.

Everyone said coke helps you focus,

so I tried it.

Like I said, I'll try anything.

You've been spending too much time around my father.

Hamish?

Well, he turned his back on his talent.

He gave up everything for you.

What?

Hamish could have been a legend.

Instead, he's in Pittsburgh.

I mean, I don't blame my father for this.

We're doing fine.

What's with the face?

This is a perfectly neutral expression.

I'm not mad at him. I'm not.

I'm telling you, I'm not, okay?

It's... it's not my father.

It's who?

It's kind of silly.

My problem is with the universe.

Well, that's always a productive stance.

I mean, look, he didn't do anything wrong.

I just want to know when I can finally stand there

with my father and feel like me.

Who do you feel like now?

Like an eight-year-old kid

who knows he needs to get better at the alto sax.

Annabelle's tox screen came back negative.

She can't have done cocaine in the past five days.

Hmm.

Uh, we're at a bit of a dead end.

Figure we hit it fresh tomorrow?

Mm-hmm.

You good?

I'm fine, Dr. Derian.

Just spending some time with my patient.

I refuse to ask for water.

I take it you haven't eaten many Hunanese food before?

I'm fine. I'm fine.

You know, spicy food runs in your blood.

That's why our region produced so many revolutionaries.

The chairman Mao Zedong was from Hunan, too.

Wow.

No wonder I can never win an argument with you.

It has been special to share this time with you, Sasha.

I've really enjoyed it, too.

Thank you so much for coming all this way to see me.

I want to give you this gift to mark this occasion.

Is that her?

- Is that my mom? - Yes.

You look remarkably like her.

- - Oh. - Oh.

Oh, dear.

Okay, okay, okay. Wait.

You all right? Please, have some. Have some.

Thank you.

Oh. Those scars look familiar.

Where are they from?

Oh, um, I got a few moles removed in medical school.

My physical exam lab partner... she pointed 'em out.

Good thing she did, too.

Doctors said it must've run in my family.

I remember your mother had something like that.

I stopped touring after John was born.

My dad asked if I wanted to take over the club.

Seemed like a good idea at the time.

Sometimes I wonder.

Hmm.

Hey, John, come and join us.

Shinwell and I pilfered your finest whiskey.

No, it's no use. I know that face.

Dr. Watson is in work mode.

How does she do it?

I mean, how does she physically do it?

Well, she's playing in the altissimo register,

the highest on the saxophone.

And those notes...

they require time to develop.

It needs an increase in air and intensity.

Why? What is it?

It's music. Her ambition. It's you.

If I'm right,

Annabelle's jazz career is killing her.

A puff of smoke.

Or, as the Japanese would call it...

Moyamoya. She has Moyamoya disease.

Very good, Dr. Derian.

Now would you care to explain what that is?

Uh, Moyamoya is rare disorder

that results in the narrowing of a major blood vessel

in her brain, which limits blood flow.

The body forms abnormal

collateral vessels to compensate.

Like finding an alternate route home

when there's traffic on the Fort Pitt Bridge.

The "puff of smoke" sign can only be seen on an angiogram,

not an MRI, which is why it escaped our notice at first.

How did you know to look for it?

That video of her playing.

Annabelle started getting dizzy at the end of her solo.

It was something about how she was playing music

that caused Annabelle to black out.

So you went to your dad for help.

Yes. He explained that, in order for her to hit the high notes,

Annabelle had to increase the speed of air

that she was sending through the saxophone.

She blew off all her CO2.

She was basically hyperventilating.

Which decreased the flow

to her already blood-starved brain.

Yes, Annabelle is having ministrokes,

just not due to the drugs.

Every time she pushes herself while playing,

she puts herself at risk for another one.

If this is Moyamoya,

it's not just TIAs we need to be afraid of.

We're lucky she hasn't had a major stroke by now.

You're right. But the good news is,

Moyamoya is one of the rare causes of stroke

that is actually treatable.

You want me to have brain surgery?

You and I have different definitions of good news.

A neurosurgeon can take part of a blood vessel from your scalp,

and reconnect it inside your brain.

It would bypass the blockage from your Moyamoya.

With a consistent blood supply,

you shouldn't have any more numbness,

weakness from the ministrokes.

And you'll also significantly reduce

the risk of having a full-blown stroke.

Isn't there something, like,

less invasive we could try first?

- Medications, maybe? - I don't recommend that.

Worsening neurologic symptoms means

that your brain is already being impacted.

But I feel fine outside of these episodes.

I'm-I'm playing better than I ever have.

I mean, I'll... I'll just take a break from high notes.

That's not a fix, Annabelle.

Plus, knowing you, that's not sustainable.

If you mess with my brain,

will it affect my musical abilities?

The surgery would be in the left side of the brain.

Music is mostly controlled by the right.

Mostly...

but not entirely?

We think that musicality...

resides in the left brain.

You want to remove the soul from my music?

Annabelle, any effects from the surgery should be temporary.

A stroke could result in permanent disability

or even death.

But-but you can't even say for sure that I'll have one.

And if I do, it could be in five, ten years from now.

I wouldn't take that bet if I were you.

But can you guarantee

that this surgery won't affect my talent?

Because being a musician is so much more

than just playing notes.

It's about making people... feel them.

I'm sorry.

I can't promise you that.

It's brain surgery, Annabelle.

Then I don't want it.

Annabelle...

...you have your entire life ahead of you.

You're more than just a musical prodigy.

This is about staying alive.

Haven't you ever wanted to change the world, Dr. Watson?

Make your mark and-and leave this place

better than you found it?

I have.

I can't save lives like you,

but I can impact them with my music.

I can bring people joy, I can bring them to tears,

just with the way that I play.

But all of that goes away

if you cut my talent out of my head.

You okay?

You've been distracted ever since dinner.

I'm fine. I just...

I can't stop thinking about my birth mom.

What did your father say?

That he wished I were still that baby

he carried back to Dallas 35 years ago.

That photo brought back all his memories.

So it's definitely you, huh?

Which means it's definitely her.

There's just something else that Uncle Jun said, that...

I'm just saying, people can have a second calling.

Look at Shinwell.

Look at me.

I thought my life was over after my diving injury.

Do not equate your situation to hers.

You were a moderately talented collegiate athlete.

She is a jazz virtuoso at 22.

She could be the next Charlie Parker.

I get it. She don't want to look back

and wonder what might have been.

I don't blame her.

We all want our chance at greatness.

That's why we work for Watson.

Would you risk your intelligence,

even if it meant saving your life?

You guys are all wasting your time.

Are we?

Trying to convince Annabelle to get the surgery.

It's not her that we need to convince.

It's him.

Do you even realize

the power that you have?

Oh, what are you talking about?

I own a failing jazz club,

and I'm living off your mother's savings.

But none of that matters.

Not to Annabelle.

To someone who wants your approval,

you are like music itself.

Your opinion means everything to her.

If you told her to have the Moyamoya surgery,

- she'd do it. - Hmm.

- Dad? - Mm?

This is her life.

Music is her life.

I know that that's important to her,

but it's not the same thing.

Okay? It can't be the same thing.

She's afraid of losing something

that is as vital to her as breathing.

That's why she won't risk it.

I'm sorry, John.

I'm not gonna pressure her into making that kind of decision.

That's hers and hers alone.

Well, now, she's not making this decision for herself.

She's making that decision for you.

You wanted her to be this prodigy.

You wanted her to uphold your legacy.

And she wanted

so badly to please you,

she would have put herself aside,

if it meant making you happy.

If you care about her,

if you really care about her,

stop putting that burden on her and let her live her life.

I showed Annabelle what she could do,

who she could be.

She does not want to have the surgery, John.

Oh.

You know, if you were a musician,

you'd understand that.

I was so happy when you wanted to have lunch

before I took the bus back.

You did it. Oh.

Something wrong, Sasha?

I used to wonder what my birth mom looked like

when I was a kid.

Thanks to you,

now I know.

It's good to know family.

That's how you know yourself.

Yeah.

The skin condition I have... F A triple M...

it's autosomal dominant.

That means you only need one affected parent to inherit it.

The other night, you said that she had it.

But when I look at this picture again,

I noticed that my mother's shoulders were clear.

That means she couldn't have given it to me,

which means you lied.

Just like you lied about being my uncle.

Why'd you do it?

You found out my family had money, planned to ask

for a little bit here, and a little bit there,

and the next thing I know, I'm out 50 grand?

- I can explain. - I already have an explanation.

Do not contact me again,

or else I'll call the police.

I'm not your uncle.

But I don't want the money. I have enough.

Aren't you wondering

how I got that photo of you and your birth mom?

I know I can find her identity.

I'm lonely, Sasha.

I'm alone.

That's why I did this.

If you ever want to see her,

I can help.

Okay. Thank you.

Thank you.

What did Rory say?

Is he still willing to come hear me play?

Yeah, he's coming to the club tomorrow evening

on his way to the train station.

Okay, I think I should start with "Misty."

He's gonna be expecting a burner,

so a ballad will really take him by surprise.

It'll be like an homage to The Hill.

Annabelle, uh, about this surgery...

Maybe...

maybe you should do it.

Yeah, I mean, I'll-I'll think about it later.

I...

I might not get another chance.

It's going to be okay. It's okay.

I'm gonna get some help.

John?

There's something wrong with Annabelle.

What happened?

Uh, she-she wanted to play.

Annabelle, you have to slow

your breathing. Can you do that for me?

There we go. In...

and out. Good job.

Very good.

Annabelle? Annabelle?

What's wrong? John, John, John, what's wrong with her?

She must have triggered a stroke.

Code Blue, Room 418.

- Get that crash cart. - Code Blue, Room 418.

22-year-old female with Moyamoya disease.

Symptoms are concerning for an acute stroke.

- Stephens, where are we with the bolus? - I'm giving it now.

Very good. We need to raise her blood pressure

to promote the blood flow to her brain.

If this is a stroke, it'll prevent it

- from spreading. - Radiology knows we're coming.

They've got the scanner ready for her.

- Everybody get ready to move. - Uh, John,

where are you taking her? Because I really...

Dad, I need you to step back. I can update you later,

but right now, we need to save Annabelle's life.

- Yes. Yes. - All right.

I've been looking for you.

John and his team were able to treat Annabelle for a stroke.

She's sleeping in the ICU.

You can see her if you like.

Thank you.

Thank you. Thank you.

Oh... John was right.

I should, I should... I should have just said it.

"Do the surgery."

There's still time.

All that damn pressure.

I almost killed her with my selfishness.

Oh...

Mm. Mm.

Annabelle is special, Hamish.

She knows that because of you.

Don't try to make me feel better.

You see the potential in people.

Every kid needs to know that someone believes in them,

and that's who you were for Annabelle.

Wherever she goes from here,

she'll have you to thank for that.

What am I gonna tell her parents?

Tell her parents

that your boy, John Watson,

- saved their daughter's life. - Hmm.

No, no, no. Stay. Stay.

You know, when you were a kid,

I used to close my eyes during our lessons

just to hear you play.

Sometimes I'd forget that I was supposed to be teaching you.

I'd tell myself,

"This girl was touched by God with talent."

And I was humbled.

Humbled to see someone so bright

who loved the music that meant so much to me.

You made me believe

that everything was possible again.

I was wrong to do that.

I was wrong, because I made you think

that was all that I cared about.

And your music...

your music wasn't the gift, Annabelle.

The gift was always you.

I'll have the surgery.

We are not gonna study mucus, Adam.

It's a waste of valuable clinic resources.

The mucinome's already being used

to develop experimental treatments

that could one day replace antibiotics.

Or is that what you're afraid of?

I'm off to see a patient on a follow-up visit.

Tell Annabelle to break a leg.

My father's saving seats at the front for all of you.

We wouldn't miss it.

Unless these two keep us hostage all night

- to argue about snot. Watson? - Hmm?

One more thing.

Your father's Wikipedia page.

Someone updated it.

"Hamish Watson is the father of...

noted geneticist John Watson."

Thank you.

It was Sasha's idea.

The Internet should be accurate.

Thank you.

Now squeeze these fingers,

hard as you can.

All right.

I'm-I'm doing okay? I'm gonna be okay?

You're doing better than okay. You're doing amazing.

Go get what's yours. You've earned it.

Oh.

You think the scout's going to show up tonight?

Yeah, I do. I do.

Annabelle's life is going to change after tonight.

Hmm.

You gonna watch the show?

Yeah, I'm coming with Laila. Mary's bringing a date.

- The Fellows are coming, too. - Hmm.

Hmm.

Listen, can I, um...

Son, do you really have to ask?

That was pretty good, kid.

Not bad. Not bad.

- Should I try again, Dad? - Absolutely.

Go on, John.

- Just make it easy on my ears. - Yeah, I could get it.

I wouldn't mind having

- a really nice... - Okay, what you got?

I see you, son.

I stood in that room when Annabelle was dying,

watched you tell everyone what had to happen.

Watched you save the life of a 22-year-old.

Annabelle wouldn't be playing tonight if you weren't there.

It's taken way too long.

But I see you now.

I brag on you.

I know what it means to have a kid that's a doctor at UHOP.

But I see you now.

Yeah, but I am a horrible musician.

Thank God for small mercies.

The world saved you for something bigger.

I'm-a go check on Annabelle.

Yeah.

sync & corrections awaqeded www.addic7ed.com