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This is one of the worst fractures I've ever seen.

- This patient should be in surgery. - Exactly.

She's got a type III supracondylar fracture

- of the humerus. - And she's a child.

You can't operate on a minor without parental consent.

Every minute we delay, we're risking compartment syndrome,

- permanent nerve damage, even... - If you take this kid to the OR,

Dr. Morstan, we might as well write the settlement check now.

Okay, so where are the parents?

Maine.

She says they're in Maine.

A kid from Maine is in Pittsburgh without any parents?

What is going on?

Guys, what am I missing here?

The patient says she's not a minor.

She says she's 30.

It doesn't matter what she says.

We all have eyes.

Maybe you should hear this from her.

Just, you know, brace yourself.

It might get spicy.

Who the (BLEEP) are you?

It's a good question, really.

Why do I even want to be back at the clinic?

I've got talents. I've got skills.

I could take them anywhere.

Well, today is your first day back.

Why did you fight so hard for this job?

I mean, they see the best patients.

They, uh...

They do the best work.

I would work there if I was a-a doctor,

not a consultant.

Okay, thank you, Glen.

But I would like to hear from Ingrid.

Glen-One-N is right.

Kind of.

- There isn't a better fellowship in the country. - Let me call you back.

I mean,

the work they do at the Holmes Clinic,

the work we do,

it's right at the edge of what people know.

It's at the edge of...

everything.

Welcome to group, Mr. Wythe.

We start on time.

Sorry. Had a call.

Sorry.

Hey, everyone.

I'm Beck Wythe.

Like "lithe" with a "W."

Please go on.

I'm interested.

You said Glen was kind of right.

What is he missing?

I don't know.

It's my place?

Hate how that sounds.

But it is.

It's my place.

Five sociopaths walk into a room.

They all sit in a circle and share their feelings.

Is that the setup to a joke?

You ditched the cane. Nice.

It's the setup to a horror movie.

You don't gather cluster "B" deviants in a cluster.

That's how they hatch plans.

We all agreed to this.

We have to make it work with Ingrid.

I know. It's just...

this whole therapy thing,

it's not helping me feel better.

They say it takes time.

Good morning, everyone.

Therapy. They say it takes time.

Usually the people around you notice a difference

before you do.

Uh, what are you guys talking about?

You.

We're talking about you.

But you probably knew that already.

Appreciate the honesty.

Honesty leads to cake.

Burnt almond torte.

Prantl's.

Best cake I ever had.

Oh, you remembered.

I remember everything.

Mm.

Like, for example,

we never had pea plants before.

Watson inoculated the roots

with rhizobia bacteria.

He's trying to create a self-fertilizing ecosystem.

If he's successful, basic...

He'd disrupt the fertilizer companies

right out of the market.

Cool.

Where is Watson anyway?

Sorry to disturb, guv.

The fellows,

all four of the fellows,

were wondering if you were gonna join them

for today's remote consults.

Sorry, I, uh...

got in early today.

It's early now, Dr. Watson.

Yeah, no, I mean, like, really early.

All right, Laila, wondering where I've been this morning.

Mary.

"The Pittsburgh mystery."

What is that, guv?

Uh...

that's nothing, that's...

nothing. Not sure what I was doing there.

- Hmm. - Morning, Ingrid.

Welcome back.

- It's nice to be here... - I have to get to the ER.

Someone run the remote without me.

I'll review the notes.

Someone? Who?

Uh...

let's go with...

Adam.

Your faith means the world to me.

Sincerely.

Okay. Remote consult.

Let's get it.

The patient's of indeterminate age.

She got T-boned in her Mustang.

"Indeterminate age"?

Can't she just tell you how old she is?

Well, the patient says she's 30.

There's some...

question if that's accurate.

- What about I.D.? - Mm.

The EMTs put her in the ambulance

before she could grab it.

We're trying to figure out which impound lot

the car got towed to.

I need to operate on her.

But I need to know how old she is first.

Wait, I don't understand. Like, even if you're off,

say, what, a couple years,

what's the issue?

Hmm.

I get that a lot.

I'm Dr. John Watson.

- Your name's...? - Max.

I go by Max. And, yes,

before you ask, I am 30.

I'm really 30.

Well, you must have a hard time

getting people to believe that, Max.

I thought you said this guy was a genius.

Of course I have a hard time.

Look at me.

If you're just gonna let me suffer,

I'll take my business down the street.

No, no, that's okay. Um...

I have an idea.

Can you open up your mouth as wide as you can for me?

I want to believe you, Max. I-I really do, but...

let me just have a quick peek.

Okay?

Just quick.

Look at that.

Coffee stains.

Moderate attrition on the surfaces.

Her teeth.

I should've thought of that.

Well, I can't lie, Max.

You look like a ten-year-old.

But inside your mouth,

I see fully erupted third molars.

Your teeth have been here for decades.

I'll get her prepped for surgery.

I believe you, Max.

You are 30.

No (BLEEP) (BLEEP).

I'm not trying to be a Karen,

but how soon can you get me out of here?

Well, it's a serious orthopedic procedure.

Dr. Morstan... she's one of the best surgeons in the country.

But given your condition,

it's hard to predict the recovery time.

Max, if you don't mind me asking,

when did you first realize

that your body wasn't aging typically?

I do mind you asking.

I have a broken arm.

I'm not trying to do therapy here.

No, neither am I.

I have seen most of what the world has to offer,

but I've never met someone like you.

I'd like to help.

Help how?

Are you gonna put me in a machine

that changes me into a normal adult?

I wish I could.

I really do.

But the truth is,

I have no idea what type of interventions are possible.

You didn't bull(BLEEP) me.

I like that.

Look, if it'll get me out of here faster,

I'll give you the 30-second version.

If you want to take samples or whatever while I'm under,

have at it.

But that's it.

Seriously, I don't want to live under a microscope.

I'd love to hear your story.

I was always small.

When I was ten, everything stopped.

They gave me growth hormones.

My ankles swelled up bigger than Grammy's.

What'd your doctors do next?

They tried to send me to UHOP.

The Mayo Clinic.

Someplace with fancy doctors.

My mom works the deli counter.

Those clinics might as well have been the moon.

Are we good now?

I have to get to Crater Lake.

Yeah.

We're good.

Oregon, though, huh?

That's where you're headed?

Only vacation my mom ever took.

She said the lake is this kind of beautiful blue

- that you can't see anywhere else. - I've been there.

There are no rivers or streams feeding into the lake.

All just rain and snow.

The purest colors in the world.

But I hear you can't swim there anymore

because they're worried about the water changing.

Everything changes, Dr. Watson.

Except me.

Patient is 30.

Patient looks ten.

No one in her world has bothered to find out why.

Max didn't respond to growth hormone.

She lives in a world

where no one will see her for who she really is.

Think about the way that this woman lives.

- "Woman." - She subsists on call center jobs.

She lives at home because no landlords take her seriously.

Max will never experience the moments

that we all take for granted.

Did you take a basic history?

- Very basic. - Okay, well,

let's take a detailed one.

She's our patient, right?

- Watson? - Hmm.

She is our patient?

Well, I'm in process on that issue.

Look, Max's history is not an issue right now.

She's headed for surgery.

I have never seen anything like this before.

Ever.

I'm not even sure there's a name for what this woman has.

- "Woman." - You keep saying that.

It's the right word, but we're all looking at the same picture.

Takes some getting used to, is all.

Max Bowers

is significant.

And we will help her.

Now, for whatever reason,

Max's chart isn't connected to our system, so...

...Stephens

and...

Ingrid...

...call around Maine,

dig up every record that you can find.

Adam and Sasha, make the rounds of the impound lots.

Max was driving a '66 Mustang coupe.

Dang.

If I find it, can I drive it?

We're not joyriding.

We are looking for clues.

Her stuff. Maybe a journal.

Anything that can shed some light on where she came from.

Meanwhile, I'm going to keep my eye out on Max's operation.

We'll connect after that.

It's good to see you all in one room.

Happy hunting.

Someone at Schuldiner General

in Bangor told me Max Bowers saw a Dr. Evert at your clinic?

Uh, no, ma'am...

Of course you don't have a record of a Dr. Evert.

Okay, let's go by patient name.

Has Maxine Bowers had treatment there?

Okay. Um, if anything turns up, please call me back.

My name is Dr. Ingrid Derian...

Remind me never to get sick at Caleb's Gore, Maine.

Closest population center is two hours away.

You can't open a hospital anywhere close.

The numbers don't work.

Max saw doctors in pop-up tents.

Probably never saw the same person twice.

A medical desert.

They're all over the place.

If you ever need help in one, well...

you're relying on the kindness of strangers.

Max can tell you how that works out.

Should we just have it out?

We have unresolved issues.

I mean, Watson thinks so anyway.

That's why he put us together.

I'm not your problem here.

You're not mad?

No.

I've seen you get mad at hospice volunteers.

I saw you get mad at a school bus once.

But you're not mad at me?

I've had some time with the whole thing.

I can...

more or less wrap my head around what you did.

And I'm working on all that, by the way.

The irritation. Everything else.

You're getting laid.

And I'm happy for you,

but that's not the same thing as working on it.

Why did you fight so hard to come back here anyway?

This is a good place.

I mean, it's good overall, and it's,

you know, good for people like us.

"People like us"?

You and me. People with a diagnosis.

I don't have a diagnosis.

Of course not.

Sorry.

If you're not my problem here,

who is?

♪ Once upon a time, I almost lost my mind ♪

♪ I was lonely ♪

♪ So lonely... ♪

We're ready, Dr. Morstan.

Thank you, Petra.

♪ Hoping every day things would go my way ♪

♪ Then you came ♪

Hard to believe she's really 30.

♪ Once upon a time ♪

♪ I was lone... ♪

Something wrong, Doctor?

I'm not annoyed, Andre,

but you could get me there if you keep asking me that.

Okay, I'm sorry.

We'll-we'll figure it out, okay?

I get you have to do this.

Dr. Bynum.

I'm glad I caught you.

I'm glad to be caught, Dr. Watson.

Listen, sorry about this morning.

I couldn't sleep last night.

Got caught up thinking about some stuff.

Mm, anything fun?

Uh, too soon to tell.

Not a big deal.

Maybe a note next time?

I don't like waking up alone.

We have our, you know,

- morning appointment. - Yes, we do.

- Uh-huh. - Yes, we do.

But I'm seeing you this weekend, right?

- I can make it up to you. - Actually, I have Micah now.

His dad got called to Morgantown.

Some kind of liquidity crisis for one of his clients.

We promised the kid Kennywood for good grades.

I'm on the hook now.

Oh, cool, I can go with you.

I haven't ridden Thunderbolt in years.

You good?

John, you haven't met my son.

Yeah, no, I know.

Um...

Oh, I'm sorry. This is the emergency phone.

Emergency phone. Got it.

Everything okay?

Sorry, can I borrow you for a few minutes?

I need your professional opinion.

But once I reduced her arm, I found

multiple enlarged lymph nodes in her left arm and neck.

I've felt that before.

It's always been one thing.

It's concerning for lymphoma.

I'm not arguing with that.

And of course I'm happy to weigh in.

But I am a pediatric oncologist,

and this woman's 30 years old.

Well, Max Bowers is kind of 30,

but she's kind of something else.

I don't understand.

(BLEEP) me dead in a field of flowers.

You know about the lymphoma?

You know you might have cancer?

"Might"?

Try "do."

Why didn't you tell us?

I just need you to fix my arm.

Ms. Bowers.

Max. You've had a low-grade fever since you got to UHOP.

It could be a sign of...

It could be a sign things are advancing.

Isn't that what things do?

Advance?

Most things anyway.

I don't want any pills,

I don't want any scans,

and I don't want any radiation.

Max, most lymphoma is highly treatable.

Sounds great for someone who wants treatment.

You guys really can't read a room, can you?

Speaking of which,

look at the vibes with you three.

Am I the only one here who hasn't (BLEEP) everyone else?

- Mind your business, Max. - Tell you what...

you mind your business, and I'll extend the favor right back.

I'm 30.

I'm not getting any younger.

But I'm not getting any older either.

I'll never have a boyfriend.

Or a husband.

Or a daughter.

Or a real job.

Or a ticket to an R-rated movie.

If there is cancer inside of me,

it can't do its job fast enough.

I'm gonna go to Crater Lake.

I'm gonna swim in the blue water

just like my mom did.

And then I'm ready for what comes after.

I need more pain meds.

Dr. Morstan authorized a dose

to keep you comfortable, so...

And then, what, are you gonna handcuff me to the bed?

Of course not, Max.

Ooh, I know.

Call CPS.

Tell them there's a ten-year-old with no parents at UHOP.

Well, you're an adult.

While I don't agree with what you're doing,

I respect your autonomy.

You don't make it easy to hate you.

I hate that.

So what do you got, Dr. Watson?

You gonna reach into your bag of tricks,

give old Max a reason to keep going?

I see reasons to live everywhere I look, Max.

Listen.

You're one of the good ones.

But tomorrow,

as soon as I can move without screaming...

...I'm leaving.

I'm leaving.

Thank you all for coming back.

Tonight we have two problems,

and we have to solve one

or both of those problems by the time Max Bowers wakes up.

Problem one...

the patient could be dying.

Problem two...

the patient doesn't want to live.

But don't those cancel each other out?

You could say we have zero problems.

We have two problems.

Two teams.

Our first issue is for Team How to Stay Alive.

Problem two

is a job for Team Why Stay Alive at All?

Ingrid and...

Sasha, you two

are Team How to Stay Alive.

Shouldn't Sasha be on Team Yay Life?

No, too obvious.

Get us data.

Find anyone who will pick up a phone in Maine

and build a timeline of Max's conditions.

Congratulations, Crofts.

You two get to discover the meaning of life.

Sure you're comfortable having Stephens on this issue?

I like life.

I tolerate life.

- We have an understanding. - Don't despair.

Shinwell will be with you in spirit.

He's gonna be sitting with Max

while I sequence her genome in the lab.

- But just watching the young lady? - I mean,

pretty much, yeah.

If she wakes up, then, you know,

you have to give her hope.

Is that all?

Max Bowers has lymphoma.

It's gonna be a fight.

She has to see that there's something worthwhile

on the other side of that.

What does our patient need?

Companionship.

We have to promise Max that we'll find others like her.

Watson, we don't even know if someone else like Max exists.

There are eight billion of us on this planet.

We live in the richest country on Earth,

and yet Max just slipped through the cracks?

No.

I believe there are others.

There's a big difference

between "promise" and "believe," guv.

You could call that a lie.

It's a bet.

And we have to make it

or Max will just check out of here in the morning.

Now, who knows?

She may not even make it to Oregon.

Sorry to wake you, Dr. Patel.

I got your name from the margins of a medical record.

Did you happen to see a patient named Max Bowers

while you were volunteering at a pop-up clinic in rural Maine?

Maine? I've never been.

You've never been to Maine.

Wrong Dr. Patel.

- Is there anything else? - No, sorry.

Enjoy your sleep.

Are you really trying to change?

I go to group therapy two times a week.

I sit in a circle

with a revolving group of American Psycho proxies.

A month ago, the woman sitting next to me

got arrested in the middle of a session.

I just...

...say things... about myself.

It's excruciating.

I'm trying.

Say something.

If I wanted people to think I was different,

that all sounds like a good way to do it.

If everything I do is some mastermind chess gambit,

if I'm always faking it no matter what, then...

I can't win, can I?

I'm not evil. I didn't betray you.

You betrayed the team.

You should have said something.

We could have helped you.

I was being blackmailed.

Some guy in a polo shirt,

who turned out to be no less than James Moriarty,

had information that could send me to prison for life.

He asked me to pour some powder into a jar.

I had no idea that would hurt Stephens.

When I found out, I did what I had to do.

And then I got fired,

and the rest of you turned your backs on me.

Everyone. But especially you.

Especially me?

I miss you.

You're gone from my life.

You're banging Stephens Croft,

I don't even get to hear how that's going.

I don't have a lot of friends.

I don't have any friends.

So maybe I'm always planning nine moves ahead

or maybe I just miss you.

Just outside if you need me.

Cheers, Louise.

You don't look like a doctor.

I'm not.

I'm a nursing student.

Shinwell Johnson.

Best, perhaps, if you regard me as...

...the Ambassador of Kindness for the Holmes Clinic.

You don't look kind.

And you don't look 30, love.

Isn't the world full of whimsy and surprise?

I bring a message from Dr. Watson,

who wishes you to remain here at UHOP as our guest.

- We've been over this. - Yeah, all right.

You haven't heard this bit yet. Listen.

Oh. All right, sorry.

Dr. Watson has analyzed your genome.

There's no better set of eyes out there.

He's even reached out to a whole bevy of colleagues.

This syndrome that affects you

hasn't even been named yet, but...

...it ain't unique neither.

You're not alone in this world, Miss Max.

Stop it. Don't say that.

All right. Hang on, hang on.

Hey, hey, hey. Look.

There are other people

just like you out there somewhere.

That is a promise from Dr. Watson.

Thing is, if you leave this morning...

...he can't help you.

You'll never get to meet them.

- Hey. - Hey.

All-nighter?

You need an infusion of caffeine and carb-laden pastries.

- Well, this will buy me about an hour. - Mm.

- Thank you. - Yeah. You getting anywhere?

Well, I've... I've called in favors on three continents,

and, um, I don't know, something will shake loose.

Yeah.

Okay.

Okay. Um, Laila.

About Micah, I, um, I get it.

I do, it's a big deal, uh,

you know, introducing a man to your son.

And for me, I just...

I shouldn't have thrown it out there so casually.

Thanks.

Felt kind of weird, I can't lie.

You good?

I mean, these last few days, I don't know.

You're gone in the morning

and you're not always there when we talk.

Did something change with you?

No, no. No, just, uh... I'm good.

No, seriously, I'm good, it's just old habits, I guess.

I promise that, uh, I'll do better.

You're doing fine.

You're doing great, actually.

Just... be here.

Oh, uh, uh, sorry to interrupt.

Whoa, are you two looking for a hairbrush?

We stayed up all night for you, and we found Dr. Patel.

That might not sound like much of an accomplishment,

but there are a lot of Dr. Patels.

The Dr. Patel, who we just talked to,

he treated Max at a pop-up clinic eight months ago.

She was complaining of fever and fatigue

all the way back then.

We ran down an ER visit from four months ago.

- Same symptoms. - Fever for eight months?

That's not consistent with lymphoma.

That's why we're here instead of looking for a hairbrush.

Max never had a biopsy.

And if she did, based on what we're seeing...

It could come back negative.

She doesn't have cancer.

This is something else.

- You're not with Max? - Young lady asked

for three shots of espresso, piping hot.

- Everything okay? - Better than okay.

She doesn't have cancer.

So, we have some...

Where's Max?

Where is she?

You are kind.

"You're also full of it.

"It's just me.

"Eight billion people and me.

Tell Dr. Watson to take care."

She's gone, guv.

Max is gone.

Where's Watson?

With Shinwell, outside looking for Max.

Did he say

what he wanted from us?

Let's assume security's on top of the search at UHOP.

We've got two problems here.

Well, we had two problems last night.

Now our patient's missing.

I'm getting three, but feel free to check my math.

I get three, too. No notes.

Wait, I have one note: Max Bowers

was never officially our patient.

Wait, I have a note and a question.

Are you pretending to be Watson right now?

Because you are definitely not Ingrid.

Watson's not here. I'm trying to help.

That's the "not Ingrid" part.

Problem one: if Max doesn't have lymphoma,

what's wrong with her? Problem two:

- where is she? - On the way to Crater Lake.

That's 2,500 miles away.

Max's car is impounded, the frame's bent to hell.

She has no I.D., no money.

She's also not our patient.

She checked out against medical advice.

She doesn't want any help.

Sorry.

I was doing Ingrid. The real Ingrid.

This woman's been an outcast her whole life.

No one sees her for who she really is,

and the second they do, they recoil and walk away.

Medicine has failed Max Bowers over and over again.

If we were in her shoes, anyone in this room,

including me, would have quit a long time ago.

Max is tired, but there's fight there.

We have to help her find it.

Okay, that was like Watson but with your own spin.

That was good.

I was headed to the lab.

We got samples from Max when she was under.

Figured I'd dig into a diagnosis.

I'll help.

Crofts, you're in the search party.

Where would you go if you were Max?

On it, ma'am. Or sir.

Whoever you are.

Max is anemic.

I can tell just by eyeballing it.

Too few red blood cells and insanely low platelets.

She made two complaints about hand pain

and stiffness five months apart.

Fever's been consistent for nearly a year now.

Max tells every doctor she sees about fatigued she is.

We should send an ANA...

Complement C3 and C4, not to mention...

Inflammatory markers and a urinalysis.

Max has lupus.

I'm concerned for it. We'll see what the tests say.

Don't give me that "bless your heart" concern thing.

You just diagnosed the patient with the great imitator.

Ruthless bitch.

It's great, by the way.

Being with Stephens.

Generally great? 'Cause that's not what I asked.

I know what you asked.

It's great.

There's like a whole other Stephens.

The man has appetites.

- Really? - He has a Viking hiding in there.

An especially open-minded Viking.

And he's naturally blessed, if you follow.

Really?

They should make a mold. It would sell.

That means Adam is... blessed?

I guess it does, genetically speaking.

I should learn not to ask so many questions.

BOLO in Morningside Heights,

it's gonna be for a suspect in a 10-16.

Suspect owns firearms.

Local units, please respond with caution.

Copy, 412.

Do you have a description or an address?

No sign of Max?

- Oh, I can, uh, wait outside. - If you want to.

Something you haven't seen a thousand times before?

I didn't keep count.

Nice outfit.

Party on the top, business on the bottom.

- Yeah. - You stayed up all night, huh?

It's almost 8:00 p.m., John.

You should go home. I got you.

And I, um... I'm just keeping an ear out for Max.

I heard.

You think you're the only one who can download

- a police scanner app? - Do we have anyone

- in Harmarville Business Park... - I got eight hours of sleep last night.

I'll call you if I hear anything.

Max is my patient, too, you know.

Pennsylvania tags.

Last seen headed outbound on Route 28.

- Involved in a death earlier today. - All right.

- No, you're right. - I got you. Go sleep.

- You're right, you're right. - All West Homestead units,

respond to a 10-75 near the bridge

at Sandcastle Drive.

We need Child Protective Services on site.

Copy, 412. Why Child Protective Services?

From what I'm hearing, a ten-year-old

tried to steal a car.

Uh, sir, you c... No, you're gonna have to turn around

and go back the way you came.

Officer, my name is Dr. John Watson.

- That woman you arrested? - Woman?

Well, it's complicated. Max is older than she looks.

I've done some work with a homicide detective

that's stationed in Oakland.

Lestrade. My condolences.

Listen, if it's all right with you,

I'd like to talk to the patient.

No, honestly, I'm glad you're here.

The kid's kind of freaking out.

Hey, let him through. Let him through!

She's over here.

Max.

Max, I have some news.

Max, listen. I have some news.

You don't have cancer. I believe you have lupus.

Max, this is good.

I... I can't get air in.

I need an ambulance now!

EMS said they're out!

I got you, Max. I got you.

Wait. Stop.

I don't want to go to the hospital.

Stop. I don't want to go to the hospital.

I don't want to go to the hospital.

Hey, Max. You can go anywhere you want

once you're back on your feet, okay?

No! Stop! I am an adult.

I am 30. I do not want this.

- I don't want this. - All right, okay.

Okay, okay. You know what? Hey.

Give me five minutes with the patient, please, okay?

Give me five minutes!

Okay? Five.

All right, come on, guys, let's back it up.

It's fine.

This is good.

Sooner than I expected, but I like this spot.

The lights are pretty.

- I'm good. - No.

No, you don't have to die tonight, Max.

If you let us help you, we can ease your breathing

and get your lupus under control.

So I can go on living?

My mom's gone, Watson.

She collapsed in the middle of a shift.

I'm sorry to hear that, Max.

She left me $7,100.

That and her ashes are in the back of my Mustang.

- I'm alone. - No. We don't know if that's true.

- Stop lying! - I didn't lie. I made a bet.

When we found out you had cancer, I...

I was so caught up into your symptoms,

I barely had time to analyze your genome.

Well, I did that today. All day I did that.

I believe you have a mutation to your KISS1R gene.

And if I'm right, that causes a form of hypogonadism

like I've never even seen before.

We know what to look for now, Max.

I can tell every geneticist in the world

what to look for, too, and that's one gene.

They just have to focus on one gene.

Now, I can't promise you that there's someone else.

I can't.

And even if there is, it would take months to find that person.

Even years.

But I can promise you this, Max:

if you refuse treatment,

if you just...

if you want to die tonight...

...you'll never get to find out.

So, make the bet, Max.

Come on, let's do it together.

All right.

Oh, thank God.

Patient complains of shortness of breath.

Her sats were in the 80s.

Breathing sounds are diminished on the right,

likely due to pleural effusion.

Nurse Reyes, I need the portable ultrasound

and a thoracentesis kit.

Yes, Dr. Morstan.

Got to shorten the breathing, got to shorten the breathing.

Hey, Max, you have fluid in your lungs.

I need you to lean forward as far as you can, okay?

Ultrasound, Dr. Morstan.

Go away. I want to be alone with my doctor.

Doctors.

Visualizing her lungs now.

There's a significant effusion near the right lower lobe.

Understood.

Like I said, I got you, Max.

I got you, okay?

Nice outfit.

Do you know why I swear so much, Dr. Watson?

It's how you get people to see you for who you really are?

Smart guy.

Well, go on and do it, then.

Save my life, (BLEEP).

Just heard from Watson. Max is responding to the steroids.

In a few days, we can discharge her

without sending in the cavalry.

That's great. I'm glad.

We did well here.

Feels good to be back.

Good night.

What's my diagnosis?

I shouldn't have said it. Just slipped out.

You think there's something there.

- It's none of my business. - I have some, um...

...mixed feelings towards you,

some pretty well-earned mixed feelings.

But you're the smartest doctor here.

Uh, John Watson works at this clinic.

I know he does.

What is it? What do you see?

Have you never been diagnosed with depression?

Depression? That's it?

What? No, don't do that. Don't dismiss it.

Stephens, the irritability. The black moods,

the voice in your head that tears you down all day long.

- You don't know what's inside my head. - Am I wrong?

Look, major depressive disorder.

Is it the end of the world? Of course not.

But is it a burden pretty much every second

of every single day?

Yeah.

Look, I'm just one doctor, but since you asked,

you have a diagnosis.

People like us...

...maybe we can get better... maybe we can't.

I don't know.

Ask me in a year.

Beck, right?

- Hey, Ingrid. - What's up?

I came to check out the clinic where you work.

Yeah, we don't just let people wander around in there.

Call ahead next time.

We'll still say no, but call ahead.

I opened up a start-up incubator here in town.

I connect the tech kids at CMU with money people out west.

Wow, cool.

Seems like you have some interesting things

going on behind those doors.

I'd like to learn more.

I met you in group therapy for sociopaths.

This is not the beginning of a business relationship.

Yeah, we'll just get coffee, in that case.

It's not the beginning of any kind of relationship.

- Hmm. - Nice to see you.

Don't come back.

I'm hearing a soft no.

Come back again and maybe I kill you.

Wouldn't be the first time.

I want details on that.

John Watson.

Dr. Sterndale.

No, no, no, I'm good. I'm awake.

How are things at your clinic?

Good...

I agree, yes. Max Bowers is definitely a unique patient.

Yeah, there she is.

Now, the frame is a little iffy, but the guy says it's drivable.

And that's it?

You're just gonna let me drive away?

Well, your labs are good. Your hand feels strong?

Again, now, I don't recommend you driving with a cast.

Again, heard.

Enjoy Crater Lake.

I don't really know what to say.

Well, you don't have to say anything.

But...

...if you're willing to stay around Pittsburgh

just a little while longer,

there's someone who'd like to meet you.

Max.

This is Pauline Bautiste.

She came all the way from Sioux Falls, South Dakota

to meet you.

Why?

I have a mutation on my...

What's it called again?

Your KISS1R gene.

How old are you?

Forty-one.

I just turned 41.

Pauline.

We have so much to talk about.

We have everything to talk about.

Will you wait for just one second?

I will wait forever if I have to.

You kept your promise.

It was a bet. We made it together.

Thank you.

Thank you.

I don't say this to every patient, but you know what, Max?

You're welcome.

You're (HORN HONKS) welcome.

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