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Previously, on Watson, on two occasions now, I've had hallucinations.

Each time has happened right after I've refilled Tantalosa.

What? Someone's switching out your medication?

I need to tell you something. Dr. Watson, someone is watching you. Your

prescriptions come in, and I've been trading one for the other. You don't

to do this, my son.

I know what happened here.

He's not down there anymore.

I have him now.

He's alive, Shenwell.

Moriarty is alive.

Here we go.

Another festival of misanthropy and loneliness.

We are picking out points of genetic interest, not living a life in the day

Stephen's Croft. You mean a day in the life of John Watson. He's the one who

spots disease everywhere we go.

Dance is both a burden and a privileged way of seeing the world, Mr. Croft.

Gunstripe!

What's the matter with you?

Sorry, sir.

Oleosis is the medical term.

This white forelock, absurdly blue eyes, broad nasal root, all points to

Wurdenberg type 1.

Could also have congenital hearing loss.

Good news, he totally heard you.

That's one point to Adam in the festival of misanthropy and loneliness.

Dermal melanocytosis. It's gorgeous.

And incredibly rare.

See how it runs along the lines of Glasgow?

Uh -huh.

Excuse me.

Sorry to stop you, but may I ask about the birthmark that's on your back?

I run the...

Holmes Clinic of Diagnostic Miss.

You do realize that you're hot, right?

If you want my number, you can just ask. Thank you, but it's just not about

that. Yeah, okay.

I'm going to give it to you anyway.

Who are you?

Joan Watson.

Irene Adler.

What are you doing here?

I can see what you're doing.

Out here picking up women.

Aren't you going to introduce us?

Dr.

Darien, Dr. Lubbock, Cross.

Hello, this is Irene Adler.

Trust her fast and advice, but do not trust her with your social security

numbers.

I will meet you back at the clinic.

Irene, so I haven't...

seen you since... You were attached to Sherlock's hip.

So what are you doing in Pittsburgh?

Do you run out of yachts to lounge on, or does so much unknown oil kick you

I find the lower branches of the parish aren't lacking in vigor these days.

Almost as if there's something to all this in -reading business.

Actually, I'm here because my son is sick.

I didn't know you had a son.

Andrew?

John Watson, internatins and editor.

Angus Adler, medical mystery.

I mean, you came all the way to see me. Why didn't you just call me first?

Such a conversation is our best had in person.

Knock me down with a cooking shredder. I thought this was a proper

establishment.

Don't tell me, Shinrod Johnson is your receptionist?

Healthcare professional.

He's actually studying to be a nurse, as a matter of fact.

Saving lives instead of taking them.

You're on health insurance fraud, aren't you? What a scam and oxygenarian on his

deathbed. Those days are far behind me.

Oh. I had no idea someone had tamed scheme machine Irene.

I pity the man.

Mother, aren't receptionists supposed to be welcoming?

He's got to finish him up. I swear.

Dr. Lubbock, could you please take Irene and Angus here to the exam room? I'll

be there shortly.

Of course.

Hi, Dr. Lubbock. It's so nice to meet you.

Call me.

Hello.

What fresh air is this?

She asked me to take a look at her son.

I at least want to know what brought them all this way.

Are my pupils constricting?

Yes, they are indeed.

Most kids don't know your iris is a muscle.

It controls your pupil size.

Did you know after you die, all your muscles relax?

So dead bodies have dilated pupils.

Very clever.

Thank you, Doctor.

Doctors can make Angus nervous, but not you.

You must have children of your own.

No, I don't.

So, Angus, I need you to stand so I can check your balance, okay?

Angus, do as Dr. Watson said.

Angus.

Angus, can you stand so I can check your balance?

Has he done this before?

He's often in his own world.

Angus, darling.

Stand up for Dr. Watson.

He called her an old friend.

I thought it was a euphemism.

Erfo?

Oh, you mean sex.

After last week, Watson probably could use an old friend.

Do you mean sex?

Everyone means sex.

I mean, he must be shaken up still.

I am.

And we didn't even witness the suicide.

Do we believe he was just a pharmacist?

Stop staring at the spotlight. You'll bring the guy back from the dead.

The problem's with the living.

After last week, I don't trust anyone walking in off the street, especially

someone from Watson's past.

Did anyone ever mention to you that Angus's staring spills could be ophthalm

seizures?

What?

I had no idea.

I feel terrible.

Well, don't, because those often go undiagnosed for years.

And his muscular weakness could be caused by a number of pathologies.

His doctor back home suspects limb girdle muscular dystrophy, but... He'd

to have two mutated copies of his Calvain 3 gene.

Here's one.

Got it from me.

He also has a variant of unknown significance.

What were his father's results?

This plant is no longer with us.

He was a man with many enemies and one of whom finally brought about his demise

last year.

He wished to be cremated, so can't exactly acquire a sample.

I'm sorry for your loss.

I'm sorry for yours.

Look, Sherlock... He must be... Who's what?

Angus's father. He was... Sherlock Holmes.

Everything discussed in this room...

stayed in this room.

Understood? This must be so surreal for you. You really had no idea that

Sherlock had a son?

You don't believe it's his kid.

I remain objective.

So we have two tasks at hand.

Two teams that tackle two branching possibilities.

Adam and Sasha.

Hopeful healers.

Take the patient at face value.

Based on Ingress's presenting symptoms, his labs, and his past medical records,

draw up a differential for us to discuss.

Ingrid and Stevens.

Cynic Squad.

What? Oh, yeah.

Take Irene aside and get a very detailed history. Find out everything you can,

but keep an ear out for inconsistencies.

Whether it's confirmed diagnosis or disproved paternity, we'll need Holmes'

How do we get the DNA of a dead man?

Well, you can leave that to me.

They need you all to remember, Irene Adler is the only living person to ever

outsmart Sherlock Holmes.

She cannot know that I doubt her story.

He's got his grimy fingerprints all over these game pieces.

Trace DNA.

We can test them. But we have an actual kid.

Plus, Irene already brought in the testing results.

Well, I wouldn't trust anything from the hands of Irene Adler.

Trying to remain objective.

But yes, I did swab Angus to run my own tests.

In terms of Sherlock's DNA, it's going to be quite a challenging hunt. He was

always quite paranoid about his genetic footprint.

So then not exactly the type to sow his seed?

Well, if he did, it would have been with her.

To whom she was always the woman.

If he is his,

he wouldn't have kept that secret from you, would he?

She mustn't have told him.

never told me about her miscarriage.

She was my wife.

I warned the fellows that Irene was the only person alive to ever ask Marshal

Locke. But now there are two, aren't there?

You don't think they're connected?

Moriarty couldn't be bothered with the likes of her. She's too self -serving.

I guess you're right.

It's quite possible she's just a mother looking for her help.

We trawling for skin cells in not exactly for genetic testing the Tray

cells are much less reliable than saliva or blood remember Mr.. Holmes used

to scratch his head with this whilst thinking how about a strand of hair

Yeah, you know look at that

while traveling with this kid have been everywhere.

Maybe he got sick abroad.

Violent myositis? Show me the list of countries. I'll look into the potential

exposures.

Hey, beautiful portrait.

You don't think it's strange having a painting of yourself?

I support it. Embrace the self -love.

At my age, my dad's desk was full of pictures of my mom and all of us kids.

no, don't do that. Don't hold yourself to someone else's timeline.

You do you.

We are hopeful healers.

Get back to work.

I forgot you're even more competitive than Ingrid.

I'm just, um... I'm just doing me.

Let's go over this one more time. The first spell you may remember was last

when Angus was playing footy. The air quotes are a little unaggressive.

He collapsed like he was paralyzed.

The medics told you to take him to the pediatrician and not the hospital.

Correct. And you don't think to question that?

No.

Do you have any family history of muscular dystrophy, mastectomy of

other autoimmune diseases?

Not on my side of the family.

The paternal side.

I wish I knew.

What can you tell us about Sherlock?

How old was he when he died?

Too young.

May I have some water, please? Not yet.

Get her some water, please.

You're wearing gloves now.

What's between your fingers?

Did you find something?

I may have.

Could you use a lab assistant?

I have a very eager one here.

Angus, this could be a once -in -a -lifetime opportunity to witness a

work. And more importantly, your father's best friend.

Promise you won't touch anything?

No, no, no, don't touch.

Looks like you might have a future geneticist on your hands.

He's insatiable.

Always wanting to see, do, learn.

I never once worried about what his future might hold.

Until now.

I understand you may not trust me.

You don't need to.

You just need to help my son.

Did you know that each strand of DNA holds its secrets to our past, our

and future all in one little molecule?

To a great mind, nothing is little.

Did your father tell you that?

My mother did.

Maybe she heard it from him.

What's your opinion on nature versus nurture?

Did my dad have a dog?

Holmes did.

Sir Charles Barkley. It was a Yorkshire terrier.

He trained it to... I was Yorkie, of course!

That hair's almost identical to ours.

The real mystery is how it got onto the violin.

Just as I suspected.

See the more prominent medulla?

That medulla is a scale pattern on the cuticle.

Yes, I know what a medulla is.

So then you know the hair is clearly a dog hair.

Don't feel silly.

You were looking for a human hair, so that's what you thought you found.

Sometimes we only see what we wish to.

The hair belonged to Sir Charles Buckley. The basketball player. Are you

bold? Sir Charles was my dad's dog. Cunning little beast.

No luck acquiring any human DNA, then? No, not yet. We'll have to try again

tomorrow. Oh, it's late.

I didn't think about lodgings. We came straight from the airport.

Can't we stay with you?

Me?

Well, I, um... I do have a spare bedroom. That would take one thing off

plate.

Thank you, John.

How is that remaining objective?

What happened in there?

I saw... I saw Sherlock.

Like? Saw saw him. It was like I was talking to an old friend.

I think he's Sherlock's son.

Never falling asleep so fast.

It was a long day for both of you.

I reckon he's about to start calling you uncle.

Does Sherlock ever know about him?

Sorry to be so blunt, but I just...

I can't imagine him being a father.

Yeah, I can't either.

He didn't know.

They never even met.

Before you judge me, what do you know about my relationship with Sherlock?

I was more off than on over the years.

Sherlock was never forthcoming, but I did get the feeling that you were the

thing in his life that he couldn't control.

The struggle for power was our undoing.

I also knew he didn't want to be a parent, so when I got pregnant, I had a

choice. So I ended things with Sherlock, and eight months later... I

had no regrets keeping young as a secret.

Until Sherlock passed.

However few.

Do you think he didn't want to have children because he knew he carried that

gene, that mutation?

That's plausible.

It was a Holmes family trait.

Mycroft Holmes, the older brother of Sherlock Holmes, sometimes referred to

the unfindable man.

If I wanted to stay unfindable, I'd change my name to something other than

Mycroft. I occasionally cross paths with Mycroft on cases.

Not even Gregson at Scotland Yard knows his residence or current occupation.

In a time when everyone leaves behind digital fingerprints, Mycroft.

Has none. Even James Bond's not that off the grid.

Wait, is Adam Wright, is Mycroft in the British Secret Service?

Well, he could be in the BSS, or he may be the BSS, or it could all be BS.

Two questions.

Do the points from yesterday carry over?

Who's been tallying those? Let it go. And did Sasha get a head start?

Yes, she did get a head start.

Dr. Lubbock is running tests on the patient.

Yeah, I'd rather be doing real medicine than tracking down a spy.

Well, it's too bad you're on the cynic squad.

I know someone in the CIA.

If he says that he's in the CIA, he's either lying or he's a terrible agent.

Here is your first clue.

I emailed, got out here back, but Sherlock used to say the Diogenes Club

a pretentious place Mycroft founded to luxuriate in silence, whatever that

means. There's no listed number or address.

But if there's anyone here who is old money enough to track down a secret

society, I would say it's a croft.

There wasn't a secret society in college, but I can't tell you which one,

not ask.

You can't get me to tell you.

Know any violin teachers?

I thought maybe Angus or someone might want to take some lessons.

Violent lessons?

Mate, how long do you think this kid's going to be around?

He has under treatment and diagnosis.

Irene's done your head in already, hasn't she?

Look, don't get me wrong.

Any kid would be lucky to have you as a surrogate dad.

But the time in Garth... Right after you've been through it, learning of your

own kid that almost lost, meeting this one reminds you of everything you've

lost.

I can separate the two.

All right.

Well... I've flagged all the cases involving

Mycroft. Let's at least get the DNA before you start planning vacations with

little twerp.

Right.

I'll be sure to keep you in mind if I need a muffler.

Bye.

Guessing that wasn't your CIA friend, or his deep undercomer. Old number, I

guess. One of my college buddies will have Thatch's new one.

Thatch. Of course his name's Thatch. I think I lost you in the elevator.

I'm still looking to book the MRI.

Dr. Zarin, can you watch Angus for a minute? I have to pop outside.

She picked the wrong babysitter. Why don't you sit here and read your book?

So.

What are y 'all up to?

Trying to find Sherlock's brother.

Watson thinks it's her best chance of confirming Angus' diagnosis or proving

that Irene... No idea what that was.

Where's your teammate?

Somewhere losing.

What were the EMG results?

Inconclusive. He was too anxious. But I did set him up with an MRI for tomorrow,

so we'll see how that goes.

Better than muscle biopsy. Tough choice.

Claustrophobic death tube or cut a chunk of meat out of his leg.

So far, all I can find is some illegible correspondence with Sherlock and a copy

of an incident report where Mycroft tried to get some junior detective

Punching down was always a strong suit.

Now look.

Here's a picture of him.

My gross legs were really closing in.

It's quite a different life you led, insulting all these cases, all the

violence, extortion.

Are we ever going to talk about what happened last week?

How you said Chinwell was switching your prescriptions or that a pharmacist

crawled into her office to die.

All you need to know is that I was wrong about Chinwell. It's wrong to ever

doubt him.

Sorry to interrupt.

I was wondering where my teammate was.

Oh, yeah.

Here's the kid.

I'm going to go take care of that.

Great idea.

What's in the boxes?

Case files.

My dad's files?

Mm -hmm.

You mean you solved all of these with him?

Yes, I did.

Can we talk?

Or am I still being punished for being the recipient of Watson's attention?

It's not too late to join the light side.

Find anything on the mystery man?

He worked with Watson and Holmes in a case about missing submarine plans,

is why we have this.

Are those Mycroft's feet?

Check out his shoes.

Definitely Winton Whitaker's.

Fancy Oxfords.

Mornay Brogan, peculiar gussets.

I could never afford Whitaker's 4 ,000 pounds a pair if you can score a

commission. Their client list is more British elite than Buckingham Palace.

Maybe we can track down his contact information from his horse.

It's 3 .30 p .m. in London. Who's going to call?

I already messaged him.

I'm going to pass on Watson's number, see when they reply.

Did you bore my child to death?

Hopefully just to sleep.

Are you okay?

You look a bit lost.

I just got the results from the targeted testing we did for Angus. He does have

the mutation, but there's no variant of unknown significance in this Calvary 3

gene. What does that mean?

Does he do this often? He's never been a sound sleeper.

Is this a good time to point out that the dirty, rotten scoundrel's lady

us incorrect test results?

Variance of unknown significance is already an imprecise classification.

Is that what you married to?

Well, for now, let's focus on the pediatric neuromuscular disorders

with sleep disturbances.

I've already started running Angus' whole genome.

Someone left a message for you.

Get to work.

You're still trying to win, aren't you?

Yes.

But the cynicism is genuine.

Ah, well, okay.

Please tell him to bring the trophy from Tootingbeck.

He'll know what I mean.

Thanks.

My cross -assisted. I assumed that he got my email, but someone from the shoe

company told him I was reaching out.

I hate grand eloquence, spy babble.

Yeah, well, you've had your doubts about Angus. Now's your chance to prove it.

I need you to go to London.

By tomorrow, we'll know the truth.

Oh, the Diogenes Club.

You know, they call this the queerest club in London. I don't think they mean

that in the fun way.

Eh?

Eh?

So, Ilta, I'm going to see microphones here and not elsewhere, or

I'm going to press play again and shut this place down till the Rosses get

and then two young ballerinas over my shoulder, I promise you.

They won't get this out of my hand.

Ilsa.

So what's he gonna be?

Mr. Holmes, thank you for the audience.

You know, I know what you're thinking, Gov.

Sherlock Holmes getting Irene Adler in the family way.

The man had his blind spots, but that doesn't sound like Sherlock Holmes to

I will say this. If it is a con, it's a good one.

Boy, he could pass for Holmes.

Doctor Watson, he either believes it's true or he wants to believe it's true.

So if you can help that...

Well,

you see...

Do let me know if that parasite is lying.

I'd love to make life inconvenient for her.

Irene.

What are you looking for?

My gloves.

My hands are freezing.

Gloves? For what?

Irene? Irene!

What's going on?

You tell me.

Must have been sleepwalking.

My grandmother used to feed walk right out of the house and into the streets of

Grimsby. Thank God you have bars near your door if they offer to Philadelphia

now.

So your hand's still freezing?

You don't feel anything?

Must have been part of the dream.

I'll clean up the glove.

No, I got it.

You can get some sleep.

Where'd you pull that from?

Watson texted it to me at 3 .30 a .m. Why is Watson texting you at 3 .30 a

Stevens is a pick -me girl.

How does pick -me girl apply here?

Seeking male attention and validation at the expense of other women.

Other women is key here. And, Ingrid, I say this with love, but you have been in

the most hellacious mood all week. Came up with my own theory last night.

The solo cynic squad.

Fatuous disorder imposed on another, formerly known as... Munchausen by

My teammate wants to play.

You think Irene is making you think?

Why? Sympathy, attention, proximity to Watson. She does seem mostly fragile.

You know, muscle weakness can be caused by low potassium.

Maybe she's getting potassium binders to cause the symptoms.

As electrolytes were normal, but the toe walking, muscle weakness...

Obstinate seizure -like behaviors?

All that could be totally faked. I mean, what if he's in on it? Seems like Locke

would be the first to consider all this.

He was suspicious.

Then he became attached.

Even brilliant people reject evidence when it threatens what they want to

believe. If the FDA is serious, we'd be accusing Irene of child abuse.

Yes, which is why we'd have to be certain.

All it takes is a little shove.

Excuse me?

A kid with Angus's neuromuscular symptoms is more likely to fall flat on

face if pushed.

How is that not child abuse?

If he catches himself, we know he's faking it. We aren't shoving a kid.

It is time to let go of hopeful healing.

Seconded.

Not the shoving the kid part.

But the only thing that Irene Adler has ever wanted, financial stability. And

the way I see it,

Proving paternity gives her claim to all of Sherlock's estate, including this

clinic. But it is a load of bollocks, and I've got the box to

prove it.

Sheenwell, how do you go?

Rollick in time, guv, except after I tried the criterion for a pint.

Can you believe that we shut it?

No.

Time is a cruel mistress.

Clyde's running a sample now.

Your name goes in the book of deeds.

There are worse books to be in, Gov. Any new theories, team? Not yet.

Angus, darling, be a good boy when I make a call.

Ingrid, keep an eye on him, yeah?

I'd love to.

Angus, you know what we never tried?

What? The six -minute walk test where we gauge your muscle endurance.

Sorry.

You're not used to being a slow walker.

My favorite mode of transportation is elephant.

Elephant. That's funny.

So have you and your mom always traveled so much?

Well, we used to stay in London more.

And then mom decided every day should be an adventure.

When was that?

Did anything else change around then?

Anything unusual like her sleepwalking?

Uh, yes, actually.

And the noises in her sleep.

Like you did in my office the other day?

Yeah. So you remember that?

I thought you were asleep.

I was.

My mom told me what happened.

Has it been six minutes yet?

Almost. Hey, I bet I can guess a country you haven't been to.

Austria. Nope. Been there.

I don't like schnitzel.

Did you happen to meet my old friend Adelbert Gruner while you were there?

Uncle Gruner?

Well, not a real uncle.

His mom's friend, though, too.

Let's definitely hit up Jackson Hole this winter, man.

Get after that fresh pal.

Love you, bud.

Thatch. Thatch.

Don't tell me he's actually CIA. I can't tell you that, but I did get a complete

rundown on Irene Adler.

Most recently linked to multiple cases of charity fraud. I suspect that she's

using Angus' illness for profit. Like a GoFundMe kid?

That screams Munchausen.

Where's Angus?

Exercise assessment with Dr. Watson.

I have good news. The MRI tech was able to squeeze Angus in today. We could also

try a muscle biopsy, too. Great.

Today's wide open.

Anyone else fancy a cuppa?

A cuppa? What if she's not even English?

Mission accomplished.

I would like to speak to you about something in your office.

I'll also be a part of that conversation.

Be right back.

They can't take all the credit.

Look, I know you've been going through a real tough time lately. Irene's been

lying to you. Well, to all of us, Anne. Watson.

The kid's making it.

Ingrid pushed him. Yes, and he caught himself. He didn't fall flat on his

which means that Angus is not sick, not Sherlock's kid, or... I know.

Know what?

This entire scheme was concocted by a myth advert who gained Sherlock DNA.

I was waiting to show my hand until I got confirmation from the test, which is

what this is for.

Well done, darling.

Want to see an ice cream?

Yeah, they're definitely gone.

I've looked everywhere.

I knew that kid was Satan's pawn. Hang on now. He's just doing what his mother

told him to do. Yeah, more like training her protege.

It's official.

The luminary sequencing shows that Sherlock can't be Angus's father.

So he's a pickpocket and a fake?

She designed it all so that whether we believed her or not, we'd deliver

Sherlock's DNA right to her. It's an immaculate plan. I'm deeply impressed.

Was he faking being sick? All of it. The gait, the muscle weakness, the staring

spills, sleep apnea.

The only thing he didn't fake was his preternatural wit.

You can't drain that. Look, I know Sherlock was special, but why go to such

extremes for his DNA?

Ah, yes, here we all are.

Nice and cozy.

Elucidating and pontificating.

But perhaps we at least try to catch her before she hops on a plane.

You put a tracking device on her?

I know, so unlike me. But as I tell Dr. Watson, I never trusted the lass.

I could catch you before your next adventure.

Uh -oh.

Why didn't we speak in private?

Inventing a secret son of my dead best friend, faking a genetic mystery, one

tailored to my unique skill set that could only be solved by Sherlock's DNA.

It's wicked.

It was brilliant.

Thank you.

You also knew that the moment we had that DNA, your lie would be exposed.

But that wouldn't matter, now would it?

Because by then you'd be all the way to Austria.

How did you know?

Small hand diagram of people rich enough to throw away money on such things and

clever enough to recognize Sherlock's real value.

Austrian aristocrat Adelbert Kroner sits smack in the middle.

Baron Brunner moved on from collecting women to collecting megamines, banking

their genetic sample to study Sherlock.

Would have been his holy grail.

I'd say so. They've grown his offer.

I need to collect it, Watson.

Why would you risk jeopardizing your son for one huge payday?

It's not because Angus is sick.

You are.

Sleepwalking is triggered by stress and fatigue.

Freezing hands that aren't cold to the touch, that's a sign of neuropathy.

Bruises on your arm just from carrying a purse, that's a common side effect of

chemotherapy.

What type of cancer do you have?

Multiple myeloma.

Incurable.

I failed every treatment.

My doctors say I have two, maybe three good years left.

I'm all angered at.

That payout would provide everything it needs after I'm gone.

What if I can give you more time?

CAR -T cells are genetically engineered to bind to and kill cancer cells.

They're not widely available in the UK for myeloma, but here the FDA just

approved it.

I have a friend at MD Anderson. He says the data is promising.

He can facilitate a transfer of care from your doctor in the UK to their

center in Texas.

Texas? Yes, it's a lifestyle adjustment.

But being rooted in one place would be good for Angus.

What if it doesn't work?

Will you be his guardian if I don't live to see him turn 18?

If he's okay with it, I'll accept.

I'm sorry I lied to you.

It's okay.

As long as you're honest with me from now on, we're good.

I promise.

You're a very special young man, Magus.

Hope you let me visit you in London or even Texas.

Please.

But don't bring your receptionist.

Deal.

The twins take off already?

Slackers.

So how long have you been sleeping with your ex?

You're vain, but not so vain that you bought a painting of yourself to display

at work.

Wasn't it the gallery show?

Sleeping with the artist, aren't you?

Turns out I'm still his muse.

Good.

Better than Steven's.

Rebounds are messy and I'm not interested in clean -up duty.

I'll keep this short.

I am sorry about everything.

I understand why you called me a pick -me girl, and I vow to be more conscious

about excluding you.

And if there are ever teams again, I want to be on yours, because being

you is terrifying.

She attacks children.

Would you mind giving us a second, please?

Children!

It is depressing how many posies have gone to die at Goodwill.

But this one is yours.

Can't believe he's gone.

You'll see the little turd again.

I meant Sherlock.

This ring is a family heirloom that Mycroft was wearing during an infamous

with Sherlock.

He kept it to mark the one time he kicked his brother's ass.

A story that he told me all three times I met him.

That's how you knew to call for it.

The Tooting Big Trophy.

Yeah, the things we hold on to.

Mind if I do the honors?