All language subtitles for Watson s01e12 My Lifes Work 1.eng

Previously on Watson...

Five years sober is major.

You started rehab sophomore year

of college.
I relapsed.

What you said
about me last week.

You have no idea who I am.

I didn't label you.

I said
you lie often and casually.

I told you something last week
about my dad.

My interpretation is
that you killed your father.

MORIARTY:
This place is sacred ground.

Why would this be sacred ground?

Oh, you tell me, Ingrid.

He's not down
there anymore.

I have him now.

So you're collecting DNA?

Professor Moriarty
would like similar specimens

from each of the fellows
at the clinic.

(clears throat)

THE REP:
You gave us fake DNA samples.

He says, no mistakes this time.

(snoring loudly)

The patient's been asleep
for 14 hours and counting

this time.
(loud snoring)

There's no mystery here.

I will bet you all
a hundred dollars

this is Kleine-Levin Syndrome.

SASHA:
Mike Dwyer's in his 30s.

That's late for Kleine-Levin.

Unless there's

a trigger like
this change-of-address form.

Patient's only been at his
current address for two months.

That's when he started
sleeping all the time.

Crofts, what do you see
at the location?

Basement of his building
is a shared laundry room.

But there's a subbasement.

(creaking)

Looks like an old
bomb shelter.

(buzzing)

Doesn't look like
anyone's been down here

for quite some time.

Look at this.

(coughing)

That's black mold.
Put your mask on!

(coughs, groans)

STEPHENS:
Mike Dwyer is living on top

of a thriving colony
of black mold.

Black mold contamination.

We'll monitor the patient while
his body expels the spores,

and we'll give him a letter
for mold remediation

once he wakes up.

Mystery solved,
with plenty of time

to wash the mold off
before dinner.

It's my fifth date
with Nell.

Don't embarrass me.
(chuckles)

ADAM:
When you're a kid with a twin,

your friends just want
to know one thing-

if it came down to it,
could you pass?

Same outfit,
same hairstyle.

Could I pass for Stephens?

Could Stephens
pass for me?

LAUREN:
Oh, I can answer that one.

Absolutely not.

(laughs)

You sound so confident.
I've dated both of you.

Who's more qualified
to weigh in here than me?

So you're saying
there's no way?

It's got nothing
to do with clothes.

It's an energy thing.

You're Adam,
you're Stephens.

Never the twain
shall meet.

I'm so sorry.
Um, I forgot to ask.

Could I see a list
of your mocktails?

Of course, sir.
Thank you.

We hated that question.

I did everything I could
to set myself apart from Adam.

Unless, of course,
it was Halloween.

Oh. What happened
on Halloween?

On Halloween, we leaned into it,
we wore the same costume.

I disappeared
into Stephens

and Stephens disappeared
into me,

and on that night we were one.

Ooh.
LAUREN: Sorry.

Maybe you fooled
eighth graders.

Guess what.
Eighth graders are dumb.

We fooled everybody. I...

(laughs)
I got Adam grounded one year

because, um, our own mother
couldn't tell who was who. No.

(laughs)

Honestly,
we could pull it off right now.

I could be Adam
for all you know.

I hope you're not Adam.

ADAM:
When you're a kid with a twin,

your friends just want
to know if you can pass.

(laughs)

You just said that, babe.

Is this part
of the story, or...?

(laughs)
ADAM: Right?

(laughing):
Sorry.

So, it's not the same

as dating twins,
but my friend

Joyce in New York- she...

SASHA:
Surprise meeting?

Anybody got any guesses?

INGRID:
There's no plastic tarp on the floor.

We're not getting whacked.

He didn't tell you
either, huh?

Dr. Morstan, wow,
Watson invited you, too?

I resisted the urge
to bring an attorney.

WATSON:
No, there's no calls for a lawyer

because we're here to...
celebrate.

The Holmes Clinic

attracts people
from all over the world.

As you all know,
almost every patient

that comes through here
donates a DNA sample.

A consensual,
anonymous contribution

to the world's
body of knowledge.

We're not just helping people.

We're building a library.

I have been working on a project

to put that rare DNA we collect

to use for the good
of the species.

"The Watson Database
of Human Mutations."

It's my life's work.
It's our life's work.

There's going to be an article
in the New Scientist next week.

This clinic

is the hub
for a project

cataloging every mutation
known to mankind.

So once that paper comes out,
this place is gonna be a magnet

for mutations
from all over the world.

It's going
to be very busy in here.

Shinwell's going
to need some help.

Anyone heard from Shinwell?

The man's never missed
a day of work.

We're all listed as authors.

We shared the work,

we should share
the credit.

Excuse me.

Can I help you with something?

MORIARTY:
I'm sorry to interrupt.

I've been having migraines,
and my ENT said

maybe I should come here
for a second opinion?

I'm sorry,
we don't take walk-ins here.

I'll see him.

If he's having headaches,

we can't let him walk out of
here without a neuro workup

'cause it could
blow back on us.

Okay.

This place is awesome.

Thank you.

What do you want?
Relax.

I'm here to set you free.
What does that mean?

Don't talk in riddles.

Dr. Watson curates
a cutting-edge

genetics lab
but 20 feet from here.

I'm sure he's growing some

adeno-associated virus
for his experiments.

That's a viral vector.

I know
what adeno-associated virus is. Good.

All you have to do is find
the samples he's growing.

Pour the contents
of these packets

into each
and every culture dish.

You want me
to sabotage Watson's research.

Why?
Just do it for me.

And then you're free.

I don't believe you.

There's no way that's the
only thing you want me to do.

This place has got you
confused, Ingrid.

You were born to be
a certain kind of person,

and you're fighting that.

You can be who you are.

Is this the last thing
I'll ask you to do?

Of course not.

But everything
after this will be easy.

Are you him?

Are you James Moriarty?

(laughs softly)

Of course I am.

(laughs)

Dr. Watson thinks
my fingers are webbed.

It's all just
sleight of hand, really.

If a geneticist is chasing you,
show him syndactyly.

Direct his eye
where you want it to go.

I did all this so I could
introduce you to yourself.

(door opens)

(door closes)

Have you seen your brother?

Uh, no. He's not back
from lunch yet.

Why?
I just got a very strange phone call

from the nurse's
station on six.

Can I have my purse back?
(muttering): This one...

Hey, come on,
now, Dr. Croft.

(elevator bell dings)

Adam, what the hell
are you doing?

He picked up my bag and just
started digging through it.

What's the matter with you?

I-I'm-I'm-I'm not,
I'm not done... WATSON: Adam.

Dr. Croft!

I need to take this.

Okay? Listen,
we're gonna get

a room ready for you,
you can rest there.

I was looking at that.
WATSON: I understand.

It's gonna be okay.

We need to admit Dr. Croft.

Be gentle, but I want you
to check his vitals

and take his blood and
urine for a tox screen.

(clears throat)

STEPHENS:
A tox screen? Adam's been sober for five years.

We're looking
at the same picture, right?

Obviously, this is strange,
but Adam was exposed

to black mold yesterday.
Stephens,

we are gonna
consider everything,

but we can't
ignore the obvious.

I have to run a tox screen.

We have to consider
the possibility

that Adam is having
a relapse.

* *

How's the weather
over there?

I can tell

when things are cloudy
in your head.

Are you okay?

I'm fine. Thanks.

Ingrid.

What's going on?

STEPHENS:
I need everyone

in the conference room.

We have a new patient.

My brother needs help.

What's wrong with Adam?

Is he high?
No. Adam is sober.

He has a history
of addiction.

He's experiencing
short-term memory loss,

lowered inhibitions.

We can't ignore relapse.

I have a diagnosis for Adam.

He's annoying, and I say that
with all love and respect.

Can you call someone "annoying"
respectfully?

If he's your identical twin,
yes, you absolutely can.

(chuckles)

Look, my brother takes recovery
very seriously.

I don't believe that he's high,

but Adam has already
given blood and urine

for a tox screen.

It'll show what it shows,

but I don't want
to sit around waiting.

Why are you looking at me?

Your colleague has conviction.

You said

Adam was exposed
to toxic mold yesterday?

INGRID: I mean, who knows
what else was in that bunker?

Sounds like
a mycotoxic playground.

What did Adam eat last night?

STEPHENS:
Some sort of...

overpriced,
pretentious vegan mush.

Definitely looked capable
of causing illness.

With your
permission,

here's what
I propose.

Dr. Croft, you head back
to the subbasement.

Take pictures
and catalog anything

that could account
for Adam's symptoms.

Sasha, you can see what you
can learn from the restaurant

and you can
help Stephens.

Ingrid, you can supervise
Adam's tests.

Rule out trauma, stroke,
or any other lesions.

If the tox screen
comes back negative,

then we'll have a head start.

Sound good?

Thank you.

Your brother's lucky
to have you.

(phone chimes, buzzes)

It's Adam.

There's a bandage
on my arm.

You drew blood.

Watson's running a tox screen,

but it's a precaution.

A precaution.

That's good.
We're not waiting around.

We'll figure this out.

It's gonna come back positive.

What?
Tox screen.

It's gonna come back positive
for hydrocodone.

Lauren had her wisdom teeth out.

She had a prescription for it.

She was traveling last weekend
and...

Lauren forgot it was there,
I forgot it was there

until I went looking
for toothpaste.

I had the weekend
to myself.

I took six pills
over two days.

It was a relapse,
Stephens.

You're getting engaged.

You have a book coming out.

Why?

(chuckles softly)

Because I have
a book coming out?

Because I'm getting engaged?

It's addiction.
There's no logic.

Stephens.

It's Wednesday.

I took the last pill
Sunday morning.

I'm gonna test positive,

but I-I wasn't high
this morning.

I don't know what's going on.

Should I tell
Watson now?

N-No. No way.

We still have a few hours
to figure this out,

and I want to know
what's happening

before the results land,

so no one thinks
that you were high at work.

You made a mistake.

We'll deal
with it, Adam.

Thank you.

Seriously.

INGRID:
I'm sorry I wouldn't talk to you before.

I was scared.

The blackmail.

(indistinct chatter)

MORIARTY:
Uh, hold that!

Thanks.
Mm-hmm.

Oh, hey. How are the,
uh, the headaches?

Oh.
(chuckles)

I'm feeling great.
Thanks for asking.

Mm.

That, uh, doctor was
very generous with her time.

I'm grateful.
Okay, good, good.

INGRID: It would feel so good
to tell you all about it, Sasha.

But here's the thing-

we all have a circle of people
we're looking out for.

It can only get so big.

I'm taking care of me
and my sister.

(shuddering)

Doesn't sound like much.

But it's enough.
(shudders)

If I'm not careful,

if I let it grow...

(shudders, sniffles)

...soon I'm taking care
of everyone.

And that's the same
as taking care of...

(sniffles)
no one at all.

MORIARTY:
I, um...

wasn't trying to eavesdrop.

I guess I walked in
at just the right time.

But what you're doing
at your clinic...

sounds incredible.

A database of human mutations.

Wow.

You overheard a lot.

Enough
to be impressed.

But don't be nervous-
I'll never tell.

(chuckles)

(whispers):
You're a good person.

You haven't had to learn
the things I've learned yet.

(elevator bell dings)

Um, thank you

for what you're doing
for all of us.

We'll probably never meet
again, but...

...I'm a big fan.

Thank you.

It was fun to picture
a different version of me.

But she can never be real.

(sniffles)

MARY:
John.

Did you learn
anything about Adam?

Not yet. We're still working
a few different angles.

I asked to be the first
one to see his tox screen.

He's a doctor in my hospital.
I have to know if he's high.

I'm sorry, John.

He tested positive
for opiates. (sighs)

We'll test again.

Keep looking for anything
that might help.

But with what I'm seeing
right now,

I have to treat this as a case

of workplace
intoxication.

I should tell Stephens
before we do anything.

He's gonna take this hard.

(phone buzzing)

This is Watson.

The OR?

Be gentle.

We're on our way.

Dr. Croft just wandered
into the operating room.

Okay, that is a dangerous tool.

I need you
to put that down.

Come on, it's all
right. Put it down.

I need you to
put that down. Excuse me.

Adam.
That is a dangerous tool.

We were prepping the OR
when he came in.

It's like he can barely hear us.

SURGEON:
You need to give that back to us.

Stephens?

What are you doing?

Have you seen this thing?

It is absolutely
incredible.

(TV switching channels)
All right.

Okay, let's give that a rest.

(TV turns off)
Okay.

Here we go.

You're okay.
(TV turns on)

My son loves remotes...

(mutes monitor)

Now that they're both presenting
with the same symptoms,

we have to reconsider everything
we thought we had observed.

Dr. Derian, what are you seeing?

Hypermetamorphosis.

That's why they're
losing their minds

about everything.

Extensive attentiveness

to visual stimuli,

with a tendency to
touch each stimulus.

MARY:
You'd think he'd never seen a mug before.

Or he doesn't know he has.
Visual agnosia.

Yes, Dr. Morstan.

Their eyes are working...

But their brains aren't
processing what they're seeing.

(uncaps marker,
writes on board)

We've witnessed

all of these symptoms.

Plus disassociation.

They're dissociative
during these episodes.

And then suddenly
lucid again and back

to their bickering selves.

(phones chiming, buzzing)
Oh.

Something's happening.

BECK:
Dr. Croft, you can't eat that.

LANA:
Don't put that in your mouth.

Doctor, please.
Where'd they get all this?

They pulled a meal cart
in from the hall.

As in the collection cart?

They're eating other
patients' leftovers?

Hyperphagia.
Insatiable eating.

Book the MRI stat.

They just had MRIs.
I know.

INGRID:
For the results to be different, their brains

would have to be
changing rapidly.

I know, Ingrid,
I need you to move fast.

Book the MRI.

You were right.
They changed.

In four hours
their temporal lobes changed.

These angry-looking
signal abnormalities.

Exactly. Pica coexists with
the Crofts' other symptoms

in just one
diagnosis.

Kl�ver-Bucy syndrome.

What's the prognosis?

Cascading brain
damage unless

the underlying
cause is treated.

It's fatal?
Okay, Sasha, just stay here.

Underlying cause.
INGRID: Uh, neurosyphilis.

Meningitis.

Stroke.
Syphilis

and meningitis tests
are all negative.

Pick's disease.
West Nile. Tumor.

We can likely rule out
twin tumors.

You both are missing
one major cause.

Herpes simplex
encephalitis.

Adam did have a cold sore.

Well, rarely the
virus can ascend

to the brain
via the bloodstream or a nerve.

No one actually knows how.

So, Adam passed it
to Stephens?

SASHA:
You know, I've seen them both

drink out of that mug.

They'll never admit it,
but they're both dying

to be number one.

Yeah, that's why I've never
seen either of them wash it.

So, it's good news.

How did you hear Kl�ver-Bucy
syndrome as good news?

WATSON:
A serious diagnosis,

but of all the root conditions,

herpes simplex
is one of the most treatable.

Two weeks of antivirals and...

you both should be
back on the road to recovery.

Thank you, Watson,
for figuring it out.

If he did.

Lauren's been in the waiting
room all day and all night.

I'll update her, and hopefully

we can get you all home
as soon as possible.

Can't wait.

(intercom beeps)

Aren't you worried about 'em?

I am.

But the treatments should help.

We're just not that alike,
are we?

You and me.

I can't tell if I should be
more like you,

or if that's the last thing
that I would ever want to be.

Good night, Dr. Derian.

Be you.

I can't do it.

Hi.

Still no Shinwell?

I thought he was with you.

How did you get here?

An Uber that smelled like
burritos and cigarettes.

I'm starting to worry
about Shinwell.

Not to add to your concern

when you're barely
through the door,

but the Crofts aren't
responding to the antivirals.

Have you added a course
of corticosteroids?

Corticosteroids
and foscarnet,

and with all that, somehow
their viral load is increasing.

They're positive
for the herpes virus,

but it's antiviral
and steroid-resistant?

It makes no sense.

Add to that
how rare it is for the virus

to cross the blood-brain
barrier in the first place.

And it happened to both of them.

Something's really off here.

I need you to sequence

a sample of the virus itself.
On it.

I'm gonna call in
a welfare check on Shinwell.

I don't like the timing of this.

STEPHENS:
IV bag of vescalagin?

They're officially throwing
spaghetti against the wall.

That negativity isn't helpful.

Neither is the fallacy
of positive thinking.

Our episodes are getting longer,
harder to bounce back from.

None of the treatments
are working.

Not accepting the reality
of the situation isn't heroic.

It's idiotic.

You're the one who's idiotic!

I see your disinhibition
has returned.

Why don't you get it all
off your chest?

You are the twin who is

objectively smarter
and better in so many ways,

yet people always
choose me over you.

Do you know why?

Because they suck
at multiple choice?

It's because life is
one nightmare after another,

and this situation that we're in
right now is a perfect example,

and in the depths
of a nightmare,

who would you rather be around?

Is the answer you?

(scoffs) Someone
who makes you feel better

or someone who, guaranteed

time after time,
makes you feel worse?

What does it matter
what you feel

if you're still stuck
in the nightmare?

It changes how you survive it!

(sobbing)

I have a hard enough time
getting out of the darkness

without you...
dragging me back in.

Hope isn't idiotic, Stephens.

For most of us,
it's necessary for survival.

INGRID:
The results are in.

Look at this.

At the top is

standard herpes virus.

The bottom is the Crofts.

That doesn't look like something
that occurs in nature.

It's not. It's been
genetically modified.

Someone made this virus.
But who?

SHINWELL:
You, guv.

You made this virus.

Well...

...we did.

What?

Where have you been?

There's a lot that's been
needing explanation,

so I've been off trying to put
it all down, pen to paper.

But I knew I owed you
a conversation.

Or at least the chance
to spit in me face.

Your research made
the Crofts sick, guv.

It's Moriarty.

You were right.

By either cunning
or black bargaining,

he survived the trip
over the waterfall.

And I've been doing as he asks
for months now.

The man has his hand
in your life's work.

Every entry in the database
of human mutations,

he has it, same as we have.

Adam Croft overheard
something he shouldn't have.

It was nothing,
forgotten about

as soon
as I spoke it aloud.

But Moriarty,

he's not one to leave
a thread un-snipped.

I believe Adam's
the target here.

Stephens, he's... he shares
the same DNA, don't he?

So he's just collateral damage.

Don't know
how he does it, guv,

but, uh, you'd be
the one to tell me.

All that DNA you're
keeping downstairs,

Moriarty knows how to...

turn it against people.

John.
(sighs)

I need you

to say something,
you know.

Anything.

All this time...

...with me, with Holmes...

...that was a lie.

Far from it.

You and Mr. Holmes showed me

a better way to live.
Then, why?

I came up hard.

It's an ugly life.

But there are those that...

...loved me along the way.

Moriarty intends
to kill them both,

if he hasn't already.

(exhales)

John, I need you to tell me
how you want this to go.

Tell me to help.

Tell me to lay down my life
in service of the Crofts,

'cause I'll do that.

Tell me to turn myself in.
Just tell me anything.

* *

I'll leave.

It's all there.

The whole story.

Yeah.
Give him a minute, yeah?

He'll be down soon enough.

Everything all right, Shinwell?

It's been my privilege.

This is a good place
you got here.

(indistinct chatter)

(pained groaning)

(engine starts)

You're all in danger.

The safest thing for everyone
in this room to do is to tender

your resignation and go home.

Why are you saying that?

The DNA that we've been
collecting, the...

the work that was supposed
to change everything...

...it's in the hands
of someone evil.

It's a weapon now.

And that weapon has been turned
against Stephens and Adam,

and it could be turned
against any one of us.

A man named
James Moriarty

has your DNA.

He has everyone's,

and he could use it to kill you.

Anything you breathe in,
anything you touch

could be a vector.

It could carry
a designer pathogen

made to end your life.

I thought that we were building
something to help everyone.

But really
we are just a factory.

We mass-produce murder.

Stephens and Adam are dying.

You want us to leave you
to help them by yourself?

I want you to make
an informed choice.

I'm not going anywhere.

Yeah. Neither am I.

WATSON:
All right.

I don't know what's next.
I don't have any orders to give.

But if you're gonna be
here with me,

we're gonna
figure this out together.

Well, we worked.

While you were upstairs,

we worked.

(typing)

We brainstormed genetic
conditions that could be

magnifying the effects
of the virus,

then we took our database

and ran the Crofts' DNA
through that filter.

Expecting to see something
affecting their immune system.

Instead, we found this.

A SNORA31 mutation.

A mutation on this gene

basically destroys
the body's ability to...

Keep viruses
out of their brains, yes.

Occurs in roughly 0.001%
of the population.

Dr. Lubbock, Dr. Derian,

you have found a needle
in a haystack.

Two people with a mutation
this rare getting hit

by an unkillable version
of their own kryptonite... it is

statistically
impossible.

You were right.

This was made
for Stephens and Adam.

Exactly.

INGRID:
Dr. Morstan...

...you fired me.

You found out
what I did for my sister,

and you tried
to force me out.

If I stay here...

...am I still fired?

I'm sorry. Are you negotiating?

Dr. Derian,
in light of circumstances,

I'll move you
to probationary status.

Any suspect behavior
and you're terminated.

WATSON:
Okay, look, you're all here now,

and I will never stop

being grateful.

For now let's find a way
to kill the unkillable.

Thank you.

There you are.

Stephens.

What is this?

What-What's happening
to us?

They're on top of it.

You know, if anyone
can fix this...

Fix this?

What happens if they can't?

Adam, we don't know...

If you're about to attempt
encouragement and optimism,

please spare us both
from that train wreck.

(chuckling weakly)

I got smug, Stephens.

All those years of meditation...

Zen,

metaphysical this,
spiritual that,

here I am, still just...

...terrified.

Adam...

Again, it's not the time
to try out

a Mister Rogers routine.

No Mister Rogers.

(grunts softly)
It's just the facts.

No one, no one knows

what's on the other side
or if there is an other side.

I don't think that there is.

Yep,

that's definitely
not Mister Rogers.

But that doesn't
mean we just end.

What's the first law
of thermodynamics?

I swore off physics
in undergrad.

Energy cannot
be created

or destroyed, it can-
can't go poof,

it can only take another form.

In this job,

I've seen people die.

And I don't need to believe
in Deepak Chopra or Santa

to know that, in that moment,
something-

call it energy-
leaves the body.

And in my bones,

I know that that energy
doesn't disappear into the void,

just as I know that water
in a puddle doesn't.

Despite comparing my soul
to a puddle...

...that's pretty good.

Adam, I'm scared, too.

But I don't think we just end.

The body, the consciousness-
the bells and whistles- sure.

But the engine
at the heart of it,

the heart beneath the heart,

whatever it is that really makes
this whole thing tick...

...that can't be destroyed.

Adam?

A-Adam? Adam.

Nurse.

Nurse?

Dr. Croft?

Dr. Croft?

I need an EEG tech in here.

What's going on?

We won't know until
we run an EEG.

Lana.

Adam's fallen into a coma.

WOMAN (over P.A.):
Dr. Grant Howard to Trauma.

Dr. Grant Howard to Trauma Two.

(door slides open)

SASHA:
Hi.

STEPHENS:
Dr. Lubbock.

In violation

of PPE protocol, no less.

Well, I'm a Texas gal
with a rebel soul.

Hmm.
And y'all ain't catching.

Lauren dropped these off
for y'all.

There's one for me.
Thank you, Dr. Lubbock.

I'll, uh, read
Adam's letter to him.

I should, uh, I should get back.

I always assumed that
we'd have plenty of time.

Yeah.

Me and you.

To be or become whatever
we were going to be.

Not that I was making
any assumptions.

I just hoped
we'd find the right moment.

Me, too.

Maybe this is the right moment.

It's not the one I imagined.

I figured it would involve...

candlelight or a sunset,

at least a Ferris wheel.

Oh. Stephens.

If this is our moment,
I will take it.

(muttering softly)

SASHA:
Have you been here all night?

Get a load

of that fella.

Hiding in the neurons
so we can't get to him.

So we'll need to offset
for hepatotoxicity.

Last month scientists used
a meganuclease enzyme

to cut this virus
out of healthy brain cells.

Watson, this is encouraging,
but they've only done this once,

in lab mice.

We're inventing a new
cure here, Dr. Lubbock.

There's not gonna be
a lot of precedent.

SASHA:
Okay, so how do we get

the enzyme to the virus?

We drill into the skull,
obviously.

Obviously.

And from there, this guy

should take us exactly
where we need to go.

What is that?

Tiny scissors.

Tiny scissors?
Oh, yeah, tiny scissors.

It's a WAVE9,
it's a viral vector

I've been tinkering with
for gene editing.

This is our delivery
system for the enzyme.

It goes after all
the neural viruses,

and the accuracy is deadly.

Guess which enzyme
it carries inside.

This could work.

This could work.
This could actually work.

Oh, yeah, you bet it could.

I'm gonna go tell Stephens.

LANA:
Dr. Croft.

Oh...

Dr. Croft.

Dr. Croft.

Lana?

* *

He's not responsive. I'm sorry.

MARY:
Understood.

Understood.

You have my word.

Listen. I need to talk to you.

I need approval.

It's a procedure
to save the Crofts.

Now, it's untested
and it's dangerous.

If something goes wrong...

Do it.
Mary,

it could blow back
on the hospital,

and it could blow back on you.

Just do it, John. Save them.

I got you.

INGRID:
Great. Thank you.

Dr. Doherty said he's ready
to drill some skulls.

He'll do the surgery.

I knew he'd want a shot
at the record books.

The next available
OR slot is at 1300.

Take it.

Put us in.

Dr. Lubbock,

prepare a saline base.

On it.

Dr. Derian,
dose us up.

Target seven
micrograms

of our tiny scissors per unit.

Where are the cultures?

In the incubator. Base level.

Everything okay?

Those are
adeno-associated virus.

I thought you called them WAVE9.

Yes, Watson adeno-associated
viruses, type 9.

WAVE9 for short.

WATSON:
Where are my cultures, Dr. Derian?

What's going on?

It's dead.

It's also dead.

SASHA:
Okay, well, I-I'll call around.

Another lab's
got to have it.

No, I made these.
No one else will have them.

Okay, then we grow more.

That's gonna take weeks.

The Crofts will be long gone
by then.

(mutters):
Let's see another one.

(soft click)

Also dead.

The incubator was turned
on, as it has to be.

Okay, so...

(continues indistinctly)

* *

* *

I, uh...

I centrifuged everything that
was left in the culture dishes.

That gives us
a usable amount of vector.

SASHA:
Wait.

Seriously?

Watson?

There's only enough
for one dose.

We can save Stephens
or we can save Adam,

but we can't save both.

Who?

That's up to us.

But we have to choose.

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