All language subtitles for Watson 01x10 The Man With the Alien Hand [2025-04-20 21-00] uswcbs HQ

Previously on Watson. You're coercing me
into putting up a dating profile.

Shinwell Johnson, we're not to be
ignored.

An order arrives, an order is executed.

What do you want?

I'm not looking to bribe you, Dr.
Darien, when you can't stand in the

anymore, when you can't play both sides.

Who are you? 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.

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.

Oh, there we go. Yeah, it'll never rest
for very long now.

I'm sorry. So you're not controlling
that?

Why would I undress in front of a man
that I just met, Dr. Watson? 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

me.

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

Um... 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.

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 going to find a reputable
doctor who's willing to cut off your

Mr. Phimps.

Everything all right in Angle?

It is, Jamal. 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 going to help you. I have to
take your hand.

The man obviously trusts you. Perhaps
you can influence his decision. Dr.

Wilson, you're not getting into
negotiations.

I'll pay.

15 grand to make the approach? There's
no need to be quite so spendy, Gov. I

know a bloke in Brighton who'll lock
that hand off for 50 quid. And 15, of

course, is just a starting offer.

Oh, yeah.

Dr. Watson was quite clear.

No amputations today.

Sorry to disappoint, Mr. Fitz.

How can I help you, miss?

I'm just trying my luck with Dr. Watson.

Fortunately, we've changed our policy
regarding pharma reps.

No loitering.

So...

What

are you doing in our office?

Gathering ideas.

Taking attendance?

That's good.

I've learned not to ask why.

Do you mind if I just...

Not too many.

I'm rather fond of it.

I've heard that Moriarty would like
similar specimens from each of the

at the clinic.

It doesn't have to be air.

A tissue, maybe.

All right.

So you're collecting DNA.

What do you want this for?

Hey, let's check again.

You're more obsessed with my profile
than I am. I'm not obsessed. You know,

like an eclipse with a northern light.

You're actually getting life. You
cracked the dating ads.

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?

I haven't noticed anything.

Can I help you with something?

Jeez, Louise.

Good night, Dr. Darian. I have something
for you.

What is it?

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

I understand Dr. Morrison doesn't trust
me.

I can't be part of this final signal
project anymore.

I accept that.

Mary is not willing to walk back a
decision.

There are meaningful confessions in
there. Please just read it.

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

Pass that on to Dr. Morrison.

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

asked to see you.

He had chemical burns on his right
shoulder and his back.

I didn't get the whole story, but I'm
told it was hydrochloric acid.

Watson?

I'm Damien Phipps, Cameron's brother.
What happened to him, Damien?

We were touring the new labs we just
endowed.

Students were working in there, 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

Wait, so he burned himself with
hydrochloric acid?

He didn't want to do it, Dr. Watson. He
was screaming in agony until the

pavement took hold.

Did Cameron burn himself, or is it
Cameron's hand?

I'm going to die.

This thing is going to kill me. No, no,
you're not going to die by your own.

You're not going to die.

I'm not going to let that happen.

Sorry. Maybe we should just let it do
what it wants. Cam, the 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, I need you for one thing.

Be my brother.

Can you believe Damien's my brother?

Just glides through the world. Oh, yes,
of course I can.

You both have widow's peaks, you have
flared eyebrows, and you're... You're

being facetious.

You have my sympathies for everything
you're going through, Mr. Fitz. So you

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.

Chop it off. Give him what he wants.
It's not even his dominant hand. Cameron

Phipps, careful. The best prosthetic in
the market. I don't see the issue. The

issue is we took an oath.

That's among the issues.

Cameron would be better off. Unless he
never wakes up from the anesthesia or

phantom limb pain or gets deep veins.
There's no injury, disease, or trauma to

Mr. Phipps' hand.

So let's agree that we're not going to
amputate it.

Sorry. If we're not going to do the
obvious thing, we should assess his

cognitive function. We should run brain
imaging. Last night, Cameron Fisher's

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

Does someone need you, Dr. Cross? That
is the sound of women all over

trying to break off and nibble at
people. My brother.

We want to protect Cameron Phipps from
his own hand. It seems like we need to

attenuate some of his motor function.
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.

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

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

Okay, I targeted injection into the
extensor muscle in the left forearm.

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. Last
time I checked, it was all or nothing.

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 the functions.

You still have some mobility left. Not
enough to hurt yourself or anybody else.

How would you do this?

Surgery. We target the nerves
controlling the hand movements and

I want it. 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?

No, it's not the standard of care, but
in the enhanced syndrome, this is so

rare. There really is no standard.

Look at it, Damien.

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.

Let's do it.

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

Okay, then. Thank you.

We'll add your name to the list of
candidates.

No ego, like a neurosurgeon ego.

Got some interest?

Two local, three willing to get on the
next flight. Watson has his pick.

Nice.

Are you okay?

Excuse me?

You and I, 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?

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 the only way to live.

So is being friends with everyone.

Yeah, I know that.

But you're all right, though.

We can't be friends. Not until you stop
underestimating me.

And I would never let you hurt me.

So, how does it feel?

Just numb or dead?

I can feel pressure if I poke it. I can
even move it if I concentrate.

You're hurt, Cam.

You 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.

Did you tell Dad that I, um...

About to burn?

He would have come.

You know, if he could.

Whoa. Okay. What?

You know what? They didn't give you
enough? Let's go back to the hospital.

Hey. Okay.

Come on. Let go.

Help.

Cam. Let go.

I can't.

It's not me.

Cam.

The suspect has an alien hand?

Alien hand syndrome.

Cameron Phipps has alien hand syndrome.

Spelled like it sounds?

It is.

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.

Well, I can't tell you what happened.

Because 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?

He was in cahoots with a doctor. He said
he wasn't responsible.

Could explain all that.

Oh, you mean me? No.

No, no, no, no. I solve crimes. I don't
commit them.

You solve crimes?

Oh, yes. On an amateur basis.

Since they're my pro, really.

Overseas, not around Pittsburgh or
anything like that. Listen, I

How that sounds to her, I do, but I am
trying to tell you Cameron Phipps has a

novel medical condition.

And he's also covered in secondary
burns.

He needs to be in a hospital under
protective custody, if you like. That's

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

sufficient.

It's an experimental procedure.

Dane was the only person in my family
who still encouraged my ideas, and I

killed him.

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

Does it matter?

Can I stand in front of the judge and
say, it wasn't me, Your Honor, it was my

hand?

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 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.

Excuse me.

I'm a little busy.

Did you, by chance, order a pallet of
fake meat product?

Fake meat? Of course not. The box
says...

Fap shmeet.

That was me.

Oh, I believe it's a gift from our
patient.

All right. I'll see you shortly.

I had that sent yesterday when you took
me on.

Before all this.

Apparently it's fap meat.

Shmeet is preferable. Cheetah meat.

By the way, how much freezer space do
you have at the clinic?

Oh, nobody wants any Phipps, mate?

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 not in anything lab -grown. It's all
you, Sergeant. Hurry up and dump this

meat. We have a video conference 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.

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.

I thought you turned off notifications.

That wasn't me. 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 can retain some

essential function. Say, for instance,
if the patient ever had children, he'd

able to hold them.

If you can hold a baby, you can throw a
baby. Okay, don't translate that,

please.

We can accomplish this by a new
technique I named selective peripheral

topographic neurology.

I can isolate the radial, ulnar, and
median nerves in the forearm and

selectively shave some of the motor
fiber.

Cut. Cut.

Cameron Phipps just finished his
hearing. The judge released him to U

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, sir.

This is my patient, please.

Cameron, how are you doing?

My lawyer left me with some hope, I
guess.

I have a diagnosis and a pattern of
injuries that have escalated over time.

have 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.

You know, we have one of the top
neurosurgeons in the world flying in

sun, so we can proceed as soon as you
and he are ready. I'm ready now.

It's dead in the nerves.

Give me my life back.

All right, well, 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,

Mrs. Cromartie, uh...

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

Oh, stop that, Cameron. She's still
looking after my dad's place.

What are you doing down here?

It's your father, Cameron.

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

It's his heart.

Is Dad okay?

He's been admitted to the ICU. They say
he's in critical condition.

Well, 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.

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

Fitch meat?

No, no, I didn't. Oh, thank God.

Why, is it unsafe?

It is neither safe nor appetizing.

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 Phipps'

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

But you didn't eat it.

Congrats on your native good sense.

Doug.

You've been squirreled away up here for
hours.

Did you know that Cameron Phipps filed
for bankruptcy two years ago?

No, I did not.

And neither am I shocked.

The man did name his company Fipsh Meat.

Ever think about all the resources that
he's had at his disposal.

Right? He had the trust fund, his
father's backing, and even with all of

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 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

stop? Look at this.

He never actually hit the button.

See?

Now, look at this moment.

Look at Damien's expression when he says
his brother's name.

Damien's not reacting to the alien hand.
Damien'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

left. Yeah, you think he's timing the
shot.

I can't prove anything. It's just a
pause and a head tip, but I think this

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?

Well, Cameron Phipps does have alien
hand syndrome, but it wasn't Cameron's

that pushed Damien in front of that bus.

It was Cameron.

Cameron disguised the murder within his
existing condition, which is actually

the best plan he's ever had.

And you think all this because Cameron
Phipps tilted his head.

Yes. 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

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?

If I'm right, that was also Cameron.

He did it to make the handling dangerous
to set up to push.

Mm -hmm.

Well, looks like you got yourself in a
pickle.

Well, I wouldn't necessarily call it a
pickle. More like an evolving theory.

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 DA 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.

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 and profit.

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? You can live with the idea that
some deserving patient might not get our

attention 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.

All right, 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

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 FIPS money can be very convincing.

Ingrid and Stevens.

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 combed through Cameron's
records. See if there's been any types

of conflict with Cameron and his
brother. I'm going to review his genetic

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?

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

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 Damien?

Was it really a hand?

Of course.

Why would I want to hurt my own brother?

You have a mutation to your DRT4 gene.

It's called the promiscuity gene. 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

to kill my brother.

There is a treatment for the mutation.

We can help.

You don't have to live like this
anymore. And your lawyers, they can ask

reduced charges.

Reduced from what?

Oh, I guess you didn't hear.

DA isn't pursuing this.

If you're right about what happened to
Damien, 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 the burn on my
back and a little bit of mobility in my

left arm. And your brother.

It also cost you your brother.

Right?

Damien.

You've got murder inside your camera.

I should have seen it.

Don't be so hard on yourself.

No one sees past my hand.

Thank you, Dr. Watts.

None of this would have 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.

We didn't invite you down here to 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 distressed 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 need for a second -degree

burn. And why would I do that?

If someone paid you to do this, AJ, say,
if 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, whoa, whoa.

I didn't kill anybody.

Nobody's saying that you did.

But if you admit that Cam and Phipps
paid you to test those burns on

you could help prove that he did.

You tell us what we want to know.

We'll get you 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!

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

Your sense of civic duty is severely
stunted.

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

30? So I look lazy to you.

How to weigh the value of one life over
another?

The fellows' DNA in the hands of
Moriarty can 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
fellow's DNA.

Not from the bastard General Johnson.

No, no, no, no, no, no. 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 that
cuts the stuff.

And you are?

Detective Lestrade.

Pittsburgh police.

Oh, uh, Shamil Johnson.

Dr. Wilson's aide and general dog's
buddy.

I get the impression you've caused harm
in your life, Shamil 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.

Much obliged.

Morning.

Hi.

Excuse me.

Are you part of the Phipps family?

No, definitely not.

My name's Keith Cromartie.

My mom's been their housekeeper for 40
years.

Detective Lestrade.

She decided to join in the
investigation?

I brought you records.

Make something of them. Don't make
something of them. Just don't say it

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.
Widows peak, flared eyebrow, repaired

lip. That guy may be the housekeeper's
kid, but I'll bet six months rent he's

also John Phipps' son.

This is another heir to the Phipps
family fortune.

I can't talk about Keith's father, even
if I wanted to.

There are...

NDAs, lawyers who would take everything
I have. Yes, 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 non
-disclosure agreements.

Do you have any idea how many?

Keith sent his DNA to one of those
lineage sites.

Came back, he had 36 half -siblings.

The man had 36 kids out of wedlock.
Portions of money, promiscuity gene.

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.

There he is, a vulture -sitting vigil.

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

UHOP is a teaching hospital.

Oh, and you remember Detective Strahd?
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.
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 have a night of your
life.

According to bankruptcy records, your
multiple attempts at a truly impossible

burger add up to a cool 17 mil.

Plus the previous debts you accrued from
your artisanal -flavored ice cube

pincher. Ahead of its time.

Including your own affairs resulting in
two ex -wives, two kids between them.

Alimony. Child support.

And 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 news 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
cough lip was a coincidence?

Father said it was a common trait.

Oh, it did help even more so.

Keith discovered that he had 36 half
siblings, so many that he thought that

all had the same sperm donor.

And given their own inherited
promiscuous mutation, they all have kids

nieces and 9 nephews. And counting.

Direct descendants of Mr. Phipps. A
total of 68 pockets to fill with your

inheritance.

136 pockets, because pockets come in
pairs.

That's my money.

I earned it.

Oh, by all means, fight for it. These
relatives live in Europe.

Ports. And your father's travel. And
Keith already learned them about their

potential inheritance?

European courts could force them into
arbitration.

Taking a 75 % inheritance tax?

At best, your fortune would be tied up
for years. If not, drained completely.

Oh.

That's the bad news, by the way.

Any thoughts?

Questions? Regrets?

Well, I found that riveting.

I can't bring him in.

But who can hang on poetic justice?

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

you're meeting up with first. No idea. I
haven't even gone through all the DMs

yet. I see your phone.

Who knows your type better than I do?
Let's see.

Here's a thing that you have with many
messages.

Why is that surprising?

Come see, Daisy.

You all right?

It's my overactive amygdala.

Well, hope you have a nice night.

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.

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'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.

How do you imagine this ends?

Eh?

Moriarty, no, not I know the man,
strikes me as one that finishes a plan

then promptly cleans house.

Why leave loose ends lying about? Two
words shouldn't well stay.

Useful.

And if you should feel this usefulness
coming to an end?

Get creative.

Find another function.

To what do I owe the honor, Detective
Lestrade?

21 years I've 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.

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 all?

Dr. Watson.

Hello, my name is Vijay Diwan. I was in
here yesterday.

Oh, the one with burn scars.

Yes, about that. I may or may not have
made an arrangement for compensation,

it seems my partner has some sudden cash
flow issues.

He's trying to pay with shares from some
company called Fipsh Meats.

What am I going to do with a warehouse
full of rotting fake meat?

Look, you're not going to find a more
qualified chemist anywhere.

If you give me this internship here,
I'll tell you the whole story.

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
cutting him, or should I?

I don't know how you did things
overseas.

Here in Pittsburgh, it's the cops that
handle the handcuffs. Okay, what about

it?