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Colbert's all new with Jeremy Renner, plus Colleen Jean -Pierre, CBS Tonight.

Dr. Watson, what is this place?

Well, as they say, it comes from a man named Sherlock.

He played the violin and he died by falling over a waterfall.

Help! I might want to hear this story sometime.

Sherlock.

My dear one.

I don't suppose you have any horseradish.

How are you alive?

Trickery.

It's a flight of hand.

A dash of skullduggery.

Do you have an overnight guest, my friend?

Is that why we're whispering?

Trickery.

On me?

On everyone.

Not an easy decision, but I do believe it had to be taken.

Why?

I'm closer to the end now than I am to the beginning.

And if I'm to spend my remaining energy in the way that I intend, I have to

clear the stage.

How else can one spring a third act surprise?

Would you like to hit me, Watson?

A single blow, perhaps, from that misshapen cricket bat? I could hardly

you.

And I won't resist.

Inclement weather, the company of a friend, sandwich meats of unknown

I'd say it's an evening to remind one of Baker Street.

All we need is a cracking mystery, Moroff. Oh, a mystery, yes, yes, a

Maybe kind of like how you survived the waterfall.

You look well, Watson.

The arrogance of the world slides off you as ever.

Sounds like a compliment.

I assume you are tracking the state of things.

The deafening boorishness, revolting display of the big seven.

Why won't you tell me where you've been?

It's rather an immense topic.

I was hoping we could start small.

The whole of a person can be read from a single strand of DNA, yes?

Why can't a conversation work the same way?

Maybe because you've been gone for more than a year, or because I left my life

behind to help you.

Or how about the fact that you abandoned me to deal with Moriarty on my own?

I'm nervous, John.

I'm afraid I may have ruined things with my best friend.

I don't have any right to ask you for a break.

But I am nervous.

And I was hoping to start small.

How was your day?

How was my day?

That's a dumbass question.

How was my day? It's not my finest word. No, it's not.

All right.

How was my day? My day was... Come on, stay with me, buddy.

Stay with me. It's busy.

What do you want to know the whole story?

You tell me, do I?

Well... There was an expedition to Siberia as a baby woolly mammoth. And

say the word zombie way too much, by the way.

But it all starts with a psychiatrist.

Dr. Perry.

John Watson. I'm a clinical geneticist and internist with the home clinic here

at UHOP. We're practically neighbors. I know your work. Very impressive.

Well, allow me to return a compliment. I just finished your book.

Fascinating. I hope so. Quite a few years of research went into that

Well, egocentronic personality disorder is notoriously difficult to treat. You

are one of the few practitioners who claims to see their patients making

improvements. And I don't know, I guess I'm just curious.

Do you really believe people with these conditions can change?

Is this a professional curiosity or do you have someone particular in mind?

I wouldn't ask you to violate confidentiality.

What are you asking, Dr. Watson?

Seems a fair question.

What were you asking?

Dr. Ferry is treating a colleague of mine.

Well, it's a former colleague, a neurologist.

Can't find anybody to replace her, but I can't hire her back either.

A sociopath.

In therapy.

Well, that's an imprecise term.

Sociopath. It doesn't matter. The point is, the call I got.

Thanks for coming so fast.

The patient's name is Amelia Woodward. You said she had symptoms similar to the

flu. Not something I normally worry about.

But then I spoke to her.

This is a list of everyone I have interacted with in the past few days.

You should start contact tracing immediately.

Do you have the flu? This file is important. It pertains to my brother,

Woodward. He is in a long -term care facility in Highland Park.

I'm the last close family he has left. I need you to get his information to my

cousins in Campbell, Ohio.

Someone has to take care of him when I'm gone. Ms. Woodward, slow down. You have

the flu. It is Dr.

Woodward. I am a professor of infectious diseases and microbiology at Pitt.

I'm not sure that you have dealt with anything like what I have brought to

door.

Okay.

Tell me.

I've spent my life studying the Arctic permafrost. It's melting. We're losing

more of it every year. I'm aware. In my line of work, Dr. Watson, we worry about

what is down there.

Pathogens.

Frozen for thousands of years, released into the air when the ice thaws. Exotic

viruses that lead strangers to our immune system that could rip through an

entire population.

There's a term for it. I'm familiar with it, yes.

I got back from Siberia two days ago.

My team and I, we came into close contact with the remains of six recently

thawed woolly mammoths.

How do you think they died, Dr. Watson?

Zombie viruses.

Frozen for millennia.

That's another imprecise term.

You're better than that. Seems apt to me.

Why the fear of the language?

The case of the zombie virus.

I'm in.

Zombie virus.

That's an imprecise term. You're better than that.

Resurrected virus.

Hybrid virus. Call it whatever.

We really think this is some ancient pathogen back from the dead? We have to

consider it.

Over the past decade, both anthrax and smallpox have been found in Siberian

permafrost. How do we treat something that human beings haven't encountered in

50 ,000 years?

Whatever it is, it's an infectious disease, so we follow the protocols and

listen to our expert.

Well, the good news is Amelia Woodward keeps detailed records.

Her interactions are limited to colleagues. The bad news is all of them

could be vectors of contagion.

For what it's worth, Gov, the rumor mill is in full swing.

Those nurses, they do love a chat.

The word pandemic has been bandied about.

Shinwell Johnson and the company of doctors.

Who would believe it?

You've done well, though, Watson.

The rest?

Worthy of the name and the door?

Well, in one way or another, they each remind me of you. I ordered a full

infectious workup.

CBC, blood cultures, and a respiratory viral panel.

Also started empiric antibiotics.

Stephen's Croft. He plonked his intellect, still learning to be a team

His twin brother, Adam, just kind of glides through the world, learning to

a harder path.

So I have to stay here contact tracing while you guys get to go see a baby

William in it?

This is not fun.

It's work. Oh, whatever.

You get to go to Jurassic Park, I'm stuck here like Cinderella.

Oh, did that make me the belle of the ball or evil stepsister?

That's a lubbock, failure -sworn enemy.

She wasn't so nice.

I could see her being a dictator.

Send pictures of the pachyderm.

How are we on those interviews with Amelia's co -workers?

I just got an email from one guy, Rob Mallory. Says he's symptom -free. We

to talk to all of them.

Nate Hermanson, Fariba Ahmadi, Tunde Sapiewe.

Perfect.

Hello?

Adam, hold off.

I know where they are.

This will help, Mr. Hermanson.

How long have you been feeling like this, Mr. Marty?

With Mr. Peewee?

Have you got

a tenner? By chance.

It's just I'm a bit skipped.

You want money?

Only till Tuesday.

You see, I'm dead, my friend.

Can't be using a bank card.

Are you funding my clinic?

You're rich.

I was rich, gave it all away.

I never told you about my money, sorry.

It's actually quite embarrassing, having means.

A certain formula emerged from my dabbling in the lab.

I made the mistake of sharing it with my brother.

Mycroft created a company, et cetera, et cetera.

So you co -founded a publicly traded corporation?

I'm rubbing my face in it, Watson. I'm sheepish enough as it is.

So this zombie virus, should you have taken it a bit more seriously?

I took the virus seriously.

I didn't take the term seriously.

Immediate if labs are back, all normal.

So we can cross off influenza.

Okay, so as of now, we don't know what we're facing, how contagious it is, or

how deadly.

Correct.

Do you think we need to lock down?

I recommend enhanced isolation precaution for now.

Meanwhile, I sent Stephen to the foster to examine this woolly mammoth specimen.

I've been reading Dr. Woolworth's book.

She predicted this exact scenario.

I don't want to tell you how bad she thinks it'll go from here.

Mary Marston, if I'm being honest, Watson, I'd hope you two would have

your way back to each other by now.

Yeah, I know that.

Then why else would you set up the clinic in the hospital she runs?

We're divorced.

The woman in my bedroom is Dr. Layla Bynum.

And you're all right, my friend.

Where would I be?

Because she's Mary.

And you're Watson.

Apologies for starting small.

Now, I believe I was promised a woolly mammoth.

Oh, here it is. The mother load.

Siberian Expedition, August to October 2025.

Oh.

Is everything okay?

Just, uh, I made a silly mistake.

Silly how?

A month ago, I got an email from a man claiming to have tracked me down by some

sort of adoption records program.

Said he was my birth uncle.

I have known I've been adopted my whole life.

Made peace with it when I was in grade school.

But then I saw how happy Dr. Morrison was when she met her brother. And I

thought to myself, what if I have people out there?

You know, nieces and nephews. A whole family I never knew.

A part of me I forgot I was missing.

So you wrote him back?

I sent him one tiny email with my info.

And then he overwhelmed me with replies and texts and calls.

It was just too much.

Like I said, silly mistake.

But you didn't block him.

It's clearly something you want to investigate. I'm glad you did.

I'm glad you told me.

Yeah, actually, I'd rather just forget about it.

What do you say we go take a look at the main attraction?

That right there is a baby woolly mammoth.

48 ,000 years old.

Everything that happened between then and now, this little gal was on her

inevitable journey to this moment.

All things considered, she weathered the road pretty well.

It's a miracle.

What do you make of that?

You can barely make it out.

Looks like scabs.

Maybe tissue damage, part of the thawing process?

Or pustules indicative of disease.

Smallpox. Some samples.

Since here, she's found five adults all in one location.

Implies a pack traveling together.

Probably died suddenly. Maybe predators?

A rapid onset of a vile infection.

Mammoth promised.

Mammoth delivered.

Did you get a chance to examine the creature personally?

Nope. Things got a little busy on my end.

It was a ten -week expedition. We followed every protocol.

Safety first all the way.

And no one displayed any symptoms?

I'm not a doctor. I build drilling equipment.

To me, everyone seemed great.

Right now, Professor Woodward and the rest of our team are experiencing fever,

fatigue, loss of appetite.

Are you having any of these symptoms?

I'm fine.

Mr. Mallory, so far the virus doesn't appear to be spreading, but that could

change very quickly.

I need to know... What?

That I got the flu on our flight home?

Let's not be overdramatic.

Excuse me.

Ingrid. Dr. Watson.

Good to see you.

Same.

I like the, um, the, um... Did you go see my psychiatrist?

I did.

Kind of weird, don't you think?

Well, I see how you could think that.

But I wasn't there because it was your psychiatrist.

I was there because...

He's the author of a book that I'm interested in.

And the topic of said book is?

People like you.

He's gone into cardiac arrest, starting compression.

I'll get the crash cart.

Well, stay with me, buddy.

Stay with me.

We did everything we could, but the virus.

A disheart attack.

Hold check.

Restarting compression.

Prepare another dose of epinephrine.

Watson. Give me another dose of epi. John, we did five rounds of epi already.

Keep going.

The virus triggered his heart attack.

We just exposed ourselves.

Well?

A newly unfrozen virus on the loose.

You and your nemesis stand exposed. You can't stop now.

She's not my nemesis. She's my neurologist. She has the qualities of a

No, no, no. I'm done with the storytelling now.

We started small. Now I think I have to know.

How you survived the waterfall, if in fact you went over. That's just cruel.

Got me in your hook, and you deny me my climax.

That sounds weird.

But yes, yes, I deny you your climax. I did plunge over the falls, my friend. As

for the rest, I promise you'll know everything by first light. Now, please,

grant me release.

I'm not finished telling my story, but only to keep you from talking like that.

So, on the harmony issue, was exposure.

So now I had a new problem.

I was brave.

Jumping in like that, that was very brave.

I didn't know the guy had a zombie virus.

I know it's an imprecise term.

Don't correct me.

I had to do it again.

And that's what happened.

I was glad to hear that you're seeing Dr. Ferry. How did you hear that

I figured out what floor you were visiting.

Did a little math.

It's open on your mind.

Is that why you can't replace me?

John, how are you both feeling?

So far, we don't have any symptoms.

Good. Do you know anything about a leak to the press that this outbreak is

getting worse?

No. I've been fielding nonstop calls, media from all over the country.

The mayor contacted me in a panic. He's advising us to lock down the hospital.

I told him we're not there yet.

We just need more time.

If viral test results don't make any sense, RRT is negative. That's what the

test does. It shows you positive or negative.

A resident asked me if we were going to lock down the hospital. Maybe we should.

That would impact the treatment of every patient here.

Incoming emergencies would be rerouted. Life -saving measures delayed.

People could die.

You don't need anything, aside from caffeine, from which you should all

yourself. Cut off?

We're all just a little wired.

It feels like we're in over our heads. We just need to focus.

Crossed off every possible alternative.

It's scary and tedious, I know, and it doesn't help that Watson's confined to

ISO room. Stuck in there with Ingrid.

What are they even talking about? It's fine.

I'm sure they're fine.

Right?

Hello?

Before you ask, Ingrid and I are fine.

Great, that's awesome.

That being said, we have to assume that the clock is ticking. If we're going to

get sick, I would love to get a sense that we know what we're up against.

What's our progress?

We know what it's not.

Negative viral panels for the four surviving patients.

And yet, Rob Mallory was under so much duress, his heart arrested.

The media's not helping either. There are reporters out in the parking lot

stopping UOP staff and asking questions.

People out here on the verge of panic.

Could be worse.

You could, I don't know, be exposed and trapped in a room with the guy who fired

you.

Our patients need a breakthrough, and so do our colleagues.

Who's got some ideas?

Lab work on the baby mammoth was inconclusive.

As far as patients' labs, I could... Put a call into the micro, see what comes

up on blood cultures. No other hospitals are reporting mystery flu.

If it's not spreading, maybe it's not viral. Could be exposure to some foreign

substance. I can keep fishing around to see if we missed anything.

Great, but tread carefully. I don't want some over -eager reporter in a sense

that we are grasping for straws.

I'm due for supervised rounds.

I can go in casual, ask whatever you need me to.

Great.

Any other ideas?

What? I don't work for you, remember?

So how are we feeling tonight?

Still stunned.

I've known Mallory for years.

We work together.

Often. I keep thinking about my twins.

When they were born, I... I stopped taking trips.

Which makes it hard when your focus is glaciology.

Can't sleep.

Kind of my default setting.

Might try some New Orleans jazz.

A little taste of home.

You want me to call for the doctor?

Could you just... Would you just sit with me for a few minutes?

Of course I will.

I believe he's gone.

And I'm scared.

I'm next.

My husband, he... He goes away all the time. Non -stop.

I got so jealous.

About Amelia.

Is she okay?

After what happened to Mr. Mallory?

She's holding up as she can.

Can I tell you something?

I did it for the money.

My book. I mean, yes, the permafrost is my life's work, but

I wrote the book so I could make money.

I'm a caregiver.

The cost for my brother, it comes every month.

It's going to come every month, whether I'm dead or alive.

And if there's no one to pay it, then that's it for Jimmy.

No one's going to keep him alive just because it's the right thing to do.

That's an awful burden.

I wrote the book.

So I could make a pile of money big enough for anything.

Then I went back to Siberia.

And I just kept digging.

Now it's gonna kill us.

Another one. It's just... It's too much.

Maybe just tell him that.

Start a dialogue?

It just seems so daunting.

Well, yeah.

Sure.

Believe me, I'm exhausted from dealing with the one sibling I'm 99 % sure is

legit.

But this job reminds you that life is short.

Connecting with people is intimidating.

But it's worth it.

Found something. We went over the field journal. Twice. Most of it's barely

legible. I can read it fine.

And yes, there's a lot here, from temperature data to glacial

look at this.

It's a meal log.

Oh, wow. Talk about fastidious. There are dates, recipes, and initials for who

handled prep.

Check out the last entry.

On the final night of the expedition, they celebrated with a meat and veggie

stew.

Onions, carrots, bell peppers. The exact meal isn't as vital as the fact that it

was a communal dish.

And it was paired with, of all things... Soda bread.

Yeah, it's an interesting choice, right? So on a hunch, I checked out the list

of cooking supplies.

Along with everything else, they brought a 50 -pound bag of baking soda.

How much baking soda?

Of course.

Thanks. What is it? It's the breakthrough that I needed. And if I'm

won't be here much longer.

I won't be here. Where are you going?

Mary.

What are you doing on isolation?

This isn't a virus.

That expedition team was infected by a foodborne pathogen. How can you be so

sure? If my theory is right, this whole situation, the illness, the media

frenzy, all of it was just an elaborate ruse.

That team was poisoned.

Poisoned? Well, well.

That would make Mr. Mallory's death a premeditated murder.

Exactly.

My dear Watson, you've only gone and dipped your spoon into my favorite

porridge.

Won't need these candles much longer.

I imagine you'll wrap this up, I don't? Oh, no, no, no, no, my friend. I wasn't

the one who promised to tell my story before sunrise.

True. But what's the saying?

You show me yours, I'll show you mine.

Are you doing the weird thing again?

I thought I'd hear a theory by now. I mean, are you or aren't you the world's

greatest detective?

I am that.

Bit soggy from the falls, maybe a bit broke, but very much intact.

I mean, when you lay it all out, it is a bit obvious.

Start with the media.

Professor Woodward and the team return from Siberia. Two days later, they're

sick. Immediately, the national press grab onto the story. Now, how can that

The idea of a zombie virus hadn't even left the hospital.

Yeah, that's easy.

I mean, they knew it was coming. Someone leaked the story to the media. Next

clue.

The disease struck no one outside the expedition.

Basic epidemiology. Infected carriers spread the virus.

Those newly infected spread it further still. So why was there no spread beyond

the original group?

Did anything else catch your attention?

You didn't seriously think I'd miss the soda bread, did you?

Okay, okay.

Soda bread.

Prime ingredient, baking soda.

It serves to neutralize stomach acid, which is why I suspect your killer used

as cover.

The tainted meal was laced with baking soda, leaving every member of the

expedition more susceptible to contamination.

How am I doing?

Well, I've heard a lot of quality deductions, but I have yet to hear a

diagnosis. A diagnosis?

Well, your academics don't have a zombie virus, Watson.

They were infected, but most likely by... Typhoid fever.

Based on what you've said, it's the only thing that makes sense.

Tell me why.

Typhoid, a foodborne bacterial infection, notoriously slow to show up

cultures. If your theory's right, whoever did this must have bioengineered

antibiotic -resistant strain.

To sidestep any medicine we might use as treatment, thus lengthening the ruse.

So it seems all the more spooky and mysterious.

True zombie virus.

I'll understand you might want to wait until typhoid shows up in the blood

cultures, at which point you will know with absolute certainty it's safe to go

home.

Tom, you really think you can finish this without me?

Of course your nemesis got there first.

It's perfect.

She's not my nemesis.

She's my neurologist.

Stop quibbling over details, Watson. The gods of story demand sacrifice, and

they demand it upon the altar of irony.

Your nemesis led you to the method of murder, and now onto motive, I suppose.

Hoping to inspire a media firestorm and draw attention to the perils of the

thawing permafrost, and thus raise money for research that might curb the threat

of resurrected viruses.

Someone on the expedition laced the proverbial Last Supper with typhoid,

the demon unsettling the serious moment.

No one was intended to die, but Mr. Mallory's infection proved fatal.

So, you need a suspect.

Any thoughts?

What? I'm positively made of thoughts.

I'm a mediocre geologist in the midlife crisis.

My work's plateauing.

I take no joy in my classes, but a punt with zombie violence could mean

notoriety. And with it, speaking engagements, publishing opportunities,

are relevant.

I have no life.

Work is a grind.

Nonstop pressure to put out new research.

My husband, he's always gone. I think he's having an affair.

But this new crisis, it could generate everything I want.

Money, time off.

I'm an insomniac.

I just stay up all night and obsess over what's coming.

Floods, hurricanes.

I saw it myself in New Orleans.

Amelia's my hero.

And I would do anything to win her approval or amplify her cause, even put

myself and the others at risk.

No one else sees the impact climate change will have, especially on people

disabilities like my brother. So I needed to spread the warning. And if

drives up sales of my book, well, mo' money, mo' health care for Jimbo.

She did not say that.

Professor Amelia Woodward did not say, more money, more health care for Jimbo.

We're working quickly here. You get the gist. I take it you zeroed in on the

culprit. Well, all the facts point in one direction.

Now, according to this expedition log, you yourself prepped the final meal of

that trip. A meal that I suspect got you sick.

Meat? and vegetable stew paired with Irish soda bread.

You have to remember, right, because all of these notes are in your handwriting.

Okay, and?

Over the past 12 hours, the sales of your book have skyrocketed right in line

with the buzz about this zombie virus.

Wait, what are you saying?

I'm saying that you've been dedicated to a cause that's been gone ignored.

You need money for your brother because all the issues...

What's going to happen here?

A medical crisis just as you confront your suspect, my dear Watson.

You do give good climax.

Now, you sure the professor wasn't faking it?

It's a handy way to avoid a murder accusation. Oh, no, yes, it was real.

Professor Woodward's typhoid infection developed into a splenic abscess.

She was headed into surgery when I left.

The police are going to be waiting for her in the morning.

Brilliant muscle.

Utterly brilliant.

Now, I was wondering... No!

My story's over, okay? The sun is coming up.

Tell me.

As best friends, I deserve to know.

I lived a life in need of an escape hatch.

Chasing criminals.

A nemesis lurking in every alleyway.

I always knew that one day it might all get to be a bit too much.

Too much plotting, too much danger to the people I love.

I kept the secrets of my DNA from the world.

That way, when I needed an escape, the world might well believe I'm gone.

Well, you spent your whole life planning to fake your own death.

Well, a man needs projects, Watson.

How else can one stay off boredom?

That day, at Reichenbach, I engineered a meeting between my two most loathed

enemies,

Moriarty and Stapleton.

Each of them arrived at the falls believing they were approaching a

confrontation with me.

It's a tiny bit of business.

A trap carefully sprung.

Two dangerous criminals pitted against each other in a fight to the death.

It was them you saw go over the cliff.

My plan was to watch, to

allow the world to believe I'd been lost in the confrontation, and to make good

my exit.

I accounted for everything.

Except your intrepid nature.

I thought that too early.

You thought you saw me tumble into the river in the final conflict with

Moriarty.

And you went after me.

What else can I do but return the favor?

I did go to the fore that day, Watson.

But I did it to save you.

So Layla's going to be up any second now.

There was one thing I wanted to ask.

And don't take this the wrong way, my friend.

Are you entirely sure you've got the right suspect?

Yes. Amelia Woodward. I mean, like I said, the police are going to be there

question her in the morning.

Well, that's all very well. But I've been looking at this film, Jonah.

And they'll be interrogating the wrong person.

I can't speak for Amelia Woodward's medical prognosis, but...

On the question of murder, she is entirely innocent.

I should have seen it.

You're the full plate.

Dying patient.

Potential global outbreak.

Chatty nemesis.

Sometimes it helps to get a second opinion from a trusted friend.

Dr. Watson, allow me to introduce...

Your patient, Dr. Nathan Hermanson.

Good morning, Nate.

Good to see you up and about.

Dr. Hermanson was wondering about the treatment you've been giving him and the

other members of the expedition.

Oh, yes.

Meropenem. We use it to treat typhoid infections that are resistant to other

medications. You should be as good as new, son.

Well, thank you.

Yeah, these have been a difficult few days for you, huh?

The illness, the loss of Rob Mallory?

It's... it's terrible.

I can imagine.

The grief, the guilt.

I feel sad, of course. I'm not sure why I'd feel guilty.

Well, I believe I traced the source of your illness to the final meal served on

that Siberian expedition.

In fact, I'm convinced that that meal was intentionally infected.

What? Yeah.

Why? Why?

Why would anyone do that?

Amelia's my hero, and I would do anything to win her approval or amplify

cause. To draw attention to the cause, of course, something that would cut

through all of the clutter and get the world to pay attention.

Professor Woodward cooked that last meal, but a closer look reveals that you

washed the ingredients and prepped the cookware.

In fact, you even offered up your family's old recipe for the main dish.

Meat and vegetable stew, a .k .a.

Dumbo.

You are from New Orleans, yes?

I don't like this.

It had to be you.

You needed a knowledge base to breed an antibiotic -resistant strain of typhoid.

You're a chemist. You had access to all of the equipment.

Now, listen.

I don't think you meant to kill Rob Mallory.

I don't.

But he's gone just the same, mate.

And that's what I meant by guilty.

Can you prove any of this?

The police are working on this as we speak.

Hey, that reminds me.

There's a couple of them waiting in your room.

Do you feel up to a little chat?

I hear you're doing better.

Why are you smiling at me? You accused me of murder.

I was wrong.

I'm sorry.

Your associate laced the meal with typhoid.

Dr. Herman said he's with the detectives now.

Are you sure?

It's all in there.

Your brother is lucky to have you, Dr. Bullard.

Jimmy.

I'm all he has.

Maybe that doesn't have to be true anymore.

James Woodward.

My team and I, we can check in on his care.

Now, I don't know the staff at this facility.

I assume they're good, but even if they aren't, it'd help if they know someone's

looking on.

Thank you.

If you're serious, thank you.

I'm serious.

No, there's a note in here.

This isn't mine.

Thank you.

My dear Watson, stop dragging your feet and hire your nemesis back already.

Life's more fun with a little spice.

So you all know that I've been thinking about this for a while now.

Nobody can help this clinic as much as Ingrid. Nobody can help our patients.

As much as Ingrid.

What is Reese?

She is dangerous.

She almost killed my brother. In a very roundabout kind of way, yes.

Are you asking me? Because I'd rather die than let another neurologist for

I'm good.

I'm actually asking all of you.

Should have done this ages ago, Gov.

You see, we're all colleagues, and ain't that lovely, but we all did for

Moriarty together, and that's called a conspiracy.

And we've all successful conspiracies.

The perpetrators, they're close.

And that's why you brought me into the room.

I reach out to Dr. Darien.

Hello.

Sasha? Hi.

My name is June.

And I'm your uncle.

Hello.

I'm very pleased to meet you, June.

What a beautiful accent.

Why, thank you very much.

Oh, please, have a seat. Thank you.

Shinwa, is Jimmy here for you?

Beg pardon, Governor.

The old man that was just right here, was he waiting for me?

Uh, no, sure.

You want us to go track him down? No.

Thanks, I got it.

Holmes?

What do you say?

Impressive. No?

What are you doing here, sack? I'm showing off.

Oh, you call it showing off.

I call it testing myself.

If I can fool Shin, well, I can fool anyone.

You made your arrest?

I did. Thanks for your help. You'd have gotten down your own good time.

Goodbye.

That's the reason we're here.

But what are you doing back, Holmes?

You said you had plans.

I do indeed.

There's a mystery here that's caught my attention.

The Pittsburgh mystery, let's call it.

So you faked your own death to poke around Pittsburgh?

It's all part of a bigger project.

I could catch criminals until the day I die, but it's all just a cycle.

And in the end, there's only one crime that truly matters.

Who stole the world, Watson?

The world is out there, Holmes.

It's not an easy place. Not even a fair place.

But nobody stole it.

It's theirs now.

The oligarchs.

The fairway fiddlers.

The spray -tanned smilers. Foreheads frozen in place.

Cake eaters. My brother.

The whole Jenga Tower could use a bit of a rattle, I'd say.

What are you planning?

A third act of the prize.

I've missed you dearly, my friend.

Goodbye for now, Watson.

Paycent is 30, but looks 10.

I get that a lot.

I have never seen anything like this before. But we will help her. Here you

Dr. Watson.

And I reached me a bag of tricks.

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