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Dr. Watson. You were the best friend

Sherlock Holmes ever had. Holmes!

Three men

went over the waterfall.

Yourself, Sherlock Holmes

and the man we'd been chasing.

James Moriarty.

You've had a knock on the head.

A traumatic brain injury.

Sherlock Holmes funded a clinic for you to run.

We have a new case.

Who wants to amaze us with their insights?

Shinwell Johnson.

We're not to be ignored.

An order arrives, an order is executed.

You are a better doctor now, John.

But the "old us" is never coming back

Dr. Lubbock, you have had

your left hand in the same spot

this entire meeting.

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

I can celebrate.

Sorry, I didn't mean to snoop.

It's okay, babe.

Soon.

The signal-to-noise exercise is

one of the most important things we do.

Okay, so you keep saying,

except it always turns out to be a waste of time.

That's exactly why it's so valuable.

There's more noise in the world than there is signal.

Three cases with some very interesting particulars

came into UHOP within the past 72 hours.

In the Signal-to-Noise Exercise,

we determine which of these are of diagnostic interest--

None. The answer, without fail, is none.

So far, the answer has

always been none. Correct. So far.

Ellen Samuelson.

She came to visit her newborn grandson yesterday

when she started feeling faint.

The nurse went to check her blood sugar

and realized Grandma Samuelson had no fingerprints.

Closer inspection of the grandson revealed

he shared the same condition.

They should be a cat burglar team.

Hold that thought.

Consider Vaughn Timms.

Mr. Timms has been the victim of frequent bone fractures.

Most recently, he fractured his wrist

opening a pickle jar.

What kind of pickles? Does it matter?

Let's table that issue for now.

There remains the matter

of William Betancourt.

At 11:29 last night,

he came into the ER with an impaled tongue.

The patient was using a floss threader.

So, what's signal?

And what's noise?

The presence of physical findings

in both the grandmother and the grandson suggests

an inherited genetic trait.

Yes, it is inherited; however, it's also trivial.

Adermatoglyphia. Noise.

Why are all these markers green?

The recurring fractures are consistent

with Osteogenesis Imperfecta.

Yes, except Vaughn Timms doesn't have blue sclera.

He has a dangerous exposure

that occurs with an alarming frequency

among men of his generation.

Pickleball.

All of his X-rays have been performed

within the hours of 9:00 and 11:00 a.m.

The first time that you can reserve a public court is eight.

It's a stimulating workout.

Okay, so then,

why didn't he just tell the truth?

Because he was playing with a woman who isn't his wife.

Very good, Dr. Derian.

Glad you decided to join in.

That leaves us with Mr. Betancourt.

Dr. Lubbock.

You've seen something like this before.

Maybe. I-I-I don't know.

It's the texture...

You're right to look closer.

The lesions are concerning for Cowden Syndrome.

Which is...?

A genetic predisposition to cancer.

Not only is your risk

of getting cancer higher,

but you're more likely to get it at a younger age

and more than one type.

This patient needs screening that should be routine,

but nobody caught his Cowden's.

Who wants to handle this?

Adam and...

Ingrid.

Track down the patient,

set up the screenings.

And you?

I'm on the Case of the Green Markers.

No, I do, I do see the problem, guv.

It's just the green ink. It's-- it offends the senses.

As you've said. At length.

You've made inquiries? Insistent inquiries.

It seems that the budget for office supplies is covered

by the hospital itself, and not the money

that Holmes set aside to fund the clinic.

Someone in brass has

put word out:

we're to have green ink only.

Now, I could buy new ones with petty cash.

No.

I appreciate the initiative.

I'll work this case on my end.

Good to see you feeling spicy again, guv.

Wait...

You're not Mr. Betancourt's assistant?

His second assistant, got it.

Um... Can I talk to whichever one handles

important matters vital to his health?

Yes, I'll hold.

I think I'm on hold with Number One.

Earth to Sasha.

Oh. Hi, there.

Am I speaking with Mr. Betancourt's first assistant?

My name is Dr. Adam Croft. You good?

Sure, I'll hold.

It's like that tongue put you into a trance.

Do y'all ever think about your cadaver?

You mean, from med school?

Sure.

You do not think about the cadaver you dissected

in anatomy lab.

I do, too.

He donated his body to science.

It's the first person that you cut into.

You tend to remember it. No.

You want to be thought of as the kind of person

who appreciates the sacrifice.

You don't actually appreciate it.

Tell us what he looked like, then.

That is private.

I will say he was a beautiful man.

Mr. Betancourt.

We need to have a conversation about your tongue.

Sorry. Now, how long is this gonna take?

Mr. Betancourt-- Oh, Call Me Bill.

Bill-- No.

"Call Me Bill." Like, call me "Call Me Bill."

The lawyer from those billboards. You're Call Me Bill.

Mr. Betancourt, we just informed you

that you have a genetic predisposition to cancer.

A few hours for screenings doesn't feel like a huge ask--

Wait, that... Sorry.

This is the phone I actually do have to answer.

Call Me Bill.

No, Margaret, that's not what I said.

I love the way you work Watson, by the way.

He cooks up a training exercise you think is silly,

and you just say, "No, thank you."

Look, I'm just protecting my time.

Stephens and Sasha don't "protect their time."

You're his favorite. You get to keep him on his toes.

Okay, I'm here.

You have me for the day,

uh, but there's, there's just one thing--

Oh.

Margaret, how did you get this number?

I'm not Watson's favorite. Oh, yes, you are.

Um, you have me, I'm all yours, but, uh,

you can't put me under because

I'm gonna be rolling calls all day long.

Well, the first procedure doesn't require sedation.

But most patients might find it pretty uncomfortable.

Oh, that, that--

Call Me Bill.

William Betancourt stayed awake

during his own colonoscopy?

William Betancourt goes by...

Call Me Bill.

From the billboards? That's Call Me Bill's colon?

And not only did he stay awake,

I'm pretty sure he settled a case.

Are you seeing this?

There is no way these growths are benign.

Schedule an OR.

Tumor spread is worse than it appeared on imaging.

We'll have to proceed with tender dissection

around the liver.

He's tachy at 150

and his BP's dropping.

I must've nicked the IVC.

I need more suction.

I can't see anything on the field.

Lubbock, you're gonna have

to get into that cadaver eventually.

Time of death, 9:24.

I spoke to his ex-wife.

She's gonna make sure the family gets screened.

It's good that you care.

I don't want you to lose that.

You've seen a tongue like Call Me Bill's before?

My cadaver from medical school.

I don't remember that much about him, if I'm being honest.

But I do remember his tongue.

Cowden's?

Did anyone warn him?

Or his family?

How many of them went to get a checkup,

and died on the table the next day?

His family's still out there.

Why don't you warn them?

Get them in for some early screenings

and save some lives. That's impossible.

I have no idea who he was.

And they keep cadaver donations anonymous.

Yeah, it doesn't sound too impossible to me.

It sounds challenging. It sounds like a mystery.

Mysteries are what we do.

So, Sasha has maybe-memories about her cadaver's tongue--

They're not "maybe-memories." They're memories.

I can tell you that, over time,

your brain changes

what you think you remember.

You write a story about the past,

and it's based on biases, things you wish were true.

You say you can picture this man's tongue.

What did his face look like?

What about the other students?

What do they look like?

You can't be positive

about anything that happened in that room,

not after all this time.

If Dr. Lubbock is

is correct, yes, this could be

a meaningful intervention

for multiple generations of patients.

Unless that family learned about Cowden's a long time ago.

Sure, let's just assume somebody else solved the problem for us.

Our patient is named Question Mark.

How do we find the identity of a cadaver

Dr. Lubbock dissected more than a decade ago?

We need to bypass several layers

of confidentiality, find the right body

among hundreds of possibilities,

and locate family members that could be

anywhere in the world.

You can't boil the ocean, Dr. Derian.

One step at a time.

Sasha, turn your notes

from med school over to Adam and Stephens.

They can scour them for clues.

What makes you think I still have those?

Oh, I don't know, maybe because...

you're you?

You went to Pitt Med School, I did,

and Ingrid did, as well.

We'll appeal straight to the anatomy lab.

And I'll meet you guys there in an hour.

What took you so long?

I told my lawyer

I want this to be peaceful, John.

That's what we both want.

That's why it's mediating.

Mediation requires two parties.

My lawyer has been trying to get a session

on the books for months.

We've been busy at the clinic.

And I run the largest academic

health care system in Western Pennsylvania.

I know, I know, I'm sorry.

Don't be sorry.

Participate.

Give him the name of your lawyer.

Let's start there.

You do have a lawyer?

Schedule the session.

Text me a time and a place and I'll be there.

Oh, and so I don't respond, so your answer to that

is to flood my clinic with green ink?

I had to get your attention.

What?

It's a good move.

Game recognize game.

Oh, that smell. I thought

I remembered how bad it was.

Your mind deluded you.

It's how memory works.

You seriously don't trust your memory of your cadaver?

I mean, I believe she was dead.

What do you think you're doing?

What do you think you are doing?

Brenda? You're still here?

You can just call me Brenda the Battle-Ax.

I know everybody does.

I don't think you remember me, but--

Oh, no, I remember you,

Mr. Handsome Goo-Goo Eyes.

I remember everybody who's ever cut in my lab.

You're Girl Who Can't Be Alone with a Cadaver.

And you're Late Night Party Monster.

They let y'all

practice medicine.

That's wild.

We're trying to track down

a patient, who just so happened to have been

a cadaver at this very lab a decade ago.

I hate to break it to you, Doctor,

but I don't think that patient's gonna make it.

We're interested in his descendants.

You kept a ledger documenting confidential information

about every donor body that's in here.

If we could maybe spend an hour with it?

An hour

with the confidential ledger?

We could save a lot of lives.

And it's a good cause. You know what's also a good cause?

Me having a job.

Yeah, I was hoping that we could appeal

to your inherent good nature

or the university's ethics board.

But I did

come prepared to have

a different kind of conversation.

You think you can bribe me?

I wouldn't call it a bribe.

More like an opportunity to do your civic duty.

Those better not be baseball tickets, Dr. Watson.

I may be easy, but I'm not a hussy.

Sasha's projected class rankings,

goal lists for the next three,

five, and ten years.

I've got projected budgets for wedding venues based

upon the profession of Sasha's future groom.

Let me guess: doctor, lawyer, finance?

The holy trinity.

There are two pages missing.

She tore them out.

Age, weight, height, date and time of arrival.

It's all here,

along with each entry's numerical code.

Brenda the Battle-Ax said the lab processes 80 bodies a year.

The cadaver we're looking for falls inside a two-year window.

Uh, take out women, and that leave us with...

Looks like more than 100 cadavers.

Yeah, well, I gave away

my Steelers-Ravens tickets to get this ledger.

There's got to be more you can tell us.

Start with who you were back then.

The mind tucks away clues.

Smells, sights, sounds.

They're like cairns on a hiking trail.

Pay attention,

they'll tell you exactly where you need to go.

That was my old station. Okay.

I sat on the stool by the wall

'cause my lab partner couldn't sit

without his knees brushing up against the cadaver's feet.

Uh-huh. Scott was kind of a giant.

Or so you think. How tall?

At least six-two?

He played linebacker at Penn State.

Scott thought that our cadaver might have been

a football player, too.

They were about the same size.

Got it. Six-two or taller.

Kristina was pissed

when our T.A. chose our group's heart for the practical.

She wanted to be a cardiologist, but her cadaver showed signs

of age-related arteriosclerosis and ours didn't.

♪ 100 million screaming and nobody listening ♪

♪ The world is different ♪ Cold world, cold world ♪

♪ Everybody wants to make or enslave you ♪

♪ Inside of their vision ♪ Cold world ♪

♪ Cold world... ♪

And voilà.

There's only one entry that fits the criteria.

A coffee stain?

Oh, come on!

Human error.

The only antidote to human ingenuity.

Hello?

We have a situation here.

The Conundrum of the Missing Pages.

Excuse me?

Adam thought of that little phrase all by himself.

Um, can you put us on speaker, please?

There are two pages that are

conspicuously missing from your notes.

They were probably sloppy.

I took 'em out and recopied 'em. Oh, stop it.

Your handwriting could be on wedding invitations.

Fine. It was med school,

I was stressed, and I found a way to blow off steam.

Micah, an art student.

He begged me to sneak him into the lab

so he could practice sketching.

I told him I would

if he made me a study aid for my head and neck final.

Mm, let me guess. Brenda caught you guys?

Late Night Party Monster.

Couple years ago, Micah called

and asked about those sketches.

He wanted to go back to techniques

he used in his early works.

Wow. He makes a living as an artist? That's cool.

I mean, he did a couple years ago.

No way, these are all you.

I know you said you had a fling with this guy.

You didn't say you were his muse.

Not something I know how to work into a conversation.

You see anything you like?

You actually came by.

I'm so sorry I couldn't go to the opening.

I was out of town with my fiancé.

It's all right,

it's all right. You can see now,

after you gave me those old drawings back,

I kind of went down a rabbit hole.

So, about those drawings.

♪ Where the party at? Where the party at? ♪

Never mentioned he had a tattoo.

♪ Where the party at? ♪ Where the party at? ♪

Well, that's unexpected.

♪ Where the party at? ♪ Where the party at? ♪

Did I ever tell you

about the best summer of my life?

You tell us pretty much nothing about yourself,

Mr. Handsome Goo-Goo Eyes.

I once spent six months in Lancaster, Pennsylvania

studying genetic bottlenecks in the local population.

It was great people, it was great weather.

I even got engaged at the end of it.

And when I finally left,

the community made me a beautiful quilt

to thank me for all the work that I did.

And the quilt was emblazoned with...

The Amish star

of Bethlehem.

Sasha's cadaver had this tattoo.

Patient Question Mark was either Amish

or connected to the community.

It's time for a road trip.

Watson's Amish Summer of Love.

Terrible movie. I wouldn't screen it.

It's a nice place to get engaged, though.

How's your wedding planning going?

I picture something like the invasion of Normandy.

International cooperation, efficient dispatch

of the opposition, some tasteful use of flamethrowers.

Patient Question Mark's name is Jacob Hochstetler.

Son to Melvin and Samantha.

Born in 1977.

You got all that from a five-minute conversation?

I diagnosed Eli's son with Maple Syrup Urine Disease

when I was here last. Now he's 17 and thriving.

So he's no longer urinating maple syrup?

Eli trusts me.

He recognized this sketch

that Sasha's stalker did.

Micah is not a stalker.

He just remembers me fondly.

Jacob was in the right age range.

Would've been about 35 when he died.

Now, obviously, we need to screen everyone

here we can for Cowden Syndrome.

We'll advise those with the condition

to get routine cancer screenings.

Jacob's immediate family's gonna be trickier.

His father was accused

of embezzling money from a charity that he ran.

The whole family left Lancaster at the same time.

And nobody knows where they are?

These are the Amish.

Generally speaking, when you're out,

you're out. Dr. Watson?

You don't recognize me, do you?

Benjamin Burkholder.

Eli's son. Benjamin.

Good to see you. Maple syrup?

It's good to see you, sir.

I wanted you to know

that people still do talk about those who've left.

There are rumors.

Jacob's sister Rachel.

I've heard she lives near Harrisburg now.

She married a man named Smith.

Rachel Smith.

Harrisburg.

I'm not getting a signal.

Most of the carriers don't bother to put up towers here.

All right, is there a computer that we could use?

Maybe a store with a landline?

Of course.

Or you could just use the phone shanty.

Have you guys tried the camel milk yet?

Uh, Lancaster County's still in Pennsylvania, Adam.

Actually, Sasha, most of the camels in the U.S.

live on Amish and Mennonite farms.

Cow's milk, as you know, is hideously allergenic.

An immunological nightmare.

Camel milk, on the other hand, is...

We can discuss that later.

Or never. Never could also work!

Right now I need you to find Jacob Hochstetler's sister.

Get me an address in Harrisburg, I'll go visit her,

Sasha and Stephens will run the Cowden screenings here.

If we can get 'em to participate.

Rachel Smith?

She couldn't have married a man with any other last name?

Four women named Rachel Smith listed

in Dauphin County.

Hey, everyone... I'm guessing 16?

Also very un-Amish.

"Watson's favorite."

What does that mean?

Are the words themselves unclear?

I haven't noticed any special treatment.

Watson makes an effort to be impartial.

Rest in peace, Rachel Smith number two.

It's nothing that he does.

It's a tone thing.

You have to track his eyes, where his attention goes first.

He puts you in a special category.

One that, as far as I can tell,

includes you, him and...

Sherlock Holmes.

It drives Sasha and Stephens crazy.

I'm not saying that you're right.

But if Watson sees me as special,

why doesn't it drive you crazy?

I'm never going to win a competition

with the three of you,

unless it involves a ten-meter diving platform.

I barely cracked a book until I blew out my knee.

It's okay that you think functional medicine is soft.

I believe in the field.

I'll add a helpful perspective when I can,

and I will be a better doctor when I leave.

Are you well-adjusted?

Maybe?

I thought you were just self-absorbed.

Rachel Smith, part three.

No pictures, no social media.

Just an address on Hummel Street.

Not much for modern tech.

Could be our Rachel.

There's one more.

Hmm?

One more person Watson considers a peer.

Went over the waterfall, too.

James Moriarty.

I've heard it said, Clyde,

that a man is only ever as sick as the secrets he is keeping.

Fair amount of wisdom there, Clyde.

Holmes had Watson to confide in.

Watson has me.

Who do I have?

As a conversationalist--

and let us be honest with each other--

no one's gonna mistake either of us for Oscar Wilde, are they?

You see, Clyde...

...a man gets desperate when he's trapped.

Man can't abide that state of affairs.

That is when

a man might consider topping himself, Clyde.

But...

...if there's no move to make,

you get creative.

Don't you?

You make...

a move to make.

Watson's feeling better.

I have a phone.

Looks just like this one.

That's precisely the point.

This phone contains new programming for the lab's robot.

All you need do is work at your desk,

and it'll upload of its own accord.

Do not leave it lying about.

In addition to the samples you bring me,

the robot will be passing along information

about the genomes of your patients.

Clyde.

What?

His name's Clyde.

Are you quite all right, Shinwell?

Buckle up, Amos.

Rachel Smith?

Sorry to bother you

at home, ma'am. My name is John Watson.

I'm a geneticist and internist at UHOP's home branch.

That's hours from here.

I need to talk to you about your brother Jacob.

Jacob died ten years ago.

That's the thing.

We've recently come to believe

that your brother had a genetic condition

called Cowden Syndrome.

Do you remember any lesions on his tongue?

Uh, I do. I...

That's indicative of Cowden Syndrome.

It runs in families.

We advise genetic testing for anyone related to Jacob,

along with frequent screenings

to detect potential cancers before they grow.

Oh, my God. No, I'm not saying you have it, ma'am.

Just a precaution.

My-my son.

He's seen a doctor,

but I was told it would go away on its own.

Are you saying Amos has cancer?

Rachel Smith was on her way back to the ER when I got here.

Three weeks ago, doctors diagnosed her son's growth

as an enlarged lymph node.

Could be cervical lymphadenitis.

With the mom's background,

the child may well be under-immunized.

I recommend we swab for strep, test for TB,

send a CBC, viral panel, and blood cultures.

Go to a muffler shop, get a muffler.

Go to an infectious disease specialist, get an infection.

Your metaphor doesn't scan.

I'm not giving the patient an infection.

Your metaphor doesn't scan.

Uh, this could be an acquired goiter

from Graves' Disease or hyperthyroidism.

I recommend TFTs.

Or...

it is cancer.

Children with Cowden Syndrome can present

with thyroid cancer as young as seven.

So we need to work him up for every possibility.

Sasha and Stephens, you two stay in Lancaster

and finish up those screenings.

Ingrid and Adam, I'm sending you

Rachel's consent letter to get Amos's records.

We'll draw labs today, rush the results.

We're gonna be back first thing in the morning,

so be ready for us.

On it... Goo-Goo Eyes.

Dr. Lubbock?

My name is Treya Coblentz.

We tested you. I remember.

I forgot to say "thank you" for what you're doing for us.

I'm-I'm grateful. We are... we are grateful.

Of course.

I appreciate you saying that.

The talk is that

all of this started because of my cousin Jacob?

That one of you doctors knew him before he... died?

That was me. I...

I never met Jacob exactly,

but I was familiar with him.

My family--

the ones who left--

you'll give them these same tests?

We are already in contact with Rachel and her son,

and she's giving us the information to find the others.

Rachel has a bobbin?

A-a baby?

His name's Amos. He's eight now.

Well, I'll pray for their well-being.

So will I.

As I said, my name is Treya Coblentz.

If you could keep me informed with how they're doing,

I'd be so grateful.

Oh, of course.

We'll see who comes in tomorrow, but

I think that we can call it a day.

Everybody keeps thanking me.

I don't even know what we did here.

There might be an eight-year-old with cancer

who's getting treatment who otherwise wouldn't have.

That just makes me wish we had gotten here sooner.

You're tired, so maybe you can't see it,

but these tests, what we're doing here--

it's going to make a difference.

I can't remember her.

My cadaver.

I know that we called her Amelie,

but I can't remember anything else.

Whoever she was-- it didn't matter.

What I needed, or what I thought I needed,

was an "A" in anatomy.

People underestimate you.

But you are a remarkable person.

And you use that to make yourself a remarkable doctor.

We're about an hour away.

You get into the city often?

Not much since we lost Jacob.

It's been years.

And you've been to Fallingwater?

Too many times.

My husband was obsessed with Frank Lloyd Wright.

Was? Didn't work out?

Uh, no, no.

He managed construction sites.

He was on a demolition project in Harrisburg

when a structural beam gave way.

He never made it to the hospital.

I'm sorry.

Suddenly single mother,

no community to support you.

You ever try to go back?

I don't think I could.

The way we left.

It was so unforgiving.

My dad never even told us if it was because he chose it

or because it was chosen for us.

Doesn't matter, I suppose.

Amos and I are strangers to them now.

But I'll always carry that place with me.

Excuse me.

Hello.

I'm cutting it close.

I got caught up on a community outreach call,

but I should be there in ten.

How far away are you?

The mediation.

Yes. The mediation.

Please tell me you're on your way.

Well...

I'm calling my lawyer.

He's been telling me we should be taking a different approach.

No, no, you don't have to do that.

Are you watching cartoons?

Well, I'm in a car,

driving with a sick child and his mother.

Hey, I went to, uh, Lancaster.

Eli Burkholder says hi.

Eli. What were you doing out there?

I don't feel good.

Listen, I'm sorry

about the mediation, but right now

I need you to get a room ready for me.

Eight-year-old patient, showing signs

of respiratory distress. I've got my eye on him.

What's happening to my son?

Okay, where are you?

We're about 40 minutes out.

You said an hour.

Not if you pick up the pace.

Patient is in respiratory distress

with new-onset fever. Start oxygen at ten liters,

administer IV acetaminophen.

We have the labs in. Viral PCRs are all negative.

Blood cultures are no growth to date.

There's nothing to explain

why he's getting worse.

The tumor on his neck is pressing on his airway.

Watson. He's not gonna be able

to keep breathing like this for too much longer.

We may need to intubate.

Watson, that kid doesn't have a tumor.

The Cowden screening came back negative.

I mean,

technically, he could have cancer.

Thyroid cancer in an eight-year-old?

Without Cowden Syndrome, the chances are too slim.

We have to figure out

what's wrong with him right now or he could die.

Sasha and Stephens are close to Rachel's house.

Have them turn that place upside down.

Anything at all might help.

All right, you're the infectious diseases guy.

Tell me what we're looking for.

Anything that's living,

anything that used to be living,

anything that's carrying

somethingliving.

So, anything? Anything.

We need data.

Pickles, filtered water,

what appears to be bologna.

In the trash I'm seeing tissues,

junk mail...

Standing by to intubate, Dr. Watson.

Give me something I can use, doctors.

We don't know what we're looking for.

Anomalies.

Find me something that shouldn't be there.

Is it weird that only

one flower is alive?

That's a lily. They live longer in a vase.

We can't wait any longer.

Amos has air hunger.

I need to place a breathing tube to keep his airway open.

Whatever he needs, please.

Okay, we're gonna make sure he's sleeping,

make sure he's...

Okay, wait, wait.

Let me see that picture again.

Desert Dew.

Does your son drink camel milk?

Uh, yeah, I get it for him at the farmers market

to give him a taste of home.

Okay, I need an ultrasound machine,

some gel, a large-bore needle, and a syringe.

Unpasteurized camel milk had been linked

with outbreaks of brucellosis, which,

in rare occasions, manifests

as a thyroid abscess.

Okay, Hold still, buddy. It's gonna be okay.

Watson, you're recovering from

two TBIs. You've had seizures.

You've brought Amos this far.

One of us should take it from here.

You're almost there, buddy.

You're doing great.

You're almost there, Amos.

Good job, buddy.

We'll operate on the abscess.

He should be fine.

Rachel?

Treya?

I've missed you.

Oh, for your son.

They say that he's recovering?

Yeah, the surgeons here washed out the abscess.

Drained it completely.

Amos is going to be fine.

He's so beautiful.

He looks just like you.

You made this?

Amos, wake up.

Wake up.

I want you to meet your aunt.

Hi.

Actually, um, if the boy's up to it,

there's a bunch of us who'd like to know him.

12 cases of Cowden Syndrome.

That's 12 people who know to get early screenings.

I heard they already

caught one case of breast cancer?

A small tumor.

It should respond to treatment.

Hmm.

You made your own quilt.

I'm not much for sentiment,

but it might just be one of the most

beautiful things I've ever seen.

Why'd you want to meet me here?

The shading in your hair is a little extra.

I get why you didn't want

to tell us about the artist.

Oh.

Oh, Ingrid, it's-it's not what you think.

That you're having an affair?

No, I know.

You'd never go after someone

who's actually into you.

The ring.

It's obviously fake.

I mean, it is a diamond, but

you're not engaged.

Bold move, wearing a bogus ring

into John Watson's office,

where he trains up four human lie detectors.

It's my engagement ring.

It's...

just not mine yet.

Okay, well, we're here because

you seem to be having a hard time

seeing yourself in the mirror.

So maybe you can see yourself on these walls.

You got in to the best

fellowship in the country.

You saved like 12 people this week.

You crawled so far into your ex's head,

he's still drawing you a decade later.

I don't know your boyfriend,

but I do know that he's stringing you along.

And I'm positive

that you're better than that.

Thank you.

I think.

How about

you don't force me to pretend

to be interested in a pretend engagement?

That's the best thanks of all.

Sorry to bother you so late at night.

Are you all right, John?

Yeah, everything's fine.

I'm not hiring a divorce lawyer.

It's not to delay things.

I'm just not contesting the divorce.

What made you change your mind?

I want you to have the life that you want.

And if...

that's without me, then...

I want to help you get there.

I'll be at the next mediation alone.

How was it up there?

Lancaster.

How was it?

It's still the most beautiful place I've ever seen.

I'll always carry it with me.

Can you believe

we're really about to do this?

Hi, I'm Mary Morstan.

I guess we're lab partners.

John Watson.

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