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Dr. Watson, what is this place?

Well, as they say, it comes from a man
named Sherlock.

He played the violin and he died by
falling over a waterfall.

Help! I might want to hear this story
sometime.

Sherlock.

My dear one.

I don't suppose you have any
horseradish.

How are you alive?

Trickery.

It's a flight of hand.

A dash of skullduggery.

Do you have an overnight guest, my
friend?

Is that why we're whispering?

Trickery.

On me?

On everyone.

Not an easy decision, but I do believe
it had to be taken.

Why?

I'm closer to the end now than I am to
the beginning.

And if I'm to spend my remaining energy
in the way that I intend, I have to

clear the stage.

How else can one spring a third act
surprise?

Would you like to hit me, Watson?

A single blow, perhaps, from that
misshapen cricket bat? I could hardly

you.

And I won't resist.

Inclement weather, the company of a
friend, sandwich meats of unknown

I'd say it's an evening to remind one of
Baker Street.

All we need is a cracking mystery,
Moroff. Oh, a mystery, yes, yes, a

Maybe kind of like how you survived the
waterfall.

You look well, Watson.

The arrogance of the world slides off
you as ever.

Sounds like a compliment.

I assume you are tracking the state of
things.

The deafening boorishness, revolting
display of the big seven.

Why won't you tell me where you've been?

It's rather an immense topic.

I was hoping we could start small.

The whole of a person can be read from a
single strand of DNA, yes?

Why can't a conversation work the same
way?

Maybe because you've been gone for more
than a year, or because I left my life

behind to help you.

Or how about the fact that you abandoned
me to deal with Moriarty on my own?

I'm nervous, John.

I'm afraid I may have ruined things with
my best friend.

I don't have any right to ask you for a
break.

But I am nervous.

And I was hoping to start small.

How was your day?

How was my day?

That's a dumbass question.

How was my day? It's not my finest word.
No, it's not.

All right.

How was my day? My day was... Come on,
stay with me, buddy.

Stay with me. It's busy.

What do you want to know the whole
story?

You tell me, do I?

Well... There was an expedition to
Siberia as a baby woolly mammoth. And

say the word zombie way too much, by the
way.

But it all starts with a psychiatrist.

Dr. Perry.

John Watson. I'm a clinical geneticist
and internist with the home clinic here

at UHOP. We're practically neighbors. I
know your work. Very impressive.

Well, allow me to return a compliment. I
just finished your book.

Fascinating. I hope so. Quite a few
years of research went into that

Well, egocentronic personality disorder
is notoriously difficult to treat. You

are one of the few practitioners who
claims to see their patients making

improvements. And I don't know, I guess
I'm just curious.

Do you really believe people with these
conditions can change?

Is this a professional curiosity or do
you have someone particular in mind?

I wouldn't ask you to violate
confidentiality.

What are you asking, Dr. Watson?

Seems a fair question.

What were you asking?

Dr. Ferry is treating a colleague of
mine.

Well, it's a former colleague, a
neurologist.

Can't find anybody to replace her, but I
can't hire her back either.

A sociopath.

In therapy.

Well, that's an imprecise term.

Sociopath. It doesn't matter. The point
is, the call I got.

Thanks for coming so fast.

The patient's name is Amelia Woodward.
You said she had symptoms similar to the

flu. Not something I normally worry
about.

But then I spoke to her.

This is a list of everyone I have
interacted with in the past few days.

You should start contact tracing
immediately.

Do you have the flu? This file is
important. It pertains to my brother,

Woodward. He is in a long -term care
facility in Highland Park.

I'm the last close family he has left. I
need you to get his information to my

cousins in Campbell, Ohio.

Someone has to take care of him when I'm
gone. Ms. Woodward, slow down. You have

the flu. It is Dr.

Woodward. I am a professor of infectious
diseases and microbiology at Pitt.

I'm not sure that you have dealt with
anything like what I have brought to

door.

Okay.

Tell me.

I've spent my life studying the Arctic
permafrost. It's melting. We're losing

more of it every year. I'm aware. In my
line of work, Dr. Watson, we worry about

what is down there.

Pathogens.

Frozen for thousands of years, released
into the air when the ice thaws. Exotic

viruses that lead strangers to our
immune system that could rip through an

entire population.

There's a term for it. I'm familiar with
it, yes.

I got back from Siberia two days ago.

My team and I, we came into close
contact with the remains of six recently

thawed woolly mammoths.

How do you think they died, Dr. Watson?

Zombie viruses.

Frozen for millennia.

That's another imprecise term.

You're better than that. Seems apt to
me.

Why the fear of the language?

The case of the zombie virus.

I'm in.

Zombie virus.

That's an imprecise term. You're better
than that.

Resurrected virus.

Hybrid virus. Call it whatever.

We really think this is some ancient
pathogen back from the dead? We have to

consider it.

Over the past decade, both anthrax and
smallpox have been found in Siberian

permafrost. How do we treat something
that human beings haven't encountered in

50 ,000 years?

Whatever it is, it's an infectious
disease, so we follow the protocols and

listen to our expert.

Well, the good news is Amelia Woodward
keeps detailed records.

Her interactions are limited to
colleagues. The bad news is all of them

could be vectors of contagion.

For what it's worth, Gov, the rumor mill
is in full swing.

Those nurses, they do love a chat.

The word pandemic has been bandied
about.

Shinwell Johnson and the company of
doctors.

Who would believe it?

You've done well, though, Watson.

The rest?

Worthy of the name and the door?

Well, in one way or another, they each
remind me of you. I ordered a full

infectious workup.

CBC, blood cultures, and a respiratory
viral panel.

Also started empiric antibiotics.

Stephen's Croft. He plonked his
intellect, still learning to be a team

His twin brother, Adam, just kind of
glides through the world, learning to

a harder path.

So I have to stay here contact tracing
while you guys get to go see a baby

William in it?

This is not fun.

It's work. Oh, whatever.

You get to go to Jurassic Park, I'm
stuck here like Cinderella.

Oh, did that make me the belle of the
ball or evil stepsister?

That's a lubbock, failure -sworn enemy.

She wasn't so nice.

I could see her being a dictator.

Send pictures of the pachyderm.

How are we on those interviews with
Amelia's co -workers?

I just got an email from one guy, Rob
Mallory. Says he's symptom -free. We

to talk to all of them.

Nate Hermanson, Fariba Ahmadi, Tunde
Sapiewe.

Perfect.

Hello?

Adam, hold off.

I know where they are.

This will help, Mr. Hermanson.

How long have you been feeling like
this, Mr. Marty?

With Mr. Peewee?

Have you got

a tenner? By chance.

It's just I'm a bit skipped.

You want money?

Only till Tuesday.

You see, I'm dead, my friend.

Can't be using a bank card.

Are you funding my clinic?

You're rich.

I was rich, gave it all away.

I never told you about my money, sorry.

It's actually quite embarrassing, having
means.

A certain formula emerged from my
dabbling in the lab.

I made the mistake of sharing it with my
brother.

Mycroft created a company, et cetera, et
cetera.

So you co -founded a publicly traded
corporation?

I'm rubbing my face in it, Watson. I'm
sheepish enough as it is.

So this zombie virus, should you have
taken it a bit more seriously?

I took the virus seriously.

I didn't take the term seriously.

Immediate if labs are back, all normal.

So we can cross off influenza.

Okay, so as of now, we don't know what
we're facing, how contagious it is, or

how deadly.

Correct.

Do you think we need to lock down?

I recommend enhanced isolation
precaution for now.

Meanwhile, I sent Stephen to the foster
to examine this woolly mammoth specimen.

I've been reading Dr. Woolworth's book.

She predicted this exact scenario.

I don't want to tell you how bad she
thinks it'll go from here.

Mary Marston, if I'm being honest,
Watson, I'd hope you two would have

your way back to each other by now.

Yeah, I know that.

Then why else would you set up the
clinic in the hospital she runs?

We're divorced.

The woman in my bedroom is Dr. Layla
Bynum.

And you're all right, my friend.

Where would I be?

Because she's Mary.

And you're Watson.

Apologies for starting small.

Now, I believe I was promised a woolly
mammoth.

Oh, here it is. The mother load.

Siberian Expedition, August to October
2025.

Oh.

Is everything okay?

Just, uh, I made a silly mistake.

Silly how?

A month ago, I got an email from a man
claiming to have tracked me down by some

sort of adoption records program.

Said he was my birth uncle.

I have known I've been adopted my whole
life.

Made peace with it when I was in grade
school.

But then I saw how happy Dr. Morrison
was when she met her brother. And I

thought to myself, what if I have people
out there?

You know, nieces and nephews. A whole
family I never knew.

A part of me I forgot I was missing.

So you wrote him back?

I sent him one tiny email with my info.

And then he overwhelmed me with replies
and texts and calls.

It was just too much.

Like I said, silly mistake.

But you didn't block him.

It's clearly something you want to
investigate. I'm glad you did.

I'm glad you told me.

Yeah, actually, I'd rather just forget
about it.

What do you say we go take a look at the
main attraction?

That right there is a baby woolly
mammoth.

48 ,000 years old.

Everything that happened between then
and now, this little gal was on her

inevitable journey to this moment.

All things considered, she weathered the
road pretty well.

It's a miracle.

What do you make of that?

You can barely make it out.

Looks like scabs.

Maybe tissue damage, part of the thawing
process?

Or pustules indicative of disease.

Smallpox. Some samples.

Since here, she's found five adults all
in one location.

Implies a pack traveling together.

Probably died suddenly. Maybe predators?

A rapid onset of a vile infection.

Mammoth promised.

Mammoth delivered.

Did you get a chance to examine the
creature personally?

Nope. Things got a little busy on my
end.

It was a ten -week expedition. We
followed every protocol.

Safety first all the way.

And no one displayed any symptoms?

I'm not a doctor. I build drilling
equipment.

To me, everyone seemed great.

Right now, Professor Woodward and the
rest of our team are experiencing fever,

fatigue, loss of appetite.

Are you having any of these symptoms?

I'm fine.

Mr. Mallory, so far the virus doesn't
appear to be spreading, but that could

change very quickly.

I need to know... What?

That I got the flu on our flight home?

Let's not be overdramatic.

Excuse me.

Ingrid. Dr. Watson.

Good to see you.

Same.

I like the, um, the, um... Did you go
see my psychiatrist?

I did.

Kind of weird, don't you think?

Well, I see how you could think that.

But I wasn't there because it was your
psychiatrist.

I was there because...

He's the author of a book that I'm
interested in.

And the topic of said book is?

People like you.

He's gone into cardiac arrest, starting
compression.

I'll get the crash cart.

Well, stay with me, buddy.

Stay with me.

We did everything we could, but the
virus.

A disheart attack.

Hold check.

Restarting compression.

Prepare another dose of epinephrine.

Watson. Give me another dose of epi.
John, we did five rounds of epi already.

Keep going.

The virus triggered his heart attack.

We just exposed ourselves.

Well?

A newly unfrozen virus on the loose.

You and your nemesis stand exposed. You
can't stop now.

She's not my nemesis. She's my
neurologist. She has the qualities of a

No, no, no. I'm done with the
storytelling now.

We started small. Now I think I have to
know.

How you survived the waterfall, if in
fact you went over. That's just cruel.

Got me in your hook, and you deny me my
climax.

That sounds weird.

But yes, yes, I deny you your climax. I
did plunge over the falls, my friend. As

for the rest, I promise you'll know
everything by first light. Now, please,

grant me release.

I'm not finished telling my story, but
only to keep you from talking like that.

So, on the harmony issue, was exposure.

So now I had a new problem.

I was brave.

Jumping in like that, that was very
brave.

I didn't know the guy had a zombie
virus.

I know it's an imprecise term.

Don't correct me.

I had to do it again.

And that's what happened.

I was glad to hear that you're seeing
Dr. Ferry. How did you hear that

I figured out what floor you were
visiting.

Did a little math.

It's open on your mind.

Is that why you can't replace me?

John, how are you both feeling?

So far, we don't have any symptoms.

Good. Do you know anything about a leak
to the press that this outbreak is

getting worse?

No. I've been fielding nonstop calls,
media from all over the country.

The mayor contacted me in a panic. He's
advising us to lock down the hospital.

I told him we're not there yet.

We just need more time.

If viral test results don't make any
sense, RRT is negative. That's what the

test does. It shows you positive or
negative.

A resident asked me if we were going to
lock down the hospital. Maybe we should.

That would impact the treatment of every
patient here.

Incoming emergencies would be rerouted.
Life -saving measures delayed.

People could die.

You don't need anything, aside from
caffeine, from which you should all

yourself. Cut off?

We're all just a little wired.

It feels like we're in over our heads.
We just need to focus.

Crossed off every possible alternative.

It's scary and tedious, I know, and it
doesn't help that Watson's confined to

ISO room. Stuck in there with Ingrid.

What are they even talking about? It's
fine.

I'm sure they're fine.

Right?

Hello?

Before you ask, Ingrid and I are fine.

Great, that's awesome.

That being said, we have to assume that
the clock is ticking. If we're going to

get sick, I would love to get a sense
that we know what we're up against.

What's our progress?

We know what it's not.

Negative viral panels for the four
surviving patients.

And yet, Rob Mallory was under so much
duress, his heart arrested.

The media's not helping either. There
are reporters out in the parking lot

stopping UOP staff and asking questions.

People out here on the verge of panic.

Could be worse.

You could, I don't know, be exposed and
trapped in a room with the guy who fired

you.

Our patients need a breakthrough, and so
do our colleagues.

Who's got some ideas?

Lab work on the baby mammoth was
inconclusive.

As far as patients' labs, I could... Put
a call into the micro, see what comes

up on blood cultures. No other hospitals
are reporting mystery flu.

If it's not spreading, maybe it's not
viral. Could be exposure to some foreign

substance. I can keep fishing around to
see if we missed anything.

Great, but tread carefully. I don't want
some over -eager reporter in a sense

that we are grasping for straws.

I'm due for supervised rounds.

I can go in casual, ask whatever you
need me to.

Great.

Any other ideas?

What? I don't work for you, remember?

So how are we feeling tonight?

Still stunned.

I've known Mallory for years.

We work together.

Often. I keep thinking about my twins.

When they were born, I... I stopped
taking trips.

Which makes it hard when your focus is
glaciology.

Can't sleep.

Kind of my default setting.

Might try some New Orleans jazz.

A little taste of home.

You want me to call for the doctor?

Could you just... Would you just sit
with me for a few minutes?

Of course I will.

I believe he's gone.

And I'm scared.

I'm next.

My husband, he... He goes away all the
time. Non -stop.

I got so jealous.

About Amelia.

Is she okay?

After what happened to Mr. Mallory?

She's holding up as she can.

Can I tell you something?

I did it for the money.

My book. I mean, yes, the permafrost is
my life's work, but

I wrote the book so I could make money.

I'm a caregiver.

The cost for my brother, it comes every
month.

It's going to come every month, whether
I'm dead or alive.

And if there's no one to pay it, then
that's it for Jimmy.

No one's going to keep him alive just
because it's the right thing to do.

That's an awful burden.

I wrote the book.

So I could make a pile of money big
enough for anything.

Then I went back to Siberia.

And I just kept digging.

Now it's gonna kill us.

Another one. It's just... It's too much.

Maybe just tell him that.

Start a dialogue?

It just seems so daunting.

Well, yeah.

Sure.

Believe me, I'm exhausted from dealing
with the one sibling I'm 99 % sure is

legit.

But this job reminds you that life is
short.

Connecting with people is intimidating.

But it's worth it.

Found something. We went over the field
journal. Twice. Most of it's barely

legible. I can read it fine.

And yes, there's a lot here, from
temperature data to glacial

look at this.

It's a meal log.

Oh, wow. Talk about fastidious. There
are dates, recipes, and initials for who

handled prep.

Check out the last entry.

On the final night of the expedition,
they celebrated with a meat and veggie

stew.

Onions, carrots, bell peppers. The exact
meal isn't as vital as the fact that it

was a communal dish.

And it was paired with, of all things...
Soda bread.

Yeah, it's an interesting choice, right?
So on a hunch, I checked out the list

of cooking supplies.

Along with everything else, they brought
a 50 -pound bag of baking soda.

How much baking soda?

Of course.

Thanks. What is it? It's the
breakthrough that I needed. And if I'm

won't be here much longer.

I won't be here. Where are you going?

Mary.

What are you doing on isolation?

This isn't a virus.

That expedition team was infected by a
foodborne pathogen. How can you be so

sure? If my theory is right, this whole
situation, the illness, the media

frenzy, all of it was just an elaborate
ruse.

That team was poisoned.

Poisoned? Well, well.

That would make Mr. Mallory's death a
premeditated murder.

Exactly.

My dear Watson, you've only gone and
dipped your spoon into my favorite

porridge.

Won't need these candles much longer.

I imagine you'll wrap this up, I don't?
Oh, no, no, no, no, my friend. I wasn't

the one who promised to tell my story
before sunrise.

True. But what's the saying?

You show me yours, I'll show you mine.

Are you doing the weird thing again?

I thought I'd hear a theory by now. I
mean, are you or aren't you the world's

greatest detective?

I am that.

Bit soggy from the falls, maybe a bit
broke, but very much intact.

I mean, when you lay it all out, it is a
bit obvious.

Start with the media.

Professor Woodward and the team return
from Siberia. Two days later, they're

sick. Immediately, the national press
grab onto the story. Now, how can that

The idea of a zombie virus hadn't even
left the hospital.

Yeah, that's easy.

I mean, they knew it was coming. Someone
leaked the story to the media. Next

clue.

The disease struck no one outside the
expedition.

Basic epidemiology. Infected carriers
spread the virus.

Those newly infected spread it further
still. So why was there no spread beyond

the original group?

Did anything else catch your attention?

You didn't seriously think I'd miss the
soda bread, did you?

Okay, okay.

Soda bread.

Prime ingredient, baking soda.

It serves to neutralize stomach acid,
which is why I suspect your killer used

as cover.

The tainted meal was laced with baking
soda, leaving every member of the

expedition more susceptible to
contamination.

How am I doing?

Well, I've heard a lot of quality
deductions, but I have yet to hear a

diagnosis. A diagnosis?

Well, your academics don't have a zombie
virus, Watson.

They were infected, but most likely
by... Typhoid fever.

Based on what you've said, it's the only
thing that makes sense.

Tell me why.

Typhoid, a foodborne bacterial
infection, notoriously slow to show up

cultures. If your theory's right,
whoever did this must have bioengineered

antibiotic -resistant strain.

To sidestep any medicine we might use as
treatment, thus lengthening the ruse.

So it seems all the more spooky and
mysterious.

True zombie virus.

I'll understand you might want to wait
until typhoid shows up in the blood

cultures, at which point you will know
with absolute certainty it's safe to go

home.

Tom, you really think you can finish
this without me?

Of course your nemesis got there first.

It's perfect.

She's not my nemesis.

She's my neurologist.

Stop quibbling over details, Watson. The
gods of story demand sacrifice, and

they demand it upon the altar of irony.

Your nemesis led you to the method of
murder, and now onto motive, I suppose.

Hoping to inspire a media firestorm and
draw attention to the perils of the

thawing permafrost, and thus raise money
for research that might curb the threat

of resurrected viruses.

Someone on the expedition laced the
proverbial Last Supper with typhoid,

the demon unsettling the serious moment.

No one was intended to die, but Mr.
Mallory's infection proved fatal.

So, you need a suspect.

Any thoughts?

What? I'm positively made of thoughts.

I'm a mediocre geologist in the midlife
crisis.

My work's plateauing.

I take no joy in my classes, but a punt
with zombie violence could mean

notoriety. And with it, speaking
engagements, publishing opportunities,

are relevant.

I have no life.

Work is a grind.

Nonstop pressure to put out new
research.

My husband, he's always gone. I think
he's having an affair.

But this new crisis, it could generate
everything I want.

Money, time off.

I'm an insomniac.

I just stay up all night and obsess over
what's coming.

Floods, hurricanes.

I saw it myself in New Orleans.

Amelia's my hero.

And I would do anything to win her
approval or amplify her cause, even put

myself and the others at risk.

No one else sees the impact climate
change will have, especially on people

disabilities like my brother. So I
needed to spread the warning. And if

drives up sales of my book, well, mo'
money, mo' health care for Jimbo.

She did not say that.

Professor Amelia Woodward did not say,
more money, more health care for Jimbo.

We're working quickly here. You get the
gist. I take it you zeroed in on the

culprit. Well, all the facts point in
one direction.

Now, according to this expedition log,
you yourself prepped the final meal of

that trip. A meal that I suspect got you
sick.

Meat? and vegetable stew paired with
Irish soda bread.

You have to remember, right, because all
of these notes are in your handwriting.

Okay, and?

Over the past 12 hours, the sales of
your book have skyrocketed right in line

with the buzz about this zombie virus.

Wait, what are you saying?

I'm saying that you've been dedicated to
a cause that's been gone ignored.

You need money for your brother because
all the issues...

What's going to happen here?

A medical crisis just as you confront
your suspect, my dear Watson.

You do give good climax.

Now, you sure the professor wasn't
faking it?

It's a handy way to avoid a murder
accusation. Oh, no, yes, it was real.

Professor Woodward's typhoid infection
developed into a splenic abscess.

She was headed into surgery when I left.

The police are going to be waiting for
her in the morning.

Brilliant muscle.

Utterly brilliant.

Now, I was wondering... No!

My story's over, okay? The sun is coming
up.

Tell me.

As best friends, I deserve to know.

I lived a life in need of an escape
hatch.

Chasing criminals.

A nemesis lurking in every alleyway.

I always knew that one day it might all
get to be a bit too much.

Too much plotting, too much danger to
the people I love.

I kept the secrets of my DNA from the
world.

That way, when I needed an escape, the
world might well believe I'm gone.

Well, you spent your whole life planning
to fake your own death.

Well, a man needs projects, Watson.

How else can one stay off boredom?

That day, at Reichenbach, I engineered a
meeting between my two most loathed

enemies,

Moriarty and Stapleton.

Each of them arrived at the falls
believing they were approaching a

confrontation with me.

It's a tiny bit of business.

A trap carefully sprung.

Two dangerous criminals pitted against
each other in a fight to the death.

It was them you saw go over the cliff.

My plan was to watch, to

allow the world to believe I'd been lost
in the confrontation, and to make good

my exit.

I accounted for everything.

Except your intrepid nature.

I thought that too early.

You thought you saw me tumble into the
river in the final conflict with

Moriarty.

And you went after me.

What else can I do but return the favor?

I did go to the fore that day, Watson.

But I did it to save you.

So Layla's going to be up any second
now.

There was one thing I wanted to ask.

And don't take this the wrong way, my
friend.

Are you entirely sure you've got the
right suspect?

Yes. Amelia Woodward. I mean, like I
said, the police are going to be there

question her in the morning.

Well, that's all very well. But I've
been looking at this film, Jonah.

And they'll be interrogating the wrong
person.

I can't speak for Amelia Woodward's
medical prognosis, but...

On the question of murder, she is
entirely innocent.

I should have seen it.

You're the full plate.

Dying patient.

Potential global outbreak.

Chatty nemesis.

Sometimes it helps to get a second
opinion from a trusted friend.

Dr. Watson, allow me to introduce...

Your patient, Dr. Nathan Hermanson.

Good morning, Nate.

Good to see you up and about.

Dr. Hermanson was wondering about the
treatment you've been giving him and the

other members of the expedition.

Oh, yes.

Meropenem. We use it to treat typhoid
infections that are resistant to other

medications. You should be as good as
new, son.

Well, thank you.

Yeah, these have been a difficult few
days for you, huh?

The illness, the loss of Rob Mallory?

It's... it's terrible.

I can imagine.

The grief, the guilt.

I feel sad, of course. I'm not sure why
I'd feel guilty.

Well, I believe I traced the source of
your illness to the final meal served on

that Siberian expedition.

In fact, I'm convinced that that meal
was intentionally infected.

What? Yeah.

Why? Why?

Why would anyone do that?

Amelia's my hero, and I would do
anything to win her approval or amplify

cause. To draw attention to the cause,
of course, something that would cut

through all of the clutter and get the
world to pay attention.

Professor Woodward cooked that last
meal, but a closer look reveals that you

washed the ingredients and prepped the
cookware.

In fact, you even offered up your
family's old recipe for the main dish.

Meat and vegetable stew, a .k .a.

Dumbo.

You are from New Orleans, yes?

I don't like this.

It had to be you.

You needed a knowledge base to breed an
antibiotic -resistant strain of typhoid.

You're a chemist. You had access to all
of the equipment.

Now, listen.

I don't think you meant to kill Rob
Mallory.

I don't.

But he's gone just the same, mate.

And that's what I meant by guilty.

Can you prove any of this?

The police are working on this as we
speak.

Hey, that reminds me.

There's a couple of them waiting in your
room.

Do you feel up to a little chat?

I hear you're doing better.

Why are you smiling at me? You accused
me of murder.

I was wrong.

I'm sorry.

Your associate laced the meal with
typhoid.

Dr. Herman said he's with the detectives
now.

Are you sure?

It's all in there.

Your brother is lucky to have you, Dr.
Bullard.

Jimmy.

I'm all he has.

Maybe that doesn't have to be true
anymore.

James Woodward.

My team and I, we can check in on his
care.

Now, I don't know the staff at this
facility.

I assume they're good, but even if they
aren't, it'd help if they know someone's

looking on.

Thank you.

If you're serious, thank you.

I'm serious.

No, there's a note in here.

This isn't mine.

Thank you.

My dear Watson, stop dragging your feet
and hire your nemesis back already.

Life's more fun with a little spice.

So you all know that I've been thinking
about this for a while now.

Nobody can help this clinic as much as
Ingrid. Nobody can help our patients.

As much as Ingrid.

What is Reese?

She is dangerous.

She almost killed my brother. In a very
roundabout kind of way, yes.

Are you asking me? Because I'd rather
die than let another neurologist for

I'm good.

I'm actually asking all of you.

Should have done this ages ago, Gov.

You see, we're all colleagues, and ain't
that lovely, but we all did for

Moriarty together, and that's called a
conspiracy.

And we've all successful conspiracies.

The perpetrators, they're close.

And that's why you brought me into the
room.

I reach out to Dr. Darien.

Hello.

Sasha? Hi.

My name is June.

And I'm your uncle.

Hello.

I'm very pleased to meet you, June.

What a beautiful accent.

Why, thank you very much.

Oh, please, have a seat. Thank you.

Shinwa, is Jimmy here for you?

Beg pardon, Governor.

The old man that was just right here,
was he waiting for me?

Uh, no, sure.

You want us to go track him down? No.

Thanks, I got it.

Holmes?

What do you say?

Impressive. No?

What are you doing here, sack? I'm
showing off.

Oh, you call it showing off.

I call it testing myself.

If I can fool Shin, well, I can fool
anyone.

You made your arrest?

I did. Thanks for your help. You'd have
gotten down your own good time.

Goodbye.

That's the reason we're here.

But what are you doing back, Holmes?

You said you had plans.

I do indeed.

There's a mystery here that's caught my
attention.

The Pittsburgh mystery, let's call it.

So you faked your own death to poke
around Pittsburgh?

It's all part of a bigger project.

I could catch criminals until the day I
die, but it's all just a cycle.

And in the end, there's only one crime
that truly matters.

Who stole the world, Watson?

The world is out there, Holmes.

It's not an easy place. Not even a fair
place.

But nobody stole it.

It's theirs now.

The oligarchs.

The fairway fiddlers.

The spray -tanned smilers. Foreheads
frozen in place.

Cake eaters. My brother.

The whole Jenga Tower could use a bit of
a rattle, I'd say.

What are you planning?

A third act of the prize.

I've missed you dearly, my friend.

Goodbye for now, Watson.

Paycent is 30, but looks 10.

I get that a lot.

I have never seen anything like this
before. But we will help her. Here you

Dr. Watson.

And I reached me a bag of tricks.

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