All language subtitles for Watson s01e11 The Dark Day Deduction.eng

Previously on Watson...

You should all pair off

and make little
mini pharmaceutical reps.

THE REP:
Our mutual employer has a task for you.

Professor Moriarty would like
similar specimens from each

of the fellows at the clinic.

So, you're collecting DNA.

The fellows' DNA
in the hands of Moriarty

can be used for only one thing:

to take them off
the field of play.

Fake samples it is, then.

How do you imagine this ends?

Moriarty finishes a plan
and then

promptly cleans house.
Shinwell, stay useful.

(helicopter whooshes past)

MAN:
Bravo Zero Four Command.

(continuing indistinctly)

Doc, it's time to go.

(indistinct chatter)

Colonel wanted us back
at the rally point in ten.

It's been fifteen.

MAN (over P.A.):
Copy. Recon, intercept. Doc!

(echoing): Recon, intercept.

I'm talking now, Doc!

(P.A. beeps)
WOMAN: Paging Dr. Chandler.

Dr. Chandler
to the nurses' desk.

(woman's voice
speaking indistinctly)

MAN:
...frequency, go ahead.

I see movement on the hill.

MAN (echoing):
247, Lima, four, Gamma.

WOMAN:
Patient Anderson to Guest Services.

Doc!

Doc!
Dean.

Dean.

You're not in Logar.

Listen to me. Listen to me,
baby. You're home.

You're home.
You're in the hospital. Move.

Move!
Listen.

Dean. Dean.

Dean.
Hey, hey, hey!

Mr. Kett.
Mr. Kett.

Mr. Kett.
His episodes are

usually 20 minutes. It's
been about six hours.

I'm sure the doctors
will figure it out, ma'am.

Right now, I think
I need to call security,

for your husband's safety.

No, sir, he doesn't
need to see

another psychiatrist.

He needs John Watson.
Well, he isn't

Dr. Watson's patient.
He should be.

Please.
It's long overdue.

I'm not looking.
I'm not thinking about looking.

What if the world
needs you, John Watson?

Well, the world's
just gonna have to wait

until I talk about my day.

I hear a lot of bragging
about your willpower.

I don't hear much about a day.

Okay, well, my day was good.
I had

three hours of research.
I had two patients. Wait.

I think "good"
is the wrong word.

It was saintly. (chuckles)
(chuckles)

I'm glad we're doing this again.

Me too.

(phone chimes, vibrates)

(scoffs) You have two phones?
That's new.

Well, that one is for the world.
This one is for people

who actually know
what a real emergency is.

Dean Kett is at UHOP.

(vocalizing quietly)

(peppy music playing)

ASSISTANT:
Mr. Croft, are you still there?

Yup. Yup. Yup.
Still here.

We are excited to have you
on Swasthya Yatra.

I am excited
to talk about my book.

Ms. Patel is still preparing,

but the podcast
should begin shortly.

No problem.
I will be here.

(elevator bell dings)

Why?

You're allowed
to say that, I see.

You gave us
fake DNA samples.

He's unhappy.

I said he's unhappy.
Unhappy with me

or unhappy with you?

Here to get the DNA myself.

What's gonna happen to
her after you've gone?

Ashleigh?

Where did you learn that name?

She's unwell as it is.

It's you that takes care of her.
Takes good care. I've seen it.

There is a human being
in there after all.

With a name of your
very own, I wager.

Listen, you're in
the middle of a river

with a scorpion
on your back like...

like there ain't a
reason it's a fable.

Get out.

Protect your daughter.

I will help you.

I don't want to hear
that name again.

Or what?

You done much killing, have you?

(lock clicks)

And, of course, anything happens

to Willian and Nancy Evans,

you can stop worrying
about Moriarty.

'Cause it'll be me
that kills you.

Who's to say you'll be around
to do anything?

'Cause we're
in the valley of fear, dear.

This is where I thrive.

(Adam vocalizing)

Oh. Uh, hi.

Um...

(American accent):
Oh. Uh... (laughs)

Oh.

Looks like... we're busted.

(laughs)
Can you just, um,

can you just
keep this between us?

It's... it's against
my company policy, so...

Oh.

Yeah, it's true.
Uh, Shelly and I,

we've been lovers for...

It's been a while now, innit?
Yeah, absolutely.

Yeah.
Yeah. Lovers?

That-That's great.
That's... that's so great. Um...

ASSISTANT:
We're ready for you, Mr. Croft.

We'll-we'll
get out of your way.

Oi, oi.
Mum's the word, yeah?

Yeah.

(chuckles)

He didn't hear anything.
I'll monitor the situation,

which isn't even a situation.

(British accent):
I'm not worried, my love.

Ta-ta for now.

(indistinct chatter)

Dean Kett's in this room?

He's having some kind of delusion.
(Dean shouting indistinctly)

Pushed half the furniture
against the door.

Dean needs help, not
a fight, Dr. Watson.

DEAN: Secure the perimeter!
Yes, I understand,

Hazel.
Okay, all right, we're gonna

push our way in, but we're
gonna be gentle with him.

Understand?

All right, follow my lead.
On three. (Dean continues shouting)

One, two, three.

Contact! Contact. Take
a position in the cage.

WATSON:
Dean. It's me.

It's John Watson, Dean.

You're-you're safe.

Okay? You're in a hospital.
You're-you're not in the field.

You.

You're safe.

The devil.

Aah!
(grunting)

All right, easy.
Stand down!

N-No. Stand down!

You're jeopardizing the mission!
Be easy with him! Be easy.

DEAN:
Did you-did you see him? He's...

he's the devil.

He's-he's-he's...

(indistinct radio chatter)

What the hell is this?

Halt!

Don't move!
I'm authorized to fire.

Hold up.

Trade.
It's just a kid

from the village, sergeant.

Yeah.

This is too jacked.

I'm getting our butts
out of here, all right?

Doc?
Pulling us out.

I will drag you out
of here if I have to.

I need another minute, Sergeant.

MARY:
I pictured him differently.

WATSON:
He was different.

Before I did all this.

John...
No, no. It's absolutely true.

Dean's leg, those delusions.

Everything you just saw.

I'm responsible for it all.

? ?

DEAN:
Doc, I will drag you out of here if I have to.

I need another minute, Sergeant.
Now, Major.

No, you don't understand.
Listen.

They asked me to take a look
at her. They had no idea

she has a rare genetic disorder.
Look at that. We do not have time.

No, you don't understand.
If I can study this patient,

I could save hundreds
of thousands of lives. Millions.

You don't understand, Major.

We're going back
to base right now.

Understood, Sergeant.

Tell him we're taking her
back to the base.

Yes, sir.

Let's get this show on the road.

(translator speaking
foreign language)

Gonna be okay. We're just
gonna take her back to base.

We're just gonna
get there safely,

and we're gonna handle this.

? ?

Hey.
We're Oscar Mike.

Wrap it up, Verney.

VERNEY:
IED! Everybody move!

Clear out!
Take cove...

WATSON: Two soldiers died.

The patient's husband did, too.

Dean Kett caught shrapnel
in his leg.

I put a tourniquet around it,
saved his life, but...

...it's a miracle
that we survived.

I...

didn't even know you
were in the Army.

How do you think I paid
for medical school?

I am sincerely sorry
that happened to you.

With respect, I'm also
not sure how to help.

Do you want us to brainstorm
new treatments for PTSD?

It's PTS.

It's an injury, not a disorder.

WATSON: Well, it's not PTS

or PTSD.
Well, not entirely, anyway.

I think Dean has something else.

Uh, do you actually
believe that?

Or do you just want to believe
it so you could help him?

Ingrid, when people say
you have no filter,

I want you
to remember this moment.

WATSON:
Dean's never had delusions

this prolonged before.

If it was just his PTS,

then we wouldn't expect it
to worsen like this.

After Dean was sedated,

I saw evidence of a sore
at his amputation site,

possibly from an infection

or pressure from a
poorly fitting prosthesis.

His wife Hazel started him on
oral antibiotics three days ago.

Do you think it could be
substance-induced psychosis?

What about delirium secondary to

underlying sepsis?

I mean, that infection could
have spread to his bloodstream.

He's also not currently
being treated for MRSA.

We could consider broadening
his antibiotic coverage.

Thank you for setting
your doubts aside

and jumping in the pond.
But yes,

I agree- the second step

is to change
Dean's antibiotics.

If that's the second step,
what comes first?

First, I have to convince Dean
to let me treat him.

Uh, what was wrong
with the woman?

The-the woman you treated
in Afghanistan.

I'm fairly certain she had
a genetic disorder called FCS.

So rare it's the only case
I've ever seen.

Wait, you met someone

with familial
chylomicronemia syndrome?

WATSON:
I was surprised as you are.

What I could have learned
if I'd studied that woman.

There would have
been implications

for preventing
heart disease, strokes.

Would have been a game changer.

You didn't want to go back
and see her... after?

I tried, but her family
spread out after the attack.

Her first name was Ramiza.

Whatever else I could have
learned from studying her-

it's all just a casualty now.

(helicopter whooshing past)

(P.A. beeps)

(indistinct announcement
over P.A.)

(grunts softly)

Dean.

You're at the University
Hospital of Pittsburgh.

Your wife's downstairs
getting food, so...

I'm staying here with you.

I'd like to take care
of you, Dean.

I've already prescribed you
a new course of antibiotics, and

I'd like to keep going,
if you let me.

I'd like for you to leave

and never come back.

Major Watson.

You recognize me.
That's a good thing, Dean.

Dean, I...

I spent more than a decade...

just trying to figure out
the right thing to say to you.

I've called you and reached out
so many times, it's...

I understand and accept that
you didn't want to hear from me.

I get it.

What happened that day-

what I did...
Stop.

I'm sorry for it, Dean.

Stop!

If you're still talking
about what happened,

then you still don't get it.

What else am I supposed
to talk about?

I'm only trying to help.

Help?

I would never let you help me.

No, that-that
would be a gift.

A present that you
could just open up

and forget about what happened.

But I didn't get that option.

Verney

didn't get that option.

(grunts)

Dean, you have an infection
in your residual limb.

Those new antibiotics
should help,

but I still need
to examine you.

It's not-it's
not my leg.

It's my...
it's my stomach.

Okay, can you describe the
pain for me? Does it radiate?

I'm not telling you
anything else, Major.

I think it's time
for you to leave now.

You know, there are a lot
of excellent doctors here.

Some don't think
much more of me than you do.

At least let me refer
one of them to you.

But I don't hate you.
WATSON: You don't have to hate me.

You just have to
pretend to hate me

to treat the patient.

Who's actually your patient.

Who's actually
our patient.

Except Dean Kett
wants a new doctor.

Which is you.

Your patient is complaining
about abdominal pain.

Could be related
to gastroenteritis,

so let's send some labs
and order some imaging

so we can rule out
the surgical causes.

He needs help,
so I'll help him.

But for the record, I'm not sure

ignoring Dean Kett again
is the way to go.

Come on.

?

(American accent): Doesn't this
seem like the kind of place

that should have
a bathroom attendant?

(chuckles)
Totally. You get to

tip someone for
washing your own hands.

(laughs)

(phone vibrates)
Oh.

(typing)
(phone chimes)

I get tip anxiety whenever...

? ?

(engine starts)

(grunts)
SASHA: Your abdomen sensitive to touch?

HAZEL:
On and off.

We thought he had
a stomach bug last week.

Yeah, but the pain's
not, uh, too bad.

They can give me
an ultrasound at the VA, so...

Let's just see
what they can do here, Dean.

It's not like Dr. Lubbock
is with Watson.

Watson? Definitely not.

He just hides in
his ivory tower,

hardly ever leaves
that clinic

unless something's
in it for him.

(Dean chuckles)

Y'all seen the kinds
of shirts that he wears?

I mean, how deep does
that V need to be?

(chuckles, grunts)

It's all right, Dean.
We'll figure it out.

All right?

? ?

(grunts softly)

(helicopter whooshing past)
Dean?

Dean?

Y-You okay, honey?

Hmm?

I'll drag you out if I have to.

No, no, no. Dean?

Dean? Dean?
Stop, you're home.

It's all right, you're in
the hospital, it's all right.

No, you don't understand.

(grunts)

We're going back to the base
right now!

(groans)

We're Oscar Mike.

Wrap it up!

Go.

(alarm beeping)
Oh. Oh...

Oh...

He went that way.

I don't think he
knows where he is.

Okay, I'll take care of it.

Dean Kett is missing.
Call a Code Green.

I'll cover the elevator.

Dean Kett. He has one leg,
he's delusional,

he's suffering from
an unknown ailment

that's compromising
his digestion.

He's still a combat vet
with two tours overseas

and countless trips
outside the wire.

If he doesn't want us
to find him,

Dean is not
gonna be easy to find.

I had security on a Code Green
within a minute

of losing sight of him.

Nobody's seen him since.
Well, we

can't assume that
he's still at UHOP.

What'd you learn
from his wife?

Um, before he woke up,
Hazel said that

he's been
going to the gym a lot.

But he never gave her
the name, though.

Now, Hazel will let you and
Dr. Derian into his house.

I want doctors there to post up
in case he comes back.

See what you can learn
while you're waiting.

Lurk and snoop.
Copy.

Filter.

Shinwell and Crofts,

here are the names of everyone

I can remember at FOB Shank.

I want you
making some calls.

What is FOB Shank?

Forward Operating Base Shank.

Also known as Rocket City.

Spent less than two weeks there

and I'm still having
nightmares about it.

Call every name
on that list.

One of them may lead you
to where Dean is headed.

Understood, guv.

And what are you going
to do, Dr. Watson?

I'm gonna help security
with the Code Green.

Check on some places they may
not have thought to have looked.

I'll go with you.

It's a missing patient
in my hospital.

It's Dean Kett.

INGRID:
Been awfully quiet lately.

What? I'm totally normal.

Oh, no, there has been
a distinct lack

of diarrhea of the mouth
and intrusive questioning.

You got weird.
It's okay.

I did not get weird.
I have no idea

what you're talking about.
You think

I told you something last week.

About my dad.

I think? You told me
what you did.

You trying to
walk back on it?

I have no argument with any
interpretation of my words.

My interpretation is that
you killed your father.

I mean, you had your reasons.
But that's where I landed.

Not confirming.
Not arguing.

What's with the lack
of follow-up, though?

I have no idea
how to follow up on that.

Well, here's your chance.
Any questions?

Are we just

never gonna talk again?

No.
I can handle it.

Just bear with me, okay?
(sighs)

You know, I guess
I've been wondering.

Are you okay with it?

Does it... keep you up?

Yes.

And no.

Oh, I see what's
happening. You lost

your edge and you're
trying to get it back.

What?
You were vulnerable

and you're not used to it
and now you're trying

to reclaim your power.

Well, I hereby grant it to you.

That's stupid.

What is that?

Oh, look who doesn't
want to talk about it now.

I'm serious.

(gasps softly)

Look at this.

This trunk
is full of Army stuff.

Everything's old
except for this folder.

Huh.

Looks like he's been
tracking his workouts.

Okay.

But why would
he want to hide it?

You looked
in there already, John.

I know.
The security camera

caught Dean doubling back
at one point.

Thought he might have
hid in there.

We've been at it for hours.

Let's just take five minutes,
clear away some clutter,

so an idea can jump in.

(sighs)

So, how was your day?

(chuckles)

Honestly?

Not good. You?

I'll be honest, too.
This still beats meetings.

You know why I
really came to help?

I feel guilty.

About what?

I told you I pictured
Dean differently.

Truth is, I never thought
about who he was,

I just heard
the words

and thought
about the end.

The end.

You and me. It
started that day.

You came back
home and...

something was
broken inside you.

You were quieter.

Lost.

I couldn't reach you.

I tried. I wanted to help you.

But you didn't need me.

What you needed
was in London.

You needed to find
Sherlock Holmes.

Never thought of it like that.

Thank you.

For not denying it.

(sighs)

You don't have to
get on your knees...

No, no, not apologizing.

Looking at the footprints.

If you catch it
just right in the light...

This floor was waxed,
what, about an hour ago?

You can just make out

the footprints of a man
with a prosthetic.

I see them.

Dean's been

dragging his
left foot.

Something's wrong

with his good leg.

(door opens)

WOMAN:
Ma'am?

I'm a volunteer
with the hospital.

Does your daughter
need anything?

No, we're quite all right,
thank you.

That's for you.

Didn't expect
to have this back so soon.

He says no
mistakes this time.

(door opens)

MARY:
Oh, damn it.

Oh, sorry, Murray.

Good job.

(phone vibrates)

Hello?

Don't do anything yet.
We'll...

we'll be right there.

What is it?
There's a patient

waiting for a heart transplant.

The organ flew in from Columbus,

but the chopper can't land.

There's somebody
standing on the helipad.

Lower your hoist
and initiate extraction!

Initiate extraction!

Dean! Back up!

Back up!

That helicopter has a heart
for a transplant.

You got to come inside.

Stay back.

Listen, Dean, listen to me.

You're not in Logar anymore.

You're home, Dean.

What's wrong with your leg?

Whoa, whoa.

(grunting)

Major?

Let go of me.

All right, listen
to me. Listen to me.

Let me say something to you.
Let me say something first.

It wasn't about
what I did that day.

It was never about what I did.
It was about who I was.

I was a doctor over there, Dean.

I used the Army to pay
for medical school,

but it didn't make me a soldier.

I was a doctor.
I was always a doctor.

That's why I thought
about that woman

before I thought
about you.

And that's why Verney
and-and Robinson-

that's why they're dead.

And that's why
you lost your leg.

But it's also why
you need me now.

Listen to me.

I'm sorry, Dean.
I'm so sorry.

I can never make
that up to you.

But I can take care of you.

I can't...
I can't feel my leg, Major.

What's happening to me?

(grunts)
I got you.

We're gonna figure it out.
But I got you, Sergeant.

Okay? I got you.

You really tore yourself up.

We'll keep the prosthetic
off for now.

No more battling helicopters.

All right, Dean, can you
raise your leg for me?

Uh, yeah.

I... I-I can't.

Why-why is this happening?

Something's affecting
your motor nerves.

The signal to move
is not making its way

to your leg muscles.

Your arm strength

still okay?
Still?

He could lose that too?
Not if we figure out

what's wrong with
him and treat it.

Get me an LP kit.
Yeah.

Be right back, Dr. Watson.

DEAN:
Um, so, this-this

thing might be
creeping up my body?

I-I might be paralyzed?

WATSON:
Ascending paralysis is

a symptom of something else.
And what about

his lungs? I mean, he needs
muscles to-to breathe.

Listen, I understand
you're both scared,

but you need to focus
on what's happening right now.

Dean had a stomach bug
before all of this started.

A gastro infection combined
with the ascending paralysis

is concerning for Guillain-Barr�
syndrome. It's a rare

disorder that
causes the body's immune system

to attack the peripheral nerves.

Now, it's treatable, but
we need to do a lumbar puncture

first to confirm the diagnosis.

How much time do I have

before I can't breathe anymore?

Here and now, Dean.

Here and now.

Understood, Doc.
Lock and load.

All right.

(laughs)

Love knows
no boundaries.

Oh, my love.

You saved me.

I need those notes
for my interviews tonight.

Mm. Well, I almost
threw them away,

but I'm not out to
sabotage your success.

Not yet. Ghost me
another week, we'll see.

STEPHENS:
Lauren.

Hi.

You should keep an eye
on your brother.

I think he might be
losing his memory.

Hey, you lost
your makeup bag.

Actually, I checked
my purse again this morning,

and it was there the whole time.
Hey.

So the only thing I'm still
missing is my boyfriend.

Yeah?
Yeah.

Hey.

Nice glasses.
It's a good change.

(groans softly)

All those canceled dates
caught up to you? Yeah.

I'm just gonna stop
making plans.

Then I won't have
to cancel them.

That's an ingenious solution.
Right, you get it.

I'm in a window.
Work has to be the priority.

I was in a window, too.

That's how I lost Lauren.

SASHA:
Learn anything?

Not enough.

Where have you two been?

INGRID: You have got to
check your text messages.

We hit up both the regular phone

and the bat phone.

I've been in the zone.
What's up?

We went to six gyms in
Bloomfield this morning.

As all highly-trained
doctors do. Filter.

Turns out
that Dean has been working

at a place called Ruck Rampage.

Neither a video game
nor a gay bar.

Filter.

You keep saying "filter."

I'm training Ingrid
to be a house dog.

We spoke to one of the
trainers at the gym.

Turns out, the reason why he's
been hiding his workout records

is because he's trying to pass
the Army fitness test.

He wants to reenlist?
INGRID: Apparently so.

And given his situation,

I don't know, seems
like a fool's errand?

That was with the filter.

Amputees are eligible
for some duties,

but Dean's been home
for 13 years now.

INGRID:
Yeah, we're not sure that matters.

But we know how much
this patient means to you.

INGRID:
If you look at me

like that every time
I say something nice,

I will never do it again.

Understand?
Mm-hmm.

SHINWELL:
Guv?

Dean Kett wants to see you.

DEAN: I could always feel
it when a mission went bad, Doc.

(breathes shakily)

It's part of what
kept me alive out there.

No, we're not
quite there yet.

Your lumbar puncture is...

borderline for Guillain-Barr�.

I want to keep looking.
Yeah, no one's quitting on you, Doc.

Keep right on doing your thing.

(breathing shallowly):
Just... there's something

I-I need to... say.

Just in case.

I don't like
the way your breathing sounds.

Get him on some oxygen.

That day in Logar.

The bomb.

It didn't need to go off.

I know, Dean. I'm sorry.

Yeah, I'm not...
not talking about you.

(rapid beeping)

Call the rapid response team.
We may need to intubate.

I mean me.

I... could have
stopped the attack.

I, I should have
stopped the attack.

Listen, I need you to
save your breath, okay?

I need you, I need you,

I need you to listen.

This could be...
the last thing that I...

I ever say.

Please, just, just listen.

Okay.

I saw the bomber.

I should have fired.

Halt!

If you tell someone to halt...
Halt!

...and they don't, you fire.

But I knew him.

I knew the kid.

Izar.

Izar. (cries softly)

My orders were to protect you.

And I couldn't do it,
I...

I couldn't do the job.

And I blamed you.

(shallow breathing)

(alarm sounding)
I... I blamed you.

Sergeant, stay with me,
Sergeant, okay? Stay with me.

Patient is
in respiratory distress.

We need to intubate.
Getting oxygen prepped.

I blamed you

when I was the coward

that couldn't pull the trigger.

It wasn't your fault, Dean.

All right, lock it.
Prep the mask.

(indistinct chatter)

(rapid beeping)

(monitor beeping steadily)

(sighs)

John.

We're not in med school
anymore.

All-nighters take a bite.

Yeah, you know,
I was just, um...

I was just watching
Dean and... thinking.

And... it just
kind of happened.

I'll take a shift.

Get some food.
Change your clothes.

I got this shift.
I know you do.

I'm not ready to move yet.

Yeah. You know, um,
for the record...

...I didn't need
Sherlock and not you.

I needed you both.

I was aimless when I came back.

He helped me with that.

But I needed you to

teach me to stop
putting myself first.

Do you ever think about

what things would have
been like if I never left?

(sighs)

Sometimes.

Port wine.

John, does Dean
have blood in his urine?

It's not blood.
Not exactly.

I don't think Dean
just got sick.

If I'm looking at what
I think I'm looking at,

Dean has had this
his whole life.

You're here. Um...

We were supposed
to have this fixed by now.

WATSON:
Faint body odor,

bloodshot eyes,

and a whiteboard full
of your best ideas.

Diagnosis: an all-nighter.

We had a breakthrough
around 4:00 a.m.

It is not a breakthrough
if the idea sucks.

WATSON:
Filter.

Didn't ask you to, but
you stayed all night.

I hired well. Thank you.

INGRID:
You seem peppy.

What gives?

WATSON:
I'm proud of you all.

You even have the answer
buried under some...

truly disturbing ramblings.

Call around.

We need lots and lots of hemin.

INGRID:
Porphyria.

(scoffs)

So basically, I could have
just slept in my own bed?

Porphyria. It's a disorder

where the body
can't produce enough heme.

It's a crucial component
to the red blood cell.

It's tricky to diagnose
because

it lies dormant until something
triggers an attack.

Now, Dean's been
on an intense

exercise regimen lately.

That could have triggered
the stomachaches

and the prolonged
delusions.

And you're just gonna...

give him an IV,
and he's gonna get better?

I'm starting him on hemin

because his body
can't make any right now.

Will he be okay?
I mean, will he be Dean?

We'll have to wait and see.

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I don't know if I'm ready, Doc.

I don't think my stomach can
handle Army chow just yet.

Oh, that's not
just any chow.

That's the Chili Mac MRE,

and listen, if you think
that stuff was easy to get,

you've been overestimating me.

I think I have you estimated
just about right, man.

I'm gonna save this one.

It'll be my last
government-issued chow

I ever try to choke down.

What about reenlisting?

It's time for me to figure out
who I am when I'm not fighting.

Well, let me know
if I can help with that.

Oh, so you're gonna
leave me hanging?

Look, I'm pretty much
out of tricks, Dean.

That Afghan woman, uh, the one
that you were taking care of-

were you serious
when you said

that she might be
a game changer?

Absolutely.
She's my genetic white whale.

That dark day.

It's never going to go away
for either one of us.

But maybe we might make it
mean something different.

You were stationed

at our base for, what,
about-about two weeks?

Mm-hmm.
Yeah, well,

I spent a year there.

I knew the people
in those villages, Doc.

I knew her.

I've always known her.

Ramiza Asadullah.

When the war was winding down,

her family applied
for refugee status here

and I... I wrote a statement
on their behalf.

She lives in Kansas City?

Look, I've-I've always known
where she is.

I just thought you were
an arrogant glory hound.

But I, uh, I have you
estimated right now.

I, um...

I really don't know what to say.

Don't say anything.

Go change the world.

What?

Just the one, right?

I beg your pardon?

I mean, you either did
or didn't do something that was

hard and horrible
to protect your sister.

But it was just the one, right?
You didn't, like,

get a taste for it
or anything?

(laughs)

This is not the moment
for a power trip.

This is the moment to say
the words "just the one."

Just the one.

I need you to look here
and not look away.

You have nothing to be
awkward or nervous about.

Not with me.

I'm here to help you
and I'm gonna help you.

That guy-
whoever's

trying to blackmail
you or whatever-

he might know
what you did.

But he doesn't know who you are.

And he damn sure
doesn't know about me.

(laughs softly)

Thank you.

You'd make an excellent
serial killer.

Good night, Ingrid.

I don't know why
you're just standing there.

I have my pitch
all planned out.

And I'm not nervous.

Oh, I'm not
here for you.

I'm here for me.

Something incredible
is about to happen in here.

You think?

I never thought that I would
see this woman again.

I mean, she's alive,
she's in Missouri,

and she's about to get
on a meeting with me.

That's amazing.

But I'm not talking
about Ramiza.

What are you here for?

(laptop chimes)

She's in the waiting room.

Go on, then.

(clears throat)

I remember you.

You look just the same.

There it is.
WATSON: Yes, yes.

I remember you, too, Ramiza,
and you also

look just the same.
Listen,

I've been waiting so long
to talk to you, so...

I see you've been working
on your English.

It sounds great.

Yes, I have been taking classes.

I, um...
I-I really didn't think

that I would get a chance
to talk to you again.

SHINWELL:
I told you,

everything's fine.

THE REP:
I have your assessment.

I've passed it along
to our mutual employer.

So what do you want?

(Lauren scoffs)

You seriously had to prop
the door open for me?

Yeah. They're weird
about security here.

Um, one sec.
Just wrapping up.

Our mutual employer
sends his regards.

As of this moment,

your services
are no longer required.

What?

Thank you for your service.

ADAM:
I don't feel like going out for pizza tonight.

So I got us a table
at Pusadee's.

Shut up. Same day?
(chuckles)

I begged.

Hey.

I've been in my head
for a minute now,

but you deserve
my full attention.

(engine starts)
Do be careful, Shinwell.

It's a dangerous world.

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