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Previously on Watson.

Detective Lestrade, meet Sherlock
Holmes.

Aren't you going to say something? Say
something to who?

There's no one there.

This is a hallucination.

I cut back on the meds I was taking and
obviously that was a mistake.

But you know what? As soon as I go back
on them, away you go.

Goodbye.

You good over there?

Feels like something's been going on.

Go on.

Calla. You're supposed to be gone.

What? John!

Do you know who left this on my desk?

He here yet?

No sign.

Maybe he put it here.

There's no patient information anywhere
on the scan. A cryptic message seems

like his wheelhouse.

Is he here yet?

Nope. Unless he left a CT scan on
Ingrid's desk.

Scary. A mask on the temporal lobe.

I call it terrifying.

But if I don't know who this is, what am
I supposed to do?

Maybe he put it there.

Exactly what I was thinking.

If this is some kind of test, I hope it
doesn't take very long.

Exactly one hour.

Lauren and I have an appointment with
her OB.

Hey, Brenda, is he going to be here
soon?

Where is he?

I am just the interim receptionist. I am
not a babysitter if the man isn't here

yet. That is his business.

Go on.

Make yourselves busy.

Morning, sir. Welcome back.

Hey.

Man of the hour. Conference room's

ready.

You're all here.

Excellent.

You're not exactly on time.

How can I be late if I've been working?
Been having a look at your new patient.

I didn't know we had a new patient.

Well, she doesn't know you're her
doctors yet, so everyone's in equal

We better get started.

Loads of work to do before Wafting is
back.

Reagan Anthem.

The streak in the air is striking,
but...

Incidental to our purposes.

We work with John Watson. We know about
white forelocks.

Well, that's wonderful.

Miss Brenda was kind enough to help me
with this morning's presentation. She

helped me with the facts and critiqued
my grammar on occasion.

You use too many expensive words.

It's a beautiful language, Brenda.
That's revel in it.

Reagan Anson was admitted to UHOP last
night. She complained of shortness of

breath, and her friends noticed a
strange bronzing of her skin.

This was all before she collapsed and
hit her head on concrete. Right now,

sedated until the swelling in her head
improves.

Can I clarify one thing with you,
Holmes?

You're not a doctor all of a sudden, are
you?

I'm a detective.

There are those that call me the world's
greatest detective, but you know.

Labels. I find them tiring.

I'm sure that's exhausting for you.

Indeed.

Reagan Anton, our current patient, is
tied to Mr. A.

Mr. A?

Is that a code name?

A nickname.

It refers to Malcolm Anton, Watson's
chemistry teacher at secondary school.

The man changed the course of your
mentor's life. The way Sherlock tells

A is responsible for Watson becoming a
doctor.

He is responsible for Watson becoming
Watson.

Surely you've all had a teacher like
that.

Mr. Topp, he kept me after class and
told me to stop hanging out with Andre

Plotnikoff. Mr. A was that man for
Watson.

Their relationship lasted well beyond
his school days. So far beyond, in fact.

that Walton asked Mr. A to be his best
man.

Why do they call me Mr.

A?

I guess it's because I'm such an easy
grader.

That's a lie. John says you never give
an A.

I will let you all judge the truth for
yourself.

But, to my credit, when John Watson
walked into my classroom...

I knew exactly what to do.

I encouraged him to apply to CMU early
and I watched with pride while he

graduated from college at 19.

You know, you do this job being a
teacher

because you hope that someone like John
might cross your path once over the

course of your career.

And that wish came true for me.

I got John, and I saw him.

And now, tomorrow, I see him

married off to someone just as
impressive as he is.

To John and Mary, a toast.

I'm sorry.

To be continued.

Please drink.

Mr. A, you all right?

Sorry. I got something from Reagan when
she came home from camp.

But I'm okay.

I'm going to finish that toast. No, hold
on. Let me examine it.

Stop.

I mean, I'd be honored, but...

Oh, fine.

Let's do this.

Malcolm.

Malcolm.

Malcolm. Where's Watson?

I mean, you say he'll be back soon, but
forget the name on the door he runs to

the clinic. Where is he and when's he
getting back?

To be perfectly honest, I've no idea.

He's off somewhere. I can only assume
he's thinking.

He's taking various elements that are
floating around his subconscious and

assembling those.

It's a coherent theory.

Now, do all of you have some reason not
to let the man think?

Adam, I think you're needed in the
pulpit.

Hey, you okay?

I think so.

Maybe, I don't know, I just, I felt
weird at work, so I Ubered here, and I

we have our appointment with Dr. Molina
later, but...

I don't feel right. Do you think we
could head there now?

Of course.

Okay.

The case of Mr. A was Dr.

Watson's greatest unsolved mystery.

Your second boss here proposes that we
have an answer waiting for the man when

he gets back.

If we solve the case of Mr. A, then I
believe we also find a cure

for whatever's plaguing his daughter.

Now, whichever one of you makes the
greatest contribution to solving this

you win the chance to come to England to
take a rotation at the London Royal

Hospital for two months while studying
my methods at Baker Street.

Do you have a problem with studying at
Baker Street?

Studying? No problem.

Living, it just feels a little man
-centric.

Potent smells.

Crusty towels.

For the record, my towels are clean.

You don't have to live at Baker Street
to study, though.

What is that, Leek?

What?

Must be something wrong with the
thermostat.

Someone will come along and fix it, I'm
sure.

It's quite good training when you think
about it. The temperature can be quite

uneven on Baker Street.

And again, we are dubious about staying
in the Watson -Sherlock love nest.

Why are you moving that? That's someone
who's actually sick right now. Are you

sure about that?

There's no identifying information on
this scan.

Could have been taken any time.

Okay.

The famous Mr.

A. He was sick all the way back in 2010.

So, after Mr.

A collapsed at the rehearsal dinner, Dr.
Watson brought him to UOP. He was a 43

-year -old man who had recently lost
almost 30 pounds, but he still had

hypertension and type 2 diabetes.

Put yourself in Watson's shoes.

It's the night before your wedding, and
the best man's just collapsed.

How would you solve the mystery?

of Mr. A.

We start off with a CBC with diff.

After that, you want a CMP and EKG,
chest X -ray and blood cultures.

Perfect analysis.

That is precisely how Watson treated Mr.
A that night.

Full marks. Of course we get full marks.
We're doctors.

Well,

just a detective seems dismissive, but
in this context, you are just a

who spends half his time in London and
half here.

In this context, I'm the only one who
knows the full story.

For that makes me better than the
doctor. That makes me omniscient.

Odd thing about that night, back in
2010.

Watson was concerned with diagnosing his
patient.

Mr. A, well, he had other priorities.

You're the best student I ever had. I
have to get to your wedding.

You know, I owe it to the universe.

Okay, listen, I might be the best
student you've had yet, but think about

current students.

Is there anyone who has shown some type
of promise to beat the great John

Watson? Well, that is a tall order.

Trust me, nobody knows that better than
me.

Amber Zevi.

She's quiet, but honestly, she's pretty
damn good. Okay, see, that's what I'm

talking about. Amber Zevi might leave me
in the dust by the time everything is

said and done. I doubt that.

Look, it might be unlikely, but who's to
say?

We have to get you back to your
classroom.

Because whoever that person might be,
they might not make it to half their

potential without you.

I want to be at your wedding, John. And
I want that too, but I'm not going to

let you leave. I don't know what's wrong
with you.

Listen, you trusted me enough to
recommend me for early admission to CMU,

Trust me when I tell you, you're right
where you need to be.

Have I told you you look absolutely
ravishing?

A couple of times, but mind you, I'm not
asking you to stop.

Good. You look absolutely ravishing.
Thank you, Mr. A.

I'd love a word with my fiancé in the
hallway.

You should see this.

Its heart's enlarged. The EKG also shows
left ventricular hypertrophy.

Acute left -sided heart failure.

That's exactly right.

Mr. A was a mostly healthy 42 -year
-old. Making positive changes to his

lifestyle and yet in heart failure
nonetheless.

Anything from Adam?

Mm -mm.

Look at those beautiful babies.

So they're okay? They're thriving.

You should take it easy.

There's no such thing as working right
up to the birth of triplets.

But they look great to me.

I shouldn't have gone into work today.

Like I said, it can't hurt to slow down.

I just want to check one more thing.

Maybe you can get her home?

I'll bring my car out.

If you want to file a brief from the
couch, no problem.

Let's get you somewhere you can rest,
okay?

Wait, Adam.

Look.

It's our baby.

Hi. I'm here to pick up my fiancée,
Lauren Confaloni.

You can have a seat, Dr. Croft. She'll
be right out.

Thanks.

Blue team to women's health. Blue team
to women's health.

Coming through the hallway, please.

Right over here.

All right, let's get one just in case.

All right, everybody, let's keep it
moving.

Hey, is everything cool? It seems like
people are rushing in there. Lauren

be having contractions. Wait,
contractions? We're worried she's in

labor, so we're transferring her to a
birthing area.

Uh -oh.

Last time I had one of those things, I
was getting a root canal.

You're not going to give me a root
canal, are you? Excuse me, Dr. Watson.

Hey.

Is my dad going to be okay?

We're working to help him, Reagan.

Now, Reagan Anson may be your patient in
the present day, but on the night

before Watson's wedding, she was just
the girl who was convinced she'd put her

father in hospital.

Why would you think that?

So when did you get sick? I got really
sick while I was at camp about three

weeks ago.

I was supposed to stay for the whole
summer, but my fever just kept getting

worse. Did the doctor say what was wrong
with you?

They gave me these gross pills.

They called it an EPAC.

Antibiotics. Did they help?

I had to go home from camp.

Dad took care of me. He felt better
after a few days, but then he got it

He didn't feel better until maybe a week
ago.

Is that a good thing?

Is that a good thing?

As regards the long -ago conversation
between young Reagan and Watson, a

sprung from that.

It's funny.

One never quite knows when the spark of
inspiration will kindle.

Why are you all looking behind me? I'm
not the only one who saw that, right?

Pretty sure they're all looking because
of that.

Huh.

Keep going, come on. We don't have much
time.

Get them free!

We need a hand line down here!

What's the edge of company?

Captain, we can't contain the fire!

I need everybody clear of this car!

Clear it up!

It's here!

No!

Watson

never makes us

breath. I'm constantly reminding the man
to build a little portrait into his

day.

It's those moments of letting go. A
clear space for inspiration.

What's up with the flashing lights?
Sometimes a solution comes from the most

unlikely of sources.

No, seriously.

There are no ambulances, no police cars.

What is that like?

What is that like?

Let's go, let's go!

We gotta move! We gotta move!

Is that

multi

-liking?

Hold up. You said the solution could
come from the unlikeliest of sources.

That sounds like Reagan -Anson was
right. Something contagious caused the

collapse of Mr. A. Yeah, and if the
antibiotics didn't work when Reagan got

sick, that means that Mr. A had a virus.

This isn't reception year, doctor. Do
speak up.

Viral myocarditis.

I believe your heart failure is caused
by an inflammation of your cardiac

muscles. That's the direct result of
your viral infection.

So is this heart disease?

Not exactly.

I think you got it from Reagan.

Her flu in your body, and you combine
that with your pre -existing diabetes

hypertension.

All of that together gave you an
enlarged heart.

And that led us to tonight.

But this is good news, Mr. A.

If I'm right, in time, you'll have full
recovery.

And if things go well, you'll even be
able to work out again.

In time? You're getting married
tomorrow.

I have a job to do.

No, my brother can fill in. Now, we may
get a sack solo instead of a speech, but

we'll be just fine.

My speech.

Can you hand me that bag, please?

You should have this.

Put a lot of thought into it.

But I think it's worthy of the man.

And the woman.

I'm sure it's perfect, but I want to
just read your speech.

John.

So you want to get married twice?

People who elope do it all the time.

Once for themselves, once for the
family.

We'd be doing it once for the family,
once for Mr. Ray.

We finish up at Willowcrest Gardens. We
drive over here with Father Ray for

round two. So you already talked to
Father Ray?

He's up for it. I mean, of course he's
up for it. It's Mr.

A.

Guy wrote a whole speech. I don't see
why it should go to waste.

Thank you.

Are you kidding me?

I get to marry you twice.

I'm the one coming out ahead in this
whole thing.

You okay?

Can I have that?

I don't know why I got him. Sherlock
made espressos for everyone.

So, um... Lauren's carrying three
babies.

Two identical twins.

One fraternal.

The identicals, um... Two girls.

One of them, she's... She's not getting
the blood she needs. She's not getting

enough nutrients.

Torn to twin transfusion syndrome?

Yeah.

So, no.

Lauren has too much amniotic fluid.

The polyhydramniosis causing preterm
labor.

If we had caught it earlier, we could
have done something.

Put Lauren on bed rest.

But now, they can't stop it.

Lauren is 28 weeks.

Lung complication is brain complication.

You must be scared.

My kids could die.

Lauren could die. I am terrified.

But I know what I need to do.

Pretty much everything here is out of my
control.

The only thing that is within my grasp,
my own behavior, how I act around

Lauren, how I make her feel.

I have the easiest job in that room, and
no matter what happens in there, I'm

not going to fail at it.

You're staring at me.

You're different now.

I'm going to be a father. I have to be.

I hope like hell I'm going to be a
father.

So it's either change, grow up, or run
away.

I can do this, right?

I think you definitely can do this.

You're still staring at me.

I'm sorry I'm just so proud of you.

I must feel weird. It feels very weird

Who

took my scan

huh my scan the one with the ominous
mask It was on the

whiteboard. Sherlock put it on glass
wall. Now it's nowhere.

The scan came into your life of mystery,
and now it leaves the very same way.

I know you did this, all part of some
bigger test.

I can assure you it had nothing to do
with me.

Now, I asked you to consider the case of
Reagan Anson and the father, Mr. A. I

haven't heard much about a case at all.

How's Lauren?

She's in labor.

I can't stop it. It's a waiting game
now. Poor girl.

We've all heard a diagnosis of viral
myocarditis.

Funny about speeches and toasts.

But as far as something that needs
solving, I don't hear much.

You are quite right.

Like any good storyteller, I took my
time at the cellar.

I wanted to be precise.

To give you all the details you need.

And now we have a riot, finally.

At the moment of crisis.

Brother.

It's here, Watson and Mary's wedding
day.

Please take each other's hands and
repeat after me.

In the name of God, I, John Watson. In
the name of God, I, John Watson.

Take thee, Mary Morstan, to be my wedded
wife.

Take thee, Mary Morstan, to be my wedded
wife.

I swear to hold your butt and to always
smell every single smell that comes from

your butt.

I don't think that's part of the
ceremony, Rick.

Dad?

Dad! Get help! Get help!

Help! Help my dad!

For richer, for poorer. For richer, for
poorer. In sickness and in health.

In sickness and in health.

To love and to cherish until death do us
part.

To love and to cherish until death do us
part.

Viral myocarditis wasn't the answer at
all.

When it came to his mentor, John Watson,
the best man I've ever known,

and the doctor who inspired you all to
work you never thought possible.

Dr. Watson?

Reagan.

I'm sorry, Reagan.

What are you doing here? You having
trouble finding your mom?

No. I told her I have to talk to you.

I have a question.

What is it?

My dad.

Did he die because of me? No. No,
Reagan. None of this is your fault.

None of it. I was sick first.

I gave the sickness to him and then he
died.

I killed him.

Reagan, if you have to blame someone,
you can blame me.

I was wrong about what made your dad
sick. It wasn't a virus.

It was... What?

If it wasn't me, if it wasn't a virus,
what was it?

I don't know.

I don't know what it was that caused
your dad's heart to give up, but I

you I will do whatever I can to get you
the answers you deserve, okay?

I wish I could bring him back, Reagan.

I'm sorry.

I'm so sorry.

I wish I could bring him back.

Reagan's question is one Watson's never
been able to answer.

He still thinks about it at night when
his mind refuses to switch off.

It knocks around the corners of his
consciousness.

Even as the demands of living patients
relentlessly overshadow the one who

passed away.

On his wedding day.

How awful.

That was supposed to be the happiest day
of Watson's life.

It's tragic.

But we have the opportunity to lighten
Watson's burden.

We can give him a gift he hasn't even
asked for.

The solution.

Where should we even start?

I mean, I could pull up Mr. A's... Why
should we participate in an academic

exercise where the sole objective is
alleviating Watson's guilt? This is no

academic exercise.

A life still hangs in the balance.

People, dial in.

Identifying what killed Mr.

A will save Reagan and any future
children. So, let's have an answer

Dr. Watson when he gets back.

Back from where?

We don't even know where Watson is.
Isn't that the problem that we should

first? Solve the problem that lies in
front of you.

The solution to every mystery is the end
of a story.

You have all the details Watson had and
the confidence of the man himself.

He sees greatness in all of you.

Just like Mr. A saw greatness in him.

Let's try not to let him down.

Both of them.

Ingrid?

I'll do it for Reagan.

And to be Watson at his own game.

Let's re -examine Mr. A's diabetes.

Yeah, something about that's been
bothering me.

He was in good shape making healthy life
choices.

What if his diabetes diagnosis was
caused by something unknown to Watson?

He could have had an underlying
condition.

One that explains his heart failure,
too.

Diabetes can be caused by poor diet,
underactive thyroid, iron buildup in the

pancreas. Wait, iron buildup, that can
affect skin color, which could

Mr. A's tan.

He thought of some exercise in the park,
but what if it was just iron building

up in the body? And his heart. Causing
cardiomegaly.

Okay, so Mr. A's iron buildup is what
caused his heart failure and diabetes.

What caused the iron buildup?

Think of the kids already?

Hardly.

You know, they really are quite
extraordinary.

I'd expect nothing less from Watson.

Could you pass him a message once he
gets back? Shoot.

Tell him I love him dearly.

And that I miss this.

Every bit as much as he does.

Not what I was expecting, but... Okay.

So, you're not going to stick around and
see how it all ends?

No, they have everything they need. They
can take it from here.

I'm not a doctor, after all.

I do, however, have a line in wild
-timed exits.

And my instincts tell me that now is the
time.

for me to step out of this particular
tile.

Two names for the same condition, you
know that. I know, but I still want to

you two fight. Two names for the same
condition, a condition that could have

been treated with therapeutic
phlebotomy.

If Watson got the right diagnosis, Mr.
A's death was preventable.

Too bad leeches weren't in Watson's
wedding registry.

You brought up bloodletting? Don't get
squeamish about the implementation.

Watson was too late for Mr.

A, but we could still test Reagan to
confirm.

She was admitted to the hospital with
elevated blood sugar and bronze skin, so

bronze diabetes. Or hereditary
hemochromatosis.

And we officially beat Watson at his own
game.

Where's Sherlock? I'll tell him the good
news.

Home!

Sherlock?

I just hope it doesn't hurt Watson.

We just solved a case that's been
keeping him up for 15 years.

I think he'll be relieved.

Or he'll beat himself up for another 15.

At least we won't be too late for
Reagan.

It's terrifying what you can pass down
to a kid without ever knowing.

Those kinds of fears used to paralyze
me.

Seeing what Adam's going through.

I think I'm finally starting to
understand that maybe no one ever feels

be a parent.

You can't be, not for everything.

You have to just give yourself over to
it.

To the thing that's bigger than you.

saying? I've wasted enough time being
stuck in my own head.

I think I want to be a dad.

What's this? Which one of you put this
on my desk?

It was gone. Now it's back on my desk,
touching my thing.

It wouldn't have.

Was Adam back here? No, Adam's still
with Lauren, but you should definitely

bring this paranoia up in group.

If they ever let you back.

Adam, finally.

What do you say?

I need you.

Let me guess.

There are six babies in there instead of
the three, and you need to use all the

family names.

John, can you hear me? Mary, you went in
an accident.

They pulled you and Layla from the car.

Don't move. You need to stay still until
fully examined.

They think you may have dislocated your
shoulder in the accident.

We don't think the shoulder will require
surgery.

Mary, just tell me, where's Layla?

Her condition is serious.

Layla hasn't woken up yet.

Her liver is lacerated. They're prepping
her for surgery.

What are you doing?

I'm getting out of this thing. John, you
were in a serious accident. Your car

blew up. You need... Well, first of all,
you need a CT scan to check for a brain

bleed. I gotta take care of some things
first.

Things? No, baby.

Listen to me. When I was unconscious, my
brain, I don't know, it was... It was

working. It was making connections.

I have to talk to Adam. I have to... You
ring an anthem before she wakes up.

Ring an anthem?

Mr. A's daughter? She's a patient here
at U -Hop.

She was admitted to the hospital right
before I took that drive to Elwood City.

Wait, what O .R. is Lillian?

Lawson? Oh, are you okay?

I heard you refused the scan.

Things are going well down there. I
think Layla's going to be okay.

Are you even listening? You need a scan
like now, this moment, not another?

I already know what it's going to say.

How do you know?

Lauren's pregnancy belly is bigger than
it should be at 28 weeks. She's getting

triplets. You also mentioned early
satiety.

She's eating less because she feels full
early.

She's having trouble sleeping. She's
uncomfortable lying flat. Yeah, she's

carrying triplets. Get in to see your
OBGYN first thing. I'm concerned about

polyhydramnios. Could cause preterm
labor.

I'm going to go see Reagan Anson.

Who's Reagan Anson?

That's right. I jumped the part you
diagnosed her.

You guys look good, though.

Doing your laps?

They wake up from sedation and make you
do ten laps around the hallway to prove

you're ambulatory.

This is number seven.

I want to get home.

Do you remember me, Reagan?

I never forgot about your dad.

I think about Mr. A all the time.

Is that what this is?

Do I have what he has?

I think you do.

But that's not a death sentence. It's
not at all.

I was wrong about what happened to your
father.

I believe he had something called bronze
diabetes or hereditary hemochromatosis.

It's one of the most misdiagnosed
illnesses there is.

Reagan, I am proud about what I do. I'm
vain about it even. But that one,

I just had it wrong.

I'd like you to do a genetic test.

We'd like to take a look at your BM -96
gene.

What if you're right about this? If I
have... bronze diabetes?

It's a surplus of iron. It can be
managed. And when your symptoms flare

we'll be able to treat them with a
therapeutic lobotomy.

You're gonna be just fine.

You have a family, Reagan?

Yeah, I have a son.

Malcolm.

chemistry teacher.

That makes me very happy.

You were going to say something before
the crash.

You were going to say something.

Definitely can wait.

You had a liver laceration.

Mary did the operation herself.

When your post -op labs look good,
you're gonna be fine.

Oh, and Micah, he's with his dad.

I'm gonna bring him down here as soon as
you're ready.

And what about you?

No shoulder.

I have to go in for imaging.

I know.

I know, but... When I was unconscious...

I don't know if dream is the right word,
but I had all these things swirling

around in my head, and they all just
kind of came together.

Was I in it?

John, what are we doing here?

You're all staring at me.

Adam took Lauren to see Dr. Molina.

Lauren was in preterm labor from
polyhydramnios.

But they were able to stop it, and now
she's on bed rest.

You might have saved those babies.

I'm just glad they're taking
precautions.

It's been a long day, so I'm thinking
about taking tomorrow off.

Sure, no problem.

Also, see you in the morning.

Stevens, not to put my spoon in your
soup, but I think you'd be a good

We all need to get outside of ourselves.

We all need to connect to something
bigger.

Are we sure

that man is human?

I mean, like, human, human.

John, your CT scan.

I already know.

You know, it all makes sense. I mean,
that's why he was here. That's why I was

seeing him.

That's why who was here?

Sherlock Holmes.

I was seeing him because of what you see
in that scan.

That's also why I was here, if that
makes sense.

Why, it was him.

Who's going to help me see the truth if
it's not my best friend?

And what's the truth?

Come on.

You know that already. You're the one
holding the scan.

I have a brain tumor.