All language subtitles for Watson s02e18 Sic Semper Tyrannis.eng

Previously on Watson...

- You've been served.
- You're suing me?

You're still kicking me out
of therapy?

You and Beck Wythe
are on opposite sides

of what's shaping up to be
a sizable lawsuit.

You're in the same
therapy group.

You realize this is
exactly what Beck wants?

BECK:
Dear Sasha, that's your name, of course.

BECK AND SHU-YI:
But I had another one picked out for you.

SHU-YI:
Please tell me more about your work.

The cases are so fascinating.

STEPHENS:
She does look like you.

SASHA:
She's my birth mother.

- I'm right here.
- But you're not.

I'm a doctor.
I take care of people,

and I can't keep you around.

Who's gonna help me
see the truth

of the scan?

I have a brain tumor.

The unofficial term, I believe,
is "breakdancing bulge."

Does Watson typically demand
that you guys

consider ten different things,

or can we just go
with the obvious solution?

So, stop standing on her head?

(scoffs)
Guys, I know I'm not him,

but I still care
about this place.

I'm doing my best.

SASHA:
It's not that. It's just,

we're not hearing much.

Is Watson... is he okay?

He's dealing with his diagnosis.

Sorting through treatment plans.

He'll be back as soon
as he's cleared to work.

Dr. Derian.

It's a glioblastoma.
It's Watson.

Is there any reason
we should be hopeful?

(sighs)

DR. DEMAY:
We should get you on the schedule right away.

My team and I- we've dealt
with tumors like this before.

This is complex.
This is the real.

And the range
of potential outcomes?

- Well...
- Look, this is my brain, okay, I'm a physician.

I make complex assessments
a dozen times a day.

There's a good chance,
even in the best-case scenario,

of some cognitive impairment.

Okay. Thank you.
We'll let you know.

"We'll let you know"?
Are you his partner?

- He wishes.
- She's a homicide detective,

and I solve crimes
with the assistance

of an imaginary partner

who's a symptom of that scan.
Does that sum it up?

Right. Okay. Regardless,
I don't think we're in

"we'll let you know" territory.
You need treatment now.

WATSON:
You're quiet.

I'm not a doctor.

And yet you still have
something you want to say.

You need a doctor.

If you don't have an operation
soon, you're gonna die.

Okay, this is brain surgery.

If the wrong doctor cuts into
me, I'll still die, or worse.

- What's worse?
- Some kind of cursed half-life

with you changing my diaper
from now until the end of time.

That work for you?
I don't think so.

You know, this Dr. Demay,
I mean, she's good,

but have you ever seen
her do anything great?

Is there a single neurosurgeon
on this planet

that would be good enough
for you?

Because if you're afraid
of going under the knife,

that's a great way to make sure
it doesn't happen.

It's a great way
to be a little coward.

Too much?

Oh, no. I had an Aunt Maxine
for tough love.

This is nothing.

I'm wondering,
am I hallucinating again?

Or are we being watched?

Odetta Lestrade,
Pittsburgh Police.

Can I ask your business
here at UHOP?

These gentlemen are with me.

(speaks Portuguese)

They've dedicated
their lives to service,

same as you have,
Detective Lestrade.

And you are?

Miguel Alvarado.

Though I'm happy for you
to call me Miguel,

if I can use Odetta.

What do you want?

I'm looking for Dr. John Watson.

Head of the Holmes Clinic.

Oh, I'm on leave from that job.

It's a matter
of considerable importance.

There are many interested
parties, both in my country

and in yours.

Se�or Freitas requests
an examination,

some insights.
That is all he asks.

Can I bring my associate?

She'll be much harder
on me than she is on any of you.

(speaks Portuguese)

WOMAN:
Do not leave the hangar without authorization.

Thank you.

(whispers in Portuguese)

I'd offer you a drink,
but I read

you are more of a nondrinker.
(sighs)

They say that is the wisest
choice as we grow older.

It's the best choice at any age.

Good bourbon, though.
Who can say no?

Rodrigo Freitas.

I know who you are.

Do I hear judgment there?

I've always been a friend
to this country.

Haven't had too many elections
lately, though, have you?

They mentioned you, Detective.

Not the safest place to love
whoever you like-

that's what I hear.

You're on leave. Are you unwell?

How about we talk about you?

You're healthy enough
to be here.

You certainly look fit.
(coughs)

Would you consider taking me on?
As a favor?

I don't owe you a favor.

More like a favor
for both of our countries.

Zacarias.

Someone from your
State Department

is standing by to discuss.

You'll recognize the name.

"Specifically,
the patient screening process,

"combined with the clinic's
lax security,

made an incident
like the bombing inevitable."

Ah, there's no way
I'm saying that.

This is getting old.

If you want me to leave therapy,

you got to help me
get a settlement.

Whatever you end up saying,
you're not gonna like saying it.

That's how a compromise works.

You suck at this. Let me try.

Here.

"I used my security credentials

"to let Beck Wythe
into the clinic.

"He wouldn't have been
present that day

if I followed
proper procedures."

I'll screw myself over.
I won't screw the clinic.

I actually don't hate it.

STEPHENS:
Any word from Shu-Yi?

Still no reply.

I started writing an email
to check in

but felt like maybe
I was coming on too strong.

Sasha, it's only been a week.

I mean, she clearly wanted
to correspond with you.

Yeah. Yeah, we had
some nice exchanges,

but why would she go
radio silent?

I hope nothing's wrong.

I'm sure it's okay
if you just reach out and ask.

I mean, she knows
that we're planning a visit.

Actually, I thought that maybe
we could postpone,

given everything
that's going on here.

- Oh.
- Watson.

SASHA:
Are you okay? D-Do you have any news?

Well, not much.

It's good to see you all.
Once Adam gets here,

let's gather in the conference
room. I'll catch you up.

Can I see you
in my office, please?

INGRID:
We're treating Rodrigo Freitas?

I've had
eight phone calls already.

It's a real request.

He's been diagnosed
with myasthenia gravis.

He wants treatment from John.

The State Department
wants us to provide it

"to ensure stability
in the region."

Watson has a tumor.

He's been baking shepherd's pie

for the ghost
of Sherlock Holmes.

Uh, it was a toad-in-the-hole,
but thank you, Dr. Derian.

Freitas wants John. He's willing
to assume the risks.

And we feel okay about this?

WATSON:
Look, the man's sick.

Okay? But beyond that,
he is what he is,

and what he is is nothing good.

Things are gonna have
to work differently for a while.

I already have someone
overseeing the clinic,

but if I'm going
to take on a new patient,

someone is gonna
have to oversee me.

I have a tumor, and

I can't even gauge
my own fitness to practice,

so I need a neurologist
to observe me,

to step in and bench me
if that has to happen.

So Mary's in charge
of the clinic,

you're in charge of treating
Rodrigo Freitas,

and I'm in charge of you?

Correct.

I like it.

Let's go save a monster.

? ?

Diagnosis is myasthenia gravis.

Anyone?

I'm just here to help.
By all means, go ahead.

Um, it's an autoimmune
neuromuscular junction disorder.

Known to block nerve signals.

It manifests
as extreme exhaustion

- and chronic weakening.
- STEPHENS: Specifically,

droopy eyes, shortness
of breath, trouble swallowing.

Ironic for a supposed
authoritarian strongman.

"Supposed"?
That's exactly what he is.

Are we really just
gonna dive into

the differential
and not discuss what it means

- to treat this guy?
- What do you mean

"what it means"?

He is the head of
a notoriously repressive regime

that uses secret police

to arrest
his political opponents.

- Nobody's perfect.
- (scoffs) Oh, my God.

Okay, we can debate ethics
all day.

Bottom line, he's the patient,
and we all swore an oath.

Now, my question would be,
why does he continue to decline

despite his prescription
to pyridos... pyridostigmine?

INGRID: You'd expect him
to respond to the meds.

You think he has
another possible condition?

- He reports a persistent cough.
- Well, he loves his Cuban cigars.

I saw his bio on 60 Minutes.

He's obeying doctor's orders?

Taking the right dose
at the right time,

abstaining from exercise?

A man of his
psychological disposition

doesn't seem like someone who's
inclined to follow instructions.

STEPHENS: The report says
that he's being treated

for blood pressure,
high cholesterol, gout.

There's a robust history
of prescriptions.

MARY:
He's in his 60s,

high stress, and his symptoms
are now borderline critical.

He will listen
and follow instructions,

so we better say
the right thing.

(clears throat)

Stephens and Sasha on labs.
Full metabolic panel.

Check acetylcholine
receptor antibodies.

CBC, blood cultures,

muscle-specific kinase,
the works.

Adam, find out
how he's been living.

I'll focus
on neurological tests.

And, Watson.

You're with me.

This might be the end of us all.

I must say, it's rare
that my medicine

is handled by someone
quite so lovely.

Tell me your name again.

I'm Dr. Lubbock.
I'll be handling your labs,

along with Dr. Croft.

Are you experiencing any chills?

Quite the opposite.
(laughs weakly)

He's the serious one, huh?

- He's an exceptional doctor.
- FREITAS: Mm.

Just one more to go.

You have a very gentle touch.

(laughs)

I only meant
to offer a compliment.

Appreciate it.

Our nurses typically handle
the blood draws,

but since we had to close down
the entire fourth floor...

FREITAS:
Security is critical,

of course.

- (chuckles)
- INGRID: President Freitas.

I'm Dr. Ingrid Derian. I'll be
running point on your case.

Dr. Watson will be consulting.

I guess you're
no longer on leave.

No, technically, I'm still on
leave, but you're in good hands.

And I'll help as needed.

We'll start with
a standard walking test.

Get a baseline gauge
for your stamina.

(coughs)
My personal physician Dr. Perez

told me to get some rest.

And now you want me on my feet?

Dr. Watson, what do you say?

I'd say you better listen
to Dr. Derian.

(scoffs)

(sighs)

What is that?

It's for sample collection.

Samples of what?

Anything pertinent
to my patient's case.

The president agreed
to allow you access to the jet.

That's all.

My friend, that's not
what we discussed,

so why don't I just call
the hospital, and we could...

- Whoa, whoa.
- (speaks Portuguese)

Whoa. Okay.

Look, I was told to come here

by Dr. Ingrid Derian,

and I'm not about to get
on her bad side.

We go all the way back,
and we don't get

what we came here for,

and your boss has
his treatment delayed?

That's not gonna be good
for anybody, is it?

(sighs)

(speaks Portuguese)

What the hell happened in here?

They're definitely not paying
the cleaning staff enough.

Yeah, um... I don't know
that I feel okay going in there.

I can't be around all that.

Oh, okay, um...

- You take photos,
and I'll grab samples. - Okay.

He's definitely living up
to his rep, huh?

Like a college kid
on spring break.

Oh.
(chuckles)

He's got a whole stash in here.
Uppers, downers,

cognitive boosters,
random health supplements,

and more prophylactics
than I care to think about.

I'm no doctor,
but should a patient

with his condition
be living like this?

Who's gonna tell him
enough's enough?

Mm.

(phone camera clicking)

Results should be another hour.

I got to admit,

- that guy was not
what I expected. - Yeah.

It was weird.
He was... charming.

Like meeting a friend's grandpa,

except a grandpa that could have
a journalist tortured.

No wonder his health's a mess.

If people are too afraid
to speak the truth,

how's he ever gonna hear
any useful feedback?

(sighs)

STEPHENS:
Is everything okay?

(sighs)
I'm still kind of processing it, but

I just heard back from Shu-Yi.

She's been in the hospital.

She had some pain
in her stomach,

went in, took some tests.

She didn't go into specifics,

but I get
that it's something serious.

Sasha, I'm so sorry.
What do you need?

Um...

I think I need to pull up
my trip to China.

I-I know that you said

you wanted to come,
but with Watson on leave

and-and Adam
about to have triplets,

I can't ask you to do that.

So you're going alone?
Just like that?

I'm gonna book a flight
for this weekend.

I-If I'm ever gonna meet her,
I think it has to be now.

Can you rate
your level of fatigue?

FREITAS:
No more questions. (sighs)

Get me Dr. Watson.

(Freitas sighs)

You have a problem
with authority.

I do, too, and I've
never even run a country.

But nobody else is going
to come save you.

So be polite,
do what I tell you,

and keep in mind,
I get paid either way.

- (grunts)
- WATSON: Sorry I'm running behind.

Ah, no worries.

He was hoping
to speak to you in private.

I need to go check his labs.

Now, as a reminder,
I'm only here to advise.

Good. Your advice
is what I need.

A man in my position,

perceived as weak,
invites challenge.

If I am to avoid a coup

and all the violence
that would follow,

I need your help...
(coughing)

WATSON:
What's this?

FREITAS:
Medical files,

along with the corresponding
DNA samples

from the most qualified members

of my inner circle.

I don't want this. Why are you
even giving this to me?

Because I know
my time is limited.

Perhaps you can appreciate that.

I need your help

to ensure the stability
of my country.

I want you, Dr. Watson,

to use your genius

to help me pick my successor.

Let me get this straight.
He gave you

a half dozen redacted files
and asked you to, what,

point out the pros and cons
for each candidate?

He wants me to vet his people,

and genetic trends
are a valid metric to do so.

We're smart, we could figure out

who each one of these guys is
in, like, ten minutes.

I mean, imagine picking
the ruler of a nation.

- How often do you get to impact an entire.
.. - Okay, stop. Just stop.

We're talking about selecting
an authoritarian tyrant.

You're not seriously thinking
of doing this, are you?

He sought me out by
my reputation as a geneticist

to make sure that
his guys weren't prone to

cognitive impairment,
early-onset Alzheimer's,

or any genetic markers
that might spell trouble.

I don't like it.

And before you go
down this road,

keep in mind,
the State Department

will want to have their say.

Well, I already got
a firmly worded call.

Clearly, they already have
their preferred candidate.

Gross. But we are
gonna do it, right?

- "We"?
- INGRID: I,

as your neurologist,

happen to know
that your judgment is impaired.

I think I should be included.

Look, whatever I decide to do,
I'm the one that's gonna do it.

And while I focus on this...

I work the differential
with the rest of the team.

Fine. But I retain the right
to review your work

and veto any analysis
that I think is compromised.

Sorry, I was in a meeting.

Must be nice, rubbing elbows
with the grown-ups.

SASHA:
Any idea what's going on?

Is Watson coming back?
I-Is he feeling okay?

Watson wants us
to work the case.

So let's not let him down.
Who's got something?

Patient reports low appetite
since being admitted.

Breathing remains labored.

SASHA:
Those are hallmarks of myasthenia gravis,

but it's nothing new.

Stephens, spit it out.

Did Watson put you in charge
or something?

Did he specifically say,
"Ingrid, you are in charge"?

No, not exactly.

But if I said, "Pretty please,"
wouldn't that just be weird?

The photos from his private jet.

It's stocked with medications,
supplements, herbal remedies,

and also,

did you notice
how much moisturizer

this guy uses? It's like

some kind of odd
character fixation.

ADAM:
I asked Dr. Perez about that.

He said that Freitas
is self-conscious

about his dry skin.

I guess rough hands
are a sign of low class.

Could some mix of all of these
supplemental treatments

be contributing to his decline?

I mean,
let's analyze everything.

Supplements, pills,
definitely that moisturizer.

STEPHENS:
I'll get the samples from his room.

Do you want some company?

I'm okay.

(sighs)

(knock on door)

- What's up? Thought we were
good with the statement. - INGRID: We are.

Business concluded.
Leisure resumes.

But you hate me.

It's sex, Beck.
Arguably, that makes it better.

What's with the overnight bag?

In case I fall asleep.

That's not really our thing.

I'm horny.
We're gonna go for a while.

Also, I brought toys.
(chuckles)

What is this, a hookup
or a deposition?

? ?

BECK:
What's up?

- Can't sleep?
- There were crunchy bits in your bed.

Do you eat chips
before you go to sleep?

Vegetable chips.
Exactly one portion.

Good for you.

Anyway, you're right,

sleepovers aren't our thing.

Bye.

- (door opens)
- Bye.

(door closes)

(sighs)

(grunts)

(sighs)

(phone beeps)

Freitas' succession.

Candidate number one.

Candidate three.

Telomere analysis
suggests early morbidity.

Low scores in DRD2 and BDNF.

Probabilistic trends
are high for paranoia.

Death in office.

A propensity
for high-risk behavior.

Candidate six.

OXTR markers.

Susceptible to miscalculation
and manipulation.

Childhood history of neglect.

Recommendation: disqualify.

Disqualify. Disqualify.

- Also, disqualify.
- (phone beeps)

- (sighs)
- (footsteps approach)

Oh.

Oh, you are still here.
I-I saw the light on.

- Hey, Brenda.
- Hey. Uh,

before I head out,
Shinwell called.

He said he's on his way
to Scotland Yard.

Some new information on

Sherlock Holmes.

I still don't believe
that's a real name.

I'm just saying.

(thunder rumbling)

INGRID:
Hey, where's Stephens?

Not that it's
any of your business,

but I stayed at my place
last night.

I just needed to clear my head,
and I had some packing to do.

Yeah, about that, are you sure

now's the best time
for this trip?

Look, I know you think
you're in charge.

I don't think I'm...

Okay, maybe a little bit,

but that's not the point.

The point is, you're my friend.
I don't have a lot of those.

And I don't have proof
for what I'm about to say, but

- there's something
I need to tell you. - ADAM: We found something.

Well, I mean, technically,
Stephens found it,

but I helped.

Analysis of Freitas's
moisturizer shows tampering.

It appears to be laced
with a lipophilic beta-blocker.

Beta-blocker would aggravate the
symptoms of myasthenia gravis.

- He'd get weaker.
- WATSON: It's worse than that.

INGRID:
Did you actually sleep here last night?

I was analyzing candidates,
and you were right, Dr. Derian,

I managed to ID all of them.

Judging by your expression,
no winners.

It was a uniquely awful
sample of humanity.

Any one of them
could've been responsible

for what I think
you just discovered.

Okay, think.
Assume Freitas's moisturizer

was intentionally tampered with

in order to worsen his condition
and corrupt his treatment. Why?

You all just uncovered proof
of an attempted coup.

Brand-new question:
who is poisoning our patient?

Beta-blockers
aren't exactly poison.

Primarily, they're used to treat
cardiac disorders,

migraines, anxiety, tremors.

Unbeknownst to our patient,

his topical creams have been
tainted with a medicine

known to worsen the symptoms
of his condition.

Someone wanted to hurt him.

And if we do identify them,
then what?

I mean, this guy is a notorious
authoritarian tyrant,

and it's not like he's gonna
grant them a fair trial.

We'll be sending someone
to be executed.

Well, it's even more complicated
than you think.

The members
of his inner circle-

they all have histories.

They're all varying levels
of "deadly."

A few of them even displayed
borderline sociopathic impulses.

- So, potential killers.
- Yes.

And there's this one
in particular-

he went to university
with Freitas's chief physician.

You think the doctor
is in on this?

WATSON:
I don't know, but that's not the point.

Freitas is gonna jump
to conclusions

the moment we come forward.

Now, either Perez
was part of an inside job...

Or the actual guilty party

is setting you up to hand off
the perfect scapegoat.

What? I can think
like a villain.

ADAM:
So someone's poisoning a dictator,

and we don't really want
the dictator to stay in power,

but it's not like
the guy poisoning him

would be any better.

Dr. Derian, thoughts?

I say we keep Perez away from
the president, just to be safe.

Replace Freitas's moisturizer

with a generic brand
we know is okay.

Once the beta-blockers
are out of his system,

we can reassess
his deterioration.

Okay, good. In the meantime,
I'm going to tell Freitas

exactly what I think
of his candidates.

(coughs)

(speaks Portuguese)

(sighs)
You're here. Excellent.

We have so much to talk about.

It seems like
you're getting better.

I'm sure it's because I'm here.

Perhaps I just needed a break
from the rigors of my position.

But your Dr. Perez is qualified.

I mean, he was the one that
suggest you come here, right?

Ah, no. He was offended
that I wanted a second opinion.

Miguel,
my most trusted adviser-

he's the one who recommended

the great geneticist
John Watson.

So, tell me,

have you made any progress

on that little project
I gave you?

Actually, I'd rather talk
about your case.

I'd rather talk
about my candidates.

I only agreed to that exercise
to keep you in line

and 'cause I thought maybe

I could do my part
in keeping the peace.

And because you're a man
who chases glory,

influence, and notoriety.

Much like myself, so...

why don't you do what I ask?

Because the reality is,

there's not a single person
on this Earth

that makes a good authoritarian.

It's just not a role
that makes sense

in a modern, civilized world.

You live in a civilized world?

I live in the real world,
where men need to be led.

(chuckles)

(speaks Portuguese)

Maybe I was too hasty,

rushing to find my successor.

Under your care,
my health has improved.

I could have
another 15, 20 years.

I'm missing my essentials.

On your way out, send in Miguel.

(sighs)

(tosses in trash)

Don't go to China without me.

- Stephens...
- Sasha,

look, I've been thinking,
this is all happening so fast.

And after what happened
with Uncle Jun,

doesn't it just feel
a little bit off to you?

I hear you, but whatever it is,
I can handle it myself.

- Sasha...
- I would love

for you to come, but there is
so much going on right now.

I get it, you can't.

It's okay. But I'm going.

All right.

Stephens...

Those two are still being weird.

What do you expect?

Suddenly, the future
is a scary place.

I mean, it's not
all doom and gloom.

You're about to have
a bunch of babies.

(sighs)
Yeah.

Lauren's on bed rest,
so I'm not 100% here.

Sasha's always the one
that you can lean on.

She's off to China.

I don't know. Feels like
we're at a breaking point.

MIGUEL:
I was told you wanted to see me.

Yeah, I just wanted to see
what you knew

about the lipophilic
beta-blockers

in your president's hand lotion.

I mean, it's impossible to trace
without analysis.

And why would someone
suspect anything anyway?

Freitas is already
self-conscious

about his dry skin.

Only his doctors have access.

Or his most trusted confidant.

Maybe you should ask Dr. Perez.

He does have beta-blockers,

and he's good friends
with the person

most likely to benefit
from your president's decline.

But you're the one

who brought Freitas here.

And you knew that I'd be smart
enough to figure all this out.

And if I told Freitas...

The president would not
show mercy to a traitor.

You knew that if you got caught,

you'd be put to death.

So the question is: why do it?

As a child, I saw the...

...the overreach
of a corrupt ruling class.

As a teen, I fought against it.

I was lucky
I was only sent to prison.

And when I got out,

one man was fighting for change.

General Rodrigo Freitas.

That's a good story.

It was.

Until he turned his tactics
against anyone

who questioned his regime.

He...

made...

horrible choices.

And he was heading
for much worse.

And when he got sick,
I thought it might...

...curb his worst impulses.

No. His sickness only led him
to embrace his worst aspects.

And-and waiting in the wings
are all of his potential heirs.

So you didn't want to kill him.

Just wanted to compromise,
humble him a bit.

Avert the appointment
of yet another dictator.

You may think I'm naive,

but I-I hoped that, in time,

my people would grow impatient

and demand free elections.

That's a hell of a thing
to gamble

on the stability
of your country.

A lot of lives at stake.

I won't condone what you did,
but I do sympathize.

Regardless of what
comes next for me,

I would do it again.

And you, Dr. Watson,

what will you do?

MARY:
You want me to call the U.S. State Department

and ask for a favor?

Why not?
They asked us for a favor.

And you declined.

Look, this is
a win-win situation.

Miguel Alvarado
gets U.S. asylum,

they can interview him,
gather all the knowledge

they want
about Freitas's regime.

Meanwhile, Miguel
gets to start a new life.

(door opens)

I know, I know, I should knock.

Though, technically,
isn't this my office now?

What is it?

You have to see this.

WATSON:
This doesn't make sense.

Why not?
He's off the beta-blocker.

But he still has
myasthenia gravis.

The more he exercises,

the more he should show signs
of increased fatigue.

Instead, he's getting stronger.

It makes zero sense, unless...

He was misdiagnosed
from the beginning.

LEMS. Lambert-Eaton
myasthenic syndrome.

Who wants to start?

- All right...
- LEMS ca...

Sorry.

LEMS causes muscle weakness,

not unlike
our patient's symptoms.

It's milder,
typically has a later onset,

and is often confused
with myasthenia gravis.

Tell-tale signs include
diminished tendon reflexes.

Which, I just confirmed,

our patient
does in fact display.

Okay, this all tracks.
What else do we know?

LEMS and myasthenia gravis
are made worse by beta-blockers,

which means, whoever tampered
with the moisturizer,

they'd have gotten
the same effect

without knowing
that Freitas actually had

the wrong diagnosis.

WATSON:
One more thing.

Throughout his time here,

Freitas has shown
a persistent cough.

We attributed it
to his cigar smoking.

But that was a mistake.

LEMS is highly associated

with what most commonly
misdiagnosed condition?

Small-cell lung cancer.

- We need to order a chest CT.
- WATSON: It's very likely

that our patient is suffering
from terminal lung cancer.

FREITAS:
Why would he be gone?!

I am surrounded by traitors.

(speaks Portuguese)

- (wheezing)
- WATSON: Sir, Rodrigo,

please calm down.

M�e de Deus.

(sighs deeply)

I want you to tell me

if my most trusted lieutenant

is right now talking
to your government.

I have no way of knowing that.

INGRID:
Maybe he just took off.

Saw the writing on the wall,
decided to beat the curve.

What's that supposed to mean?

The newspapers, the media,

they know you're in here, sick.

Think people back home
are rooting for you to get well?

You, get out now.

With all respect,

I would like to talk
to Dr. Watson in private.

I know you're scared.

You have reason to be.

Your CT scan shows a mass.

Now, we still need to do
a biopsy to be sure,

but based on the imaging...

it's likely you have
lung cancer.

(knock on door)

MARY:
Why are you still here?

I'm looking for something.

John, you have a tumor
in your brain.

You haven't gotten more
than a couple of hours of sleep.

I might have one last idea.

Watson, Freitas will be dead
in a few months.

Best you can do?

Tell the man which candidate
is least likely

to be a mass murderer
and call it a day.

I'm not gonna be responsible
for approving any of those men,

not even the ones our friends
in Washington call "friendly."

Fine. I think that's
the right call.

Though the State Department
will be annoyed.

Well, I guess they're just gonna
have to trust my judgment

because I can do better.

This is a one-time-only
nonnegotiable,

but if you listen to me,
do exactly what I say,

I can guarantee
your life expectancy

will go from months to years.

How?

I called in a favor.

Dr. Araceli Ormano.

She's one of the
leading researchers

in experimental
cancer treatment.

She is willing
to grant you a slot

at the Duncan Grahling Institute
in New York.

(speaks Portuguese)
New York?

It's the treatment arm
of a cutting-edge study.

It combines immunotherapy
and concentrated chemo.

But if you want in,

you're gonna have to stay
in New York for the duration

of the treatment,

and you're gonna have to grant
Miguel Alvarado amnesty

from any reprisal.

(speaks Portuguese)

Forgive a traitor
while I'm in exile?

That's the deal. You're gonna
have to take it or leave it.

(grunts, coughs)

(laughing)

You enjoy this.
Does this make you feel like

a big, important man?

Since we're both sick,
I will give you some grace

and say yes.

You're a stubborn, pigheaded,

egocentric narcissist.

Maybe.

But I'm also the guy
that can point you

towards a few extra years
of life.

(elevator bell dings)

- President Freitas.
- FREITAS: Doctor.

Good news- you're not
my problem anymore.

Mm.

I saw it the moment we met.

What you are.

Yeah, well, best of luck.

Embrace your nature, Doctor.

I learned long ago,

accept your path
without shame or remorse.

(speaks Portuguese)

- MARY: Everything all right?
- (elevator bell dings)

Yeah, the, uh,

patient's off to treatment,
so all is well.

State Department keeps calling.

What do you think
I should tell them?

The truth.

Freitas will stay in power,

but he will focus
on his survival, and...

in time, his people will see
that he's an absentee landlord,

a shadow of the tyrant
that he once was.

Optimism. I like it.

How about you turn that
on yourself?

Do everything you can
to get well.

Stop stalling and get to it.

(phone buzzing)

- Shinwell.
- SHINWELL: Guv, I hope I'm not disturbing.

No, no, I was just finishing up
some consulting work.

- Everything okay?
- I think I found something over at Scotland Yard.

I think it could be
the proof we need.

Sherlock Holmes is alive.

Shinwell, I need to tell you
something, and...

maybe you should sit down
for this.

Guv?

I'm sick.

I have something called
a glioblastoma. It's cancer,

and...

you should also call off the
search for Sherlock because...

Just come home, Shinwell.

BECK:
Why do you keep trying to take my computer?

Why are you pretending
to be Sasha's mother?

(scoffs)
I don't know.

Maybe I don't like the way
she talked to me.

Maybe it's fun.

- How's it supposed to end?
- Oh, you know,

she cares about something.

She travels across the world,

only to be met by the knowledge
of how stupid she is.

Then she smiles less.

A lot less. Forever.

It was so easy.
She puts everything out there.

Easy?

You killed someone.

The man pretending
to be her uncle.

He didn't overdose.
You killed him.

I don't mind that.

I mean, look, I don't, like,
love it. (chuckles)

You know,
but if it needs to happen

to get the plan
over the goal line,

yeah, a guy like that,
pretending to be her uncle?

Not complicated.

(scoffs)

How many?

Just two.

Like I said.

I'm not one of those guys
that, like, gets off on it.

You know, like,
collecting trophies

or whatever. That's just sad.

Two.

About to be three.

(groaning)

Bear mace.

Told you I brought toys.

There will be more.

Two people dead now.

Maybe another one next year.

More later.

I'm a doctor, Beck.

I'm saving those lives.

I'm right here.

I'm right here.

Why do you even care?

You're a psychopath like me.

I... need... therapy.

(coughing)

(gasping)

(dialing)

(line ringing)

DISPATCHER (over phone):
911. What's your emergency?

(crying):
Oh, my God. Oh, my God. Oh, my God.

Miss, where are you?
Are you safe?

He had a knife.

He tried to kill me.

Where are you?
Are you safe?

(crying)

Can someone please help?
He tried to kill me.

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