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♪ ♪

(indistinct chatter)

(elevator bell dings)

INGRID:
...to worry about scaring

-our patient to death?
-You heard Watson.

Molly Jones has
long QT syndrome.

Excuse me.

-You are doctors here?
-Mm-hmm.

I need to talk to you
about my daughter Olivia.

Livvy.

Sorry, sir.

We don't take walk-ins.

Her feet are, uh...

are covered in these...

(stammers)
They're calling 'em warts.

And her fever won't go down.

And no one will help us.
Please?

She's eight.

We don't have a pediatrician
in the clinic.

But I'm gonna give you
a name, okay?

Dr. Jud Silversmith.

Just tell him Adam Croft
referred you.

♪ ♪

STEPHENS:
I'm just saying.

Alien hand syndrome is mostly
a psychological disorder.

Mm.

Excuse me. Excuse me.

We finally saw the doctor
that you sent us to.

Sorry, I...

I didn't send you anywhere.

You did.
He-he-he couldn't help us.

And I really need you
to see my daughter.

Stephens has a twin brother
who works at the clinic.

Sir, we have
a screening process.

Yeah, but this can't wait.

Um, your daughter's name
is Olivia Fitzgerald?

-Yes.
-I-I promise to read
her application personally.

And if it's timely,
we'll get her in fast.

♪ ♪

WATSON:
No, I'm telling you,
Max Bowers isn't ten.

-She's 30.
-You're him.

-You're Dr. Watson.
-I'm sorry, sir.

I'm working
with a patient right now.

I read that you're a veteran.
I am, too.

Sergeant William Fitzgerald.

18th EOD Company.

Guv?

Let me call you back.

It's my daughter. Livvy.

She's had these warts,
but there are sores now, too.

And a fever.
She's had this fever forever.

We really need your help.

Sergeant Fitzgerald,

-uh...
-Fitz.

Friends call me "Fitz."

Fitz. Look, I'm sorry.

I really am working
with a patient right now.

I'm actually always working
with a patient.

But I will look
at your daughter's case.

All right? So I'll keep these,

and then I'll reach out to you.

All right?

♪ ♪

LIVVY (weakly):
Daddy?

Are you okay?

Yeah.

Yeah, I'm fine, sweetheart.

What about you?
You ready to go see the doctor?

You really think
he'll know what's wrong?

I do.
'Cause Dr. Watson's the best.

The very best.
Everybody says so.

And, Livvy, honey,

whatever happens
in there today...

...you're gonna get better.

All right?

All right, come here.

You fill my heart with joy.

You fill my heart with joy, too.

Yeah. Got your bear?

Yeah.

Let's do it. (sighs)

♪ ♪

(overlapping chatter)

WATSON:
Enjoy it, Dr. Croft.

To the winner go the spoils.

I don't want any spoils.

I just want to do my job.

My friend Dr. Bostic calls
from Van Kirk Memorial,

and she's got
a 22-year-old ballerina

with muscle tremors
and brain fog.

But nobody knows why.

Sasha says it's arthritis.

I assumed that it was MS.

But not you.

Started with the labs.

After some sifting, the patient
showed a clear inability

to break down protein.

So when this young woman swaps
to a low-protein diet,

she'll be able
to continue her career

as a soloist
at the Pittsburgh Ballet.

And guess what--

you get to give her
the good news in person.

I don't need to tell her.

Like I said,
I just want to do my job.

Your job this morning's
the same as my job--

Reflection, Recovery,
and Renewal.

That sounds weird.

Yeah. Yeah, I know.

I hired a coach.

Okay, fine. HR suggested
that I hire a coach.

She insists
that I schedule time

for Reflection,
Recovery, and Renewal.

You're the best geneticist
in the world.

You don't need a coach.

I don't need help
to be a better doctor.

I need help
to be a better person.

Apparently,
when one case ends,

I have a tendency
to reach for the next file

without even bothering
to hydrate.

The world never runs out
of sick people.

-Which is why we work.
-But if all we do is work,

we can never work anymore.

Reflection, Recovery, Renewal

is the antidote to burnout.

Anyway, look,
only one of us stands to get

Nutcracker tickets out of this.

I don't want Nutcracker tickets!

You are gonna tell
this ballerina

that you cured her,

and then you're gonna go see
The Nutcracker.

Shinwell can drive you to VKM.

I know you caught a ride
with Sasha this morning.

Can I say no here?

Oh, it's not a mandate.

Oh, no, no, no, no, no.

You can Reflect,
Recover, and Renew,

or you have the option
to enjoy my foot up your ass.

[door slides open]

That doesn't sound very mindful.

BECK:
I enjoy risk.

Sue me.

Actually, just to be clear,
don't really sue me.

My court docket's full.

(chuckles)

But, yeah, you know,

I like risk.

That has, on occasion,
led to me taking risks

with money that was more
entrusted in my care, you know,

versus being actually mine.

But, you know, I just assume
everybody feels the same.

Risk is good.

Risk is
how you get stupid rich.

Are you "stupid rich" now?

BECK:
(chuckles) No.

My net worth is... negative.

Comically so.

It's just a necessary step.

You know,
I'm in the middle of a story

that can only end one way.

INGRID:
You're pathetic.

(elevator bell dings)

This morning I'm pathetic,

but last night I was "Daddy."

-How does that track?
-(scoffs)

Last night has nothing to do
with the real world.

It was a cheat day.

Yeah? You can't cheat reality.

Make me regret it,

make me think about it too much,

see if it happens again.

(indistinct P.A. announcement)

(scoffs)
Beck, stop following me.

I'm not following you.

I have an appointment
with John Watson.

You have an appointment
with Watson?

Yeah. Is that so hard
to believe?

No. Of course not.

In fact, I'd love
to see this play out.

SHINWELL:
It's a wonderful day
for a drive, Dr. Croft.

The sun is shining.

-The sky is blue.
-The sky is always blue.

-Sorry, mate.
-Even when it's covered
by clouds,

it's still blue.

♪ ♪

No offense intended--

"Beck," was it?

-Beck Wythe.
-Mm.

No offense, Beck Wythe.

But according to Watson,

today is the day of Reflection,
Recovery, and Renewal.

Now, why would he take a meeting
with you in the middle of that?

Watson didn't mention anything
about a...

ceremony, I guess.

-Oh.
-But he did
take the appointment.

Ingrid and I know each other.

She can vouch.

INGRID:
We do know each other.

No vouching.

(Adam chuckles softly)

Are you two friends?

Seems like an easy question.

WATSON:
Beck Wythe.

You're the guy
from the incubator, right?

The very same.

I understand you're up to some
kind of retreat or something?

But with five minutes
of your time,

I can connect you
with a kid at CMU

who can swap out
all the robotics in your lab

for something better
and cheaper.

WATSON:
Well, yes, I am intrigued.

But I cleared my morning
schedule for Reflection--

-Recovery and Renewal. Right.
-(whispers): Renewal.

FITZ:
Dr. Watson.

My daughter's here.

Livvy's here.

For her appointment.

Actually, I have
the appointment.

WATSON:
Uh, Sergeant...

...Fitzgerald, right?

Fitz.

People call me "Fitz."

Okay, well,
Sergeant Fitzgerald or Fitz...

...I read the papers
you gave me, and...

I sent you an email
with my best assessment

and a referral.

Do I look like I can afford
to travel to Wisconsin?

We need your help. Now.

Here.

Today.

♪ ♪

Fitz.

You don't have
to do it like this.

Yeah, apparently, I do.

This is the only way
to get your attention.

You're gonna help Livvy today

and you're gonna fix her.

Or else you and me

and everyone in this room...

...we all die.

♪ ♪

All of you rejected me.

Everyone here thinks
my daughter should just die.

Nobody thinks that.

FITZ:
Yeah, of course you do.

You might not be willing
to say it out loud,

but you think it.

But you're gonna see Livvy
today.

And you're gonna help her.

You understand?

I do.

Good.

Now, I don't want anybody
to freak out.

BECK:
Come again?

You have a bomb strapped
to your chest.

Don't talk, Beck.

FITZ:
But I need the police

to know I'm serious.

So everybody cover your ears.

(sighs)

Do it!

♪ ♪

(yelps)

(screaming)

(yelling in distance)

SASHA:
What was that?

Were there people...

That was a smaller version
of what I'm wearing.

We got eyes on us now, so
let's get started. Cell phones.

Turn 'em off.
Put 'em right here.

Let's move!

I'm keeping your phone,
but you can go.

You're not a doctor.
You can't help.

You're just another "X" factor.

Hey, look.

I think...

I'm good here.

-What?
-What?
-I mean, look,

I-I'm not gonna mess
with you, man.

You're trying to help your kid.
I respect that.

You can...

tie me up.

Whatever. It's just...

I can help keep
the situation calm here.

It's kind of a gift of mine.

-Go!
-What are you talking about?

Man gets off
on risking his life,

that's fine by me.

Sit down.

Zip-tie his hands

and wheel him over
to the reception desk.

Quickly!

You--

there are sheets
in this duffel bag.

I want you to use the duct--

Come here! Use the duct tape

and cover the windows.

Leave the bag.

Pick up that landline.

Dial 911.

Tell 'em I want
the entire fourth floor

of UHOP evacuated immediately,

except for the Holmes Clinic.

And if they do that,

and they leave us alone,

I won't hurt anybody.

Tell me what I can do, Fitz.

Sergeant Fitzgerald.

-You lost your chance
to call me "Fitz."
-(Adam speaking indistinctly)

This is my daughter's
medical file.

Starting right now,

Livvy is your only patient.

Save her

and everybody goes home.

(siren wailing)

(engine revving)

(tires screeching)

(indistinct shouting)

We're evacuating
the fourth floor.

Critical patients are
being moved to the first floor

in case a larger evacuation
becomes necessary.

The hospital is on divert.

No incoming patients
until further notice.

Keep working.

Stay calm.

You're setting an example
for everyone who looks at you.

(Stephens speaking indistinctly)

I don't think you understand.
We work on the fourth floor.

Let's go, everybody.

We work in the Holmes Clinic.

My brother is on
the fourth floor. So is Sasha--

Sorry, Doctor.
No one's allowed up.

Just get out of the way.

-We're going up,
so save yourself--
-Shinwell, Stephens.

They're with me. Let's go.

We've been trying
to reach the clinic.

No one's answering.

We can help with the evacuation.

You can't go upstairs.

You can't go to the clinic.

The man with the...

bomb vest, I guess,

he's in the Holmes Clinic.

He's holding everyone there.

Look, just go outside.

I'll come get you when I can.

♪ ♪

Come on. Come on.

Shinwell, come on.

(helicopter whirring overhead)

SECURITY:
Come on, come on,
let's go, let's go.

OFFICER (over loudspeaker):
This is the Pittsburgh PD.

You are surrounded.

There's no chance of escape.

Well?

I already gave you
my best assessment.

No, you blew me off.

No, I referred you to an
excellent doctor.

I'm not a pediatrician.

No one here is.
Now, if you want

our help, we can't do it
with just a file.

We have to examine
your daughter.

Livvy's here.

She's in Room 410.

We just evacuated that floor.

Nah, she's still in there.

I put a sign outside the door.

Dr. Lubbock.

Wheel the crazy guy
to the entrance

and tell me
what you see there, please.

What is the matter with you?

Me? Nothing.

I'm here to help.

You do realize that guy
needs to be taken out.

Be quiet.

FITZ:
And?

There's no one here.

(sirens wailing in distance)

Take one doctor with you.

The walk takes 68 seconds
from here to there,

and I'll be timing you.

-Dr. Derian.
-Come on, Watson.

It's gonna be okay.

Be right back.

Wait.

I got to teach you the knock.

Livvy won't open the door
unless you do the knock.

(indistinct police announcement
continues)

(lock clicks)

Daddy had to cancel
my birthday party last month.

I didn't feel good.

-I'm sorry to hear that, Livvy.
-(coughing)

How long have you had
that cough?

Since the summertime.

It's been really bad
this week, though.

(coughing)

Kaposi's sarcoma.

(Livvy coughing)

Has this been like this
for a while?

LIVVY:
Yeah.

They keep on going.

More up my legs.

(coughing)

When can I see my dad?

-(coughing)
-I'm right here, sweetheart.

I'm gonna see you soon.
I'm gonna see you as soon

as they can figure out
what's going on with you.

These doctors are here
to help us, okay?

Does your mother know
you're here?

Mom died a few years ago.

I'm gonna shine this light
into your eyes, okay?

It's all part of our exam.

Nystagmus.

We could be dealing with
something neurological.

Yeah, she needs
a full neuro exam.

LIVVY:
Where's my dad?

-I'm gonna go check in on him
right now.
-(coughing)

Is it okay if Dr. Derian
stays here with you?

Okay.

Okay, Livvy,
let's get you back in bed.

(exhales)

Y'all don't understand
what needs to happen here.

Sit there and shut up.

Watson's got this.

We have got this.

(footsteps approaching)

-Sergeant Fitzgerald?
-Yeah.

Dr. Watson's back.

I'm gonna give this blood
to Dr. Lubbock.

She's gonna run some tests.

We need to find
anything abnormal.

But I need to get
a history from you.

Livvy mentioned
that her mother died.

What happened there?

With-with Marla?

She got cancer
when Livvy was five.

I don't know what kind.

You don't know
what kind of cancer

your kid's mother died from?

We weren't together then.

We weren't together ever,
really.

I need to hear that story.

In the meantime,
Dr. Lubbock, run tests on that.

-Will do.
-Dr. Croft,

find whatever you can
about Marla's... Marla what?

-Keisel.
-Marla Keisel.
Find out whatever you can

-about Marla Keisel's
medical history.
-On it.

I'm gonna send members
of my team out to your house.

They're gonna look
and test for--

Mold and lead
and heavy metals.

I know. I done testing
like that already.

Everything comes back fine.

All right, great.
I'll hold off on that.

But I need some answers
from you.

Livvy's file doesn't have
any records

from her early years.

Did she have
any complications at birth?

Was she a sick kid?

(phone rings)

FITZ:
Don't answer that!

I don't know.

WATSON:
Her file also mentions

-that she has
chronic low magnesium.
-(Livvy coughing)

-Was she on supplements?
-Yes.

Okay. Good. I need to rule out

any possible inheritable
genetic causes for that.

So I can take a family history,
I can take a blood sample

-from you-- Sergeant Fitzgerald.
-No. No.

-If I don't get
a blood sample from you--
-No.

You don't want a sample from me.

Look, I've raised Livvy
and I've cared for her

and I've done everything
that a father is sup--

I am her father.

I'm just not
her biological father.

Her real dad went to Allderdice
with Marla and me.

Scott Morrison.

He's married, but they were
having an affair since...

forever.

(coughing)

Okay, well,

if you have an address for him,

I can text my team.

They can get us
whatever we need.

(labored breathing)

(pained groaning)

Watson, something's wrong.

Go. Go! Now!
What are you waiting for?!

♪

-(panting)
-She's been in pain
since you left.

Labored breathing.
Stomach pains.

I was finishing her workup when
she started sweating profusely

and screaming in agony.

Livvy, this is Dr. Watson.

-Can you hear me?
-Watson,

there's a lot of fluid,

but I'm pretty sure
that's her spleen.

FITZ:
I can't hear you. Speak louder.

Your daughter's spleen ruptured.

She needs emergency surgery.

Well, then, do-do it!

I'm not a surgeon.
None of us are.

You have to let a surgical team
come in from the outside.

(sighs)

WATSON:
Sergeant Fitzgerald,

Livvy gets this surgery
or she dies.

(sighs)

(indistinct radio chatter)

(phone ringing)

John. Are you okay?

I've been trying to call you.

I'm fine. Everyone here
at the clinic is fine.

We have a patient
that needs help.

-A patient?
-It's a nine-year-old girl

who just had a splenic rupture.

It's the bomber's daughter,
Mary.

She's the reason
why he's doing all of this.

We need a surgeon
with some trauma experience.

I'm coming inside.

I'll bring a team.

Mary...

...I don't know
how this is gonna end.

That's exactly why
I'm coming in.

I lead these people, John.

How am I supposed to do that
if I delegate this?

(birds chirping)

(knocking at door)

Something I can do for you?

Assuming
that you're Scott Morrison,

there absolutely is.

My name's Shinwell Johnson.

I'm a first-year nursing student
at UHOP.

UHOP? Aren't you guys dealing
with a bomb threat right now?

Matter of fact, we are.

And it's exactly that

that brings Dr. Croft
and myself to your door.

We're treating a patient.

A nine-year-old girl
who's related to you.

We need some information
and also a blood sample.

I don't... I don't have
any nine-year-old relatives.

You have a daughter

who's on the operating table
as we speak.

Wait, are you talking
about Marla's kid?

Because that hasn't been proven.

And there's no way I'm gonna
let you blow up my life.

Your life is not the only thing
set to explode today.

People who matter to us
are inside that hospital.

So give us what we need...

...and you can live your life
however you like.

Give us one more bit of attitude

and you can enjoy divorce court,
Scott Morrison!

I don't even know that girl.

I just sent Marla some checks to
make this whole thing go away.

Olivia.

Your daughter's name is Olivia.

♪

MARY:
Thank you.

You all came back in.

Patient is nine years old
with a ruptured spleen.

We all know what to do here.

We know what happens if...

it doesn't work.

♪ ♪

SASHA:
Okay.

So there were
two blood test results

that stood out to me.

Livvy's magnesium is low,
despite being on supplements,

and she tested positive
for Epstein-Barr.

What is that?

It's the virus
that causes mononucleosis.

It spreads through saliva.

Your daughter could have
gotten it anywhere.

-Does that tell us anything?
-Well, it could explain

why Livvy's spleen ruptured.

But I still can't understand why
she's been so sick for so long.

Dr. Croft, you got anything?

Livvy's mother died
from lymphoma.

She had her own set of peculiar
symptoms later on in her life.

So whatever made Marla sick

could've been
making Livvy sick, too.

We could be looking
at something genetic.

BECK:
Ingrid's coming back.

No hello?

(exhales)

(quietly):
Come on...

-Is Livvy out of surgery?
-Almost. It's going well.

It's surgery, but if
you want my best guess...

Livvy's going to wake.

-She's going to be stable.
-(exhales)

-FITZ: Thank God.
-WATSON: Well,
we still need a diagnosis.

The immediate concern has been
taken care of,

-but this doesn't--
-Hey, hey. Stay back.

Look. You're good doctors.

You really are.

It's a shame it took all this.

-(scoffs)
-If you're waiting for

an apology,
Sergeant Fitzgerald,

you can keep standing there.

I see every patient that I can.

I woke up last night
at 2:15 a.m.

just to review a file.

I got burnt out so hard
that I ran away to England.

I got divorced.

I don't have any kids.

I probably will never
have any kids,

and now you want to sit here
and you want to tell me

that I'm not doing enough?

Nah. My daughter needs help--

Every patient that comes
through that door needs help!

Every patient we see,
every patient we can't see,

they're sick,
and they're scared,

and they all need help!

Now, I am sincerely sorry
for what happened to Livvy.

I am.

I tried to help her.

But the truth is,
the more people I help,

the more people want.

And now you're here.

You're here, and maybe...
maybe you'll kill me--

maybe you'll kill all of us--

for that.

You don't have a kid?

ADAM:
I do.

What?

Boy or girl?

I don't know.

She's not here yet. Or...

he's not here.

I don't know yet.

No!

WATSON:
Beck, what are you doing?

Ah! (groaning)

(grunts)

Oh, my God. Watson!

(grunting)

(groaning)

Oh, my God.

(gags)

Stay back. (inhales raggedly)

All of you.

Stay back.

(raspy panting)

FITZ:
You feel that, crazy man?

Feels like a balloon's
about to pop, right?

Oh, whoa. Uh...

FITZ:
Like all the blood's
about to burst

-out of your body, yeah?
-WATSON: Fitz.

Stop. I can't let you kill him.

"Let me"? Who the hell are you?

You might have
C-4 strapped to your body,

But I'm still not gonna
stand here and watch a murder.

(panting)

I'm not a killer, anyway.

Call downstairs.

You tell them
I'm releasing a hostage.

And then take this man
to the elevator

and press "down."

And if I ever see
his face again,

nobody's going home today.

(grunts)

This is Dr. Adam Croft,
in the Holmes Clinic.

He's releasing
one of the hostages.

He's coming down shortly.

His name is Beck Wythe.

SASHA:
Why would you do that?

You mean,
try and save everybody?

-(scoffs)
-We'd all be home right now

if your boss didn't interfere.

I'm a hero.

You're the hot guy from therapy.

-(chuckles)
-She mentioned you. Ingrid.

She leaves out details,
but I can tell there's more.

That's you, right? Beck?

The hot guy from therapy?

I didn't do anything wrong
here today.

Stay away from Ingrid.

Stay away from our clinic.

BECK:
Well, I'm working with

-Dr. Watson, so...
-No, you're not.

I work with Dr. Watson.

You do... whatever you do.

(elevator bell dings)

Okay.

(clears throat)

I'm a hero.

(elevator bell dings)

You're dangerous.

Go downstairs, Beck Wythe.

Don't ever come back.

-OFFICER: Show us your hands.
-OFFICER 2: Show us your hands!

OFFICER:
We have one hostage coming out.

-There he is.
-We're gonna find you a medic

and get you checked out,
all right?

Yeah.

REPORTER:
Can we get a couple words?

REPORTER 2:
Like to talk to you, sir.

(breathing raggedly)

(Fitz breathing hard)

(panting)

That looks like a bad injury.

We need to take a look at it.

You're wounded in your neck.

It's very close
to your jugular veins.

If we don't treat you, you're
gonna collapse and bleed out.

(breathing raggedly)

Just one button, Dr. Watson.

That's all I gotta do,
is press one button.

Understood.

That is your external jugular.

I'm gonna have
to tie off that vein.

That open wound's gonna
be a problem.

You were
a military doctor, yeah?

I was.

Can you still do a whipstitch?

Use the skin to cover it?

I hear anything weird
going on out there,

you know what happens here.

I'm not sure
I believe you, Sergeant.

But I'm gonna stitch
this wound anyway.

You don't think
I'll blow this place up?

I don't think
you're a murderer.

Matter of fact,
I know you're not.

You tipped your hand with Beck.

You're here trying
to help your daughter.

You're not here
to murder anybody.

If you don't think I'd do it...

...why not
just let me bleed out?

Because I've made
that choice before.

I put it all on the scale
and I decided not to step in.

I had to do it,
but I didn't like it.

To someone in my shoes, that's
the same thing as killing.

So even if you

took this vest off,
I would still fix this wound.

I would still treat Livvy,
'cause she's my patient now.

I believe you.

(phone ringing)

You can get that!

He-Hello?

Hey. Are you okay?

SASHA:
Hi. Yeah, no, I'm fine.

-Adam's okay. Everybody's okay.
-Hi.

I'll tell Lauren
that I talked to you.

God, I wish I was in there.

With you...

instead of you...

I know. Um...

But the best thing you can do
for us right now is work.

Did y'all get anything?

Check your email.

Um, we got a blood sample

and a medical history
from Scott Morrison.

Just sent a screenshot
of some recent bloodwork.

He's healthy.
His kids are, too.

No history of cancers,
autoimmune diseases,

or genetic conditions.

SHINWELL: Yeah.
There's some bloke out here,

surrounded by cameras,

who claims he was an hostage
as well.

That would be Beck Wythe.

You should ask Ingrid about him.

I know him.
I don't vouch for him.

SASHA:
Hmm.

-You see that?
-Scott Morrison's

blood type is AB positive.

But that doesn't make sense.

Livvy should be
out of surgery soon.

As soon as she can eat,
we're gonna have food for her.

What does she like?

Tacos.

No cilantro on 'em, though.

She won't eat 'em
if they got cilantro.

Cilantro? You mean the...

herb that's famous for having
no taste whatsoever?

(grunts) Livvy hates it.

I-I do, too.
Tastes like soap.

You think my daughter could
still have a chance?

We're working
as hard as we can.

No, I don't mean today.
I mean...

Let's assume you can help her.

There is only one person's got
a guaranteed bad outcome today,

and that's... that's me.

That's... that's her "dad."

You know.

Could she still be okay

without me?

I don't know.

But if you didn't help her
today, she might not be alive.

Yeah, but I don't mean,
"Will she survive?"

I mean, "Will she be okay?"

I'm going to prison, man.

Or worse...

if there's worse.

She's got, uh, got my sister.

She cares.

You think...

You think that's enough?

Can my daughter still have

a good life?

And maybe... do something
that matters, you know?

Something like
what you're doing?

If Livvy's still here...

of course she can.

(monitor beeping steadily)

Hi, Livvy.

How do you feel, sweetie?

Okay, maybe.

I want to see my dad.

Your dad is working
to help you get better.

I'm here with you.

When you can eat,
we'll get tacos for you.

No cilantro,
just like your daddy told us.

Does that sound good?

(helicopter whirring overhead)

-(muffled conversation)
-(heart beating)

(breathing loudly)

(blood rushing)

(breathing hard)

INGRID:
Sergeant!

WATSON:
Your bandage is soaked.

I don't think
the whipstitch is working.

-We need to get you
into surgery.
-Hey. Hey, uh...

-This is urgent.
-How is she? How's Livvy?

She is stable,
but she's very sick.

Dr. Derian checked
her chromosomes

as part of the tests we ran.

She found significantly
skewed X-inactivation.

It's like one of her
X chromosomes just turned off.

What does that...
what does that mean?

It opens up a whole
new world of diagnosis.

Any condition
which would typically

impact only males
could be afflicting Livvy.

WATSON:
We have a potential diagnosis
for you, Sergeant.

X-linked immunodeficiency
with magnesium defect,

Epstein-Barr virus infection
and neoplasia.

XMEN disease.

It's a rare genetic condition.

Doctors have
only known about it

for the past decade.

Livvy's
chronically low magnesium,

her reaction to Epstein-Barr,

even her mother's lymphoma...

XMEN disease would
explain all of it.

XMEN disease?

That does...

that doesn't sound real.

No, it's real.

Okay?
There's a treatment for it.

We need to harvest
T cells from her father.

If we can't do that, then
Livvy doesn't have much hope.

Scott Morrison.

I thought I told you.

-I thought y'all talked to him.
-Scott Morrison's blood type

is AB positive.
Livvy's type O.

It's nearly impossible
for Scott to be her father.

What?

(panting)

Then who... who the hell is it?

Who's Livvy's dad?

You are, Sergeant Fitzgerald.

You're Livvy's father.

-What?
-WATSON: The cilantro was

what made me suspicious.

It tastes disgusting
to both of you.

Like soap, you said.

Well, that's actually
an inherited trait.

I took a tissue sample when
I was stitching up your neck.

I compared your DNA
to Livvy's DNA.

You're HLA compatible.

But I was never with Marla.

Are you... sure about that?

There was a night...

before I deployed, when she...

she came over, and we-we...

drank a lot of wine.

But I...

I can't remember.

WATSON:
You are Livvy's father
in every way.

Marla told Scott it was him
so Livvy could have money.

She then sent Livvy to you
so Livvy could have a father.

A real father. You.

-She needs T cells?
-Yes.

And we need your blood
to get them. This is urgent.

Okay? Now, we need
to take you into surgery,

we need to fix that wound,

and we need to draw enough blood
to save Livvy.

Okay...

How do-how do I...
What...

I still...

Well, you're gonna have
to take that off, Sergeant.

We're your doctors now.
You're gonna have to trust us.

Call me Fitz.

♪ ♪

WATSON:
Fitz, first we're
gonna draw your blood.

And we're gonna
take quite a bit.

We'll harvest
your T cells from your blood.

That'll treat
her current symptoms

of the Epstein-Barr virus.

Then I need to genetically
engineer your cells in the lab.

Those cells will
replace the genes

causing Livvy's XMEN disease.

She'll get an IV infusion.

Then we just have to see
how she responds.

Daddy?

Do you feel okay?

Yeah.

Yeah, Olivia, I, uh...

I feel like I'm getting better.

Me, too.

-I'm getting better, too.
-Yeah?

Watch this.

That sounds really good.

That makes me very happy.

Can I hold your hand
a little bit?

Of course.

(exhales)

Boy, I love you.

You fill my heart with joy.

You fill my heart with joy, too.

Uh...

I have to go with
Dr. Watson now.

He fixed us.
Fixed both of us.

They said you fixed me, Dad.

Well, we...

we did it together,

sweetheart, we did it together.

Can you give your dad
a hug, please?

(sighs)

MARY:
It's over.

(sighs)

Livvy is okay.

John is taking
her dad downstairs.

We can all go.

It's over.

You're gonna stop, right?

You're gonna stop
sleeping with that guy, Beck?

Who says I'm sleeping with him?

I have met
plenty of broken people.

I have never seen
anything like that.

You're not safe around him.

He'll hurt you.

He'll hurt anybody.

I understand.

You're right.

(sighs)

Today sucked.

Let's go downstairs.

("Madness" by Muse playing)

♪ I ♪

♪ I can't get these memories ♪

♪ Out of my mind ♪

♪ And some kind of ♪

♪ Madness ♪

♪ Is starting to evolve ♪

♪ Ma-ma-ma-ma-ma-ma-ma-ma,
mad, mad, mad ♪

-♪ Mm ♪
-♪ Ma-ma-ma-ma-ma-ma-ma-ma ♪

♪ Mad, mad, mad ♪

♪ And I ♪

♪ I tried so hard ♪

♪ To let you go ♪

♪ But some kind of ♪

♪ Madness ♪

♪ Is swallowing me ♪

-♪ Whole ♪
-♪ Ma-ma-ma-ma-ma-ma-ma ♪

-♪ Mad, mad, mad ♪
-♪ Yeah ♪

♪ And now ♪

♪ I have finally ♪

♪ Seen the end ♪

♪ Finally seen the end ♪

♪ And I'm ♪

♪ Not expecting ♪

♪ You to care ♪

-♪ Expecting you to care ♪
-♪ No ♪

♪ That I ♪

♪ Have finally ♪

-♪ Realized ♪
-♪ Realized ♪

♪ I need your ♪

♪ Love... ♪

(song ends)

(sighs)

What are you doing up here?

Ah, didn't want you having
to deal with the mess

in the morning, guv'nor.

You don't have to do all that.
It's been a long day.

Should go home, Shinwell.

I can't go home, guv.

I'm too bloody angry.

I bumped into him.

The bomber.

On me way out with Dr. Croft.

And he gave me a bad feeling.

But I still left.

You helped us
with this case, Shinwell.

Oh, guv...

You was in here with a bomb.
Where was I?

Was out there.

Standing on the sidelines.

-Maybe if I'd stayed...
-No, no,

there's no use
with the "what-ifs."

Why don't you try
the truth instead?

Today was... was awful.
It was.

But a little girl is
on her way to recovery.

And no one died.

I'm not sure, guv.

Scott Morrison's wife
might still do him in.

Well, you can't win 'em all.

(both laugh)

Go home, Shinwell.

Tell you what,
I'll take my leave when you do.

(typing)

(knocking at door)

What's the matter with you?

Why didn't you leave?

'Cause I wanted to help.

(short chuckle)
Oh.

You wanted to help.

Yeah.

Didn't you see the clips?

I stood up to the bomber.

I'm a hero.

How'd it feel?

Putting your life on the line?

Taking the ultimate risk.

BECK:
Felt like being alive.

(Ingrid chuckles quietly)

I wouldn't mind
chasing that rush.