All language subtitles for Watson s02e12 A Family Meal.eng

Oh!

? ?

Can I get you a drink?

- (belt unbuckles)
- Whoa.

NICOLE:
Where's your couch?

(clattering)

- (Peter groans)
- (Nicole laughing)

- What's so funny?
- Nothing.

You're just taking forever.

Whoa. You sure you're okay?

I can handle two martinis.

Besides, I'm older than you.

Sit.

Whoa.

("Porn Star Dancing"
by My Darkest Days playing)

(laughing)

Are you laughing at me?

? Kelly won't kiss
my friend Kassandra ?

? Jessica won't play ball ?

Do you like watching me?

? Mandy won't share
her friend Miranda... ?

(pants unzipping)

Oh.

You do like watching.

? Who can put on a show,
the dollar decides ?

? How far you can go with her ?

? She wraps those hands
around that pole... ?

Hey, hey, hey, hey.

For real, are you okay?

I'm just having fun. So are you.

? She wraps those hands
around that pole ?

? She licks those lips
and off we go ?

? And she takes it off
nice and slow ?

? 'Cause that's... ?

(screams)

TONY (over phone):
Hey, Dr. Croft, Tony Sykes again.

Listen, I wanted to follow up
on my invite for you

to appear on
the Monty Morrison podcast.

- Hello?
- And if you agree to endorse

our line of supplements,

- we'd like to...
- (phone beeps)

AUTOMATED VOICE (over phone):
Message deleted.

No new messages.

And apparently, no life,

since I'm the first one here
on a Saturday night.

(Sasha laughing)

Where are you two coming from?

Just... out.

It's almost 4:00 in the morning.

Pittsburgh actually has a
pretty decent after-hours scene.

I didn't know until...

We started at Thunderbird,
then hit up Hot Mass...

- Mm-hmm.
- ...Cavo.

(chuckles) Belvedere's.

When do you two sleep?

INGRID:
Don't answer that.

I've reached my quota

of personal information
from these two.

Are you wearing guy-liner?

You're too old to shop
at Hot Topic.

Aw, you're just jealous.

INGRID:
Where's Watson, anyway? Is he even here?

WATSON:
Apologies. I got swept up

reading about
Abu al-Qasim al-Zahrawi.

Can anyone tell me why?

INGRID:
You have even less of a life than Adam?

ADAM:
Man, I am right here.

SASHA:
Al-Zahrawi is one of your heroes.

Tenth-century physician,

also known as the father
of modern surgery.

Nice memory, Dr. Lubbock.

But that's not why
I called you here.

Your text said that you were
invoking the one-percent rule.

Our standing agreement
to come in,

regardless of time of day,
to observe any procedure at UHOP

performed with a rate of
incidence less than one percent.

And what are you here
to observe?

Al-Zahrawi was the first doctor
to record his treatments

of dozens of conditions.

Watson wants us to think of the
rarest of them and then guess.

But I need caffeine,
Adam is half-asleep,

and the club kids are
downshifting out of party mode,

so just tell us.

A rupture
of the corpus cavernosum.

- (Adam groans)
- SASHA: Oh.

Penis fracture.

Okay. Glad I didn't google it.

Penile fractures occur
in .29 cases in 100,000.

An hour ago,
Peter Johns was admitted

with that exact
incredibly rare injury.

Peter Johns.
So close to Peter Johnson.

Let me guess, you called in
the one-percent rule?

Saturday night.
Isn't that date night?

(chuckles) You're here, too.

It's a precaution.

There's a liability issue.

The patient was understandably
worried about his...

future prospects.

He mentioned his father
is a plaintiff's attorney.

How did you deal with that?

Morphine.

- He settled right down.
- (chuckles)

Anyway, he should make
a full recovery.

Ingrid?

You're not watching?
You're missing

the most important part
of the whole procedure.

Actually, I think I just
found something more important.

Dr. Morstan, I need
to talk to the nurse

who wrote up this patient file.

I think there might be
a problem.

With the patient?

Not the patient.

The woman who brought him here.

And I've been making rounds
of every hotel, motel,

hostel, bar, brothel.

I walk the streets,
rousing the unhoused,

just in case one of them's him.

Guv, the man's vanished.

And at the risk
of stating the obvious,

of all the people
I've ever known,

if Sherlock Holmes doesn't want
you to find him, then good luck.

The man definitely likes
his solitude.

So much so that
he faked his own death.

But by doing so,
he denied himself the ability

to draw from his assets,

which means
he's short on resources.

Meaning what?

You think he'll stay
in the area?

Perhaps in the vicinity of those
that he knows he can count on?

See, that's the rub right there.

What he does and does not know

may be affected
by his condition.

If his thinking is impaired,

this whole disappearance
may not even be intentional.

Right. All right.

All the more reason
to triple our efforts.

I'll get right back at it.

Shinwell.

I should've told you sooner.

Aw, come on, guv.

I understand why
you kept Holmes's secret.

He's your friend.

He's mine, too.

So I won't stop
until we find him.

Thanks, Shinwell.

PETER:
I don't get it.

INGRID:
It's actually very simple.

But the-the nurse woke me up
and said it was urgent

that I talk to a doctor- you-

but you're not my doctor

and you're not interested
in my condition.

I'm interested in the accident
that put you here.

Specifically,
this woman you described

to the admit nurse- "Nicole"?

Nicole... (gasps)

She's the one who broke me.

You noted Nicole's eyes
flickered throughout your date?

It wasn't a date.
It was just drinks.

Okay. Her eyes?

Off and on, yeah.
I thought it was some tic.

It's actually called nystagmus.

Also, according to you, she was
nodding her head strangely.

Could be titubation.

When she fell on top of you,
that sounds like ataxia.

Did she display other instances
where she seemed off-balance?

I guess so, yeah.
Sorry, what does this

have to do with fixing my penis?

You said Nicole kept
bursting out laughing.

Before she got to your apartment
or after?

Both.

She was laughing a lot, actually.

Okay, well,
that's pseudobulbar affect.

If she has that, along with
all the other symptoms

you described, I'm gonna need
you to write down Nicole's name,

phone number,
everything you know...

Write down...?
No, wait, I-I-I don't know her.

Look, she's just some baddie
that I met on Tinder.

Hold up. Hey, why do you
need to find her, anyway?

(sighs)
Because if I don't, and soon,

that "baddie," she's gonna die.

? ?

In my opinion,
this woman's life is in danger.

A quixotic quest to find someone
who's not even our patient.

That sounds like
Watson's territory.

"Quixotic?"
Do you even have a penis?

SASHA:
Oh, he definitely has a penis.

How about futile?

Possibly pointless?

WATSON:
Let's not debate vocabulary.

I want to hear
Ingrid's reasoning.

INGRID:
Nystagmus, titubation,

ataxia, pseudobulbar affect.

All these symptoms
manifesting simultaneously.

It'd be a miracle if there
wasn't something wrong with her.

Which could be...?

I think it's an untreated
neurological condition,

possibly a tumor.

I agree.

You could be looking
at a medulloblastoma.

Patient Nicole
is in dire jeopardy.

She needs a hospital.

SASHA: If it's not a tumor,
she could suffer

a stroke, a hemorrhage,
an aneurysm.

So let's find her. Any leads?

SASHA: Ingrid and I combed
through her dating profile.

Seems like "Nicole" is just
an alias she uses for hook-ups.

Knowing that, I went
to speak to our friend,

the convalescing Mr. Johnson.

Johns. He wasn't much help
when I spoke to him.

Me, neither, but he did
direct me to this.

This is the hoodie that Nicole
tied around his crotch.

Was there anything
in the pockets?

Just some crumpled-up receipts.

Gas station, grocery store.

Is this maybe kind of quixotic?

Thank you for your support.

I also printed out some photos
from her dating profile.

Okay, good.
Take one of those photos

and ask around
the Manoca Technical Center.

She works as a welder there.

She's on the night shift,
so they pull

overtime on the weekends.

With any luck, you can catch her
as she's clocking in.

And keep an eye out
for that Harley.

(chuckles)
Explain the magic trick.

Oh, it's just right there.

The paint smear on the hoodie
isn't just blue,

it's Manoca Blue.

Company trademarked it in 2016.

The tiny burn holes,
they're from weld splatter.

Droplets of molten metal

ejected from the heat
by a welding arc.

He's right.

WATSON: The grocery store
receipt is from midday,

so she works evenings.

This gas station receipt
is consistent

with a motorcycle tank size,

and the locations
are approximate

to the Manoca site
on the Upper North Side.

- I'll head there now.
- Shinwell is in the area.

I'll call him
and have him meet you.

What's he doing
all the way up there?

The same as you.
Solving mysteries.

(engine revving)

(engine shuts off)

MAN (over P.A.):
Attention, all personnel.

Welding in progress
in Bay Three.

INGRID:
Excuse me. Excuse me.

The site manager said
this is you.

Wren Booker?

You sometimes go by Nicole?

So, what are you,
the name police?

I'm Ingrid Derian.
I'm a doctor at UHOP.

I have credentials
if you need to see them.

SHINWELL:
I'm a nurse in training.

The name's Shinwell Johnson,
and I am at your service.

(laughing)

Dr. Ingrid and Nurse Shinwell?

What, is this a joke?

You were at the hospital
last night,

dropped off a Peter Johns?

Yeah. And like I said
when I checked him in,

what happened was an accident.

How'd you even track me down?

We figured it out from
the hoodie you left behind.

More importantly,
I need to ask you

about the symptoms
that led to your collapse.

I didn't collapse.
It was an accident.

Wren, I'm a neurologist.

Peter said you displayed
eye flickering,

loss of balance,
incessant head nodding,

and incongruous laughter,
which I believe I just heard.

Those are signs
of neurological disease.

(laughing)

I'm laughing
because that is absurd.

Peter's apartment was dark,
my eyes were adjusting,

and if I nodded, it was because
I was giving consent.

And yeah, I was clumsy.
I had a few drinks.

That's hardly brain damage.

Now, if you'll excuse me,
I got to get to work

- before I lose my overtime.
- SHINWELL: Cash.

How about I give you some?

Right now, uh, $500?

To come down and have a test.

Compensates you for your time,

and you'll know what's what
up in your bonce.

Guess I'm taking a sick day.

JAHNA:
Here we are.

Don't be shy.

LAUREN:
Oh, my God.

That's a teeny, tiny person.

- Yeah, I see it.
- (chuckles)

- Is that a face?
- Yep.

One of them.

The doctor will be in soon,
but your babies look great.

Babies?

As in, like, plural?

- More than one?
- (stammers)

We're gonna have twins?

Twins.

Huh.

- Triplets?
- Wow.

I'm... That's... I'm...

- Wow.
- Uh...

I think the words are
"congratulations."

- Lauren, this is amazing.
- LAUREN: Aw.

I am so happy for you.

Triples on all baby gifts.
Duly noted.

- I am on it.
- LAUREN: Thank you.

Yeah, I, uh, kind of feel like
I'm on another planet right now.

Uh, don't know

- how we're gonna do this.
- Yeah.

- I am so happy for you both.
- LAUREN: Aw.

- It's wonderful news.
- Thank you, Watson.

- Thank you.
- SHINWELL: Cheers, loves.

I always thought "three's
a crowd" was bollocks anyway.

INGRID:
Yep. Amazing.

Exactly what the world needs:
more people.

I have a patient to check on.

? ?

SASHA:
Wow.

(chuckles)

(Wren laughing)

I came in for one test.
You paid me for one test.

Then I'm told
I need to be admitted.

I need constant supervision.

Your symptoms are concerning.

I mean, yes, the MRI scan

doesn't show any sign
of a brain tumor...

So let me go home.

You're still showing
neurological symptoms.

WATSON:
Do you have a family history of

degenerative
neurological disease? ALS?

- Alzheimer's?
- Uh... I don't know.

None of my grandparents died
from anything like that.

And your parents?

They died in an accident
when I was 12.

- I'm sorry to hear that.
- (Wren laughing)

Do you have any siblings?

(scoffs) I'm on my own.
That's the way I like it.

"Polar privacy

"A soul admitted to itself-

Finite infinity."

Emily Dickinson. I see you.

But we're gonna hold off
on the "polar privacy" for now.

You need me and my team
to figure out

- what's going on here, so...
- Dr. Watson, a word?

- Excuse me.
- MARY: Without a diagnosis,

we can't keep her here
against her will.

- What are you thinking?
- Her symptoms are serious.

Could be any number
of pathological causes.

She has all the tell-tale signs
of extensive self-harm.

Arms are covered
in self-inflicted scars.

She's also suffering
from nightmares.

The night nurse said
she was crying out

about "freezing to death."

But unless she is a danger

- to herself or others...
- (Wren laughing)

...I can't justify an admit.

- (Wren hyperventilating)
- (clattering)

INGRID:
Wren?

- (Wren coughing)
- Wren.

Calm down.

She's hyperventilating.

- (choking)
- WATSON: She can't breathe.

I need an oxygen mask
and two milligrams of lorazepam.

Hey, Wren, Wren, we're gonna

give you something
to help you relax.

Right now, I just need you
to calm down.

- You're gonna be okay. Breathe.
- (laughing)

Just calm down and breathe.

- You're gonna be okay.
- (laughing, coughing)

INGRID:
Sedation's keeping her stable for now.

At least we know
a tumor is off the list.

Her EMG results are back.

They're not consistent with ALS,
and she has no known

family history
of MS or Huntington's.

Her parents died
relatively young,

so we can't know for sure.

We should order genetic testing.

What about Creutzfeldt-Jakob?

Given her advanced
physical symptoms,

her brain would be mush.

She's way too lucid.

Lucid enough to quote
Emily Dickinson.

- Ew, Watson.
- (others groan)

It's a press-on.
There's no blood.

Nail bed is completely empty.

Congenital anonychia?

No, this tissue damage
indicates trauma.

Decades old.
The scarring is very unique.

Blunt force or burn?

No.

It's frostbite.

I know what Wren's
been hiding from us.

NEWSCASTER (over TV):
A breaking news update

on the story that's drawn
international attention.

A plane carrying
a family of seven

vanished into the arctic
three months ago.

All were presumed dead.

Today, a 12-year-old girl

and her six-year-old brother
were rescued.

The only survivors
of that fateful flight.

We prayed for that family
at my church.

The two of them surviving
was an absolute miracle.

Are we sure that's Wren?

Evidence of extreme exposure,
nightmares about the cold,

family members
that all died in 2003,

self-harm that points
to deep emotional trauma.

But Wren never mentioned
a brother

when you asked
for her family history.

It's because
she didn't want us to know.

We've been looking
at this case all wrong.

Wren's present won't give us
the answer we need.

It's time to investigate
her past.

Do you think we could survive
an arctic plane crash?

"We"?

I don't mean
to be immodest here,

but I would absolutely thrive
in an arctic plane crash.

(chuckles)

You, on the other hand,
I have questions.

No, I'd survive.

No choice, basically.

There's too many mouths to feed.

You okay?

It was a good performance,

announcing the triplets.

I almost believed it.

Clearly, the universe heard
that I didn't want one kid

and gave me three instead.
(laughs)

Am I shocked?

Yeah.

Twins obviously run
in the family, but, man...

nobody's prepared for triplets.

Lauren's on the partner track
at her firm.

We're both bringing in
decent money.

We have a great condo.

We're very fortunate,
so for now,

I am just going to focus
on all the positives.

Wow.

Dare I say I'm proud of you?

Boy's becoming a man. (laughs)

(laughs)

Any word on the genetic testing?

She doesn't have Huntington's.

I hate it when good news
feels like bad news.

WATSON:
Robin Booker?

- Nice to meet you.
- ROBIN: Dr. Watson.

Impressed you found me.

Was surprisingly easy
once we discovered

all your siblings
were named after birds.

The media was able
to publish their names

because they died.

Sorry for your loss.

(door opens)

Daddy?

ROBIN:
Hey. It's okay, little duck.

I'll be in soon.

(door closes)

So, you said
this is about my sister?

Yes. Wren is ill.

We're trying to find out

what's wrong with her,
but unfortunately,

she won't share anything
about her time in the arctic.

Sorry to make you
relive that trauma,

but that story could hold

some crucial clues
about her diagnosis.

ROBIN:
I lost so much blood that I was

in and out
of consciousness for...

I-I don't know.

And then... there was warmth.

Wren had managed
to make a shelter

out of what was left
of the fuselage.

And somehow, she made a fire.

Did Wren suffer any injuries?

ROBIN:
Cuts and bruises.

Yeah, she was, um,
the lucky one.

Our parents and two
other siblings died on impact.

Dove, our older sister,

was still alive, but...

...in pieces.

And then, when she died,

Wren dragged her
out of the plane

and buried her in the snow
with... the others.

Wren's the only reason
I'm alive.

She treated my wounds.

Melted snow for water.

When we ran out of food,

she ventured out and hunted.

We lived off arctic fox stew.

SASHA:
She was only 12?

Wow. I sure couldn't
have done that.

We were outdoorsy kids.
We were raised that way.

Our parents were
anthropologists.

They actually met while studying

the indigenous peoples
of Papua New Guinea.

Yeah, we were en route
to visit a remote Inuit group

when the plane crashed.

But the funny thing is,
if you were to ask me

who I would want
as a survival companion,

I would not have picked Wren.

Wren was just... about vibes.

You know, making people laugh.

Our mom used to call her
"walking sunshine."

Which... (laughs)

Hard to believe, I know. Um...

I don't know what's more
to blame for taking that away,

the arctic or foster care.

Sounds like you traded
one trauma for another.

I mean, I adjusted okay.

I had an extended
hospital stay. Um...

Frostbite.

But I got adopted, and she just

bounced from one
foster home to another

until she aged out
of the system.

Became completely unreliable.

I mean, she didn't go
to my wedding.

And the last time I saw her
was six years ago.

What happened six years ago?

A Christmas disaster.

Which I don't want
to go into it,

but Wren can be volatile.

And I have my own family now.

You know,
I have to protect them.

I haven't felt comfortable

bringing Wren
around my daughter.

She still hasn't met her.

I love my sister, but...

You're scared of her.

And you know what? I'm mad.

I'm mad that she let
what happened to us

destroy her soul.

I mean, we got
another chance at life.

But Wren...

Wren's still trapped
out there in the arctic.

ADAM:
They look happy enough.

But how could
two siblings survive

such a traumatic experience
only to become estranged?

STEPHENS:
The psychological toll of an experience like that

has to be profound.

Was there anything else
you learned

that could explain her symptoms?

Prolonged malnutrition
could cause B12 deficiency.

Though, according to Robin,
they were eating regularly.

SASHA:
Yeah, this photo seems to back that up.

They don't appear malnourished.

Thank God for those
arctic foxes.

STEPHENS:
Maybe that's it.

The fox meat.

Arctic foxes can carry
echinococcosis.

It has a long incubation period,
and if Wren ate infected meat,

the larval cysts could've spread

from her intestines
to her brain.

We would've seen them
on imaging.

STEPHENS:
Yeah, but we weren't looking for them.

We need to reevaluate
those scans.

Have any of you
ever seen an arctic fox?

In the winter, their coats
turn white to match the snow,

making them
almost impossible to hunt.

Now, how does a young girl
with no trapping experience,

in the midst
of near constant blizzards,

catch enough foxes to keep her

and her brother
at healthy weights?

Luck?

No.

Wren wasn't catching foxes.

But she did have access
to a trove

of frozen, nutritious,

easily accessible meat.

Meat that didn't need
to be trapped or hunted.

Meat that was
always available to her

right outside the fuselage.

Wren lied to her brother.

They were eating meat.

It just wasn't animal meat.

(knock on door)

How are you feeling?

Had another laughing fit,

but the human mountain
Nurse Kelly

tranquilized me
into submission. (laughing)

And don't listen to her if
she says that I assaulted her.

That was a tremor.

So, I...

met your brother.

- What?
- Yes, and he shared something.

Something that I think could be
the missing piece here.

He thinks I'm a total psycho?

No.

Wren, the meat that you ate
to stay alive,

your brother said
it was fox meat, but...

I'm not so sure.

You were alone.

You were dying of starvation.

You were desperate.

Now, given those circumstances,

anybody would've done
whatever it took to survive.

You can be honest with me, Wren.

I promise you I won't judge.

But I need to know,

the meat that you consumed
in the arctic...

...was it human?

(sighs)

WREN:
"There is a solitude of space

"A solitude of sea

"A solitude of death, but these

"Society shall be

"Compared with that
profounder site

"That polar privacy

"A soul admitted to itself-

Finite infinity."

ADAM:
Kuru?

Also known as
"the laughing disease"

by the Fore people
of Papua New Guinea,

- where the illness originated.
- From ritualistic cannibalism.

Ritual endocannibalism.

The Fore ate
their own loved ones,

not their enemies-
that's exocannibalism.

You think about cannibalism
a lot.

Kuru is the white whale

of neurodegenerative
prion diseases.

The Fore people first believed
that kuru was a curse,

until scientists
proved it spread

from eating people
who carried the disease.

The Fore people then stopped
their cannibalistic

funeral practices, and the
disease practically died out.

The last case
was diagnosed in 2007.

But we know from Robin
that the Booker parents

were in Papua New Guinea
in the '70s,

- while kuru was still raging.
- Exactly.

So, are you saying Mr. and Mrs.
Booker are also cannibals?

Not necessarily.
I mean, the Bookers probably

came into contact
with infected tissue

through open sores
or cuts, maybe.

The diagnosis fits.

Kuru has an incubation period
of up to 50 years.

It explains
all of Wren's symptoms.

But you still haven't
told her yet.

I want to rule
everything else out.

Because it's a death sentence.

WATSON:
Yes.

It's a horrible diagnosis.

That's one of the reasons
I want to make sure we're right.

The other reason is because

she's not the only
potential victim.

If Wren contracted kuru
from eating her parents,

that means that Robin
may have contracted it, too.

(knock on door)

You wanted to see me, guv?

I saw your request.

An official leave of absence, huh?

So you want to stop
your nursing studies

to look for Sherlock?

Reality is, guv,

Sherlock could be
anywhere in the world.

I can't find him from here.

Now, I'd never dream
of suggesting

that you back off
from your duties,

but I can volunteer myself
for the task.

Yeah, but you're not
a task man anymore, Shinwell.

You've put down roots here.

You've had the makings
of a meaningful career.

Friendships.

Your... (chuckles)

your situation
with Nurse Carlin.

(chuckling)

This life that I ought to be
afraid of losing,

I wouldn't have it
if it wasn't for Holmes.

So I can't see myself
just sitting idly by

without at least trying
to return the favor.

I respect that.

But how about you do me
a favor, Shinwell?

Give it a few days
and give me one last chance

to try to convince you.

(cell phone vibrates and dings)

Wren's final test results
are in.

WATSON:
Kuru is a difficult disease.

There's no cure.

Of course, we'll help you
manage the symptoms,

we'll make you
as comfortable as possible,

but they will progress.

We can talk later about
what to expect, but...

I'm sorry, Wren.

Do you have any questions?

We'll have to talk about
notifying your brother about...

No!

?

Wren, I would not mention this

if it weren't a matter
of life or death.

Yeah, and, uh,
how do you imagine

that conversation would go?

"Oh, hey. Remember when we ate
fox meat in the arctic?

"Oh, that was actually Mom's
brains you were slurping down.

Good luck living with that
for the rest of your life."

Please.

Robin can't know.

I couldn't live with it.

There has been some promising
epigenetic research

that could lead
to a treatment in the future.

If Robin has this, too,
he has a right to know.

Wren, he has a daughter.

You don't get it.

That is exactly why
he shouldn't know.

He has... he has people who...
who love him,

who think that
he's a good person.

Look at him,
and then look at me.

You want to know why
we're so different?

Because he doesn't
know the truth.

- Okay, but I would have to...
- Just get out! Just get out now!

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TONY (over phone):
Adam, following up again on that endorsement.

Got a couple
of TikTok docs interested,

so offer's gonna expire soon.

(sighs)

You look...

Pregnant with triplets?

- Absolutely amazing.
- (chuckles)

Well, I'm glad you think so,
because I'm about to undergo

a significant expansion.

(both chuckling)

How are you? How's work?

More stomach-churning

- than you can imagine.
- Mm.

A night at the opera will be
a good palate cleanser.

How are you? How was your day?

- Busy.
- Yeah?

Yeah. Glad we're, uh,

getting a last hurrah
in the company seats

before I quit my job and we buy
a house in the burbs.

- Wait, what?
- What...

Is your mind not totally
spiraling out on this, too?

Babe, the math of parenthood
is totally different now.

I get it, but your job.

(sighs) I just...

I don't think we can
nanny our way out of triplets.

I-I don't want to be at home
thinking about work

and then be at work
thinking about my babies.

I just...

...think I want to focus
my attention

on the job of being a parent.

Just, at least for now.

Okay.

I'm still gonna be me.

Okay? I'm not gonna suddenly
start wearing prairie dresses

and churning butter.

Good, 'cause that's
more my thing.

- (chuckling)
- (laughing): Stop.

This does mean
you need to be okay

being the sole breadwinner, though.

Are you?

(knocking)

WATSON:
Working late, Dr. Morstan?

Well, there's been
a sudden uptick

in incident reports
requiring my attention.

But those might actually be
coming to an end soon.

From Wren.

She's going to accept
your medical advice.

And I don't know
what this means exactly,

but she's also
giving you permission

to speak to her brother.

Well done, John.

- Both of you.
- WATSON: Thank you.

Wren's in danger.

?

She's not on the roof.

Her room is empty, too.

Guards say she hasn't been seen
leaving the building.

No emergency exits
have been tripped.

What was the poem
she quoted in the note?

Emily Dickinson?

"A solitude of space
A solitude of sea

"A solitude of death

That polar privacy."

I know where she is.

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- I'm getting you out of here.
- No!

- Wren, Wren, put the blade down.
- WREN: Close the door,

walk away,
and pretend you never saw me.

- No, no, we're not
leaving you here. - WREN: Please.

Please just let me fade away
into the cold.

This isn't who you are, okay?
We're not afraid of you.

You should be.

One more step,
and I will sever my carotid.

Don't test my knowledge
of human anatomy.

Wren, what you're feeling right
now is not gonna last forever.

It's lasted 20 years.
That's long enough.

What do you want from me?

You figured out why I'm sick.

You can go tell my brother
my secret. Just...

(sobbing)

Just leave me alone
and go save his life.

Let us save you first.

The first time I cut
into my mother, I fainted.

I woke up with my face
in the snow.

But by the second day,
I didn't even flinch.

It's not just that I did it.

It's how easy it became.

I'm not human.

I'm a monster.

Wren.

You're not a monster.

Monsters don't feel guilt.

They don't feel shame.

Monsters don't spend their
whole lives punishing themselves

until they end up in a walk-in
freezer ready to end it all.

Trust me.

I know about monsters.

You did something you hate.

But you did it so you
and your brother could survive.

Think about the little girl
who had to make that decision.

She deserves to be forgiven.

Forgive her.

?

(blade clangs on floor)

5-(crying)
- WATSON (softly): You're okay.

(indistinct announcement
over P.A.)

Thank you.

How is she?

Stable. Safe, for now.

Her issues are much deeper
than a diagnosis.

What she's fighting goes back
the better part of two decades.

It's shame, revulsion,
self-loathing.

So how do you treat
someone for that?

Thanks for coming
on such short notice.

You, uh, said you had
some important news to share?

Yes, it'd be better to speak
privately in my office.

You mind if Dr. Lubbock keeps
your daughter company down here?

It's nice to see you again.

Want to work on
some coloring books with me?

Okay. Come on.

So, a private chat
with a doctor.

That's never a good sign.

I can't even imagine
what you're feeling right now.

I am... oh, God,
I'm such a bastard.

All this time,
I've been judging her.

Angry she couldn't just
be okay like me.

I've kept her from my family.

I've kicked her out of my house.

Oh, I've kicked her out
of my house on Christmas.

We can only act
on the information that we have.

Now you know everything.

There's no reversing the damage

kuru has already done
to Wren's brain.

Her ongoing care
will be a battle.

But to face that battle,
she'll need support.

She'll need you.

You're the only person
that truly understands

what she's endured.

Now, we'll also need to
monitor you for kuru symptoms.

I mean, there's
a lot to discuss,

but the important thing is...

is that we're
getting ahead of it.

You have any questions?

Can you take me to my sister?

(knocking)

I'll give you two some privacy.

WREN:
So now you know.

Go ahead. Let me have it.

You hate me?

Hate you?

Wren, you saved my life.

I never wanted you to know.

I'm so sorry
you had to find out.

(takes deep breath)

You suffered with this...

for so long on your own.

I'm the one who's sorry.

Hey, I need you to know

all I feel for you
is love and gratitude.

And Mom and Dad, they would've
wanted us to stay alive.

Trust me.

I'm a parent now.

And I would do anything,

sacrifice anything
a hundred times over

for my little girl.

Look at you.

My little baby bird.

A dad.

You want to meet her?

ROBIN:
This is Gwendolyn.

Hi. (sniffles)

Hi, Gwendolyn.

We call her Wren.

This is Daddy's big sister.

We're gonna be seeing
a lot more of her.

We're gonna take care of her,

just like she always
took care of me.

(takes deep breath)

ROBIN:
What do you got there?

- You draw this?
- Yeah.

It's really good.

GWENDOLYN:
Thank you.

Do you want to give
Auntie Wren a hug?

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ADAM:
Thank you for sending it so quickly.

I'd be glad to speak
to the benefits

of meal replacement shakes
on your podcast.

Of course, I'd-I'd love
for you to endorse my book.

And we can discuss
my joining you more regularly,

assuming the fee
you offered is...

STEPHENS:
Adam, seriously?

Okay, then.

I'll see you Thursday
bright and early.

Take care.

- Thought you left.
- I forgot my tablet.

Are you seriously
endorsing this garbage?

Aspartame, sucralose, maltodextrin?

Plus, more soy
than a PETA convention.

- It's not that bad.
- You're the one

who taught me
that excess animal protein

can increase the risk
of type 2 diabetes.

Well, technically,
anything in excess is bad.

Adam, what is this?

I'm gonna go on a podcast

and hawk some random
protein powder.

Why? Because I want to?

No, but because my
soon-to-be-unemployed fianc�e

is pregnant with triplets.

I'm about to be the sole earner
for a family of five,

and I need to grow up.

You should at least consider
the possibility

that subverting your reputation
in order to chase fast money

might just be a good way
to lose both.

You don't have to like
what I'm doing here.

I don't.

But it's not like
I have a choice.

WATSON:
So, what are your thoughts, Dr. Derian?

Wren's emotional state
is much improved.

A care plan is in place.

It won't save her,
but it'll help her manage

the worst of her symptoms.

I suppose it's the best
prognosis we could hope for.

Thanks in no small part to you.

I mean, without your eye,
she could've gone undiagnosed,

and she never would've
reconnected with her brother.

Not to mention what you did
for her in that freezer.

I just told her
what she needed to hear.

You said that
she couldn't be a monster

because she has feelings and
monsters don't have feelings.

One could argue that's very
similar to your own diagnosis.

I hope that you don't think
of yourself as a monster,

Dr. Derian, because you're not.

Like I said,

I just told her
what she needed to hear.

As for me,
I'm fine with who I am.

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