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Previously on Watson...

- You've been served. - You're suing me?

You're still kicking me out of therapy?

You and Beck wythe are on opposite sides

of what's shaping up to be a sizable lawsuit.

You're in the same therapy group.

You realize this is exactly what Beck wants?

Dear Sasha, that's your name, of course.

But I had another one picked out for you.

Please tell me more about your work.

The cases are so fascinating.

She does look like you.

She's my birth mother.

- I'm right here. - But you're not.

I'm a doctor. I take care of people,

and I can't keep you around.

Who's gonna help me see the truth of the scan?

I have a brain tumor.

The unofficial term, I believe, is "break dancing bulge."

Does Watson typically demand that you guys

consider ten different things,

or can we just go with the obvious solution?

So, stop standing on her head?

Guys, I know I'm not him,

but I still care about this place.

I'm doing my best.

It's not that. It's just, we're not hearing much.

Is Watson... is he okay?

He's dealing with his diagnosis.

Sorting through treatment plans.

He'll be back as soon as he's cleared to work.

Dr. Derian.

It's a glioblastoma. It's Watson.

Is there any reason we should be hopeful?

We should get you on the schedule right away.

My team and I... we've dealt with tumors like this before.

This is complex. This is the real.

And the range of potential outcomes?

Well...

Look, this is my brain, okay, I'm a physician.

I make complex assessments a dozen times a day.

There's a good chance, even in the best-case scenario,

of some cognitive impairment.

Okay. Thank you. We'll let you know.

"We'll let you know"? Are you his partner?

- He wishes. - She's a homicide detective,

and I solve crimes with the assistance

of an imaginary partner

who's a symptom of that scan. Does that sum it up?

Right. Okay. Regardless, I don't think we're in

"we'll let you know" territory. You need treatment now.

You're quiet.

I'm not a doctor.

And yet you still have something you want to say.

You need a doctor.

If you don't have an operation soon, you're gonna die.

Okay, this is brain surgery.

If the wrong doctor cuts into me, I'll still die, or worse.

- What's worse? - Some kind of cursed half-life

with you changing my diaper from now until the end of time.

That work for you? I don't think so.

You know, this Dr. Demay, I mean, she's good,

but have you ever seen her do anything great?

Is there a single neurosurgeon on this planet

that would be good enough for you?

Because if you're afraid of going under the knife,

that's a great way to make sure it doesn't happen.

It's a great way to be a little coward.

Too much?

No. I had an aunt Maxine for tough love.

This is nothing.

I'm wondering, am I hallucinating again?

Or are we being watched?

Odetta lestrade, Pittsburgh police.

Can I ask your business here at uhop?

These gentlemen are with me.

They've dedicated their lives to service,

same as you have, detective lestrade.

And you are?

Miguel alvarado.

Though I'm happy for you to call me Miguel,

if I can use odetta.

What do you want?

I'm looking for Dr. John Watson.

Head of the Holmes clinic.

I'm on leave from that job.

It's a matter of considerable importance.

There are many interested parties, both in my country

and in yours.

Señor freitas requests an examination,

some insights. That is all he asks.

Can I bring my associate?

She'll be much harder on me than she is on any of you.

Do not leave the hangar without authorization.

Thank you.

I'd offer you a drink, but I read

you are more of a nondrinker.

They say that is the wisest choice as we grow older.

It's the best choice at any age.

Good bourbon, though. Who can say no?

Rodrigo freitas.

I know who you are.

Do I hear judgment there?

I've always been a friend to this country.

Haven't had too many elections lately, though, have you?

They mentioned you, detective.

Not the safest place to love whoever you like...

that's what I hear.

You're on leave. Are you unwell?

How about we talk about you?

You're healthy enough to be here.

You certainly look fit.

Would you consider taking me on? As a favor?

I don't owe you a favor.

More like a favor for both of our countries.

Zacarias.

Someone from your state department

is standing by to discuss.

You'll recognize the name.

"Specifically, the patient screening process,

"combined with the clinic's lax security,

made an incident like the bombing inevitable."

There's no way I'm saying that.

This is getting old.

If you want me to leave therapy,

you got to help me get a settlement.

Whatever you end up saying, you're not gonna like saying it.

That's how a compromise works.

You suck at this. Let me try.

Here.

"I used my security credentials

"to let Beck wythe into the clinic.

"He wouldn't have been present that day

if I followed proper procedures."

I'll screw myself over. I won't screw the clinic.

I actually don't hate it.

Any word from shu-yi?

Still no reply.

I started writing an email to check in

but felt like maybe I was coming on too strong.

Sasha, it's only been a week.

I mean, she clearly wanted to correspond with you.

Yeah. Yeah, we had some nice exchanges,

but why would she go radio silent?

I hope nothing's wrong.

I'm sure it's okay if you just reach out and ask.

I mean, she knows that we're planning a visit.

Actually, I thought that maybe we could postpone,

given everything that's going on here.

Watson.

- Are you okay? - D-Do you have any news?

Well, not much.

It's good to see you all. Once Adam gets here,

let's gather in the conference room. I'll catch you up.

Can I see you in my office, please?

We're treating Rodrigo freitas?

I've had eight phone calls already.

It's a real request.

He's been diagnosed with myasthenia gravis.

He wants treatment from John.

The state department wants us to provide it

"to ensure stability in the region."

Watson has a tumor.

He's been baking Shepherd's pie

for the ghost of Sherlock Holmes.

It was a toad-in-the-hole, but thank you, Dr. Derian.

Freitas wants John. He's willing to assume the risks.

And we feel okay about this?

Look, the man's sick.

Okay? But beyond that, he is what he is,

and what he is is nothing good.

Things are gonna have to work differently for a while.

I already have someone overseeing the clinic,

but if I'm going to take on a new patient,

someone is gonna have to oversee me.

I have a tumor, and

I can't even Gauge my own fitness to practice,

so I need a neurologist to observe me,

to step in and bench me if that has to happen.

So Mary's in charge of the clinic,

you're in charge of treating Rodrigo freitas,

and I'm in charge of you?

Correct.

I like it.

Let's go save a monster.

Diagnosis is myasthenia gravis.

Anyone?

I'm just here to help. By all means, go ahead.

It's an autoimmune neuromuscular junction disorder.

Known to block nerve signals.

It manifests as extreme exhaustion

- and chronic weakening. - Specifically,

droopy eyes, shortness of breath, trouble swallowing.

Ironic for a supposed authoritarian strongman.

"Supposed"? That's exactly what he is.

Are we really just gonna dive into

the differential and not discuss what it means

- to treat this guy? - What do you mean "what it means"?

He is the head of a notoriously repressive regime

that uses secret police

to arrest his political opponents.

- Nobody's perfect. - My god.

Okay, we can debate ethics all day.

Bottom line, he's the patient, and we all swore an oath.

Now, my question would be, why does he continue to decline

despite his prescription to pyridos... pyridostigmine?

You'd expect him to respond to the meds.

You think he has another possible condition?

- He reports a persistent cough. - Well, he loves his Cuban cigars.

I saw his bio on 60 minutes.

He's obeying doctor's orders?

Taking the right dose at the right time,

abstaining from exercise?

A man of his psychological disposition

doesn't seem like someone who's inclined to follow instructions.

The report says that he's being treated

for blood pressure, high cholesterol, gout.

There's a robust history of prescriptions.

He's in his 60s,

high stress, and his symptoms are now borderline critical.

He will listen and follow instructions,

so we better say the right thing.

Stephens and Sasha on labs. Full metabolic panel.

Check acetylcholine receptor antibodies.

Cbc, blood cultures,

muscle-specific kinase, the works.

Adam, find out how he's been living.

I'll focus on neurological tests.

And, Watson.

You're with me.

This might be the end of us all.

I must say, it's rare that my medicine

is handled by someone quite so lovely.

Tell me your name again.

I'm Dr. Lubbock. I'll be handling your labs,

along with Dr. Croft.

Are you experiencing any chills?

Quite the opposite.

He's the serious one?

He's an exceptional doctor.

Just one more to go.

You have a very gentle touch.

I only meant to offer a compliment.

Appreciate it.

Our nurses typically handle the blood draws,

but since we had to close down the entire fourth floor...

Security is critical, of course.

President freitas.

I'm Dr. Ingrid derian. I'll be running point on your case.

Dr. Watson will be consulting.

I guess you're no longer on leave.

No, technically, I'm still on leave, but you're in good hands.

And I'll help as needed.

We'll start with a standard walking test.

Get a baseline Gauge for your stamina.

My personal physician Dr. Perez

told me to get some rest.

And now you want me on my feet?

Dr. Watson, what do you say?

I'd say you better listen to Dr. Derian.

What is that?

It's for sample collection.

Samples of what?

Anything pertinent to my patient's case.

The president agreed to allow you access to the jet.

That's all.

My friend, that's not what we discussed,

so why don't I just call the hospital, and we could...

Whoa, whoa.

Whoa. Okay.

Look, I was told to come here by Dr. Ingrid derian,

and I'm not about to get on her bad side.

We go all the way back, and we don't get

what we came here for,

and your boss has his treatment delayed?

That's not gonna be good for anybody, is it?

What the hell happened in here?

They're definitely not paying the cleaning staff enough.

Yeah... I don't know that I feel okay going in there.

I can't be around all that.

Okay...

- You take photos, and I'll grab samples. - Okay.

He's definitely living up to his rep?

Like a college kid on spring break.

He's got a whole stash in here. Uppers, downers,

cognitive boosters, random health supplements,

and more prophylactics than I care to think about.

I'm no doctor, but should a patient

with his condition be living like this?

Who's gonna tell him enough's enough?

Results should be another hour.

I got to admit,

- that guy was not what I expected. - Yeah.

It was weird. He was... charming.

Like meeting a friend's grandpa,

except a grandpa that could have a journalist tortured.

No wonder his health's a mess.

If people are too afraid to speak the truth,

how's he ever gonna hear any useful feedback?

Is everything okay?

I'm still kind of processing it, but

I just heard back from shu-yi.

She's been in the hospital.

She had some pain in her stomach,

went in, took some tests.

She didn't go into specifics,

but I get that it's something serious.

Sasha, I'm so sorry. What do you need?

I think I need to pull up my trip to China.

I-I know that you said

you wanted to come, but with Watson on leave

and-and Adam about to have triplets,

I can't ask you to do that.

So you're going alone? Just like that?

I'm gonna book a flight for this weekend.

I-If I'm ever gonna meet her, I think it has to be now.

Can you rate your level of fatigue?

No more questions.

Get me Dr. Watson.

You have a problem with authority.

I do, too, and I've never even run a country.

But nobody else is going to come save you.

So be polite, do what I tell you,

and keep in mind, I get paid either way.

Sorry I'm running behind.

No worries.

He was hoping to speak to you in private.

I need to go check his labs.

Now, as a reminder, I'm only here to advise.

Good. Your advice is what I need.

A man in my position,

perceived as weak, invites challenge.

If I am to avoid a coup

and all the violence that would follow,

I need your help...

What's this?

Medical files,

along with the corresponding DNA samples

from the most qualified members of my inner circle.

I don't want this. Why are you even giving this to me?

Because I know my time is limited.

Perhaps you can appreciate that.

I need your help

to ensure the stability of my country.

I want you, Dr. Watson, to use your genius

to help me pick my successor.

Let me get this straight. He gave you

a half dozen redacted files and asked you to, what,

point out the pros and cons for each candidate?

He wants me to vet his people,

and genetic trends are a valid metric to do so.

We're smart, we could figure out

who each one of these guys is in, like, ten minutes.

I mean, imagine picking the ruler of a nation.

How often do you get to impact an entire...

Okay, stop. Just stop.

We're talking about selecting an authoritarian tyrant.

You're not seriously thinking of doing this, are you?

He sought me out by my reputation as a geneticist

to make sure that his guys weren't prone to

cognitive impairment, early-onset Alzheimer's,

or any genetic markers that might spell trouble.

I don't like it.

And before you go down this road,

keep in mind, the state department

will want to have their say.

Well, I already got a firmly worded call.

Clearly, they already have their preferred candidate.

Gross. But we are gonna do it, right?

"We"?

As your neurologist,

happen to know that your judgment is impaired.

I think I should be included.

Look, whatever I decide to do, I'm the one that's gonna do it.

And while I focus on this...

I work the differential with the rest of the team.

Fine. But I retain the right to review your work

and veto any analysis that I think is compromised.

Sorry, I was in a meeting.

Must be nice, rubbing elbows with the grown-ups.

Any idea what's going on?

Is Watson coming back? I-Is he feeling okay?

Watson wants us to work the case.

So let's not let him down. Who's got something?

Patient reports low appetite since being admitted.

Breathing remains labored.

Those are hallmarks of myasthenia gravis,

but it's nothing new.

Stephens, spit it out.

Did Watson put you in charge or something?

Did he specifically say, "Ingrid, you are in charge"?

No, not exactly.

But if I said, "pretty please," wouldn't that just be weird?

The photos from his private jet.

It's stocked with medications, supplements, herbal remedies,

and also, did you notice how much moisturizer

this guy uses? It's like

some kind of odd character fixation.

I asked Dr. Perez about that.

He said that freitas is self-conscious

about his dry skin.

I guess rough hands are a sign of low class.

Could some mix of all of these supplemental treatments

be contributing to his decline?

I mean, let's analyze everything.

Supplements, pills, definitely that moisturizer.

I'll get the samples from his room.

Do you want some company?

I'm okay.

What's up? Thought we were good with the statement.

We are.

Business concluded. Leisure resumes.

But you hate me.

It's sex, Beck. Arguably, that makes it better.

What's with the overnight bag?

In case I fall asleep.

That's not really our thing.

I'm horny. We're gonna go for a while.

Also, I brought toys.

What is this, a hookup or a deposition?

What's up?

- Can't sleep? - There were crunchy bits in your bed.

Do you eat chips before you go to sleep?

Vegetable chips. Exactly one portion.

Good for you.

Anyway, you're right, sleepovers aren't our thing.

Bye.

Bye.

Freitas' succession.

Candidate number one.

Candidate three.

Telomere analysis suggests early morbidity.

Low scores in drd2 and bdnf.

Probabilistic trends are high for paranoia.

Death in office.

A propensity for high-risk behavior.

Candidate six.

Oxtr markers.

Susceptible to miscalculation and manipulation.

Childhood history of neglect.

Disqualify. Disqualify.

Also, disqualify.

You are still here. I-I saw the light on.

- Hey, Brenda. - Hey.

Before I head out, shinwell called.

He said he's on his way to Scotland yard.

Some new information on Sherlock Holmes.

I still don't believe that's a real name.

I'm just saying.

Hey, where's Stephens?

Not that it's any of your business,

but I stayed at my place last night.

I just needed to clear my head, and I had some packing to do.

Yeah, about that, are you sure

now's the best time for this trip?

Look, I know you think you're in charge.

I don't think I'm...

Okay, maybe a little bit, but that's not the point.

The point is, you're my friend. I don't have a lot of those.

And I don't have proof for what I'm about to say, but

- there's something I need to tell you. - We found something.

Well, I mean, technically, Stephens found it,

but I helped.

Analysis of freitas's moisturizer shows tampering.

It appears to be laced with a lipophilic beta-blocker.

Beta-blocker would aggravate the symptoms of myasthenia gravis.

- He'd get weaker. - It's worse than that.

Did you actually sleep here last night?

I was analyzing candidates, and you were right, Dr. Derian,

I managed to ID all of them.

Judging by your expression, no winners.

It was a uniquely awful sample of humanity.

Any one of them could've been responsible

for what I think you just discovered.

Okay, think. Assume freitas's moisturizer

was intentionally tampered with

in order to worsen his condition and corrupt his treatment. Why?

You all just uncovered proof of an attempted coup.

Who is poisoning our patient?

Beta-blockers aren't exactly poison.

Primarily, they're used to treat cardiac disorders,

migraines, anxiety, tremors.

Unbeknownst to our patient,

his topical creams have been tainted with a medicine

known to worsen the symptoms of his condition.

Someone wanted to hurt him.

And if we do identify them, then what?

I mean, this guy is a notorious authoritarian tyrant,

and it's not like he's gonna Grant them a fair trial.

We'll be sending someone to be executed.

Well, it's even more complicated than you think.

The members of his inner circle...

they all have histories.

They're all varying levels of "deadly."

A few of them even displayed borderline sociopathic impulses.

- So, potential killers. - Yes.

And there's this one in particular...

he went to university with freitas's chief physician.

You think the doctor is in on this?

I don't know, but that's not the point.

Freitas is gonna jump to conclusions

the moment we come forward.

Now, either Perez was part of an inside job...

Or the actual guilty party

is setting you up to hand off the perfect scapegoat.

What? I can think like a villain.

So someone's poisoning a dictator,

and we don't really want the dictator to stay in power,

but it's not like the guy poisoning him

would be any better.

Dr. Derian, thoughts?

I say we keep Perez away from the president, just to be safe.

Replace freitas's moisturizer

with a generic brand we know is okay.

Once the beta-blockers are out of his system,

we can reassess his deterioration.

Okay, good. In the meantime, I'm going to tell freitas

exactly what I think of his candidates.

You're here. Excellent.

We have so much to talk about.

It seems like you're getting better.

I'm sure it's because I'm here.

Perhaps I just needed a break from the rigors of my position.

But your Dr. Perez is qualified.

I mean, he was the one that suggest you come here, right?

No. He was offended that I wanted a second opinion.

Miguel, my most trusted adviser...

he's the one who recommended

the great geneticist John Watson.

So, tell me, have you made any progress

on that little project I gave you?

Actually, I'd rather talk about your case.

I'd rather talk about my candidates.

I only agreed to that exercise to keep you in line

and 'cause I thought maybe

I could do my part in keeping the peace.

And because you're a man who chases glory,

influence, and notoriety.

Much like myself, so... Why don't you do what I ask?

Because the reality is,

there's not a single person on this earth

that makes a good authoritarian.

It's just not a role that makes sense

in a modern, civilized world.

You live in a civilized world?

I live in the real world, where men need to be led.

Maybe I was too hasty, rushing to find my successor.

Under your care, my health has improved.

I could have another 15, 20 years.

I'm missing my essentials.

On your way out, send in Miguel.

Don't go to China without me.

- Stephens... - Sasha,

look, I've been thinking, this is all happening so fast.

And after what happened with uncle jun,

doesn't it just feel a little bit off to you?

I hear you, but whatever it is, I can handle it myself.

- Sasha... - I would love

for you to come, but there is so much going on right now.

I get it, you can't.

It's okay. But I'm going.

All right.

Stephens... Those two are still being weird.

What do you expect?

Suddenly, the future is a scary place.

I mean, it's not all doom and gloom.

You're about to have a bunch of babies.

Yeah.

Lauren's on bed rest, so I'm not 100% here.

Sasha's always the one that you can lean on.

She's off to China.

I don't know. Feels like we're at a breaking point.

I was told you wanted to see me.

Yeah, I just wanted to see what you knew

about the lipophilic beta-blockers

in your president's hand lotion.

I mean, it's impossible to trace without analysis.

And why would someone suspect anything anyway?

Freitas is already self-conscious about his dry skin.

Only his doctors have access.

Or his most trusted confidant.

Maybe you should ask Dr. Perez.

He does have beta-blockers,

and he's good friends with the person

most likely to benefit from your president's decline.

But you're the one who brought freitas here.

And you knew that I'd be smart enough to figure all this out.

And if I told freitas...

The president would not show mercy to a traitor.

You knew that if you got caught, you'd be put to death.

Why do it?

As a child, I saw the...

the overreach of a corrupt ruling class.

As a teen, I fought against it.

I was lucky I was only sent to prison.

And when I got out, one man was fighting for change.

General Rodrigo freitas.

That's a good story.

It was.

Until he turned his tactics against anyone

who questioned his regime.

He... Made... Horrible choices.

And he was heading for much worse.

And when he got sick, I thought it might...

curb his worst impulses.

No. His sickness only led him to embrace his worst aspects.

And-and waiting in the wings are all of his potential heirs.

So you didn't want to kill him.

Just wanted to compromise, humble him a bit.

Avert the appointment of yet another dictator.

You may think I'm naive, but I-I hoped that, in time,

my people would grow impatient

and demand free elections.

That's a hell of a thing to gamble

on the stability of your country.

A lot of lives at stake.

I won't condone what you did, but I do sympathize.

Regardless of what comes next for me,

I would do it again.

And you, Dr. Watson, what will you do?

You want me to call the U.S. state department

and ask for a favor?

Why not? They asked us for a favor.

And you declined.

Look, this is a win-win situation.

Miguel alvarado gets U.S. asylum,

they can interview him, gather all the knowledge

they want about freitas's regime.

Meanwhile, Miguel gets to start a new life.

I know, I know, I should knock.

Though, technically, isn't this my office now?

What is it?

You have to see this.

This doesn't make sense.

Why not? He's off the beta-blocker.

But he still has myasthenia gravis.

The more he exercises,

the more he should show signs of increased fatigue.

Instead, he's getting stronger.

It makes zero sense, unless...

He was misdiagnosed from the beginning.

Lems. Lambert-eat on myasthenic syndrome.

Who wants to start?

- All right... - Lems ca... Sorry.

Lems causes muscle weakness,

not unlike our patient's symptoms.

It's milder, typically has a later onset,

and is often confused with myasthenia gravis.

Tell-tale signs include diminished tendon reflexes.

Which, I just confirmed,

our patient does in fact display.

Okay, this all tracks. What else do we know?

Lems and myasthenia gravis are made worse by beta-blockers,

which means, whoever tampered with the moisturizer,

they'd have gotten the same effect

without knowing that freitas actually had

the wrong diagnosis.

One more thing.

Throughout his time here,

freitas has shown a persistent cough.

We attributed it to his cigar smoking.

But that was a mistake.

Lems is highly associated

with what most commonly misdiagnosed condition?

Small-cell lung cancer.

- We need to order a chest ct. - It's very likely

that our patient is suffering from terminal lung cancer.

Why would he be gone?!

I am surrounded by traitors.

Sir, Rodrigo, please calm down.

Mãe de deus.

I want you to tell me if my most trusted lieutenant

is right now talking to your government.

I have no way of knowing that.

Maybe he just took off.

Saw the writing on the wall, decided to beat the curve.

What's that supposed to mean?

The newspapers, the media,

they know you're in here, sick.

Think people back home are rooting for you to get well?

You, get out now.

With all respect,

I would like to talk to Dr. Watson in private.

I know you're scared.

You have reason to be.

Your ct scan shows a mass.

Now, we still need to do a biopsy to be sure,

but based on the imaging...

It's likely you have lung cancer.

Why are you still here?

I'm looking for something.

John, you have a tumor in your brain.

You haven't gotten more than a couple of hours of sleep.

I might have one last idea.

Watson, freitas will be dead in a few months.

Best you can do?

Tell the man which candidate is least likely

to be a mass murderer and call it a day.

I'm not gonna be responsible for approving any of those men,

not even the ones our friends in Washington call "friendly."

Fine. I think that's the right call.

Though the state department will be annoyed.

Well, I guess they're just gonna have to trust my judgment

because I can do better.

This is a one-time-only nonnegotiable,

but if you listen to me, do exactly what I say,

I can guarantee your life expectancy

will go from months to years.

How?

I called in a favor.

Dr. Araceli ormano.

She's one of the leading researchers

in experimental cancer treatment.

She is willing to Grant you a slot

at the Duncan grahling institute in New York.

New York?

It's the treatment arm of a cutting-edge study.

It combines immunotherapy and concentrated chemo.

But if you want in,

you're gonna have to stay in New York for the duration

of the treatment,

and you're gonna have to Grant Miguel alvarado amnesty

from any reprisal.

Forgive a traitor while I'm in exile?

That's the deal. You're gonna have to take it or leave it.

You enjoy this. Does this make you feel like

a big, important man?

Since we're both sick, I will give you some grace

and say yes.

You're a stubborn, pigheaded, egocentric narcissist.

Maybe.

But I'm also the guy that can point you

towards a few extra years of life.

- President freitas. - Doctor.

Good news... you're not my problem anymore.

I saw it the moment we met.

What you are.

Yeah, well, best of luck.

Embrace your nature, doctor.

I learned long ago,

accept your path without shame or remorse.

Everything all right?

Yeah, the, patient's off to treatment, so all is well.

State department keeps calling.

What do you think I should tell them?

The truth.

Freitas will stay in power,

but he will focus on his survival, and...

In time, his people will see that he's an absentee landlord,

a shadow of the tyrant that he once was.

Optimism. I like it.

How about you turn that on yourself?

Do everything you can to get well.

Stop stalling and get to it.

- Shinwell. - Guv, I hope I'm not disturbing.

No, no, I was just finishing up some consulting work.

Everything okay?

I think I found something over at Scotland yard.

I think it could be the proof we need.

Sherlock Holmes is alive.

Shinwell, I need to tell you something, and...

Maybe you should sit down for this.

Guv?

I'm sick.

I have something called a glioblastoma. It's cancer,

and...

You should also call off the search for Sherlock because...

Just come home, shinwell.

Why do you keep trying to take my computer?

Why are you pretending to be Sasha's mother?

I don't know.

Maybe I don't like the way she talked to me.

Maybe it's fun.

- How's it supposed to end? - You know,

she cares about something.

She travels across the world,

only to be met by the knowledge of how stupid she is.

Then she smiles less.

A lot less. Forever.

It was so easy. She puts everything out there.

Easy?

You killed someone.

The man pretending to be her uncle.

He didn't overdose. You killed him.

I don't mind that.

I mean, look, I don't, like, love it.

You know, but if it needs to happen

to get the plan over the goal line,

yeah, a guy like that, pretending to be her uncle?

Not complicated.

How many?

Just two.

Like I said.

I'm not one of those guys that, like, gets off on it.

You know, like, collecting trophies

or whatever. That's just sad.

Two.

About to be three.

Bear mace.

Told you I brought toys.

There will be more.

Two people dead now.

Maybe another one next year.

More later.

I'm a doctor, Beck.

I'm saving those lives.

I'm right here.

I'm right here.

Why do you even care?

You're a psychopath like me.

I... need... therapy.

911. What's your emergency?

My god. My god. My god.

Miss, where are you? Are you safe?

He had a knife.

He tried to kill me.

Where are you? Are you safe?

Can someone please help? He tried to kill me.

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