All language subtitles for Watson.S01E03.WEB (SDH)

SHINWELL:
Dr. Watson. You were the best
friend Sherlock Holmes ever had.

Holmes!

SHINWELL:
Three men

went over the waterfall.

Yourself, Sherlock Holmes
and the man we'd been chasing.

WATSON:
James Moriarty.

SHINWELL:
You've had a knock on the head.

A traumatic brain injury.

Sherlock Holmes funded
a clinic for you to run.

I remember things about him.

Him, James Moriarty?
I see his hands.

His fingers are fused.

Almost like
they make the shape...

of an M.

An archvillain named Moriarty

whose hands make the shape
of an M?

That sounds fictional.

Professor Moriarty
has a task for you.

You are to empty
the bottle of tamsulosin

and replace it with these pills.

(crowd laughing)

Let's give it up for
Rob Doherty, everybody.

(cheering, applause)

Glad you like the show tonight.

That's Rob Doherty's mom...
STAGEHAND: Molly?

You're up next.
Uh...

I thought I had more time.

The other guy bailed. Don't
tell me you're bailing, too.

All right, uh,
we have a really funny

lady coming out now,
our next comic.
Okay.

Give it up for Molly Jones.

Get on out here, Molly.

Hi. Thank you
(applause)

for, like,
the very warm welcome.

Thankfully, judging
from the last act,

you guys will literally
laugh at anything.

Great. Um,
quick question.

Who here has anxiety?

Great. Cool.

Do you have drugs?

Because I kind of
lost mine backstage.

Whatever, they say
laughter's the best medicine.

But don't lay it on too thick,
because Big Pharma

will shut this place down.

Um, so, my mom

used to, um...

say, uh...

Sorry, could I get
a little water up here, maybe?

So...

my mom used to say

to me, um,

(echoing):
"Do you know why you'll never
make it as a comedian?"

(crowd exclaiming)

Call 911.

WATSON:
Since the brain injury,
my symptoms include

increased insomnia,
elevated heart rate.

Migraine with aura.

Speech is clear,
as is auditory comprehension.

Reading is jumbled, though.

Transient aphasia marks
a shift in migraine pattern.

My TBI symptoms
shouldn't be getting worse.

You playing "diagnose

the mystery head"?
Archibald.

I call him

Archibald.

Looks more like a

Steven.

Where is he?

In his office.
In his office.

So, we're diagnosing Harry
while we wait?

Steven.
Archibald.

Loeys-Dietz syndrome?

No cleft palate,
no hypertelorism.

Supposed to be
a collaborative exercise.

Maybe suggest something?

(short chuckle)
Watson said

it's a collaborative exercise.

He meant it's a competition.

Competition for what?

Glory. Vindication.

I don't know.

I keep my theories to myself.

And by "glory and vindication,"

you mean Watson's approval.

Mm, don't diagnose us.
Diagnose the head.

What are you up to, guv?

You know what, uh,
Shinwell? I just hadn't

played with this thing
in a while.

It works.

Uh-huh.

So, here's you,

surveying the landscape,
as one does,

and suddenly, you happen

to catch a glimpse
of your ex-wife.

Mary is not my ex yet.

I'll be sure to pass that along
to her divorce lawyer, guv.

Mary and I used to meet there
in the mornings for coffee.

I was just wondering
if she's meeting

with Devin Chaplin there now.

Gummi.

I believe there's a word
for observing a couple

via telescope
in a clandestine fashion.
No, no,

I'm not spying, Shinwell.

Okay? I just...

I-I haven't seen them
together yet,

and I just want
to confirm my theory.

Confirm via means of...

(chuckles)
Okay, yes.

Spying.
Spying.

Once I know I'm right...

I'll be able to let it go.

(high-pitched ringing)

Guv?
No, no, I'm good,
I'm good, just...

...adjusting to my
TBI medication, that's all.

Speaking of which...

Got a new
prescription.

I need you to start
on that today.

There's a young woman
in reception.

Seems she took
a knock on the head

and she's not happy
with her doctors.

Yeah, we don't take walk-ins.

I know.
There's one thing

about this particular
young lady.

You've got red hair.

I hope you're not the one
the nurses call a genius.

John Watson. I'm a clinical
geneticist and an internist.

Molly Jones. Comedian
and data entry specialist.

Mind if I see your hair?

Yeah.
Got five staples under there.

It's not exactly pretty.

You don't color it.
Good.

Yes.

I'll see you.

You just have to join
the Redheaded League.

(laughs softly)
Are you an actual doctor?

Redheaded League?

It's the name for

a long-term study.
Okay.

Ever feel
like a dentist

is purposely withholding
pain medication

from you? The
gene variance

responsible for your red hair--

it also makes you
require more anesthesia.

Okay.

So, this study, what is it--

punch me in the face
and give me an aspirin?

That's funny.

You know, saying "that's funny"
isn't the same thing

as actually laughing.
You better be worth it.

So, what's your
favorite joke?

You ever go to parties,
Dr. Watson?

If I'm dragged.

So, do you like when a person
at a party asks you

to examine the rash
on their elbow?

So, why'd you come down
to the clinic?

Um, my doctors kept shrugging.

They said that maybe
I have epilepsy,

that I should probably
talk to a neurologist

(high-pitched ringing)
(fading, echoing): when I
can get an appointment,

(regular volume): in,
like, seven months.

(grunts softly)

Based on the...

incident you describe,

I do think working you up

on a seizure disorder
is indicated.

Yeah, I mean,
it's the easy answer.

It's a great way to shoo off
the chronically underinsured.

That's not something I'd do.

I don't know, Doc.

Maybe I'm here
because I'm scared.

Maybe I'm tired of people
telling me I have epilepsy.

I mean, neither
of my parents had it.

Well, that's
not dispositive.

Only about one third
of the epilepsy cases

are inherited.

(high-pitched ringing)

You okay?
Yeah, no, I'm fine. I'm fine.

So, you said that neither of
your parents had the disorder.

Are they deceased?

May I ask how?

My father died in a car accident

and my mom had cancer.

(heart beating)

What, is something wrong
with my heart?

(high-pitched ringing)

Do you want to
hear that joke?

So, my mom once said to me,

"You know why you'll never
make it as a comedian?"

Why not?

Dr. Watson?

Dr. Watson?

(whimpers)
Help!

♪ ♪

SASHA: Dr. Watson, stay with us.
ADAM: Stay with us, Watson.

Can you tell us where you are?

He's losing consciousness.

We're almost there, Doctor.

MAN: The scans are negative
for an intracranial bleed.

You took a hell of a hit.

Do you remember it?

Some.

Starting to come back to me.

What did you hear?

Just that you fell.

(line ringing)

Hello?
WATSON: Molly. It's Dr. Watson.

I need to see you.

There's killing with a joke

and then there's
whatever that was.

You didn't let me
get to the punch line.

I'm all ears.

And swollen brain tissue.

You should be resting.
So, what'd you tell people?

When I fell, what did you...
what'd you say?

I said you fell.

"Fell" or "collapsed"?

Why?
It's good news.

I'm taking you on
as a patient

at the clinic. We have four

other specialists,
no wait times.

We even have a
robot we call Clyde.

Mm. Now I'm waiting
for the punch line.

If anybody asks you what
happened-- and they will ask--

you tell them that I spilled
some water and I slipped on it.

So, what's your story--

are you an addict or something?

I have a traumatic
brain injury.

I-I was there.

That was my second
traumatic brain injury.
So you're just

collecting the whole set?

Yeah, three more
and I get a free car wash.

Puddles.

Very underrated hazard.

Yes, they are.

Watson.

How are you?
I slipped,

took a knock on the head,
we move on.

I need to get another CT,

MRI, plus an EEG.

Ingrid's your neurologist.
I'm sure she's all over it.

The tests aren't for me.
They're for

our patient, Molly Jones.

A new patient. Now?

I don't understand.
She has epilepsy.

Where's the case?

She might have epilepsy.

You and your brother are now
on family history detail.

I'm pretty sure,
during her initial visit,

Molly lied about
how her mother died.

How did...
How'd I know this?

Stethoscope. Heart rate.
General intuition.

But if we're gonna find out
what's wrong with Molly Jones,

we need to know if the fall
caused the seizure

or if the seizure
caused the fall.

We'll never get a full picture

until we have
an accurate family history.

Watson.

Do you need anything?

Thank you,
Dr. Lubbock,

but the only thing I need
is for you to tell me

what's wrong with Molly Jones.

Holmes?

MARY (muffled, echoing):
John. John. John.

(clearly): John.
Are you okay? How are you?

Well, I'm not gonna sue.

Water on the floor,
doctor falls.

Could be quite the lawsuit.

Um, I'm treating
a comedian.

Apparently a sense of humor
is not contagious.

Who's gonna
check on you tonight?

You have a concussion.

Someone needs to wake you up
to check on you.

You can stay at the house.
I'll make up the guest room.

I got a cut.

Scans were negative.
At least

let me order you home care.

I've got Shinwell.

He can always scare off
any type of complication.

(phone chimes, vibrates)

(chimes, vibrates)

(typing)

We're not to
be ignored.

We're not to be summoned.

What am I doing to the man?

These pills.

(pills rattle)

I looked up the ones
you had me swap out.

Watson was prescribing
himself tamsulosin.

0.4 milligrams
to help with nightmares.

Now, what am I
giving him instead?

If you want Watson dead so much,

why don't you just
get on with it?!

And Moriarty's
got people for that.

Why does it have to be me?!

This need for
information--

it's unhealthy, Shinwell.

Banish all thoughts

of why and wherefore.

An order arrives,

an order is executed.

(sighs)

How is Dr. Watson?

His mood is erratic.

Whatever it is
you're giving him,

it's doing a number on the man.

And today's collapse?

Watson says he slipped.

(chuckling)
Yeah.

I don't think
anyone believes him.

Continue on the current course.

And do not
ignore an outreach again.

ADAM:
Are you seeing this with Molly?

I am a conscientious objector
in the Molly Jones

Family History Project.
I'm hoping that

once the new
EEG results come in

Watson will lose interest in

whatever this is.

ADAM: This is the first picture
I can find of her.

She must be, what, like, 17?

It's like her whole life
came online at once.

So, her parents
kept her off social media?

What parents?

Her chart lists their names
as Bradley and Nancy Jones,

but I can't find anything online

that matches up
when and where she grew up.

Maybe the whole family
was offline.
She says

her father died
in a car accident in 2006.

There's no Bradley Jones
that died

in a wreck in Allegheny County

that year. There's no
obituary for a Nancy Jones.

It's like
they're made up.

Oh, um...

Lauren's firm just recruited
a new attorney.

She just moved here
from Minneapolis and she

knows no one.
So?

So, we were thinking that you
come over to dinner on Thursday.

We invite
Allison, too...

No. In every way "no"
can be conceived, no.

Lauren says she's
very attractive.

So, my ex-fiancée,

currently in residence
with my identical twin,

has taken an interest
in my love life,

and then we just... eat dinner?

There are
cannibal movies

that end less gruesomely
than that.

Where are you going?
Did we learn something?

You waved your hands around
to simulate the act of thinking.

I thought.

That's our process.

INGRID:
I spearheaded
four clinical trials

focused on developing
new treatment

for chronic tetraplegia.

I brought the idea of pursuing

this Spinal Signal Project to
UHOP after its success overseas.

I am on the younger side, but...

great projects are driven
by great passion.

(chuckles softly)

Being young never stopped
Walter Kohn of Carnegie Mellon.

Walter Kohn.
Nobel Prize in chemistry, 1998.

If you're pandering
to CMU grads,

you must be appealing
to Cianfrani.

Trying to get into
the Spinal Signal Project?

Trying to run it.

Fifteen paralyzed patients

receiving spinal cord implants.

AI rerouting the signal
around the damaged tissue.

Sexy stuff. Good luck.

It won't interfere
with my work here.
Speaking of.

One.

Two. Three.
What are you doing?

Well, you're my neurologist.
I hit my head.

I figured you'd be
hounding me for a follow-up.

This is my neuro exam.

Six, seven, eight, nine, ten.
We'll get to that.

I really can't count
if you keep interrupting me.

Thirteen, 14, 15...
I want to know
what happened yesterday.

You obviously collapsed.

You sustained a second TBI on
top of the one you already had.

You know how dangerous it is

to start stacking
brain injuries.

So, why are you lying?

What makes you think I'm lying?

You do.

You've been training us
to spot lies for months now.

(knocking)
Watson.

I can tell you exactly
what happened to Molly's mother.

It was observed that Molly Jones
had virtually no history.

Why the passive voice, man?
I observed it.

It was observed that Molly Jones
had virtually no history

before she turned 17.

I asked the admitting nurse
what happened

when she ran Molly's license.

"The nurse was asked
what happened."

There are duplicate charts.
"The charts were duplicated."

One belongs to Molly Jones.

The other belongs
to Linda Mancini.

Why did she change her name?

Linda Mancini.
It sounds familiar.

I'm not surprised.

If you paid attention
to the news circa 2002,

most people knew
the name Mancini.

That is Molly Jones' mother.

She's been in prison
for 23 years

for drowning
her son and daughter.

Her own kids?

Molly was the only survivor.

You wanted a family history?

I got you a family history.

(monitors beeping steadily)

What's with the look?

I'm assessing my patient.

No, you have weird
sympathy eyes.

Weird sympathy eyes?
They usually go with

phrases like, "Sorry, Ms. Jones.

The job went
to another candidate."

Or, "It's not you, Molly.
It's me."

Weird sympathy eyes.

It means you don't
want to hurt me

but you're gonna have to anyway.

I'm here to discuss
your family history.

We did that.

Your real
family history.

I don't... That's not my
history. My name's Molly Jones.

Molly, you can
escape your family,

but you can't escape your genes.

I hardly recognize
or remember that woman

and I... I just want to go.
I just want...
Okay, Molly, listen, no,

I don't want
to do this right now.
I understand, Molly, but

an accurate history is
the foundation of what I do.

Okay.

So, maybe I can speak
to your father?
Gone.

Twelve years
of blackout drinking.

And cirrhosis of the liver.

I don't feel good.

I don't feel good.

Molly.

(monitor beeping rapidly)

I need some help!
Patient is seizing!

Give me three
three migs Lorazepam!

She's already on
levetiracetam,

Dr. Watson.

WATSON:
Molly Jones may

look like
she's having a seizure,

but there's no epileptic
activity on her EEG.

She doesn't have epilepsy.

What does she have?

Psychogenic seizures.

Not actually a thing.
That's like

saying
"a non-heart heart attack."

There's no abnormal
brain activity.

They're not epileptiform.

Thyroid function tests?
She's had

persistent tachycardia.
WATSON: Very good.

Dr. Derian,
you supervise the tests.

Dr. Lubbock, as of this moment,

you are now the official
Molly whisperer.

Uh, what does that mean
and why is it me?

Clearly, these incidents
are triggered

by distress.
You're kind.

Your presence
is soothing.

That would make you
the Molly whisperer.

I'm kind.
No. You're nice.

The Crofts and I will be
on family history detail.

How? She doesn't want
to talk about it.

We're not talking to Molly.

We're talking to her
only living relative.

Felicia Mancini?

The child murderer?
Find me another relative

before tomorrow,
I'll spare you a prison visit.

Dr. Lubbock. You have
had your left hand

in the same spot
this entire meeting.

Oh, my God!
Why didn't you tell us?

(Adam laughs)

(voices become muffled)

SASHA (clearly):
I'm sorry, y'all,
it's just been crazy

today.
There hasn't been much time.

ADAM:
Congratulations.

We should celebrate,
get the whole story.

That is what
people do.

You know?
Meet up after work.

Oh, thank you.
That is so sweet.

Um... but, you know,
I've got some...

got some planning to do
the next couple of nights.

But we should do it
sometime soon.

Did anyone expect more

humble bragging?

SHINWELL:
You thinking about him?

Those are Moriarty's hands.

Guv, I can't be a friend to you
if you won't talk to me.

Look, you asked me to go to Mary

if things got too bad for you,

to tell her that
it wasn't safe for you

to be a doctor anymore.

Well, if that means
you never say anything to me,

no offense, Guv,
I bleeding resign.

All right, they've been
on my mind, Shinwell.

Holmes and Moriarty.

It's like I see
'em everywhere.

I don't know, maybe
it's the second TBI,

the drugs.

Things have been
getting weird.

Weird. W...

What's that mean?

Means I need to
get some sleep.

Did you two read up on
Felicia Mancini

last night?
STEPHENS:
No more than necessary.

She murdered her toddlers.

She's also not our patient.

She told the police
a strange story.

The way Felicia tells it,
she was

playing with her kids
while they took a bath.

She said,
"I'm gonna eat you up."

The kids took it literally,

which can happen before kids
develop an understanding

for speech idioms.

The twins started crying.

And a minute or so later,

they were dead in the bathwater.

Those kids were
too old for SIDS.

Strange story.
No cop would ever believe it.

It's almost like
she wasn't in her right mind.

(phone whooshes)

(phone chimes)

Why do you
keep texting me?

I'm sending you pictures
of Allison Moore.

Please stop. And she could be
(phone whooshes)

Princess Grace of Monaco,
(phone chimes)

I wouldn't be interested.

Princess Grace of Monaco?

Just quit trying to
set me up, please.

I'm seeing somebody.

Seriously?
Seriously?

ADAM:
That's great.
You should bring her.

Or him.

Or them?

(buzzer sounding)

(indistinct chatter)

WATSON:
Have either of you two ever seen
the inside of a prison?

ADAM:
Has anyone on the team?

WATSON:
None of you have seen
the inside of a prison,

but nobody needs to see
the inside of a prison

more than you two.

I love it
when you talk in riddles.

That wasn't a riddle.

(keys jangling)
(cuffs clinking)

Dr. Watson?

Ms. Mancini.

Please... tell me
my daughter's okay.

Uh, the COs didn't
have any details.

What's wrong?

You're staring.

Your daughter is under our care

and she's stable.

But five seconds ago,

I would have said I don't know
what's wrong with her.

But now I think I do.
What?

What?
What happened five seconds ago?

I looked at you.

You can tell what's
wrong with Linda

just by looking at me?
I can.

And I'll tell you
something else.

The story that
you told the police

about what happened
to your twins--

I believe it's true.

I don't think
you killed your kids.

The entire world believes
I killed my babies.

My own daughter believes it.

You don't.

How?

Why?

Your eyes, your nose,

and your ears.

You have
a depressed nasal bridge,

thin vermillion
of your upper lip,

and low-set ears.

Combine all of that with
the circumstances your family

is surrounded by and...

I infer that
the Mancinis have a mutation

in your CACNA1C gene.

You think she has
long QT syndrome.

Someone's been doing
their homework.

Long QT syndrome affects
the heart's rhythm.

It can cause arrhythmic syncope.
That is often mistaken

for fainting spells, seizures.

Those episodes, left untreated,
can degenerate to V-fib

and that, in turn,

can cause sudden death
in adults.

And children.

Alarm clock kids.

Startle them and...

The mutation can have

degrees of penetrance.

Your long QT syndrome
must have been

less significant
than Molly's, and hers

must be less than the version
your twins had.

Your son and your daughter

were literally capable
of being scared to death.

(sobbing)

Linda has this thing, too?

I know her as Molly, but yes.

I-I wrote...

her letters.

Every month s-since
I've been in here.

They came back
"return to sender"

for a while,
and after that I didn't have

an address for her.

But I wrote them anyway.

Would you give them to her?

Of course.

Thank you.

I told you
I think you're innocent.

Now we got to prove it.

Felicia Mancini and Molly Jones,
born Linda Mancini.

Mother and daughter,
each carrying a mutation

for the CACNA1C gene,

responsible for

long QT syndrome type 8.

Molly has been
spot-treating her anxiety

with beta blockers.

That's how she made it this far
without a serious incident.

Molly whisperer.

How's she doing?

Stable.
She was resting when I got

your text to come back here.
Okay, good.

Give her a regular dose
of propranolol

and we'll see
how the symptoms respond.

Also, give her

a cardiac MRI, stress EKG--
the whole

cardiac workup.
She'll need surgery to implant

a cardioverter-defibrillator.
And you can

soothe her with your
engagement stories.

You know,
the ones that you don't

tell us.
We've been busy.

I'm sure you have.

What about our second patient?

How do you treat a patient
with no symptoms?

WATSON:
No symptoms?

Felicia Mancini suffers
from an acute case

of unjust incarceration.

The treatment

is exoneration.

"The treatment is exoneration."

Those are four
words in English.

I'm just not sure they mean
anything in that combination.

What do you think happens

if we turn this case
over to a lawyer

who knows nothing
about genetics?

We believe Felicia's innocent.

We have the expertise
to prove it.

That makes it our jobs.

Are these police reports?

Police reports,
court documents.

Everything I could get
from my people at Scotland Yard.

Do you want us to review
this stuff, too?

WATSON:
Those are letters

from Felicia to her daughter.

Once Molly is stable,

we'll tell her the truth
and give her that box.

Okay.
Bury yourselves

in Felicia's case.

Find a handhold.

And treat your patient.

Question.

Yes, Dr. Derian?

(high-pitched ringing)
Watson?

You guys know what to do.

Report your findings.

SASHA:
Watson's not okay.

His concussion's clearly worse
than he's letting on.

He's barely holding it together.
STEPHENS: It's
almost like doctors

make the worst patients.
He's increasing his odds

of developing
post-concussion syndrome.

And he's at risk of making

a serious error with a patient.

He's a potential danger
to himself and others right now.

STEPHENS:
If he's unfit to work,

one of us has

the authority
to send him home.

Some might say one of us has
the duty to send him home.

ADAM:
Ingrid.

Talking about you over here.

(chuckles softly)

INGRID:
How big are
a two-year-old's lungs?

Alveolarization
is complete by then.

Something like
170 grams, all in.

How much water
do you think would fit

into a pair of lungs that size?

You need to go home.
You obviously haven't

been disclosing
all your symptoms.

You shouldn't be here.

Ask Molly Jones
if she thinks that.

Then ask Felicia Mancini
if she...

You're a patient, too.

And you're refusing
to get treated.

I'm gonna find out what
happened when you collapsed.

You realize that, don't you?

There was a witness.

Molly Jones has
long QT syndrome.

You can't
interrogate her.

If you're here
when I'm back from lunch,

I'll report my findings
to the medical director.

Security can escort you
from the building.

You can read up on Felicia
Mancini while you're home.

I circled the good stuff.

♪ ♪

Invite him along,
and the trip's ruined...
Good afternoon, ladies.

John.

Are you okay?

Devin Chaplin.

Executive director
of human resources.

It's good to see you again.

How long have you guys
been eating lunch together?

Is it often?
BOTH: Uh...

Sometimes.
Not usually.

No? 'Cause it's
a pretty sizable hospital.

What, about
two dozen departments in all?

And how long
have you been here, hmm?
Um...

That's nice.

I just had
my one-year anniversary.

(laughing):
Got it, the one year.

Just long enough to know
which side of the bagel

each one likes.

I'm sorry, I don't recall

giving you this spot
in the divorce.

(chuckles): Oh, but wait.

We haven't actually been
divorced yet, now have we?

And, Devin, can you
please remind me again

what is the policy

about disclosing
workplace romances?

John Watson.

(fading, echoing):
What do you want?

(high-pitched ringing)

(clearly):
I'm sorry, I just...

I shouldn't be here.

So, um...

I'm sorry.

SHINWELL:
Sorry. I was

in the canteen
when your text come through.

Oi.

You all right?

I saw him, Shinwell.

Holmes.

Saw him the other night.

Sherlock Holmes.

He's dead.

Saw Moriarty, too.

His hands--
they're everywhere I look.

The way I think, the way I feel.

It's like there's
a poison inside me.

It shouldn't be happening.

Thought I had years, Shinwell.

Months, at least.

Just too fast.

Let's get you home.

Come on.

So, I'm staying
with you tonight.

At least tonight.

Did you let her in here?

STILLWELL:
No.

She must have slipped in
while you were upstairs.

What are these?

Why do you have letters
from my mother?

What are you doing
in here, Molly?

I came in here
for an update.

The door was open
but nobody was in here.

Saw a pile of letters
with my name on them.

What is this, Dr. Watson?

I believe you have

a very dangerous mutation

to your CACNA1C gene.

Your brother and your sister
had it, too.

You all got it
from your mother.

If you're too agitated,
if you're startled,

you can trigger a cardiac event.

Is that what happened
to Brett and Serena, too?

Is my mom innocent?

Think we should
have that conversation

once you're stable.

She's been in prison
for 23 years,

I haven't answered
a single one of her letters,

and you're telling me
she didn't do it?

Molly, have you had
your beta blockers today?

She's been there
this entire time.

My mom.

Molly...
I left her there

to carry it by herself.

I left her in prison.

Molly, Molly, take... Hold on,
hold on, take deep breaths.

(coughs)
Please...

Molly.
(grunting)

Molly.

Get the code cart.

Patient presented
asystolic, no pulse.

EPI was administered.

We're now going to implant
a cardioverter-defibrillator.

(monitor beeping steadily)

(high-pitched ringing)

MARY:
John. John.

The surgery's over, John.
They installed

the ICD in her heart.
She's stable.

You saved her life.

But you still need to go home.

What happened earlier...

You're a doctor on my staff,

and you clearly
weren't yourself.

I have to document this.

My report goes
into your HR file.

If that stack of paper
gets too tall,

this won't be sustainable, John.

Ready for some sleep, guv?

Every time I take on a case,
I know it could be my last one.

These symptoms, they're...

they're gonna take my career.

Gonna take my memory.

You're gonna call me John Watson

and I won't even know
who that is.

I can't abandon these patients
in the middle of a case.

They need me.

I need them.

I cannot see where
you're abandoning anyone.

Hey?

Molly Jones knows
what's wrong with her,

and she knows how to manage it.

I'm not thinking about Molly.

I'm thinking about Felicia.

Perverse though
it may be,

she ain't
going nowhere.

When you're ready to work,

she'll be right there
where you left her.

Huh?

Here.

Thank you, Shinwell.

For being here for me.

Where else would I be?

(grunts)

(sighs)

Oh.

(phone rings)

NURSE:
Everett Assisted Living.

Dr. Conrad Tran.

Yes?
You were the

Allegheny County Coroner
for almost 20 years.

You did the autopsy
on Felicia Mancini's twins.

What do you want?

It's your lucky day.

Today, you get
a chance to right

your greatest wrong.
(beep)

(car door closes)

Business with Dr. Morstan?

It's for his own good.

Watson told me to do this.

He told me to go see Mary.

You're familiar with a man
named Sebastian Moran?

(sighs)

Moriarty's hatchet.

He has a cottage
in Wellington Mews,

directly adjacent
to the one occupied

by William and Nancy Evans.
(sighs)

I see you remember Bakewell,

and Mr. and Mrs. Evans.

I gather they were
quite kind to you.

Kinder than my own parents.

A single word from me
or our employer...

...and Sebastian Moran will call
on the Evans family.

I promise you,

a hatchet would be
the kindest option

available to them on that day.

One last thing.

You can swap these pills in

for the ones you've
been replacing.

Tamsulosin.

0.4 milligrams,

just as the man's
been prescribing.

Dr. Watson should be
feeling himself again soon.

Morning.

Morning.

Are you happy?

I beg your pardon?

You don't have
to give us details.

It's your private life.

I hope it was
everything you wanted.

I hope that you're happy.

I'm happy.

MAN:
Excuse me.

This is from Dr. Watson.

I'm supposed to tell
you it's important.

Oh.

Thank you so much.

TRAN:
My name is Conrad Tran.

Twenty-three years ago,

I performed an autopsy
on twin children

born to Felicia Mancini
and her husband.

The conclusion at the crime
scene was obvious:

Felicia Mancini

drowned her own children.

But my findings
didn't support that.

The children had
very little water

in their lungs.

I succumbed to the pressure.

I wrote a false finding.

I lied.

I wrote a false finding

under the entries
of lung weight,

one that supported

the conclusion of drowning.

We knew so little
of genetic medicine.

♪ I chased the waterfalls ♪

♪ I was the leaving kind ♪

♪ I never wasted time ♪

♪ You walked to watch my call ♪

♪ You saw the warning signs,
didn't mean... ♪

Shooting my shot here.

Dinner's still on.

No Allison, but you bring
this mysterious paramour.

We'd love to meet her.

Still a cannibal movie?
(chuckles softly)

You're gnawing on my liver.

You are kind.

I mean, you're nice, too,
but you're also kind.

You build these worlds
in your head, though.

You create a universe where
you can never do anything wrong,

even when you're living
with your brother's ex-fiancée.

You asked for my permission,

and I said yes.

What else could I say?

Doesn't mean that
I'm okay with it.

Doesn't mean that
I'm ready to see you together.

TRAN:
There was no credible

explanation for how
the children died.

I'm grateful to Dr. John Watson

for explaining to me
what really happened.

To Felicia Mancini
and her surviving child...

...I have no words.

Only the truth,

late though it may be.

I wish you peace and happiness

with your remaining days.

♪ Whatever we're
going through... ♪

ZACH:
Hey.

Hey, uh.

Sorry.

I-I did laundry.

I didn't mean to snoop. I...

I did laundry and I found it.

I ruined the surprise.

It's okay, babe.

(laughs)

Soon.

I promise, okay?

Mm-hmm.

Morning, Dr. Derian.

Watson.
Nice to have you back.

Thank you.

For circling the lung weight

on the medical report.

They were heavier than the lungs

of a two-year-old
could possibly be.

Even ones filled with water.

Did Dr. Tran record that
statement after you showed him?

Lay it all out in front of
him, and it's hard to deny.

Better to make a statement
and get ahead of everything.

And Felicia?
D.A. has the statement.

The results
of the genetic testing

on Molly and Felicia.

It's gonna
take some time,

but I'm confident
she'll be freed.

Ingrid.

You did a good thing.

The Spinal Signal Project.

I heard they turned you down.

Cianfrani and I,

we graduated from CMU
the same year.

I could talk to him.

I think you'd be an asset.

Is this a thank you
for helping with Felicia

or a bribe so that I don't find
out what happened when you fell?

That's water
under the bridge, Ingrid.

I'm doing much better now.

I'm happy to put in a good word.

If you still need to dig
around last week's business...

...follow your conscience,
I suppose.

MOLLY:
Dr. Watson.

Hi.

They're discharging
me today.

I think I'm ready
to see her.

I concur.

Yeah, well, I'm not
letting you off that easy.

I want my doctor there.

I'm an alarm clock kid.

(door buzzes in distance)

(indistinct conversations)

You okay?

Mm...

I'm about to see my mother

for the first time in 23 years,

So, no, I'm not okay at all.

And I kind of want
to hold your hand.

I understand.

(door buzzes, lock clicks)

Hi! Hi.
(gasps)

(both crying)