All language subtitles for Watson.S02E16

When I think about where
I came from, and where I am now,

it's obvious that we live
in a world of miracles.

You gave birth to me,

and I traveled across the world
to a new family.

And now, I'm a doctor
seeing the strangest

and most beautiful
and most incredible things

this planet has to offer.

The Fellowship. We're getting
close to the end of year two.

Everyone's thinking
about the end of it all,

about year three,
and we're all stressed out.

Watson's been moody,
off to himself.

That comes and goes.

Honestly, who even knows
what's in that man's head?

Adam's about to have
three babies.

I don't know
if he wanted to be a father.

Ingrid's somewhere between
who she wants to be

and the orders
she gets from her brain.

And Stephens?

He's as close to love and life
as he'll ever get.

Will he stay there?

He'll have to decide that
for himself, and soon.

Our worlds, they shrink
around us if we're not careful.

Help mine grow.

Tell me more about what things
are like for you in China.

All right, but only just listen.

Go away, Holmes.
You're not real.

Well, not real
in a tangible sense--

we've established this--
but the collaboration?

The accomplishments?

Those go in the good books.
Entirely undeniable.

How can that be?
You're a hallucination.

Everything that we supposedly
did was all just me.

A narrow interpretation.

It's an accurate
interpretation.

I had every insight, Holmes.

I was the one that spray-painted

"Sherlock Holmes was here"
on that wall.

And somehow,
I cooked the toad-in-the-hole.

This is, I grant you, a new
iteration of our partnership.

But we've done good work
together. Real work.

We solved the case
of the baby mammoth.

We divined
the telltale footfalls

of Haven Henry the Murder Nurse.

We exposed Oliver and
Harrison Day, identical twins

with 100 children between them,
and it wasn't all you.

I mean, if it was,
you wouldn't need this.

This is a hallucination.

You come from a traumatic
brain injury I sustained

when I went over that waterfall.

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,
guess what?

Away you go.

So, goodbye.

Is this really for the best?

I am a doctor. I treat patients.

So is it really for the best
that I don't hallucinate?

I'm only asking you
to broaden your thinking.

Have I intruded
in your practice?

Well, your existence
is an intrusion.

Oh, come, come now.

I'm not a sensitive man,

but this is not how friends
talk to each other.

First of all,
you're very sensitive.

- And also, you're not a man.
- I think you're being rash.

- I think you're being fake.
- Again, low blow.

- Well, you are fake.
- And you're
a confirmed hallucinator,

but we're friends, Watson.

Friends tolerate
each other's quirks.

We can make this work.

Did you tell her? Laila?

She really should know that
you marched into Mary's office

to declare your love.

Strikes me
as a complicating factor.

And you'll have
to up your dosage

if you really want me gone.

You're me.
You know I didn't tell her.

That whole thing,
it was a mistake.

Just got caught up
into something.

Anyway, nothing happened,
and Laila and I, we're good.

And you know what? You're not
exactly in the position

to be giving out
romantic advice.

- I'm you.
- Oh, well...

Not for long.

I can read all I want
about your city.

But I can still
barely picture it.

Shenzhen.

Not the real of it, anyway.

Sometimes, I think the whole
idea of knowing ourselves

is just whatever story
we make up that day.

- Hey.
- Mm. Hey back. Everything good?

Uh, honestly? I can't tell.

A woman came into my office
at the end of the day,

no appointment, but she did have

a nine-year-old
cancer patient with her.

- Okay?
- This girl has a fever,
abdominal pain.

I examined her right away.

I took a history.
CBC, electrolytes,

liver function tests.

I don't understand. There's no
neutropenia on this girl's CBC.

All the cell lines are normal.

Mm-hmm, and also, she has
no records of cancer treatments.

No scars that indicate
a central line was placed,

and the mom can't even say what
kind of tumor her daughter has.

Does this patient
even have cancer?

The fever's real.

She has right
lower quadrant pain.

I'm concerned it's appendicitis,
so I ordered an ultrasound.

John...

the mother's story?

I don't know.

- That hurts.
- I'm so sorry, Cora.

I'm almost done, okay, sweetie?

You're hurting her.

I have to do an examination,
Miss Davis.

Mrs. Davis. Jack's gone,
but I kept his name.

Okay, Mrs. Davis. I promise you,
we'll be as gentle

as we can. So,

can I tell you something, Cora?

I have a trick

for when I'm trying to get
through something that's hard.

I picture a happier place.

I picture my favorite place,
and I think about that

instead of
about what's happening.

Do you have a place like that?

I like my room at home.
I like to see my sister Abby.

Just you and Abby at home?

You two ever go anywhere fun?

Of course they do.

They go to Lake Erie, Kennywood,
all kinds of places.

We go to Lake Erie, Kennywood,
other places.

Mm...

So what about school?
Do you like it there?

Cora and Abby are homeschooled.

I do classes
with them every day.

Cora, can you tell us anything
about the doctor

who said that you are sick?

'Cause we don't know who she is,
or maybe who he is.

It would help if we could talk.

I don't remember.

I just know I'm sick.

Is it okay if we talk outside?

Look, I'm sorry. I don't...

have the paper trail
you're looking for.

Cora is sick. I just...

I needed help.

Yes, no, we are here
for your daughter, Shelly.

Does she... I mean, does Cora
actually have cancer?

I don't know.

She's sick.

The air. The ground. The water.

Nobody's told us anything,
but Cora is sick.

Why are you
looking at me like that?

- I knew this was a bad idea.
- It's okay. It's okay.
It's okay.

We're gonna take care of Cora.

We just need some information
to help.

Yeah, you definitely did the
right thing bringing her here.

But, you know, we're outside
Cora's room. You don't have to

wear the protective gear
if you don't want to.

No, I know. Of course.

Can you give me a second? I...

I just want to wash my hands

when I take these gloves off.

Oh, yeah, of course.
We'll be right here.

We have two patients.

Cora and whatever's going on
with her mother.

There's another daughter
somewhere, too.

I'm just going to follow her
to the bathroom.

I have a mother.

I have someone
I'll always call Mom,

so I'm not sure where that
leaves you and me exactly.

When I think about where
I came from and where I am now,

it's obvious that we live
in a world of miracles.

Dear Sasha,

That's your name, of course,

but I had another one
picked out for you.

BECK and SHU-YI:
I'll tell it to you
if you want, someday,

face-to-face,

SHU-YI:
...if we're both lucky enough.

I'd love to tell you more
about your half brother Michael.

I gave him all the advantages
I couldn't give you.

I'm glad to live
with my son and his wife.

That's something
we do well here.

Business calls, Sasha.
It always does.

We're both lucky to be so busy.

Please tell me more
about your work.

The cases are so fascinating,

Dear Shu-Yi,

We started working on something
new just last night.

It's... complicated,

but I'll share what I can.

This woman Shelly has
one daughter here with us,

another one somewhere,
and we're not sure

if either of them has
ever been outside before?

Shelly said she was
going to the bathroom

and went right out
an emergency exit.

Obviously, there's
some diagnosis there, too.

You think?
Thanks, Dr. Child-Saver.

Sorry.

My impulses used to be
checked by good therapy.

Now, I have a referral.

Thanks, UHOP.

Sorry. It's just,

Stephens gets to see Dr. Ferry,

even though he has depression.

That's like the Candy Land
of mental health issues.

- That's, uh, offensive.
- Is it?

He didn't have a diagnosis until
I handed it to him, so I'd say

we're pretty even.

Actually, still slightly
in my favor.

We have a patient
that has an urgent issue.

Cora Davis has appendicitis.

Cora believes the entire world

is unsafe.
As far as we can tell,

she's never been outside
without protective covering.

There's a younger sister
who's also dealing

with the same situation,
who's locked away, too?

Wherever they are, that kid
could have any number of issues.

Vitamin D deficiency.
Bone density issues.

And we'll deal with that
once we find Shelly.

As of right now,
we have to get Cora into surgery

before her appendix bursts.

Child Protective Services has
custody of Cora Davis

since her mom left. We have
the go-ahead for surgery.

- I'll tell the girl.
- I'll come along,
if that's okay.

Cora doesn't have her mother,

she doesn't know
what's happening...

This kid needs every
friendly face she can get.

- Thank you both.
- Mm-hmm.

Sasha and Adam,

focus on Cora's care
after surgery.

Ingrid and Stephens,

see what you can dig up
about this family.

I'm gonna work with the police
on the real mystery.

Where's Shelly Davis?

And where is she keeping
her daughter Abby?

So all this is real?

You're not just pranking me?

No, Cora's real,
her mother's real,

- and I assume her sister's real.
- You don't come off

much like a prankster.

Spend too much time pressing
your suits to play jokes

on random police detectives.

Look, I'm sorry.
I'm not great at this.

Okay? It's just,
you keep asking about

"the world's greatest detective"
so many times, and

the truth is, it's just me.

Talking to myself.

So you come home
from curing patients and

you comb over old murder files?

I have trouble sleeping.

Sorry about the lights.

- Is there a storm coming?
- The lights are fine.

- And you're too hot
to be apologizing so much.
- Yeah. Sorry.

Again, if I looked like you,
I'd strut through the world

committing mortal sin
after mortal sin.

Then I'd bat my eyelashes
at Saint Peter

and head straight through
the heavenly gates.

- You went to parochial school?
- Oakland Catholic.

How else would I wind up
with a passion for oral sex

and $12 to my name?

Mm.

She can't see
the lights flickering.

Don't bother apologizing.

Shelly Davis
and her daughter Abby.

We will get a location for you.

We will find that little girl.

That's just yours truly.

- Persisting.
- Well, thank you, Odetta.

Just let me know
what turns up, okay?

We need to talk.

- Isn't that what we just did?
- Oh.

Yeah, I'm sorry. I meant, I...
I need to talk to me.

Look, this is part
of the process,

and I told you,
if you respect the results,

gotta respect the quirks.

My mommy's gone?

She's looking
for your sister Abby.

We hope to have her here
with you soon.

But before she gets back,

we want to help you
with the pain in your tummy.

Dr. Mary's a surgeon,

and she's the one
who can make you feel better.

Is it gonna hurt?

Well, a little bit after,

but we can help you with that.

We go in through
your belly button.

That's how we make it
not so bad.

- My belly button?
- Mm-hmm.

I have an innie. Is that okay?

Oh, an innie is perfect.
That's what I have, too.

When you wake up,

if it's okay,

we'd like to show you that it's
all right for you to go outside.

Your mom cares about you,
and she's very worried,

but you're not sick.

You want to go outside, Cora?

Let some sun on your face?

If it's okay. If I'm safe.

I need you to just go, now.

Wherever you are
or whatever you are--

I mean, I know what you are,

but if part of you
is still my friend,

I-I just need you to go.

No worries there, my friend.

We're well on our way
to permanent separation.

- Your pills are seeing to that.
- Oh, well, good.

I mean, no offense, but...

- ...you're not there.
You're dead.
- You keep saying that.

You sure it's true?

Oh, please don't play
with my head.

You're not there.

Indeed I'm not, but

does that mean
Sherlock Holmes is dead?

I saw him go over the falls.

You saw Moriarty
go over the falls.

You went over yourself.

That, my friend,

is a provably survivable
waterfall plunge.

And so, meanwhile,
the real Sherlock

is just out there somewhere?

I don't know.

Does sound complicated.

- Also sounds a bit like... me.
- You.

Him.

It does sound like you.

Like him.

Do you ever worry, though?
I mean, not to be arrogant,

but without him, without me,

do you think you're enough?

What I'm saying is

that, if you don't have me,

can you handle life?

Can you be in love?
Can you be a teacher?

Can you be everything
you were meant to be?

I don't know.

I mean, you are annoying,

but there's a reason
why we connected.

You're special. You're rare.

It's like a mutation that
happens once in all of history.

I miss you.

I'm right here.

Oh, but you're not.

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

and I can't keep you around.

Not like this.

I'd love for all this to be,

I don't know, real?

More real.

Send me a picture.
Not one of us a long time ago.

A picture of you now.

"Love, your daughter,

Sasha."

Cora's up.
Go see her see the world.

You're not coming?

I'm sorry.

What I said about Stephens,

about depression.

I do know it's hard.

Are you okay?

I'm trying.

I had something
that got me close to okay.

And it's gone now.

So...

What is that?

That, my friend,
is called Jell-O.

And I was a kid once,
so I know it's delicious.

- You were a kid?
- Sure was.

It's green.

And why does it wiggle?

- Nobody knows.
- Cora, do you
want to take

a little walk
to the nurses' station?

I heard they have cookies there,

and I promise they don't wiggle.

- How's the cookie?
- Real good.

- It's so bright outside.
- Yeah.

Can I?

Of course. Let me help you.

There you go.

Dr. Mary was right.
It's beautiful.

I... I don't feel so good.

- Cora?
- Ow. Owie!

My face! The light's
burning my face!

Oh, my God!
Help me take her inside.

Yeah. Her skin is blistering
in the sun.

Maybe her dad's a vampire.

- Have we looked into that?
- What is wrong with you?

Just saying, he's been
out of the picture for a while.

- Might explain things.
- Hey.

You're not cute,
and you're not funny.

- Stay on task.
- No. I'm sorry,

but she needs to hear this.

It is not our fault you can't
see your psychiatrist anymore.

It's not anyone's fault
but yours.

You told Beck,

a proper psychopath,
about what we do here.

You knew exactly what he was,

and you slept with him
over and over again.

- She did?
- ADAM and SASHA: She did.

You brought in this
stupid lawsuit.

This is your fault,
so take some responsibility,

figure out how to get
what you need,

and stop lashing out
like a toddler.

Okay.

So, those are partial
thickness burns.

So, Cora was exposed to sunlight
for, what, ten seconds?

- Yeah.
- This girl's nine.

Is it seriously possible she's
never been exposed to the sun?

Go ahead.

Abuse happens.

We've all seen the weirdest
stuff anyone can dream up,

yet you all seem
completely thrown by the idea

of a parent hurting
their own kid.

I hear you, but that's
not exactly the issue here.

Cora's photosensitivity

could be from an allergic
reaction to medication,

an autoimmune response...

Or she could have
xeroderma pigmentosum.

I mean, that would actually
explain all of Cora's symptoms.

- That is extremely rare.
- True.

Equally true?
You all just saw it.

Okay, let's do some
genetic testing for XP.

Watson,
have you been ignoring

messages from
Detective Lestrade?

No. No, I got a lot going on.
We have a lot going on.

- Why?
- The police tracked down
the family's real address.

It's a property in Ellwood City.
They're headed over there now.

Okay, you and Stephens go there
first thing in the morning.

If they don't find Shelly
or her other daughter there,

then work behind them.

See if there are some

environmental factors
to consider.

What about you?

I'm gonna go visit Cora.

If she does have XP,
she's got a long road ahead.

She can never
go in the sun again?

Well, we're not sure
about that yet.

It's just
the most likely diagnosis.

I went to spend some time
with Cora last night,

but she was asleep.

Hey.

Hey, it's not even
a diagnosis yet.

What's going on?

I'm thinking about all the kids
I ever sat with.

All the six-year-olds
who just wanted to go home.

I found the words, somewhere,
to tell them

that their own body
was their enemy now

and that might never happen.

I made space for that.
I had to, but...

...to say the sun
might kill you...

That's a new one.

You're really never
gonna tell her, are you?

This woman loves you.
Couldn't be more clear.

You should be gone already.

- What?
- Nothing.

I'm sorry. It's...

Laila, you're
an amazing person, really.

So, look, I could talk to Cora.

It's bad and it's hard
and it's awful,

but I can do it.

John, this girl is my patient.

I'm gonna be there.

My mommy said the sun
was dangerous.

- I should've listened to her.
- Cora,

I know what happened to you
is scary,

and I know
what your mom told you,

but Dr. Watson and I,
we study how the body works,

and we think we actually know
what's going on now.

You may have been born
with something

that makes you extra sensitive
to the sunlight.

We're looking at your
genetic testing right now.

We're trying to get some answers
so we can help you get better.

You and the other doctors
said the world was safe.

But it's not safe, is it?

Mommy was right.

Where did she go?

Where's my mommy?

No running water.

No electricity.

It's like Cora's mother
turned back the clock 100 years.

She even blocked out the sun.

Makes sense, right?

Suppose Cora was born with XP.

Her first exposure
to sunlight as a baby,

she would've blistered.

Shelly cared enough about
her kids to grow fresh produce.

Well, it's weird to say, but

I think Shelly goes
well past "caring."

From her perspective,
she's doing the best she can.

Those girls had
a garden out back,

and they never even
get to see it.

Update from
Ellwood City,

Dr. Watson.
Police say no sign of Shelly

or her younger daughter
at the Ellwood City address.

Checkpoints are active, and

Dr. Lubbock and Dr. Croft 1.0
are still looking.

That's a lot of pills.

I've had a lot of injuries.
Takes a lot of prescriptions.

They're not here.

Nobody's here.

Obviously.

Would you go with me to China?

She asked me. Shu-Yi.

She wants me to come.

We're almost done with the
second year of Fellowship. I...

Before we begin year three, I...

want to do it.

I want to meet her.

Would you go over there with me?

Of course.

You don't even have to ask.

I know. I know.

Shh. Don't make any noise.

I know.

I know it's hard, honey.

I want Cora. I want my sister.

I know you do. I do, too.

I'm gonna bring her home.

You're safe here, Abby.

It's the only place
you're safe. Just...

...wait here.

I'll be back with Cora. Okay?

- Okay.
- Okay.

Okay, thanks. Yeah.

Um, we're still here
waiting on Cora's tests.

See you tomorrow.

Stephens and Sasha spent
all day in Ellwood City.

No signs of toxins, medications,

nothing that would explain
Cora's symptoms.

Which can be explained
by xeroderma pigmentosum.

Hey, uh, about yesterday...

Forget it. We're good.

I stand by what I said.

The message, but...

I shouldn't have blasted
your business

all over the conference room.

"Blasted your business
all over the conference room."

That's evocative.

- Ingrid, I'm being serious.
- So was I.

I don't have a problem
with what you did.

I... kind of liked it.

It was like a whole
different version of Adam

appeared out of nowhere.

Less vacant.
Maybe a vertebrate, even.

Oh, my God, you need help.

Cora's results came in.
She doesn't have XP.

Ask Sasha and Stephens
to e-mail over every picture

they took at that house.

Look everything over,

come in with fresh ideas
in the morning.

Where are you headed?
You don't have your stuff.

I am going to look for an idea.

Without me,
do you think you're enough?

Can you be everything
you were meant to be?

I'd love for all this to be,

I don't know, real? More real.

Send me a picture.
Not one of us a long time ago.

A picture of you now.

Love, your daughter, Sasha.

Wearing a shirt.
That's not like you.

You want me to take it off?

What are we doing here?

Tell me what you want me to say.

You're suing the hospital.

Suing my clinic.

I'm open, within certain
clearly negotiated boundaries,

to shading my statement
in certain ways.

Nobody gets implicated,

but you get a few
extra dollars thrown in

to the inevitable settlement.

- And?
- And...

you leave Dr. Ferry's
treatment group.

You leave, so I can go back.

So you'll lie to get to see
the doctor you want?

I won't lie. I'll shade.

Doesn't sound
like progress, Ingrid.

Doesn't sound very therapeutic.

Life is complicated.

Two steps forward,
one step back. Whatever.

You get a settlement anyway.

It'll be paid
by an insurance fund.

What do I care
how many commas there are?

I can help people,
I can save their lives,

but I need Dr. Ferry to do that.

Get the hell out of my group.

Okay. I'll write up
a statement right now.

Okay. Give me your first draft,

and I'll get back to you
with my version.

Nah. I'm not gonna
leave the group

until you're officially
on the record.

Fine.

Can we do this, please?

Doctor, would you mind
giving us a moment?

I need to wake the patient

to change these dressings.

Of course.

Uh... Nurse, before I go,
I'd like to have a quick word

with you in the hallway, please.

Um, sorry, Doctor, I'm running
a bit behind schedule.

I understand,
but it won't take long,

and I think it might
help my patient.

I mean, that's what we both
want, isn't it, Mrs. Davis?

Mrs. Davis.

Mrs. Davis.

- Stay away from me.
- I need you to listen.

I'm not gonna say it again.

It's okay. It's okay.
Everyone, calm down.

It's okay.

I don't want to hurt you,
but I will.

You let me take my daughter now!

I can't do that.

Cora is very sick.

She can't go outside right now.
If she goes

in that sun, she's gonna
burn and blister again.

The same way you did.

The voices said
the sun's dangerous.

The air and pollution,
the ozone.

I said it to our doctors.

I said it to my family.

Nobody believed me!

I believe you.
Others might not, but I do.

Shelly, your diagnosis,
those-those voices

that you hear,
they make it difficult

for you to see things
the way they are,

but there is no question
in my mind

that you did your best
to keep your daughters safe.

And you did a great job.

But you can't do it on your own.

You need help.

So, please.

I want to help you
and your daughters.

Can I help?

- It's been so hard.
- I know.

It's gonna be okay.

I know.

It's okay.

It's gonna be okay.

It's gonna be okay.

I believe you.

Huh. I'm impressed.

Well, what did you expect,
some kind of dungeon?

Well, the woman did
imprison her children

and deny them
a normal childhood,

but given the organic,
pesticide-free home garden,

at least we know they ate well.

Update.
Shelly Davis is in custody.

She impersonated a nurse,

tried to abscond with Cora
from the hospital.

Do we know the location
of the other little girl?

Shelly confessed to the police

that there was a hidden room
inside the house.

- Where are we
with the diagnosis?
- Still looking

through the labs. Trying to see
if we missed something.

Okay, look faster.

I'm on my way back to the house.

Ellwood Police are
on their way there now.

I told them that
the little girl was sick,

but I want to make sure
she isn't exposed to daylight.

Abby Davis?

Hello?

Abby Davis?

Anybody in there?

Hey, sweetie.

You're safe.

Don't worry. I'm gonna
get you out of here.

- Hold up.
- My name is Dr. John Watson.

I work in conjunction

with Detective Lestrade
in the Pittsburgh PD.

No, wait!

She can't be in the sun.
Give her to me. I'm her doctor.

- It's okay, Abby.
- What's happening to her skin?

I got you.

It's all right.
Close the door behind me.

Well, that's not exactly
according to regulations.

Not strictly. I'm just saying.

- Ah. Let it go. I got it.
- Yeah.

You okay?

Yeah. It's been a long week.

I miss you.

Hmm.

These three ladies
all have the same affliction?

I can leave you be, if you like.

I just didn't want to head home

without checking in
with you first.

No, that's not a problem.
I could use the distraction.

Okay.

So these three ladies
all have the same affliction,

and it's not genetic?

The mother has her own cross
to bear.

Shelly is the only one

who suffers from paranoid
schizophrenic hallucinations.

Hopefully, she doesn't pass that
down to her kids.

Otherwise, you're right.
So far,

we haven't found any type
of genetic connection.

They're here,
and they're safe for now.

You know, sometimes,
I step away from a problem--

grocery list,
idiot oldest child,

whatever-- and, uh,

I find the solution
just pops into my head.

Is that right?

I haven't experienced
many miracles,

but I imagine
it's a similar feeling.

Something to think about.
Anyway, I'm gonna

give those girls their nighttime
juice and then head home.

Oh, Shinwell asked me to
tell you that he is in Suffolk.

Brenda, Sherlock is gone.
He's not out there.

I'm not involved in-in all this,

but I can pass it along
if you want.

Tell Shinwell.
See what he thinks of it.

I'd love to have him back.

Oh, Brenda.

You said the kids were asking
for juice at night.

What's that about?

Just something Cora and Abby
did at home.

It's the only way
they'll take their vegetables.

Tall glass of juice,
it must be green,

one with every meal
and another at snack time.

Does that matter?

You got to be kidding me.

Not at all. I present: celery.

God's most honest vegetable.

Pure, unadulterated roughage.

Served at holiday parties

and Super Bowl gatherings
across the land.

So that's what's causing the
Davis family to burn in the sun?

- Well, celery can contain
large amounts of...
- Psoralen.

Which, when consumed
in mass quantities...

Can cause hypersensitive
epidermal reactions

when exposed to UV light.

So, the "green juice"
that Shelly Davis made

from the family garden
accidentally gave them all

psoralen toxicity?

Well, only in extreme amounts,
so, don't let that stop you.

Dig in.

- Got any hummus?
- Wait.

I mean, that's it?

What's the solution?

Hydrate, rest, and don't eat

celery in large quantities
before going outside.

There's no treatment?
I mean, no emergency infusion?

Topical cream?

Physically,
they will be cured with time.

Emotionally, they're still
scared out of their minds.

But they did request
some stuffies from home,

so Dr. Bynum and I are gonna

make a run up there
later tonight.

Sorry to be a downer, but

the big issue here
is unresolved.

I read the psych team's eval.

It's official.

Shelly Davis has acute
paranoid schizophrenia

with command hallucinations.

Yeah. So who's gonna take care
of those kids?

Shelly wants to, but she can't.

I didn't think
I'd be so nervous.

Well, we can go at your pace.

Just know that Shelly's
on antipsychotic medication,

so she's calm
and a bit more clearheaded

than she was this morning,

and I told her
that you were coming.

I haven't seen her
since my brother's funeral.

She stopped responding
during COVID.

I haven't even met little Abby
yet, just seen photos.

And even the photos
stopped coming.

Well, she's open
to seeing you now.

And I think you being here
could help her

and your nieces a great deal.

Elena.

It's good to see you, Shelly.

I guess I owe you
an explanation.

Last time we spoke,
I told you I was fine.

I wasn't.

I tried to be a good mom.

I tried every day.

Are they gonna take
my babies from me?

Do you think they should?

Oh, sweetie.

You know what I think?

Nobody loves those girls
more than you.

I just think you...

you could use some help.

You could come to us.
All of you.

You could be with them,

or near them until
we have things set just right.

And we could be with you.

Does that sound like
something you'd try?

I'm sorry.
I still don't follow the logic.

Why are we celebrating
with celery?

Celery is the culprit here.
Celery's the villain.

Accept the mystery.
Celery's roughage.

It's a peanut butter
delivery system. Celery...

She sent it. M-My birth mother
sent the picture.

She did?

Could we see it?

What? It's not like
she's gonna be naked.

- Why would you even say that?
- I'm saying she's not
gonna be naked.

It's fine.

Ingrid still needs therapy,
but i-i-it-it's fine.

It's just a picture.

I see it.

She does look like you.

They're gonna be happy.

Cora and Abby,
they'll sleep better tonight.

I'm so glad we did this.

You good over there?

Yeah, I'm pretty good.

It feels like--
I-I don't know.

Feels like something's
been going on.

Call me psychic.

Call me wrong.

Seems like now or never,
my friend.

Go on. Tell her.

- You're supposed to be gone.
- What? John!

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