All language subtitles for Watson_S02E07 Giant Steps

(jazz music playing)

* *

-(song ends)
-(applause)

Thank you.

* *

You know, we used to make things
in this city.

We made steel,
we sent it down the river

to become buildings
and hulls for boats

and 747s.

And all the while,

here at Sidney's Jazz Lounge,

we made music.

My father played on this stage
with Lena Horne.

We had culture.

We made legends.

And tonight, on this stage,
there's a legend to be made.

Ladies and gentlemen,
I have seen them all,

but I have never seen
anything like...

Annabelle Lee.

(applause)

(Hamish laughs)

Whoa!

-Okay?
-Yeah, yeah.

* *

(saxophone playing)

* *

-(laughs)
-HAMISH: But that's how it was.

You know,
that's really how it was.

You play like that at 11:00,

and that talent scout
from Atlantic

-won't know what hit him.
-(laughs softly)

He'll have no choice
but to sign you.

-(chuckles)
-"Scout"?

-Mm.
-"Sign"? What you
talkin' about, man?

What is this, 1975?

They still got record scouts.

I got one coming on down
to Pittsburgh.

(high-pitched ringing)

(muffled): All right, fine,
so his son is over at CMU.

-(heartbeat thudding)
-(echoes): But the point is that

he's gonna be here tonight.

-I dig.
-Annabelle, you all right?

Yeah. Yeah,
I'm just gonna go, um,

splash some water on my face.

(Hamish chuckles)

She's gonna go splash
some water...

(muffled chatter)

(high-pitched ringing)

(grunts)

-Oh, no, you going
to the hospital.
-No.

No. No, no, no.

I'm fine. I'm fine.
I-I'm not gonna

miss my shot just to sit
in the ER for hours.

You don't have to sit there.

You can go in through
the VIP door.

-Hamish got a kid there working.
-No.

Not John. Not my son.

Another medical director
over there-- Mary--

will get you back on time.

WATSON:
Shinwell,
take that to pathology.

Hmm.

Is there an issue?

Usually, when I take delivery
of fingers in a bag,

there are no doctors present.

Not licensed ones, anyway.

I see.

I still don't get why
the patient wanted them gone.

There are obvious benefits
to having

six fingers on each hand.

I once had a competitive bowler

tell me it was the secret
to his topspin.

Exactly. He had a leg up
on his rivals.

I think you've got
your anatomy wrong there.

I'm-a skip
the amputated fingers banter

if it's all the same to y'all.

Do you mind if I go home?

I have a video call with
Uncle Jun to plan his visit.

"Uncle Jun."

I can hear those scare quotes.

How is he related to you again?

He was married to my birth
mother's younger sister.

So, not a blood relative.

Convenient. I'm just saying,
it's harder to verify.

Otherwise, you could steal
a hair and run his DNA.

Hypothetically, of course.

His wife died
of leukemia early this year.

I'm his only other family member
in the States.

But it's been nice. Jun's gonna
give me cooking lessons.

He used to run his own
Chinese place in New York.

-Has he mentioned other Sashas?
-(phone buzzing)

Jun says that my birth mother's
still in China,

but he's just following my lead,
so, I figured

I'd get to know him first,
see where it goes from there.

Okay, Sasha, you can go home.
Shinwell,

deliver those fingers.

If anyone needs me,
I'll be down in the ER.

-Is everything good?
-WATSON: Hope so.

My father just showed up there.

He has a father?

MARY:
Hamish is fine.

He's not the patient.
It's his protégé.

He wanted me to bump them
to the front of the line.

I've already made arrangements,
but I wanted to loop you in.

Yeah, but why didn't
he just call me?

We have a good relationship.

-What?
-You both say that a lot.

When's the last time you talked?

Last Sunday,
when I called my mother.

He told me...

All right, fine, fine,
she told me that

he wanted to invite me
to a late-night set at the club.

Laila and I are gonna try
to make it.

Well, thankfully, I am no longer
the designated interpreter

for the two of you.

Look, he's in with the patient.

If you want to know
why he didn't call you,

why don't you ask him yourself?

How are you, Hamish?

"Hamish"?

What happened to "Dad"?

MARY:
A divorce judge happened.

Forget about all that.
Come give me a hug.

(Mary and Hamish laugh)

WATSON:
Hey, Dad.

John. Oh, good of you to come.

-It's... It's, uh... Well...
-(both chuckle)

-Yeah.
-It's good to see you.

I didn't want to pull you away
from your research.

Your mother's always talking
about how busy you are.

-I'm seeing mostly
patients now, so...
-Mm.

Yeah. It's, uh...

Hey, Annabelle.

Have the ER doctors
been in here to see you yet?

Uh, a resident came in
and said she would be back soon.

That was 30 minutes ago.

Ooh. Someone needs to talk
to management about that.

-(laughs)
-Well, I can examine you now,

save you additional wait.

How about I take you
on a tour of UHOP?

Give you the lay of the land.

Queen in her domain.

More like
an overworked administrator.

(Hamish chuckles)

-(doors open)
-He brags about you,

to everybody.

(deep voice): "My son is
the greatest geneticist

in the world."

(regular voice):
He just can't tell you that.

You got to have something
to work for, after all.

Yeah, you got that right.

Well, anyway,
it's good to see you again.

I think the last time I saw you

was at a recital
when you were, like...

had to be about 12 years old.

(exhales):
Oh. Yeah, don't remind me.

Uh, I think 12 was
when I peaked.

It's all been downhill
from there.

Tell me what happened tonight.

Uh, I-I just got
a little lightheaded

and took a spill after the show,
but I'm fine now.

Mm-hmm.
Did this happen when you fell?

ANNABELLE:
Uh, no.

That was earlier.
I tripped over a stand.

Has there been anything else

that's been
bothering you recently?

No.

No?

Not even the intermittent
numbness in your right foot?

The wear pattern

on the soles are uneven.

I'd say this has been going
on for, I don't know, maybe

three, four months now?

That's why you stumbled
twice tonight.

It went away.
I mean, it always goes away

after, like, a minute or two.

But numbness and weakness
could be signs

of something more serious.

Why would you hide
those kinds of symptoms?

There's a record scout
coming to the show tonight.

Hamish made it happen.
I-I really have

-to get back onstage.
-I'm sorry, Annabelle.

I need to run some more tests.

I will come back
right after my performance

and you can run
whatever tests you want.

-Please.
-HAMISH: You've got
to be kidding me.

WATSON:
No-- I'm admitting her
to the hospital

for an expedited workup.

This has been going on
for months,

and it's just getting
more severe.

Tonight was evidence of that.

That's why I didn't
come to you first.

Mary doesn't make mountains
out of molehills.

-And neither do I.
-Annabelle passed out

because she's dehydrated
and tired.

And I've seen it happen
with musicians before.

Once the show is over,
she'll be fine.

-Can you help me here?
-Oh, I'm Switzerland.

Post-divorce version
of Switzerland.

I don't take sides.

No, no, no, li-listen to me.

Annabelle's talent is not
going anywhere.

And, yes,
you might know musicians,

but I'm her doctor now.

Worsening numbness

and weakness means
this isn't just fainting.

And I'm not just going
to let her walk out the door

and risk her life, because
you want her to play music.

* *

Why would a 22-year-old
musical prodigy develop

recurrent numbness, weakness,

and blackouts
seemingly out of nowhere?

ADAM:
Is the musical prodigy part
relevant?

Maybe yes, maybe no.
You tell me.

This is the part
where we all trade ideas.

We've all googled you.

Aggressively and extensively.

Everybody knows that your father
is a local legend.

Why haven't you said anything?

Why would I say anything?

"Hamish Watson is
a renowned tenor saxophonist

and jazz educator."

Wikipedia says that he was
mentored by John Coltrane.

Is that why they named you John?

You're not a musician, though.

I played the alto saxophone,
same as Annabelle.

But you don't play it now.
Otherwise, he'd be invested

in your career instead of hers.

Is Hamish Watson disappointed
in you?

Let's focus on the patient.

Not only is she suffering
from physical decline,

she's dealing with immense
stress from her career.

She has a major label
eyeing her,

and she has
a hard-driving mentor

with some very
unrelenting expectations.

Can't imagine what that's like.

WATSON: It'd be too much
for any one person to bear,

but to deal with that
at that young of an age?

It's crushing.

-Sure we're still talking
about Annabelle?
-WATSON: Stop.

We have a good relationship.

The differential, please.

Could still be a stroke.

Overnight CT is negative,

uh, but the definitive study
for diagnosis is an MRI.

An MRI could also help evaluate
for multiple sclerosis.

A young woman in her twenties
with episodic weakness?

It's practically textbook.

MS is also worsened by emotional
and physical stress.

Excellent point, Dr. Lubbock.

The pressure from auditioning

could have triggered
that attack.

Ingrid and Stephens, get an MRI.

Check for stroke
and multiple sclerosis.

Sasha and Adam,
go to Annabelle's apartment.

See how she's been dealing
with all this stress.

-Where are you going?
-I'm taking Shinwell

to my father's club.

Maybe we can find some clues.

-(beep)
-(indistinct P.A. announcement)

Woman, you are a lifesaver.

You know you didn't have
to sleep here overnight.

John would have let you stay
at his place.

I promised Annabelle's parents

I'd stay with her
in the hospital.

They're visiting her sister
down in Australia. (laughs)

-(phone buzzing)
-HAMISH: Hmm.

It's my guy from Atlantic.

He's gonna be in town
for a couple of days.

Says he wants to come back
to the club to see Annabelle.

Ah, she must be special
if he's willing

to go through all that trouble.

She ain't just special.
She is it.

When that child plays,

she forces people
to pay attention.

It's like...
she's saying things for them

that they can't say
for themselves.

(Hamish chuckles)

You really think
they'll sign her?

Mm.

The label knows
she can break through.

Uh, she's a kid,

a kid who wants
to play jazz in 2025.

She ain't no fossil with...

(laughing):
double hip replacements.

Last night,
I thought I was gonna sign

my first record deal,
and now I might have MS?

How can I play the saxophone
if I can't even lift my hands?

(sighs)

I just thought I had more time.

I thought
I was just getting started.

So, um...

how does one become
a musical prodigy, anyway?

Did your parents
start you young?

(scoffs)

No tiger moms here.

My parents were too busy
making ends meet.

They didn't have time
to think about our hobbies.

It was Hamish.

I was six. Mom got a second job

as a receptionist
at a music school,

and I'd sit on the benches
and wait for her to finish work.

I could hear Hamish
giving lessons in his office,

and I would memorize
the melodies he'd play.

And then I would sing them
back to myself

and-and pretend
I was playing, too.

He heard me one day,

and he told my mom

I had a great ear,

and he offered
to teach me for free.

He's been my teacher ever since.

He helped me get
a scholarship to Pitt

and gave me a spot in his band
after graduation.

Doesn't sound like
he gave you anything.

You're wrong.

If he hadn't heard me that day,
I never would have known.

I would just be...

singing in the shower.

Hamish changed my life.

This whole scene.

My dad's club.

(sighs)

If I can keep the club open
for another six weeks,

and I can get
Annabelle set up...

...it'll all be worth it.

You're going under?
Does John know?

Oh, no, no, no, no, we're good.

It's the club that's sick.
(chuckles)

Same as Annabelle.

(sighs)

Is she going to be okay?

John won't stop
until he finds an answer.

(sighs)

Yeah, I get Sasha's excited,

but this guy comes
out of the woodwork

claiming to be a relative,
and now,

she's inviting him
into her home?

She's done her homework
on Uncle Jun.

He doesn't have
a criminal record.

Everything he's told her
so far checks out

with the adoption paperwork.

Yeah, there are other ways

he could have
found that information.

Look, I'm her boyfriend.

I'll be her bodyguard,
but only if she wants that.

I've got my eye
on the situation.

But she's happy.

I'm not getting in the way.

(chimes)

INGRID:
Annabelle's MRI is done.

There's no evidence
of MS or a stroke.

But...

It's completely negative.

We're no closer to figuring out
what's wrong with her.

("Beboppin" by Stylus playing)

EDDIE:
Oh, my God.

J. Hamish Watson.

The genius of the human genome.

-(laughs)
-Eddie Hines.

This is the master
of the 88 keys.

Yeah, right.
Look how far that got me.

I'm back here polishing stemware
for the night shift.

Shinwell Johnson.

I'm Dr. Watson's assistant.

-A sideman.
-(Shinwell laughs)

Eddie Hines, Hamish's
piano player and club manager.

I've known your man
since we were both 12.

-Yeah.
-Mm.

You and Dr. Watson
play music together?

Oh, no, no. Hamish would never
let me play with Eddie.

This man has got
some real talent.

Talent which led me
to polishing that stemware.

-(laughs)
-Hey, you mind
if I look around?

Oh. Be my guest, man.

So, listen, Eddie,
did you notice anything strange

about when Annabelle fell
yesterday?

Any type of abnormal movements
that could be a seizure?

Don't think so.

What about
when she was performing?

Did you notice anything?

I was just trying
to remember the changes, man,

so Hamish didn't have my hide.

You know how he gets.

Oh, don't I know it. (laughs)

Would it help
for you to see a video?

You recorded the performance?

Hamish wanted it for the
website. I'll go get it now.

-Oh, definitely.
-Long time, boy.

-Good to see you.
-All right.
Always good to see you.

Lot of history here.

Yeah, that's my grandfather
Sidney right there.

He opened up this place after he
stopped touring with Coltrane.

Oh, and that's my father

and my grandfather
in the same picture. Wow.

You don't talk about him much.

Your dad.

Heard all about your mum
and the museum.

Imagine it must have
been difficult being...

...you with a family like this.

I was good at something.

It took me a while
to find it, but...

...that's more
than most people get.

ADAM:
Annabelle's apartment
is so cool.

Wow.
There's nothing in this place

that isn't geared towards music.

It's like her sole mission
in life.

Did Stephens ever tell you about
our junior high rock band?

-No. (laughs)
-(chuckles)

Lasted half a summer.

We couldn't decide
on a musical direction.

I wanted to be Phish,
and he wanted to be the Strokes.

And now you're back,

side by side
at the Holmes Clinic.

-(strums guitar)
-ADAM: We made better doctors
than musicians.

What about you? Did you ever,
uh, play anything as a kid?

Mm. I begged my mom
for singing lessons.

Thought I'd be LeAnn Rimes.

Then I switched to the next
thing that caught my fancy.

(Adam chuckles softly)

Dang. This girl makes residency
look like vacation.

Eight hours of practice
on top of rehearsals?

Even I couldn't handle that
at 22.

The screws on this outlet cover
are stripped,

and there's wear on the plate.

Looks like
someone tried to open it

with a coin
or maybe a butter knife.

An outlet box is
a good hiding place.

I hear about them
all the time in meetings.

SASHA:
You bring that thing

-everywhere you go?
-(laughs)

Before Watson, I used to think

doctors only carried
stethoscopes.

(gasps) Oh.

Adam, you good?

I don't want to touch that.

I think I know how Annabelle's
been handling the pressure.

WATSON:
Did you know about this?

(Hamish laughs)

Don't be such a prude.

A prude?

A cocaine-induced TIA explains
all of Annabelle's symptoms.

The numbness, the weakness,
the blackouts.

Ministrokes caused by drug use

could even explain
her negative MRI.

Well, that's not what happened.

You're a music teacher.
You're not a doctor.

You know,
I have worked with dozens

of strung-out players.

This is how they deal
with the stress,

the travel, the haunting.

What's "the haunting"?

There's the art form.

There's standards.

Then there's you.

The haunting is that feeling

of not being able to measure up.

I confronted Annabelle
about this months ago.

She stopped then and there.

Oh, so, so that's, like,
your professional opinion?

You confronted?

-Did you give her a drug test?
-This is so much fun.

You two have
a good relationship.

Who wouldn't want
to spend as much time

as possible around that?

John, if you're worried
that Annabelle

is still using cocaine, why
don't you talk to her directly?

WATSON:
What were you hoping
cocaine would do for you?

I wanted to play
the way I'm supposed to play.

If there's a powder or a syringe

that can help me do that,
I'll try all of it.

Why are you looking
at me like that?

I-- Run your tests. I quit.

And for the record, the numbness
and the weakness--

that all started
before I got high.

I was worried that my symptoms

would start affecting
my playing,

and it was distracting me
during shows.

Everyone said
coke helps you focus,

so I tried it.

Like I said, I'll try anything.

You've been spending
too much time around my father.

Hamish?

Well, he turned his back
on his talent.

He gave up everything for you.

What?

Hamish could have been a legend.

Instead, he's in Pittsburgh.

WATSON:
I mean, I don't blame my father
for this.

We're doing fine.

What's with the face?

This is
a perfectly neutral expression.

I'm not mad at him. I'm not.

I'm telling you, I'm not, okay?

It's... it's not my father.

It's who?

It's kind of silly.

My problem is with the universe.

Well, that's always
a productive stance.

I mean, look,
he didn't do anything wrong.

I just want to know
when I can finally stand there

with my father and feel like me.

Who do you feel like now?

Like an eight-year-old kid

who knows he needs
to get better at the alto sax.

(playing high notes
of a jazz song)

(knocking)

Annabelle's tox screen
came back negative.

She can't have done cocaine
in the past five days.

Hmm.

Uh, we're at a bit
of a dead end.

Figure we hit it fresh tomorrow?

Mm-hmm.

You good?

I'm fine, Dr. Derian.

Just spending some time
with my patient.

* *

(playing high notes)

(sighs)

-I refuse to ask for water.
-(Uncle Jun laughs)

I take it you haven't eaten
many Hunanese food before?

-(Stephens laughs)
-(Uncle Jun chuckles)

I'm fine. I'm fine.

You know,
spicy food runs in your blood.

That's why our region produced
so many revolutionaries.

The chairman Mao Zedong was
from Hunan, too.

-Wow.
-No wonder I can never win
an argument with you.

(laughs)

(Uncle Jun sighs)

It has been special to share
this time with you, Sasha.

I've really enjoyed it, too.

Thank you so much for coming
all this way to see me.

I want to give you this gift
to mark this occasion.

Is that her?

-Is that my mom?
-Yes.

You look remarkably like her.

-(Stephens coughs)
-Oh.
-Oh.

-(laughs) Oh, dear.
-(coughing)

Okay, okay, okay. Wait.

-You all right? Please,
have some. Have some.
-Thank you.

(sniffles)

Oh. Those scars look familiar.

Where are they from?

Oh, um, I got a few moles
removed in medical school.

My physical exam lab partner--
she pointed 'em out.

Good thing she did, too.

Doctors said
it must've run in my family.

I remember your mother
had something like that.

HAMISH:
I stopped touring
after John was born.

My dad asked if I wanted
to take over the club.

Seemed like a good idea
at the time.

Sometimes I wonder.

SHINWELL:
Hmm.

Hey, John, come and join us.

Shinwell and I pilfered
your finest whiskey.

No, it's no use.
I know that face.

Dr. Watson is in work mode.

How does she do it?

I mean,
how does she physically do it?

* *

Well, she's playing
in the altissimo register,

the highest on the saxophone.

And those notes...

they require time to develop.

It needs an increase
in air and intensity.

Why? What is it?

It's music. Her ambition.
It's you.

If I'm right,

Annabelle's jazz career
is killing her.

A puff of smoke.

Or, as the Japanese
would call it...

Moyamoya.
She has Moyamoya disease.

Very good, Dr. Derian.

Now would you care
to explain what that is?

Uh, Moyamoya is rare disorder

that results in the narrowing
of a major blood vessel

in her brain,
which limits blood flow.

The body forms abnormal

collateral vessels
to compensate.

ADAM: Like finding
an alternate route home

when there's traffic
on the Fort Pitt Bridge.

The "puff of smoke" sign can
only be seen on an angiogram,

not an MRI, which is why
it escaped our notice at first.

How did you know to look for it?

That video of her playing.

Annabelle started getting dizzy
at the end of her solo.

It was something
about how she was playing music

that caused Annabelle
to black out.

So you went
to your dad for help.

Yes. He explained that, in order
for her to hit the high notes,

Annabelle had to increase
the speed of air

that she was sending
through the saxophone.

She blew off all her CO2.

She was basically
hyperventilating.

Which decreased the flow

to her already
blood-starved brain.

Yes, Annabelle is
having ministrokes,

just not due to the drugs.

Every time she pushes herself
while playing,

she puts herself at risk
for another one.

INGRID:
If this is Moyamoya,

it's not just TIAs
we need to be afraid of.

We're lucky she hasn't had
a major stroke by now.

You're right.
But the good news is,

Moyamoya is one of
the rare causes of stroke

that is actually treatable.

ANNABELLE:
You want me
to have brain surgery?

(scoffs)

You and I have different
definitions of good news.

A neurosurgeon can take part of
a blood vessel from your scalp,

and reconnect it
inside your brain.

It would bypass the blockage
from your Moyamoya.

With a consistent blood supply,

you shouldn't have
any more numbness,

weakness from the ministrokes.

And you'll also
significantly reduce

the risk of having
a full-blown stroke.

Isn't there something, like,

less invasive
we could try first?

-Medications, maybe?
-I don't recommend that.

Worsening
neurologic symptoms means

that your brain
is already being impacted.

But I feel fine
outside of these episodes.

I'm-I'm playing better
than I ever have.

I mean, I'll... I'll just
take a break from high notes.

That's not a fix, Annabelle.

Plus, knowing you,
that's not sustainable.

If you mess with my brain,

will it affect
my musical abilities?

The surgery would be
in the left side of the brain.

Music is mostly controlled
by the right.

Mostly...

but not entirely?

We think that musicality...

resides in the left brain.

You want to remove the soul
from my music?

Annabelle, any effects from
the surgery should be temporary.

A stroke could result
in permanent disability

or even death.

But-but you can't even say
for sure that I'll have one.

And if I do, it could be
in five, ten years from now.

I wouldn't take that bet
if I were you.

But can you guarantee

that this surgery
won't affect my talent?

Because being a musician
is so much more

than just playing notes.

It's about making people...
feel them.

I'm sorry.

I can't promise you that.

It's brain surgery, Annabelle.

Then I don't want it.

Annabelle...

...you have
your entire life ahead of you.

You're more
than just a musical prodigy.

This is about staying alive.

(sighs)

Haven't you ever wanted
to change the world, Dr. Watson?

Make your mark
and-and leave this place

better than you found it?

I have.

I can't save lives like you,

but I can impact them
with my music.

I can bring people joy,
I can bring them to tears,

just with the way that I play.

But all of that goes away

if you cut my talent
out of my head.

(sighs)

You okay?

You've been distracted
ever since dinner.

I'm fine. I just...

I can't stop thinking
about my birth mom.

What did your father say?

That he wished
I were still that baby

he carried back to Dallas
35 years ago.

That photo brought back
all his memories.

So it's definitely you, huh?

Which means it's definitely her.

There's just something else
that Uncle Jun said, that...

ADAM:
I'm just saying, people can have
a second calling.

Look at Shinwell.

Look at me. (laughs)

I thought my life was over
after my diving injury.

Do not equate your situation
to hers.

You were a moderately talented
collegiate athlete.

She is a jazz virtuoso at 22.

She could be
the next Charlie Parker.

I get it.
She don't want to look back

and wonder what might have been.

INGRID:
I don't blame her.

We all want our chance
at greatness.

That's why we work for Watson.

Would you risk
your intelligence,

even if it meant
saving your life?

WATSON:
You guys are all
wasting your time.

ADAM:
Are we?

Trying to convince Annabelle
to get the surgery.

It's not her
that we need to convince.

It's him.

Do you even realize

the power that you have?

Oh, what are you talking about?

I own a failing jazz club,

and I'm living off
your mother's savings.

But none of that matters.

Not to Annabelle.

To someone
who wants your approval,

you are like music itself.

Your opinion means everything
to her.

If you told her
to have the Moyamoya surgery,

-she'd do it.
-Hmm.

-Dad?
-Mm?

This is her life.

Music is her life.

I know
that that's important to her,

but it's not the same thing.

Okay? It can't be
the same thing.

She's afraid of losing something

that is as vital to her
as breathing.

That's why she won't risk it.

I'm sorry, John.

I'm not gonna pressure her into
making that kind of decision.

That's hers and hers alone.

Well, now, she's not making
this decision for herself.

She's making that decision
for you.

You wanted her
to be this prodigy.

You wanted her
to uphold your legacy.

-(sighs)
-And she wanted

so badly to please you,

she would have
put herself aside,

if it meant making you happy.

If you care about her,

if you really care about her,

stop putting that burden on her
and let her live her life.

I showed Annabelle
what she could do,

who she could be.

She does not want
to have the surgery, John.

Oh.

You know,
if you were a musician,

you'd understand that.

(door opens, closes)

I was so happy
when you wanted to have lunch

before I took the bus back.
(laughs)

WOMAN:
You did it. Oh.

Something wrong, Sasha?

I used to wonder
what my birth mom looked like

when I was a kid.

Thanks to you,

now I know.

It's good to know family.

That's how you know yourself.

Yeah.

The skin condition I have--
F A triple M--

it's autosomal dominant.

That means you only need one
affected parent to inherit it.

The other night,
you said that she had it.

But when I look
at this picture again,

I noticed that my mother's
shoulders were clear.

That means she couldn't have
given it to me,

which means you lied.

Just like you lied
about being my uncle.

Why'd you do it?

You found out my family
had money, planned to ask

for a little bit here,
and a little bit there,

and the next thing I know,
I'm out 50 grand?

-I can explain.
-I already have an explanation.

Do not contact me again,

or else I'll call the police.

I'm not your uncle.

But I don't want the money.
I have enough.

Aren't you wondering

how I got that photo
of you and your birth mom?

I know I can find her identity.

I'm lonely, Sasha.

I'm alone.

That's why I did this.

If you ever want to see her,

I can help.

Okay. Thank you.

Thank you. (chuckles)

What did Rory say?

Is he still willing
to come hear me play?

Yeah, he's coming to the club
tomorrow evening

on his way to the train station.

Okay, I think
I should start with "Misty."

He's gonna be expecting
a burner,

so a ballad will really
take him by surprise.

It'll be like an homage
to The Hill.

* *

Annabelle, uh,
about this surgery...

Maybe...

maybe you should do it.

Yeah, I mean,
I'll-I'll think about it later.

I...

I might not get another chance.

-It's going to be okay.
It's okay.
-(clears throat)

I'm gonna get some help.

John?

There's something wrong
with Annabelle.

(panting)

WATSON:
What happened?

Uh, she-she wanted to play.

Annabelle, you have to slow

your breathing.
Can you do that for me?

There we go. In...

-and out. Good job.
-(whimpers)

(Annabelle inhales
slowly through nose)

-(exhales)
-Very good.

Annabelle? Annabelle?

What's wrong? John, John, John,
what's wrong with her?

-(beep)
-She must have triggered
a stroke.

WOMAN (over P.A.):
Code Blue, Room 418.

-Get that crash cart.
-Code Blue, Room 418.

22-year-old female
with Moyamoya disease.

Symptoms are concerning
for an acute stroke.

-Stephens, where are we
with the bolus?
-I'm giving it now.

Very good. We need
to raise her blood pressure

to promote the blood flow
to her brain.

If this is a stroke,
it'll prevent it

-from spreading.
-Radiology knows we're coming.

They've got the scanner ready
for her.

-Everybody get ready to move.
-Uh, John,

where are you taking her?
Because I really...

Dad, I need you to step back.
I can update you later,

but right now, we need
to save Annabelle's life.

-Yes. Yes.
-All right.

(indistinct chatter)

I've been looking for you.

John and his team were able
to treat Annabelle for a stroke.

(sighs)

She's sleeping in the ICU.

You can see her if you like.

Thank you.

Thank you. Thank you.

Oh... John was right.

I should, I should...
I should have just said it.

"Do the surgery."

There's still time.

All that damn pressure.

I almost killed her
with my selfishness.

HAMISH:
Oh...

Mm. Mm.

Annabelle is special, Hamish.

She knows that because of you.

Don't try
to make me feel better.

You see the potential in people.

Every kid needs to know
that someone believes in them,

and that's who you were
for Annabelle.

Wherever she goes from here,

she'll have you
to thank for that.

What am I gonna
tell her parents?

Tell her parents

that your boy, John Watson,

-saved their daughter's life.
-Hmm.

No, no, no. Stay. Stay.

(sighs)

You know, when you were a kid,

I used to close my eyes
during our lessons

just to hear you play.

Sometimes I'd forget that I was
supposed to be teaching you.

(chuckles)
I'd tell myself,

"This girl was touched by God
with talent."

And I was humbled.

Humbled to see someone so bright

who loved the music
that meant so much to me.

You made me believe

that everything was possible
again. (chuckles)

I was wrong to do that.

I was wrong,
because I made you think

that was all that I cared about.

And your music...

your music wasn't the gift,
Annabelle.

The gift was always you.

(Annabelle sighs)

I'll have the surgery.

STEPHENS:
We are not gonna study mucus,
Adam.

It's a waste
of valuable clinic resources.

STEPHENS:
The mucinome's
already being used

to develop
experimental treatments

that could one day
replace antibiotics.

Or is that
what you're afraid of?

I'm off to see a patient
on a follow-up visit.

SHINWELL:
Tell Annabelle to break a leg.

My father's saving seats
at the front for all of you.

We wouldn't miss it.

Unless these two keep us hostage
all night

-to argue about snot. Watson?
-WATSON: Hmm?

One more thing.

Your father's Wikipedia page.

Someone updated it.

"Hamish Watson is
the father of...

noted geneticist John Watson."

Thank you.

It was Sasha's idea.

The Internet should be accurate.

Thank you.

Now squeeze these fingers,

hard as you can.

All right.

I'm-I'm doing okay?
I'm gonna be okay?

You're doing better than okay.
You're doing amazing.

Go get what's yours.
You've earned it.

(Annabelle laughs)

(Watson chuckles)

Oh. (laughs)

(footsteps retreating)

You think the scout's going
to show up tonight?

Yeah, I do. I do.

Annabelle's life is going
to change after tonight.

Hmm.

You gonna watch the show?

Yeah, I'm coming with Laila.
Mary's bringing a date.

-The Fellows are coming, too.
-Hmm.

Hmm.

Listen, can I, um...

Son, do you really have to ask?

(floor creaking)

(tenor saxophone playing
slowly, tentatively)

* *

(note squeaking)

That was pretty good, kid.

Not bad. Not bad.

-Should I try again, Dad?
-Absolutely.

Go on, John.

(chuckles)

-Just make it easy on my ears.
-Yeah, I could get it.

HAMISH:
I wouldn't mind having

-a really nice...
-Okay, what you got?

(Hamish and friend conversing)

I see you, son.

I stood in that room
when Annabelle was dying,

watched you tell everyone
what had to happen.

Watched you save the life
of a 22-year-old.

Annabelle wouldn't be playing
tonight if you weren't there.

(sighs)

It's taken way too long.

But I see you now.

I brag on you.

I know what it means to have
a kid that's a doctor at UHOP.

But I see you now.

Yeah,
but I am a horrible musician.

Thank God for small mercies.
(laughs)

(laughs)

The world saved you
for something bigger.

I'm-a go check on Annabelle.

(laughs) Yeah.

(sighs)

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