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Previously on Watson...

You should all pair off

and make little mini pharmaceutical reps.

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.

Bravo Zero Four Command.

Doc, it's time to go.

Colonel wanted us back at the rally point in ten.

It's been fifteen.

- Copy. Recon, intercept. - Doc!

Recon, intercept.

I'm talking now, Doc!

Paging Dr. Chandler.

Dr. Chandler to the nurses' desk.

...frequency, go ahead.

I see movement on the hill.

247, Lima, four, Gamma.

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.

I'm glad we're doing this again.

Me too.

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.

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.

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?

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.

Oh. Uh, hi.

Um...

Oh. Uh...

Oh.

Looks like... we're busted.

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...

We're ready for you, Mr. Croft.

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

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

Yeah.

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

which isn't even a situation.

I'm not worried, my love.

Ta-ta for now.

Dean Kett's in this room?

He's having some kind of delusion.

Pushed half the furniture against the door.

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

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.

One, two, three.

Contact! Contact. Take a position in the cage.

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!

All right, easy. Stand down!

N-No. Stand down!

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

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

he's the devil.

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

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.

I pictured him differently.

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.

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.

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.

IED! Everybody move!

Clear out! Take cove...

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.

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.

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?

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.

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.

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. - 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.

Doesn't this seem like the kind of place

that should have a bathroom attendant?

Totally. You get to

tip someone for washing your own hands.

Oh.

I get tip anxiety whenever...

Your abdomen sensitive to touch?

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.

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

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

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

All right?

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.

We're going back to the base right now!

We're Oscar Mike.

Wrap it up!

Go.

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.

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?

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.

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.

So, how was your day?

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.

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.

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.

Oh, damn it.

Oh, sorry, Murray.

Good job.

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.

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?

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.

Um, so, this-this

thing might be creeping up my body?

I-I might be paralyzed?

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-Barré 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.

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.

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.

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.

Learn anything?

Not enough.

Where have you two been?

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? - 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.

Yeah, we're not sure that matters.

But we know how much this patient means to you.

If you look at me

like that every time I say something nice,

I will never do it again.

Understand? Mm-hmm.

Guv?

Dean Kett wants to see you.

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

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

No, we're not quite there yet.

Your lumbar puncture is...

borderline for Guillain-Barré.

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

Keep right on doing your thing.

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.

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.

My orders were to protect you.

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

I couldn't do the job.

And I blamed you.

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.

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?

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.

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.

Filter.

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

I hired well. Thank you.

You seem peppy.

What gives?

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.

Porphyria.

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.

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?

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.

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?

She's in the waiting room.

Go on, then.

I remember you.

You look just the same.

- There it is. - 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.

I told you,

everything's fine.

I have your assessment.

I've passed it along to our mutual employer.

So what do you want?

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.

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

So I got us a table at Pusadee's.

Shut up. Same day?

I begged.

Hey.

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

but you deserve my full attention.

Do be careful, Shinwell.

It's a dangerous world.