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HOLLIS:
If you watched my
mother's life...

(coughs)

I-If you were looking at us
from the outside...

...our world would've looked
pretty small.

(coughing)

Um... Uh, it was,
it was just the two of us

and whatever cat we were hiding
from the landlord. (chuckles)

-(soft laughter)
-I can,

I can promise you, though,

our world didn't feel small.

(coughing):
And...

I'm sorry. I-I can't. (coughing)

FUNERAL DIRECTOR:
Is there anyone
who'd like to continue?

Maybe say a few words
of their own?

HOLLIS:
Thank you.

(mourners murmuring)

(coughing)

STEPHENS:
I, uh, I only met

Mo Pitter a few weeks ago.

I was lucky enough to sit
with her as a hospice volunteer.

(Hollis continues coughing)

I'm a better person
for having known her.

-I'm so sorry for your loss.
-Oh, thank you so much.

Thank you for being here.
Thank you.

(coughing)

-Are you all right, Hollis?
-Oh.

Just fighting something.
Thank you for being here.

-A-And thank you for that.
-(chuckles)

I did my best. I'm not you.
I'm not a writer.

Well, I'm not a writer yet.
I serve coffee.

I haven't seen you
since the hospital.

I was with your mom at the end.

She gave me this. Said it's
stuff that you should have.

-Documents and things.
-Thanks. (coughing)

I'm concerned about that cough.
You've had it

-for a couple of weeks now.
-It's fine.

Nothing I can do
about it anyway.

I don't have insurance, so...

It's not just the cough, Hollis.
Your eyes are puffy.

Your ankles are swollen.
Looks like

-you're developing edema.
-STEPHENS: You should come
into the clinic today.

We'll see you free of charge.

(coughs)

(sighs)

(classical violin piece playing)

HOLMES:
Watson.

You got my note.

How'd you get
into my office, Holmes?

Disguised myself
as a hospital caretaker.

Even did a bit of dusting.

Sorry.

I left without saying goodbye.

Not worried about that,
Sherlock. You're sick.

You need to see a neurologist.

(scoffs) I've seen one.

You were right, my friend.

About the Cobalt Fissure.
About the tumor in my head.

About all of it.

I was sick.

You helped me see that.

-But I'm better now.
-No, you had a tumor.
That was just three months ago.

I've been to Dr. Nielsen's
clinic, in Copenhagen.

A nip and a tuck,

and I'm on my way
to a clean bill of health.

Honestly.

I feel like a new man. Healthy,

and ready for what comes next.

For the grand unveiling,
you might say.

Indulge me in a spot of
showmanship first.

Once the mural's uncovered,
I'll announce myself.

In the meantime,
my thoughts are flowing,

my faculties are sharp,

and I'm ready
to solve mysteries again.

(phone chimes)

And, uh, one other thing,
my friend,

I'm ready to open offices here.

-You're moving to Pittsburgh?
-No, not full-time.

An office here,
maybe another in London.

We can work together again.

I'll take whatever time
you can spare.

I imagined you happier.

(sighs)

I mean, yeah, I am happy, but
why didn't you call me, Holmes?

I could've helped.

I mean, you had a brain tumor
just three months ago.

You can't just shake that off
like it's a hangover.

(sighs)

(phone chimes)

(typing on phone)

-Do you think the hospital...
-(phone whooshes)

...might lease this space to me?

It's obvious, right?

We did an extremity ultrasound,

medication history,

and screening labs
for kidney disease.

It was mostly negative,
except for... Uh...

Watson, you good?

Oh, I'm sorry.
My head was someplace else.

Um, listen,
you two are excellent doctors.

You can interpret a chem 7,
same as I can.

But she's young.

She just buried her mother
this afternoon.

We were hoping
we missed something.

I am sorry. You brought her in?

I should've cleared it
with you first,

but I knew her mother.
It was a favor.

WATSON:
It's okay.

Well, she's our patient now,

so we have to tell her.

Kidney failure. That's...

Stop. I'm-I'm only 25.
Kidney failure?

SASHA:
We're gonna put you
on dialysis right away.

It'll tide you over
while we wait.

(coughs) Wait for what?

You're gonna need
a kidney transplant.

Now, I'm not gonna pretend like
that's good news,

but once we match you with
an organ, this can be managed.

It's a life-long process,
but you'll be alive.

I looked up my symptoms online.
I thought I had hay fever.

-WATSON: Yeah,
it sneaks up on people.
-(coughs)

But it's very good that
Dr. Croft and Dr. Lubbock

saw you today.
I'm so sorry, Hollis.

HOLLIS:
A transplant. How long

will that take? Isn't there,
like, a waiting list?

It's called the UNOS list,
and we'll get you on it tonight.

It can take months.
Sometimes, a year or more.

Will I... last that long?

That's what the dialysis is for.

The good thing
about kidneys, though,

is everyone has two of them.

So, if you have some relatives

or something we can
reach out to,

we can explore something
called a directed donation.

It-it was just me and Mom.

Her parents are gone. I-I don't
even know who my father is.

He was an anonymous donor.

Just some guy that visited the
sperm bank a few decades back.

I'm alone.

STEPHENS:
No.

You're scared.

Your mom died,

and you just got terrible news.

But you are not alone.

Not tonight, anyway.

If you want, um,
I'll sit with you.

At least until you fall asleep.

Yeah.

The Left Hand of Darkness

-by Ursula K. Le Guin. Yeah?
-Mm-hmm.

INGRID:
Sasha, want to get in on
naming Adam's triplets?

(sighs)

I like "Beulah."

-Of course you do.
-ADAM: Uh, you've been working

on this all day, and so far,

the suggestions are "Beulah,"
"Sparrow," and "Undecided"?

Maybe hit it fresh
in the morning, huh?

Or maybe we can just
leave the man alone

and get back to work.

STEPHENS:
Hollis was wrong.

She's asleep already?

Thought you'd be awhile.

Hollis was wrong
about not having any family.

Very wrong.

I sat with her mother
the day she died.

She gave me this envelope
to give to her daughter.

Hollis asked me to look at it
while she rested.

It had her birth certificate,
some other stuff, and this.

Is this real?

Mo Pitter did one of those
testing kits using Hollis's DNA.

Those are the results.

Hollis Pitter has
42 half-siblings?

42 who used that same testing
kit. There could be more.

That's a seriously dedicated
sperm donor.

42 relatives,

each with a statistically
higher chance

of being a donor for Hollis.

If we can figure out
who they are.

* *

SASHA:
Her eyes are stunning.

INGRID:
Hollis's mom didn't have
heterochromia,

which means she got them
from sperm donor CM217.

One man, 42 progeny
who may have stunning eyes.

42 that we know about.

CM217. Are you sure
that's the donor ID number?

Mo Pitter wrote it down twice
and circled it each time.

Okay, well, whoever he is,

any of those kids

would be a potential donor match
for Hollis Pitter.

The more we can learn
about him, the better.

He donated anonymously.

We need a court order
to get around that.

Or a doctor who's willing
to work with us.

No donor is supposed to donate
more than 25 times,

so something is definitely
off here. Crofts,

you two are in charge
of Hollis Pitter's

current care.
What do you recommend?

She needs a CT scan
to prep her for dialysis.

A kidney biopsy, as soon
as we can get one scheduled.

Okay, good. Get on that

and give me a report
on underlying conditions

that might've caused
Hollis's kidney failure.

In the morning,
Ingrid and I are gonna

head over to
the fertility clinic

where Hollis was conceived.

See if we can
get anywhere there.

And, Sasha,
you're Miss Congeniality.

-Uh-oh.
-That sounds patronizing.

Get Mo Pitter's credentials
from that DNA testing site.

Those type of companies,
they have a messaging function.

Reach out
to Hollis's half-siblings,

-tell her story.
-So I get to reach out
to 42 strangers

and ask them if they're willing
to give up a kidney

for a half-sister
they've never met?

Pretty much.

Congeniality,
the hardest job of all.

What are you doing?

That's 42 e-mail conversations.

We need to clear some space
to keep track of all that.

I put time into that.

Lauren and I picked out
names already.

Well, are they from my list?

Watson. I expected you earlier.

Got hung up at the hospital
with a patient. You made dinner?

Well, I'm a guest.
I have to earn my keep.

You also procured a rather
large map of Pittsburgh.

I did. I'm waiting to hear back

from the world's
preeminent art historian.

So, in the meantime,

I thought I might solve every
open murder case in your city.

Difficult without
official records, but

I have made some progress.
Have a look.

How long have you been
discharged from the hospital?

Just over three weeks.

Do you have
a follow-up appointment?

Due back in Denmark
at the end of the month.

Hmm.

You're not even tempted?

I have made some headway

in the case of the so-called
Shadyside Strangler.

You're a little behind.

They arrested someone
two weeks ago.

Indeed they did, but--
but I believe

a second criminal
snuck another murder in there

and made it look like
the work of the Strangler.

Chap called Owen Murdoch.

Lives on Butler Street.
Have a look

under the pots where he keeps
his zinnias, you'll find

the evidence you need.

Do you have contacts,
local police?

Mm-hmm. I do. Lestrade.
She's good, but...

You're skeptical. I understand.

Consider this a trial run.

If this tip is good,
and you're still interested,

then perhaps this is the basis

for a new and better
partnership.

I haven't found one worthy
of a collaboration just yet,

but it's only a matter of time.

This is fun, Watson.
It's good to be back.

(elevator bell dings)

LESTRADE:
Watson.

What got into you last night?

Detective Lestrade.

Sorry, I'm cutting back
on the caffeine.

More for me.

So what gives?
You take a little blue pill,

only for solving murders?

Was the tip not satisfying
for you?

Very much so.
We made an arrest this morning.

-I thought you'd be happy.
-Well,

next time you have yourself
a murder-solving hoedown,

give me a holler.

I'd really like to meet
the world's greatest detective

some time.
You mentioned him before.

I figured this sudden

and mysterious
burst of productivity...

Nah, it's just me. Sorry
to disappoint you, but just me.

Mm-hmm.

Okay.

42 brothers and sisters.

I was up for hours last night

making up stories
about who they are.

(coughs)

Did anyone answer
Dr. Lubbock yet?

Two responses so far.
Thank you.

They said no, didn't they?
(coughs)

-That's what I'd do.
-Hmm...

Don't write the ending
before it happens.

People can
surprise you sometimes.

(Hollis coughs)

Seems like this has been
a really good thing for you.

Sitting with hospice patients.

-You seem more connected
to people.
-STEPHENS: I love it.

Maybe that's
a weird thing to say

about watching people die,
but I do.

They share their lives with you.

They remind you what matters.

So, you have names
for the triplets.

Does that mean that you know
what you're having?

-Two girls and a boy.
-(laughs)

Two girls.
What are you gonna do?

Learn on the fly.

I kind of lied about having
all three names picked out.

The girls' names
we have all sorted.

One name for Lauren, one for me.

But the boy's name?

It's a bit of a conflict zone.

-Lauren wants to use
a family name.
-Can I ask?

-Kelly.
-Kelly?

Interesting. I like it.

-Mm-hmm.
-No, I do.

You just don't hear
of that many boys named Kelly.

I was wondering, actually.

You are Stephens Croft
the Fifth.

Are you gonna designate
a Stephens Six?

'Cause, man, I could
really use it now.

My kid's gonna be named Kelly.

You're Adam Croft. You could go
with Adam Croft, Junior.

Doesn't exactly bear the weight
of generations, does it?

I don't want to step
on your toes, but

if you don't plan to use it...

Do you plan to use it?

RECEPTIONIST:
Donor CM217.

-Do I have that right?
-WATSON: That's the number, yes.

Of course,
we can't share information

about donors or patients.

Okay, I understand that,
but we were hoping

to have a word with Dr. Day.

But I did call the sperm bank
after I got your e-mail,

and I can tell you that
Donor CM217 doesn't exist.

It's not even how the bank
does the numbering.

Somebody donated the sperm

that made Hollis Pitter
and 42 other people.

I agree it's strange.

Let me get Dr. Day. He asked me
to get him if you all came by.

Do you remember, um,
that friend of mine

who had the neurological
symptoms a while back?

I asked you to examine him.

I remember the empty room
where he was supposed to be.

Okay, well, I'm in touch
with him again.

And you were right
to be worried.

There's a brain tumor.

Now, he claims
to have had a resection

at Dr. Nielsen's clinic
in Denmark.

Claims?

I don't know.
I mean, he's up and about,

and it's all kind of fast.

Seems a little strange.

Do you know someone
at the clinic?

I mean, casually,
from conferences.

Okay, can you reach out?

They're not gonna share
patient details.

No, they don't have to.
I just want to know

if they did any tumor resections
during that window.

You think your friend's
making the whole thing up?

OLIVER:
John Watson?

Oh, it's not every day
a legend comes calling.

Legend? Well, I don't know
about all that.

Oh, please. We're just
a fertility clinic,

but we still work in genetics.
You're a celebrity.

Oliver Day.

I understand you're working
with the daughter

of one of my patients?

Dr. Watson? Everything okay?

LESTRADE:
You're having yourself a day.

Looks like you found yourself
a superspreader.

Superspreader?

INGRID:
Sorry, you said,
"superspreader."

You just had that ready to go.

I've been married to three
different women, Dr. Derian.

I'm well-acquainted
with the perils

of artificial insemination.

You get your odd
fertility doctor

decides that his own seed stock

is better than what's for sale
down at the market,

and you get yourself
a superspreader.

They used to get away with it,

up until all these
ancestry websites popped up.

He's not bad-looking.
For an old guy.

Stop. He's the ultimate creep.

Hollis's mother
must've been suspicious,

given the heterochromia.

Why else would she have sent
that kit in?

None of this is hard to prove.

Assuming you have a sample
of the good doctor's DNA.

We'll need
a court order for that,

and that will take some time,
but why don't you come

to the fertility clinic with me?

We can share our suspicions
of Dr. Day.

We can offer him
a chance to come clean

and share a list of all
those patients he defrauded.

Any one of those offspring

could be a good donor match
for Hollis.

By the way, how is our patient?

Image showed
an abdominal hernia.

We can't do peritoneal dialysis,

so we placed
a hemodialysis catheter instead.

Hm. And the charm offensive?

Four responses so far.
Two noes, uh...

-(tablet chimes)
-...two requesting
for more information.

INGRID:
Hollis's results just came back.

Biopsy, genetic tests,
all of it.

Watson, you should see this.

HOLLIS:
Alport syndrome?

I've never even heard of that.

It's a rare genetic disorder.

We think it explains
why you're in kidney failure

at such a young age.

(coughs)

And I've-I've had it
my whole life?

Yes. You actually have
the autosomal recessive version

of the disease.

That means you inherited it from
your mother and your father.

(sighs)

(groans)

Do you want to hear
something funny?

I got an e-mail
from an editor last night.

I'm set to have
my first story published.

-That's incredible.
Congratulations.
-Mm.

Weird Tales. It's a long way
from The New Yorker.

-(phone buzzing)
-(coughs) The editor has notes.

Hopefully, I can live long
enough to turn them around.

I'm sorry,
excuse me for a second.

-Hello?
-HOLMES (over phone): Watson.

There's a dead florist
in Oakmont.

The sister keeps a certain
locker at the country club.

Look inside
for the evidence you need.

-I'm working right now, Holmes.
-You and I both.

It'll take you 30 seconds
to pass this along.

More to come.

You saw that HD cath,
same as I did. It's infected.

I just took
Hollis's temperature.

101.4.

LESTRADE:
A locker at Oakmont
country club?

WATSON:
Yeah, you should ask them
to give you a peek.

I bet you'll be happy.

You're staring at me.

Indeed I am.

Dr. Day can see you now.

OLIVER:
A geneticist, a detective,
and a fertility doctor

sit down for a conversation.

Kind of sounds like
a set-up for a joke.

Have you been living
in dread, Dr. Day?

Uh, not that I'm aware of.

All these ancestry websites
just popped up

out of nowhere.
An entire network

of people carrying your DNA,

just writing back and forth
to each other.

Nothing you can do about it.

OLIVER:
"Carrying my DNA"? Uh...

I have three kids. They're
the only people with my DNA.

We know you have
more than three children.

Okay? You're
Hollis Pitter's father.

And you have other children.

We're tracking 42
through a website.

You have a cluster here
and a cluster in Michigan.

Did you practice medicine
in Detroit,

-by chance?
-WATSON: Hollis Pitter
has Alport syndrome.

That means you're a carrier.
All of your children--

I don't know,
however many you created--

could develop that disease.
They deserve to know about it.

I have no idea
what you're talking about.

We're very busy here today,
so if you wouldn't mind...

We're gonna take this
all the way.

We're gonna compel you
to give us a sample of your DNA.

WATSON:
That could mean an army
of civil suits against you.

Possible prosecution.

The end of your
medical practice,

the complete destruction
of your reputation.

Now, I'd imagine your family

might have a point of view
about that.

Come forward now,
get out ahead of it.

It'll look better for you.

Listen, Dr. Day,

maybe you thought
you were helping these women.

Maybe... maybe there's some
other reason, I don't know,

but you have a child out there
who's sick.

Hollis Pitter.
She's 25 years old,

and she's in kidney failure.

We're giving you an opportunity
to do something about it.

I'd like you to leave.
Now, please.

Okay. No, no,
I totally understand.

Thank you so much
for considering.

-(sighs)
-Another no?

She's concerned
about Alport syndrome.

If that woman's a carrier,
then her kid might have it.

She doesn't want
to donate a kidney

that her own kid might need.

So, Adam's having a boy.

Two girls and a boy. Um...

He wants to name him Stephens.

-What an honor.
-(both chuckle)

You two have, uh,
you two have come a long way.

Stephens Croft the Sixth.

Means that I can't use it.

It means, um...

I don't know. Um...
Means that we can't use it.

Which might be fine.
I-I don't know.

Do we want to use it?

I mean, should we even
talk about this?

Stephens...

That is completely up to you.

I've brought up kids, like,

five different times
that I can count.

Have you?

W-Well, not like, in a "let's
have an official conversation,"

but I give you an opening,
you just, um...

never walk through it.

You can give the name to Adam
if you want.

Of course you can.
It's your birthright.

Or...

we could talk about it.

WATSON:
Anything new
on the half-siblings?

Oh, uh, just two more noes.

That's too bad.
Our timeline just shifted.

Hollis's HD cath was infected.
I had to take it out.

That's the only way
she can get dialysis.

I know, and without it,

she doesn't have years
to wait for a new kidney.

She has days.

Hollis needs
a functioning kidney now,

or pretty soon, she'll be dead.

(sighs)

HOLMES:
Cherry Mazin.

Disappeared from
the community of Apollo.

I think he has her, Watson.

So what are we supposed
to be doing here, Holmes?

Solving crimes.

Isn't that what we always do?

Isn't that how we find our way
back to true north?

True north.

Who's supposed to be lost?
You, or me?

Well, that's a hard question.

We're best friends.

Sometimes, I guide you
to the next step.

Sometimes, the reverse.

(knock on door)

Who can that be?

Discretion, Watson.

I'm not a public figure
just yet.

WATSON:
Detective Lestrade.
Did I give you my address?

You did not.

We arrested the Oakmont Killer.

That's three murders solved
in 24 hours.

-You're welcome.
-Mm-hmm.

He's real, is he?
The world's greatest detective?

Of course he's real.

Can I get, like,
just a quick glimpse?

What makes you think he's here?

Clippings on the wall.

This sudden burst
of helpfulness.

I don't know.

Am I wrong?

No sign of the guy, huh?

I don't know what you mean.

It's just you and me here.

Uh-huh.

Well, I have news.

Oliver Day called 911
an hour ago.

They found him hanging
from a beam in his garage.

-He's dead?
-Not quite.

Dr. Day called in
his own suicide.

He waited till he heard
the sirens in his driveway,

and then he hung himself.

He's on life support right now,

because he left a final gift.

Dr. Day left
notarized instructions.

He wants to be kept alive
long enough

to donate a kidney
to his daughter.

To Hollis Pitter.

(monitor beeping)

(monitor flatlines)

WATSON:
Oliver Day has been
drinking the pain away.

Drinking the pain away.
What does that mean?

It means he apparently
feels guilt

over impregnating
God knows how many women,

and he tried
to alleviate that guilt

by leaving Hollis a kidney,

but the damage was already done.

He has undiagnosed cirrhosis,
which seems to have

led to subsequent kidney damage.

Which means he can't be a donor.

How is Hollis?

Not great. She's getting sicker.

-And Oliver Day is gone?
-Mm-hmm.

Ingrid and Adam, I need you two
to reach out to UNOS,

see where Hollis falls
on the list,

but make sure they know
that she's getting worse.

Sasha and Stephens,

once Oliver's family
organizes a funeral,

I need you two to

work a different angle.

* *

So, so sorry.

SASHA:
A different angle?

That means what, exactly?

Am I supposed to just slip up
to one of Oliver Day's kids

and say, "Sorry for your loss.

"So, you have
a secret half-sister.

"No. No, wait, you have
42 secret half-siblings,

"but your sister? (sighs)

She could really use
one of your kidneys."

Well, it's not easy
to be Miss Congeniality.

-Okay.
-(sighs)

Well, technically, I'm just here
for moral support, but

I do believe that that's
what Watson wanted, yes.

Yeah. Yeah,
that's what I figured.

MAN:
Yeah, but you're wasting
your potential.

JASON:
Oh, I'm wasting my potential?
I'm doing just fine.

-Thank you.
-MAN: Well, you have a lack

-of discipline is the problem.
-I lack discipline?

Well, at least
I don't lack compassion.

MAN:
Okay.

Shh. Show some respect.

Are you seeing what I'm seeing?

Huh.

INGRID:
Oliver Day
has an identical twin?

He has an identical twin
who's also a fertility doctor.

Harrison Day has a clinic
in Grosse Pointe, Michigan.

There's a cluster
of offspring in Detroit.

Hollis has 19 half-siblings in
that area. That we know about.

If they're identical twins,
they have identical DNA.

Ask us how we know about that.

That means, well...

Let's say that Harrison Day was
also using his own sperm

to impregnate his patients
without their knowledge.

Any of those kids, genetically?

They'd be Hollis's
half-siblings.

If you follow that logic,

Stephens is about
to have triplets.

-Take that back.
-INGRID: Oliver and Harrison,

identical twins,
both with the same pathology.

They both just happened
to knock up their patients?

WATSON:
Even if we're not sure

what Harrison did,

there still is a leverage point.

Detective Lestrade can
reach out to Detroit PD.

Compel a sample of his DNA.
Won't be hard to prove.

Not with time,
but Hollis doesn't have time.

She's dying now.

Yes. We're aware of that,
so we need to learn

as much as we can
about Harrison Day

and any of his offspring.

Lestrade can lean on him
from there.

And yes, you're right, we have
to move as quickly as possible.

Watson. Do you have a sec?

Your friend, the one
with the brain tumor?

You need to have
a serious conversation.

We talk all the time.

Well, then maybe you need to end
the friendship all together.

Look, the clinic
you asked me to call,

they do pure research now.

They haven't performed
a resection, or any operation,

in eight months.

This person, whoever he is,

maybe he had the operation
someplace else,

maybe he just
made the whole thing up.

But from the outside?

It looks like
you're getting played.

Thank you for bringing this,
my friend.

One can never practice too much.

You know, I wish I knew
how to play an instrument.

Seems like it would be helpful
when I get stuck.

You're stuck on something,
my friend?

I got a patient
and a crime and a case.

Twin brothers,
fertility doctors,

with decades of deception
between them.

Sounds like
an interesting story.

Certainly worth an evening's
thought. I'll put the kettle on.

It's Oliver and Harrison Day.

They both practice medicine
in two different states.

Now, what I can't
really figure out...

One brother is still alive,

and the other was buried today.

Now, I'm still trying to piece
it all together in my head.

Now, how do they both
commit the same crime?

Doesn't feel like coincidence.

Each would have to know
what the other was up to.

I agree.

Let me ask.

In Oliver Day's office,

did you see anything
relating to Genghis Khan?

Books, souvenirs, anything?

-How'd you know that?
-Lucky guess, I suppose.

My strong guess is,

considering the-the baby cluster
in Michigan,

is that you'd find
exactly the same books

in Harrison Day's office.

Now, why might Genghis Khan

matter to two brothers

who spread their DNA
far and wide?

Well, Genghis Khan is the
world's most prolific spreader

of his own genome.

17% of the DNA on the planet
can be traced back to him.

Which might be the only form
of immortality

available to us mere humans.

Oliver Day had
a fascination with Khan,

and he fathered
who knows how many children.

His brother,
based on available evidence,

seemed to be involved
in exactly the same pursuit.

Now, what's the story there,
Watson? Fill in the blanks.

They had a contest.

Two brothers who have
the same genome,

each believing that
their own DNA is superior,

so they chose a profession
to spread it far and wide.

Which would explain
the baby cluster here

and the one in Michigan.

They were trying
to outdo each other.

-It was a contest.
-Contest. (chuckles)

(laughing):
Wow. What a world.

A contest.
Oh, this is fun, Holmes.

-I miss this.
-(both laughing)

(phone ringing)

Shinwell.

Get everyone on the phone.
I have a new theory.

SHINWELL (over phone):
Can't wait to hear it, guv.

But I think you should
get down here

as soon as possible.

John Watson. I know about you.

Oh, I know about you, too,
Dr. Day.

You and your kids all refused
to help Hollis Pitter today.

It's a big ask.

A kidney for a total stranger.

Let me ask you a question.

Who won the contest?

I'm assuming you know the police

are sniffing
around your business.

Which... I'm sure
that's why you're here.

Mm...

Those ancestry websites.
(chuckles)

They're a scourge.
Don't you agree?

It is a lot of information to
turn over to a corporation, yes.

Our very innermost secrets,

and we choose to just
hand them over.

To who, exactly?

Those people do not have
our well-being in mind.

Neither of us
like those registries.

But beyond that, you and I
have nothing in common.

Huh.

Dr. Watson, I'm happy to tell
you everything you want to know.

I'm happy to describe

any and all malpractice

committed by my brother Oliver--

oh, and by me--
in our practices.

There's a fairly
good chance that

I'm a donor match
for your patient.

I'm even willing to donate
a kidney to keep her alive.

And why would you do that?

Oh, a trade, of course.

I'll admit what I did

and donate a kidney
to save your patient's life,

in exchange for full immunity
for any crimes

that may have occurred.

Well, the choice is yours,
Dr. Watson.

Ruin my life, put me in jail,

or save this young woman's life.

What's it gonna be?

SASHA:
(sighs)
If you can hear us, Hollis.

We have a promising lead
on a donor.

I really hope you get
your story published.

He's a match.
We got the labs back.

Same blood type. HLA lines up
better than we'd hoped,

crossmatch is clean.

You lost me back there
after blood type.

Dr. Harrison Day is
a viable donor.

Good thing.
Prosecutors in Michigan

are willing to offer
full immunity on fraud charges.

As long as Day signs
a full confession

and forfeits his license
to practice medicine.

WATSON:
Yeah, I don't think
that's gonna be a problem.

Harrison Day is proud
of what he did.

Part of him wants
the world to know that he won.

His genes reign supreme.

MARY:
John, we good?

What is it?

I'm not there yet.

I'm not ready to hand
Harrison Day a hall pass.

I have one more move left.

A Hail Mary.

MARY:
Whatever it is, do it now.

Hollis might not have
another day.

Thanks for meeting me.

You said my, uh,
dad did something bad?

I'm not surprised at all.

What was it, specifically?

Your father, Harrison Day,

impregnated a number of women
with his own sperm.

Your uncle, Oliver Day,
did the same thing.

They had a contest.

(scoffs)

You don't seem surprised.

Man has an ego.

He gave me hints along the way.

So, here's your chance
to do something about it.

I hear you two didn't get along.

Not even remotely.

Well, I have a patient,
her name is Hollis Pitter.

She's very sick.

Your father offered to donate
one of his kidneys to her.

Let me guess, as long as
he gets away with everything?

And if I'm a match?

If you're a match,
then you give up one

of your two kidneys.
Now, I know that's no small ask,

but if you don't do it, we have
to use your father's kidney.

Jason, if you don't volunteer,

your father is gonna get away
with everything.

WATSON:
It was a Hail Mary.

Doesn't mean
we shouldn't have tried,

but it was a Hail Mary.

INGRID:
Harrison's kid isn't a match?

No, he's currently being treated
for basal cell carcinoma.

It's very mild, it's very
manageable, but it's still

a contraindication
for organ donation.

Wait, basal cell?

That's like
the houseplant of cancers.

Half the dermatology
building has one.

UNOS rules don't distinguish
between "mildly inconvenient"

and "existential threat."

History of cancer
equals no kidney donation.

ADAM:
So that's it?

-That was our Hail Mary?
-WATSON: Correct,

which leaves us
with exactly one option.

-We cut a deal?
-We cut a deal.

Harrison Day is a donor match.

He can save our patient's life.

It's a win.

We won.

* *

(sighs) Watson.

How's my niece?

Hollis is in recovery.

We just need
to keep our eye on you for

another day or two, then

-you should be able
to fly back home.
-Mm.

Glad I could help.

(groans) I took this
from my brother's office.

A souvenir to remember Oliver.

You seem satisfied.

If I lost my practice,

my reputation,

my standing in the community,

I don't think
I'd have that look on my face.

Oh, I keep my eye on the prize,
Dr. Watson.

Money, standing,

all that other stuff,
that's just ephemeral.

(sighs) We're here to survive,
every one of us,

and the way we do that is
by passing ourselves along.

That's immortality.

That's the only victory
available to any of us.

You asked me before

who won the contest
between me and my brother.

You met us both.

Oliver believed
the same things I did.

(laughs) But he was soft.

I won. Of course.

(chuckles) Who else?

-(knock)
-SASHA: Hey.

-Hey.
-How's she doing?

Stable.

I think she's gonna
wake up soon.

So...

I'm gonna keep the name.

My name. Stephens Six.

Maybe I use it.

Maybe we use it.

Yeah, maybe.

-Oh.
-Hey, uh,

listen, I made an appointment.

It's something I've been
thinking about. Um...

I'm gonna freeze my eggs.

Sorry, should we have been
talking about this?

I've been trying.

I'm-I'm not upset.

You are where you are, but

time is time, and this...

this can't wait forever.

Can I go with you?

I'm not sure.

I love you, Stephens,

but whether you're there
or not, this...

...this doesn't feel like
something we're doing together.

HOLLIS:
Hi.

STEPHENS:
Hollis.

Your surgery was a success.

You're doing great.

I've been waking up
and falling asleep.

I think I know how
to fix my story.

-Uh, c-can you help?
I'm worried I'll forget.
-STEPHENS: Sure.

"The colony
was called Azurinari.

"It was a backwater,
little thought of

by the ruling class of Myinari."

Mm...

"But that solstice,
everything would change."

Sounds like your patient
has every prospect

for a long and healthy life.

Oliver Day found justice
at his own hand.

Even Harrison had
a reckoning of sorts.

Harrison Day looked smug as hell
for somebody facing the music.

Every puzzle only promises
an answer, Watson.

Justice isn't always
on the docket.

Still and all...

between the strange case

of the Day twins

and our small dent
in your city's backlog...

...I'd say we're on a good run.

That look you're giving me.
It's, uh...

fraught.

I need you to do something
for me, Holmes.

I need to introduce you
to somebody.

Doesn't have to be someone
we know. It could be Lestrade.

She doesn't care
if you're still alive

and she's not gonna
say a word to anybody.

I just... I need to have
a conversation

when it's not just you and me.

And why is that, exactly?

Because things
have been strange.

I know you didn't have
that operation.

At least not in Denmark,
you didn't.

You're my best friend, Holmes.

I worry about you, but now,
I'm starting to wonder if...

I'm starting to wonder
if I'm the problem.

I don't follow you, my friend.

I need you
to come with me, Holmes.

I need you to do this.

Yes, I suppose it's time.

You did all this together?

You and this guy.
Sherlock Holmes?

We did.

That makes me a little
insecure as a detective.

He's been working with me.

All those tips
the past few weeks,

the solution
to the Murder Nurse case,

it was all with his help.

"The world's
greatest detective."

I want you to meet him.

He's gonna be working here

in Pittsburgh.
You two should know each other.

Give me a minute.

Holmes?

I'm ready for this.

I think we both are.

Detective Lestrade,
meet Sherlock Holmes.

Aren't you gonna say something?

Say something to who?

HOLMES:
Always another turn, Watson.

Always one more surprise.

What is this, Watson?

There's no one there.

* Can I play with madness? *

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