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♪ This life already was a mistake ♪

♪ In crazy dark from flight ♪

♪ Knowing this king of the snake ♪

♪ Went through the clock of time ♪

♪ And look at that, thinking there's God ♪

♪ Tell me how, how to fly skies ♪

♪ And feel in your body and turn off the brakes ♪

♪ And lead them to the reaper and breathe again ♪

♪ Lights on tight, it's a hoot ♪

♪ Darling, I can feel the beat of my heart ♪

♪ I walk this way and when I'm alone ♪

♪ And this will make me bigger and deeper ♪

♪ Woo ♪

Will you be joining us, sir?

No.

I have some unfinished business to attend to.

Do I look like a doctor?

What am I supposed to do with this?

The informant has been under our care for 48 hours.

How is it that we still haven't figured out

what the hell is wrong with him?

We do have the best doctors on this, don't we?

Yes, ma'am.

World-renowned doctors are on this.

We are aware of his value.

Lieutenant, Joe Travis reappears

after being off the grid for six weeks,

he sends us a cryptic message of help.

Fortunately, we found him.

Unfortunately, he was hit with some unknown illness,

rendering him incoherent and delirious.

Now remind me, what do we know about this group

that he was investigating?

From what we know, we believe they're a front for

the development of biological warfare and chemical weapons.

Exactly, this kid has information I need.

Or worse, he came too close

and they're sending us a message.

We need to know what made him sick.

God forbid he's patient zero.

As per protocol,

the patient's been placed under full quarantine.

Medical staff is keeping him stable

and monitoring him constantly.

Clearly, Lieutenant, that's not good enough.

Continue your work, Greenfield?

Yes, Director.

Judging by his vitals and rapid weight loss,

it's clear the situation is deteriorating.

If he dies, we learn nothing.

That's not going to happen on my watch.

Here's his blood.

Christ.

Who do I have to kill to get a goddamn diagnosis?

We need solutions, not fucking updates.

Greenfield, Joe Travis is your mission.

I want him cured and I want his breathing tube removed.

I want him speaking with me tonight.

Get me Agent Wolf on a secure line.

Yes, Director.

Dr. Simon.

Dr. Simon, what the hell is going on out there?

What's his status?

Patient is stable but we have yet to determine

if the cause is biological or some kind of poison.

So you've lost time and achieved nothing.

Doctor, give me options now.

We're continuing to run tests but his fever's rising.

If it spikes, it could cause some kind of brain damage.

We have an ice bath standing by

but that's a temporary solution.

The body should neither be too hot or too cold

but at a stable temperature of 36.1.

I don't need a goddamn medical lesson.

I just need him healthy enough so I can question him.

I don't think you understand

the severity of this patient's condition.

If we-

You were given a direct order.

Accomplish the task at hand

with your so-called accomplished staff.

Status update.

Collection and transportation occurred without incidence.

Lastly, the full records have been secured.

Permission to begin?

Go.

Time is crucial.

And Wolf,

your specialist, hmm?

How is he?

He's been given a dose of naloxone.

Soon, he'll wake up and he will get the job done.

Christ.

Has it come to this?

Scraping the bottom of the barrel for a solution?

Oh, you better be right with this.

But

he will work, ma'am.

Jeff, you've put your reputation and your job

in the hands of three criminals and a goddamn drug addict.

It's your ass on the line.

Given a chance at redemption, we might actually

find a hero amongst these three criminals.

Save the cliches, agent.

We're running out of time.

Transfer your feed to base, I'm monitoring you.

Aye.

Game time, wake up the specialists.

You are probably wondering

how I got here.

Well, that makes two of us.

Wake up, Dr. Tseng.

We need your help.

I don't have many friends

but I don't have many enemies either.

So how did I get here?

I'm not a doctor.

Not anymore.

You were once a brilliant doctor,

hailed as one of the best in the field.

You speak as if you know me.

You give yourself away.

You can't refuse a case.

A good mystery was always your strongest addiction.

Well, maybe you did but I'm no longer that person.

We've been watching you.

We need you to diagnose this patient.

It's simple, Dr. Tseng.

Diagnose the patient and you are free to go.

But be aware, if this patient dies,

there will be no need for you.

Everything you need is on that tablet in front of you

and you won't be alone.

Meet your medical team.

We know how well you play with others.

Good evening, gentlemen.

And lady. We have been watching each

and every one of you.

Unfortunately, you have all lost your way.

If you seek redemption, this is your opportunity.

There is a reason why you are still alive.

Each of you possess a special set of skills.

Skills that we need, including medicine.

... Use these skills to diagnose the patient.

Find someone else to play this game.

Doctor Tseng,

we all have our role to play.

Your role is to diagnose a man

whose life hangs in the balance.

Many lives depend on your success, including your own.

The patient's survival is your survival.

Diagnose the patient.

Prove you still have value.

Now get to work.

Director, there's no motivation for them

to do their job.

Do you think this can really work?

I'm not a fan of Wolf's techniques,

but he's been known to get results.

This one wasn't my call, I'm just following orders.

But how can this homeless guy be a doctor,

let alone the other three?

None of them look like doctors.

I know.

Hard to believe, but Dr. Tseng was a child prodigy.

You see a bunch of societal rejects, remember your training.

We are to be deceptive to survive

and to accomplish the mission.

Let me explain.

Genius can take several forms.

Appearances can be deceptive and life can sometimes

deal people circumstances too cruel to fathom.

There is a reason Agent Wolf

has survived most of the people in this agency.

He knows what he's doing.

Who the fuck are you?

I had nothing to do with it, the Hammond Pass.

Shut the fuck up.

Keep this, keep this.

Now,

Jorge,

Jorge,

Jorge.

Whom will I blame if anything happens to Tseng?

If I see you here

one

more

time,

you know what happens, right?

Right?

I can't keep doing this.

Well,

well,

I didn't cheat on

Maynovia

with a prostitute.

Ah.

See you next week, Jorge.

Patient is in his late 20s with undulant fever,

- fatigue and- - Patient

is a 27-year-old male with undulant fever,

fatigue and an enlarged spleen.

Current diagnosis is chronic fatigue syndrome.

Does anyone know the time or where we are?

Don't know the time, don't know the place, and what?

You care about the time

and not the fact you've been kidnapped?

I have more pressing problems

than diagnosing this patient.

Okay.

I don't understand,

why are we trying to diagnose this patient?

He already has a diagnosis.

It's chronic fatigue syndrome.

Pass that over to me when you're done.

And why are you so calm?

Were you not abducted as well?

Was that a rhetorical question?

Hey lady,

my dear colleagues, there are no phone calls,

there's no food, just us and this patient.

So shut up.

Muscles here believes that syndromes

are actual real diagnoses but everyone knows

syndromes are used by incompetent doctors

who are unable to find a real diagnosis.

Director.

What the hell is going on?

Patient's fever is spiking.

We need to induce a coma. - Negative.

Give him the ice bath, now.

I'm a doctor, I'm gonna do what's best for the patient.

I don't give a damn about your medical ethics.

I just gave you a direct order.

Keep him cool and keep him alive.

If you fail, you and your entire useless staff

will end up in the morgue with him.

Am I making myself clear enough?

Yes, ma'am.

I wonder what he has in the bag.

Most likely a breakfast burrito.

I do hope he didn't forget to bring me some whiskey.

I wonder why he even bothers to come to this shithole?

It's not like he's happy here.

Here's your food and your mail.

Cheers.

If you want me to stop visiting you,

all you need to do is ask.

I do believe

he comes here in order to torture me.

Two truths and a lie.

French, naval dirk.

However pretentious,

not an unwelcomed gift.

I'll start now.

I am your biological father.

I didn't raise you but I always protected you.

My blood runs in your veins.

Unfortunately now, I must be your savior.

So now tell me, son,

which one is the lie?

Two truths and a lie.

I haven't played that game since I was 10.

Fine, you wanna play games?

Let's play.

Protector is the lie.

You were never my protector.

Maybe you tried, but you failed and now you want me

to believe that so you would feel less guilty.

Do you remember where you got this chessboard from?

It's quite a fascinating piece.

Too pretty for your tastes, so it must have been a gift.

I thought we agreed to bury the past.

The pieces, the pieces are unique, not traditional.

I would say Asian.

First of all, you are not a traveling curator

of military antiques or otherwise.

You're trying to pass off your knowledge

with the oldest war game in history

that originated most likely in China,

spread of course to Europe, India and everywhere else.

Why are you so angry at me?

The patient's fever is rising.

Time is running out.

So,

what causes

chronic fatigue syndrome?

Immigrant,

you tell me.

Hmm?

Tuberculosis.

Pump the patient with isoniazid, rifampin,

pyrazinamide and either ethambutol or streptomycin

and he should be as right as rain in a month.

The patient had the BCG vaccine.

So full-blown tuberculosis is highly unlikely.

Yes.

Palacinky, anyone?

Finally, my mind broke free.

I've always wanted to see

how effective deferasirox is on this disease.

Anyways, the patient does have an enlarged spleen

and this possible genetic disorder

could be causing his chronic fatigue.

I was never one to play by the rules.

Besides, I find differential diagnosis

more pleasant when alcohol is involved.

Now this is a place I can think.

Let's see if these doctors are any brighter.

Hmm.

It's not thalassemia.

Look at his blood work.

You are right as always.

Blood is normal with no elevated ferritin levels.

Silly me.

And since we are in my head,

they might actually start making sense.

Well, at least they look better.

Indeed, there is.

They tested for everything and by everything,

I mean everything.

Can you handle that?

Sure.

Brucellosis, as the patient has undulant fever.

May I ask why are we playing this sick game?

Was that a pun?

And are you even a doctor?

Harvard grad.

The patient has fever, fatigue

and an enlarged spleen, which points to an infection.

undulating fever could make it brucellosis.

Well done, blonde.

I'm impressed you can recite

the infectious disease bible by heart

but read the patient's file before you speak again.

The patient has lactose intolerance.

So exposure to dairy or milk products

containing brucellosis

is improbable.

Speaking of brucellosis,

has the patient been screened for parasitic diseases?

For example, treponemiasis could cause severe fatigue.

Hey Kat and Barbie,

why don't you two just get a room already?

One is useless and the other is arrogant.

You deserve each other.

We need a proper diagnosis, gentleman and lady.

Who put you in charge?

All you are are insults.

You are nothing.

Let's see how tough you are now

that I've gotten my handcuffs off.

Whoa, did you see me catch that?

Muscles throws like a girl.

Cyanide, strychnine, mercury.

Correct.

The point is that all the tests are negative.

No drugs.

But

it seems the patient is a true,

committed drinker.

Also, he seems to have a fatty, enlarged liver.

I mean, liver disease

could cause insomnia,

leading to daytime somnolence

and obviously

a diagnosis of chronic fatigue.

All right.

All right.

Tell

me that

he's an idiot.

Oh?

You're an idiot.

Patient has slightly elevated ALT

and AST levels

and the CT scan only shows mildly fatty liver,

most likely due to

heavy drinking.

Cheers. - Cheers.

Please.

Spleen.

What about the enlarged spleen?

Only a handful of diseases causes that

or first generation antihistamines,

barbiturates and painkillers.

What about Lyme disease?

There are many cases of this disease,

if untreated, being misdiagnosed as chronic fatigue.

No maculopapular rash!

Patient lived in Prague for three years,

has slightly elevated cholesterol levels,

slightly elevated ALT and AST levels,

contracted chlamydia three months ago.

Not sure this would enlarge the spleen but the patient

was treated with doxycycline and ceftriaxone.

You banter

as the patient's condition is worsening.

Dr. Tseng, what is the diagnosis?

I don't know.

We think it's Lyme disease.

Not everyone with Lyme borreliosis develops a rash.

Now please let me go.

You know I need to make a phone call.

You'll get your freedom

when we get a diagnosis.

What do you think, Dr. Tseng?

Greenfield, did you get all that?

Yes, at least phonetically.

Get me Dr. Simon on the screen.

Dr. Simon, the Director would like to speak with you.

Yes, Director?

Status.

The patient's fever remains high but he's stable.

Brainwaves indicate no brain damage so far.

Your time is running out, Dr. Simon.

What's his diagnosis?

Still inconclusive, we don't know the cause.

What do you know?

Well, if he had been poisoned, he'd likely be dead by now.

So we can probably rule that out.

Most likely biologic.

Your incompetence is disgusting.

We have a second opinion.

Have you considered?

Tuberculosis, brucellosis,

trypanosomiasis

or Lyme disease?

Explain these to me.

We've tested for all four.

The results have come back negative.

Tuberculosis is a lung disease.

Brucellosis is another flu-like disease

caused by bacteria, most likely

from unpasteurized milk or undercooked meats.

Trypanosomiasis,

also known as the African sleeping sickness,

is caused by parasites and we tested for that

even though he's never been to Africa

and as I'm sure you must know,

Lyme disease is a tick-borne,

look, Director, if you must get a second opinion,

that is of course your prerogative.

But I have a team of 12 specialists here,

the best in the field.

Maybe that is the problem.

You and your specialists

haven't come up with one damn diagnosis.

I think that you and your team

are arrogant and a waste of time.

Know this.

If I fire you, I will make sure

that you will never practice medicine again.

Now go back to your job while you still have it.

Agent, keep an eye on this shitshow.

Why are you so angry at me?

Something is different with you,

father.

You're up to something.

Maybe you will drug me

and maybe I'll like that.

And send me to rehab?

You do know I know everything.

Wait, maybe you will kidnap me

and send me back to Prague.

Well, I don't want to go back to Prague.

I also know that you will likely use me as your asset.

Go find another patsy and leave me alone.

Check.

Son,

the patsy is the lie.

You were never the patsy,

you just got caught in the crossfire.

I never used you but I always told you,

be careful who you sleep with.

The right woman can be your salvation

and a wrong woman can be your destruction.

I apologize for failing you

as a protector but I am here to save you.

Now please let me try and be the father

I should have been from the very beginning.

You are truly the worst.

This is my home now, Jeff.

This.

I have my whiskey, my candy, my medical journals.

This is it.

Son,

you know who you are but you can't hide forever.

Maybe I haven't found a good reason not to hide, you know?

I never chose you as a father.

You forced me into your world

and I'm out.

I have made my peace

and left the past where it should be, in the past.

Prague is dead to me.

Son,

you still have your mind.

You dull your wits with all these poisons

but your mind is still sharp.

The past is not dead and neither are you,

no matter how much you want it.

A haunting past never leaves you until you deal with it.

Why don't you just shut up and play the goddamn game,

Bobby Fischer?

Not afraid to lose, are you?

Check.

I think, I think gorgeous here

is just going down the list of infectious diseases.

First, she thinks it's brucellosis.

Now she thinks it's borreliosis.

What's next, babe, babesiosis?

It's not Lyme disease as there are no maculopapular rash

and what's the treatment for Lyme disease?

Please.

Hmm?

Doxycycline and ceftriaxone.

Mm, right.

Nurse, what did you say earlier

about the patient and his chlamydia?

Uh-huh, uh-huh, uh-huh. - Doxycycline.

Cycline and ceftriaxone, yes.

Still think it's Lyme disease?

It's lupus.

It's never lupus.

It's more likely thalassemia.

All right, doc,

a little too focused on the spleen, are we?

And dumbass, what did I tell you about syndromes?

Lupus is a diagnosis of exclusion.

All that muscles and no brain.

So tell me, how many patients died on your watch?

I was a doctor in the war.

I cried for every one I couldn't save.

- Oh. - I cared for my patients.

Who are you, the great Dr. Tseng?

The legend, the myth.

Director, we have a situation.

Go fix it, guys, please.

This is a goddamn circus.

I have it under a control, ma'am.

Just a temporary setback.

I'm terminating this mission.

Director.

But from what I see, you're just a frail, weak man.

Agent Wolf is disobeying you.

He's gone rogue.

I'm aware of that.

Like his son, he's arrogant and obnoxious.

They've restrained the brute.

Permission to speak freely?

Go.

Tseng was never restrained.

The other three were.

Tseng has not left his wheelchair, as if he...

Your observation skills are impressive, Agent.

Dr. Simon wants to speak with you.

Put him on the screen.

Director, we have an update.

I'm listening.

Well, we believe the cause is likely biological.

A team has swabbed his apartment.

The results should be here in 24 hours.

I just need some more time.

Begging for more time is not an update.

You have one hour to find a solution.

One way or another, I need him speaking.

I'm not a miracle worker, ma'am.

Okay, okay, I really am not that mean.

But come on, I haven't had this much fun in years.

Enough.

Be competent doctors for once in your lives.

Which is it, Dr. Tseng?

Lyme disease, lupus or thalassemia?

I will choose

D for none of the above.

You don't care about yourself.

You don't care about anyone else.

It's a surprise you're still alive.

Do you even want your freedom?

I have a feeling none of these

so-called doctors want their freedom,

especially blonde over here.

I am not blonde, you idiot!

Ooh, you're blonder than I am.

I have a life and I would like to get out of here

and it is Lyme disease, asshole.

What do we have here?

So beautiful.

It makes it so hard

not to fall again.

You clearly have no life

and it's obviously not Lyme disease.

You said yourself, the patient lived in Prague.

Have you ever seen deer or wildlife in Prague?

None of you have a life.

You arrived here not shaken

or disturbed that you had been abducted.

Pretentious twat with trimmed nails,

straight-permed hair, five-inch little heels.

Oh, you are looking so good without makeup,

even in captivity.

Beautiful, mm, confident and aggressive.

Ooh.

So what happened in your medical career?

Did you, ah, sleep with your patient?

Really, it doesn't even matter.

Your photographic memory and brilliant brain

of a mainframe makes you a dangerous hacker.

Meathead, you are the easiest.

You were bullied for being fat as a child.

You overcompensated, learned how to fight, gained muscles.

Oh, I see from how you carry yourself that you were a boxer.

But what a pity you let yourself go.

Something changed, stress, you lost something

and you literally started falling apart.

Some people take up yoga.

You took up the honorable habit of eating

and came back to your fat fuck self, yes.

Ah, you are from the former USSR, oh, Kazakhstan.

Oh my dark-haired, blue-eyed immigrant.

Did your medical colleagues not take you

seriously because of your accent?

Doctor Summa Cum Laude, I ask again.

How many patients died on your watch?

I see the guilt.

I see the guilt.

So no longer,

so no longer you are a doctor

but let's just say a successful wolf of Wall Street.

No, no, no, not exactly.

Bad salesman most likely, selling cars?

No, selling used cars.

Mr. Anorexia, you thought I'd forget about you.

Quiet and reserved, hoping to remain anonymous

and only giving input when needed.

You are clever and introvert.

Everything in your appearance is polished,

from a single strand of hair

up to the custom fit of your clothes.

You have OCD, you have no job

and are currently living with your mommy.

Oh, bad mama joke.

Sorry.

Until recently, was living with your mother.

Your mother is normal but the trauma of your father

abandoning the family has damaged you.

You're always trying to make things perfect.

Homosexual.

- Is it done? - Yes.

Thank you.

You do know I love both of you.

I love both of you as well.

But be ready because once we cross this threshold,

there is no turning back.

I'm always ready.

The question is-

Am I doing this for myself or for Tseng?

Oh, I know you.

You think I'm reckless.

Well, reckless or not, we are doing this

and we must succeed.

Like you,

I love him.

Help me

help him.

I've hidden and protected him long enough.

There is no phoenix without fire.

And ash.

So while all of you have medical knowledge,

none of you have been practicing medicine for years.

How do I know this?

Because you are all just like me.

Well, kinda.

In a way.

Clearly we have a lot in common

but the only difference is that all of you,

all of you were handcuffed while I wasn't,

which means that I have more value than the three of you.

So stop wasting your time and more importantly, my time.

Get with the program so we can diagnose this patient

and get the fuck out of here!

Well done.

Very well done.

Can I get my phone call now?

You can leave now.

If you don't want to help solve the case, just leave.

- I can't, we cannot. - Dr. Tseng,

stop wasting time diagnosing your colleagues.

Diagnose the patient and do what you were born to do.

Be a healer.

What do you want from me?

Seriously?

Seriously, what is it you want from me?

You don't want me as a doctor.

I am damaged as these damaged goods of colleagues.

Is it a friend?

Because I'm pretty sure you have none

If you have to kidnap your dinner guests.

So tell me,

what is it you want from me?

I want what you can become

under the right circumstances.

Your idea of an intervention is fucking creepy.

Anyway, I don't need or want an intervention.

I am fine just the way

I am.

Why don't the two of you

just get a room already and let us go?

What is the diagnosis?

Answer me now. - You want a diagnosis?

I want a meal,

a meal and a bloody phone call

for this one.

You can choose to feed them if you like.

The patient's fever is spiking again.

Dr. Simon's inducing a coma as we speak.

Christ.

Lieutenant, restrain Dr. Simon.

I want him up here now.

And Lieutenant, sedate the patient and buy us an hour.

- Yes, Director? - Time is up.

You've gone rogue.

Do I need to have you killed as well?

Kill Tseng.

Make his death serve as an example to the other three.

Killing me or Tseng is not going to help your cause.

Besides, he's beginning to earn their loyalty.

How is him being an arrogant prick earning their loyalty?

He's not arrogant, he's in pain.

There is something that can help him focus.

Agent Wolf, drugs are never the solution.

Give it to him

and get me a diagnosis.

Who are you calling?

I thought you got that phone for me?

Honestly, the only friend I have left.

The number you are calling is-

Greenfield, go over there.

Collect Agent Wolf, end this farce.

The number you are calling

is unavailable at the moment.

Please call back later.

The client you have dialed is switched off.

Please try again later.

My dear colleagues,

apparently not only the patient is in Prague, but so are we.

Is this the doctor's orders?

♪ You make me higher ♪

♪ You make me feel like the rush ♪

He's in Prague.

Not in Piazza.

Are you my hotty nurse?

How would this bastard know?

I didn't want to kill anyone.

True what he said about you?

So it is.

♪ You make me higher ♪

♪ You make me feel like the rush ♪

♪ You flame the fire ♪

♪ Well, I don't know right from wrong ♪

♪ Well, I don't know ♪

♪ I'm feeling we're connected right through my heart ♪

♪ Well, I don't know how I'm feeling ♪

♪ We're connected right through my heart ♪

♪ In the midnight air ♪

♪ In the midnight summer ♪

♪ In the midnight summer I saw ♪

♪ Yeah, yeah ♪

♪ Oh yeah ♪

♪ What I want ♪

♪ Oh no ♪

Great, we have a junkie in charge.

You read the file.

Beauty and brains.

I almost find you attractive.

Ah, but none of you have the diagnosis.

It's not the liver. - Tseng?

Tseng, Tseng!

Dr. Drug Addict,

was it really a wet dream or a rainbow trip?

What did he take?

LSD?

Opium?

MDMA?

Tell us, which one was it?

Sorry, was it just an aspirin pill?

- I'm fine, thanks. - Tseng,

if you are so brilliant,

by all means,

please lead us with your wisdom

and tell us, what do you think?

I think your get-out-of-jail-free

card failed.

Or

Stockholm syndrome.

As for the patient, I don't know what he has.

I've said it from before.

I'm no longer a doctor.

But since we are here together, courtesy of our captors,

let's figure it out together.

Do you remember that stream on Nanyadal Island

you used to try to cross using those giant bamboo?

Well, I planted those the day you were born.

I gave you away but I never truly let you go.

Every time I would visit,

from the moment you could walk,

you used to try to cross the stream using those bamboo,

try and cross the stream clinging on with your tiny arms.

It was as if the more I warned you,

the more I tried to show you my love for you,

the more you took risks.

Maybe you were punishing me for leaving you.

Maybe you enjoyed taking shy to me.

I just don't know.

Patient is in his late 20s,

male, heavy drinker who's sexually active.

He has lived in many countries

with his most recent location being Prague, Czech Republic.

Patient is an international student from Texas.

No major illness or surgeries until now,

with complaints of, in his words,

"always being tired and unable to get out of bed

except to use the bathroom and eat."

So,

gentlemen, what happened in Prague?

He got sick.

Yes.

You are a dumb jock, aren't you?

What happens in Prague

stays in Prague.

How did the patient get chlamydia?

You studied medicine, so you should know.

It was a rhetorical question.

Thank you.

The question is what

or who in Prague causes chronic fatigue?

Chlamydia.

I am pretty sure

it takes two to tango.

Find the patient's social media page.

We don't have access to social media application

and even if we did, finding his social media won't be easy.

His name has been redacted from the patient file.

Let me show you.

Director, we have a situation.

What the hell is Tseng doing?

He's subverted the firewall.

He's using social media to gain info on the patient.

Social media, are you kidding me?

Tseng is unorthodox.

Actually, he once diagnosed a patient

with Hashimoto's thyroiditis just from a profile picture.

If they get creative, end the connection.

What do you want from me?

Am I a painful reminder of the past?

Do you hate me that much?

I remember we were close once,

almost as if we were father and son, despite everything.

There was always something there.

You want the past to die.

So let's let all of this old resentment die.

We can move on, we are alive.

I miss you.

I miss my son.

Most of all, I miss my friend.

Enough.

Enough.

Huh, you had access to social media this whole time?

More surprisingly, this patient

has a non-private social media page.

How very odd and trusting this patient is.

The patient is Joe Travis from Austin, Texas.

He has posted once a month for the past three months.

Before, the patient was a frequent poster.

Usually once a week.

The posts stopped becoming frequent

exactly three months ago during Christmas.

I've got this.

Okay, what do we want to know?

Credit card information, check.

Oh, he really is into Asian porn.

Oh my god, do you remember Myspace?

Apparently Joe was a fatty trumpet in the school orchestra.

Hey, can you show me the screen please?

Show me his office.

Whoa.

He looks terrible now.

Sunken eyes, weight loss.

He looks like he has hyperthyroidism.

Hey, big boy, I am sharing my screen with you.

Thank you.

Wait.

Scroll down.

It says he is on antibiotics

and will be back on his party self next week.

That was three months ago.

Now we're getting somewhere.

I found this lady who commented on his page.

She also was ill three months ago

and was on antibiotics but she looks fine now.

Damn, this Irina girl.

She's hot.

Maybe they both got sick

but just she wasn't affected as severely as him.

All right.

Voice in the sky,

the woman promises to keep her hacking prowess to a minimum.

Minimum. - Yes.

But we need to know more

about this guy we are meant to be curing.

Something happened in Prague that caused this illness.

We need social media stats and better history on this guy.

Is it true?

Are our enemies closing in?

Check.

It is out of my hands now.

The boss wants you and will not take no for an answer.

Our enemies, well,

they have other plans for you.

All right.

Savior?

Oh, she actually is online.

"Hi Irena, have you seen Joe lately?"

Ooh.

"Who are you?"

Step aside, Tseng.

No offense, but this needs a woman's touch.

As you wish.

"I am

an old friend of Joe's.

I am

worried about him."

Sad face.

Send.

Well, she is a fast typer.

"Ah, so how do you know me?"

Well, let's have some fun, shall we?

"Joe

talks about you

all

the

time."

Exclamation point?

Exclamation point, send.

"Don't lie, Joe doesn't have any friends."

- What should I say? - My turn.

"I'm Joe's girlfriend, who are you?"

Nice.

"Girlfriend?"

Ha, he can go to hell."

Oh boy, what did Joe do to this poor flower?

"We partied one time together three months ago

and he gives me the chlamydia."

- Oh. - That's nasty.

"So you tell him I never want to see him again."

Sounds like something the girls tell Muscles all the time.

Easy there, cowboy.

Bad joke, sorry.

That was a dead end.

Induce the coma.

Load him with 70 milligrams of ketamine

and start infusion of two mcgs per kg per hour.

Agent Wolf, I suppose

you're the famous second opinion, huh?

I should have known it was you.

What, did you watch your favorite

medical drama and decide to be a doctor, huh?

Without me, this patient is lost for sure.

Don't say another fucking word.

Piece of shit.

Wait.

Look at this picture.

His lymph nodes around his neck are swollen.

- Hyperthyroidism. - No, look closer.

It's not the thyroid and it's not a goiter.

It's the lymph nodes.

Thyroid cancer, which is enlarging his lymph nodes.

It's not cancer.

Look at the alpha-fetoprotein values.

Besides, the usual form of thyroid cancer

are papillary and often slow-growing.

What Joe has is an infection.

I said

thyroid

cancer.

Not liver,

ovary

or testicular cancer,

which alpha-fetoprotein values

are markers for.

It's nice to see that social skills

are not the only thing you picked up from Harvard.

Run your tests on thyroids and when they come back normal,

and they will, promise me you'll keep your lips shut

for the rest of the differential.

Grow up.

It was just a little tongue.

Does the patient have his tonsils?

Tonsils?

Strep throat

would have resolved with the use of antibiotics.

If you are thinking mononucleosis,

it would've resolved by now.

There is something called the immune system

where the virus antigens- - Stop it, stop.

We get it, you know immunology, wow.

Hey Big Brother, get me a biopsy

of his tonsils and inject them with vodka.

That should shrink them and make him feel better.

Looks like these amateurs are onto something.

Mononucleosis?

It doesn't make any sense.

Lieutenant, tell Simon's team to do what Tseng says

and get a biopsy of the kid's tonsils.

Are you sure it is cytomegalovirus?

I really hope you're right, as I do have places to be.

Are you seducing me?

And you tell me, as you are the one

reciting the infectious disease bible by heart.

Or did you just stop at all the diseases

that start with the letter B?

I'm confident it is.

Do you want to wager 1000 koruna that I'm wrong?

Let's just say if you're right,

and I will get out of here- - Okay.

I will owe you one.

Sounds good.

Hey, big boy,

got any other bright ideas

than "The patient is an alcoholic with liver disease?"

No.

Come on, we've got a couple minutes

before the results come back.

You graduated Summa Cum Laude.

Challenge me. - Challenge him.

Fine.

If it's not mononucleosis,

my money is on Guillain-Barre syndrome.

Syndrome.

Dr. OCD, did I miss anything or are you just

gonna sit here and agree with everything I say?

Pass, but that's just because

I am not an infectious disease specialist.

Give it to him.

The tonsils were enlarged.

Biopsy confirms that it was mononucleosis.

The spinal tap also confirms that the virus was in the CNS,

the central nervous system,

hence the reason it affected brain function.

It was caused by the encephalitis.

So you mean to tell me

that this whole fiasco is about something that simple?

I want you to tell me how you and your specialists

missed that,

Doctor.

Ma'am, many of us don't even know what tonsils look like.

Most Europeans and Americans have them removed in childhood.

This was a very unusual case.

Joe's virus progressed with exceptional virulence.

In this rare case, the virus transferred to the brain.

It just caused unusual symptoms

that led us down the wrong path.

Collect your personal items,

turn in your credentials.

You are replaced.

What is it?

What is it?

Well,

it looks like I owe you 1000 koruna.

Congratulations,

Mr. Tseng.

Ah , most of you Yanks don't know

that there are two major strains of mononucleosis.

One, the American or less virulent strain

and the other European or more virulent strain.

Most people are usually unaffected by each strain

because they have their tonsils removed.

But Joe kept his and his tonsils

became the perfect home for it to wreak havoc on him.

So while he gave her chlamydia,

she gave him mono,

which is a form of herpes.

Probably a good lesson to learn, to be careful who you kiss.

Remove his tonsils and he should be good to go.

Jeff, I know you are there.

Let my people go.

Well done, my good and faithful doctors.

You have earned your freedom.

I am still unsure about these three.

But friend, foe or colleague,

it was entertaining.

What is it you want from me?

I want my son

back.

Looks like I'm out of moves.

Checkmate.

Cheers.

Agent Wolf,

fortunately for you, your rogue operation was a success.

The four doctors have been approved by me

to be your assets.

I still have my consideration regarding your son.

He will be your responsibility and yours alone.

Jeff?

Forgetting something?

Lieutenant, let's go.

You wrap up here.

Greenfield.

Come on, beautiful.

Fuck you.

Excuse me.

Top of the class at Johns Hopkins

and still you couldn't figure it out, huh?

Got yourself in a bind there, didn't you?

While he lived, you could never be safe.

Yet if he died,

your career was ruined.

I wager even Johns Hopkins

didn't prepare you for that dilemma.

There's just one thing I haven't been able to figure out.

How did you get the mononucleosis into Joe's brain?

Why don't you go ask Tseng,

the son that you couldn't protect?

Come on.

Does the famous Dr. Simon deserve the one last bullet?

It was Irina.

Irina.

Just Irina?

Joe's girlfriend.

We'll see.

The problem with being broken

is that it is easier to stay broken.

But it appears even a shattered person still has value.

Well, at least Jeff seems to think so.

I never want to see him again.

Good morning.

Oh, Irina.

Why must my sister always look like slut?

I'm assuming Joe is ill, seeing he's back in Prague

and the RNC's looking for you, huh?

Yes, sister, but why the sudden obsession with Tseng?

Do you miss him?

Shut up and don't embarrass me.

Ivan is here.

Kristina, Kristina.

It is always a pleasure to see you.

And who is this young beauty?

This is my sister.

Do you have what I want?

The bill of lading.

Your interest in this piece

of paper has aroused my curiosity.

May I ask why you want this?

Not so fast.

My price has gone up.

500,000 hryvnia

and a night with your sister here.

Ivan,

renegotiating a business deal

at the very last minute is disgusting.

Okay.

Keep the money.

A night with this beauty is more than enough payment.

Dressed like a whore,

so,

treated as

such.

Ivan here wants to sleep with you.

Do you have any problem with that?

I will do my duty.

Pay the man.

You are fuckable.

I hate it when you try to set me up with boys.

Lesson learned.

Okay, now there's the drill, quickly.

Cell phone, wallet, jewelry, keys.

Make it look like a robbery.

Irina?

Irina!

Orders?

Boss, orders?

Ivan is dead, but he's served his purpose.

Have Kristina followed.

I want to see where she takes us.

Kill Irina.

Irina?

Why? She is pawn.

True, she is just a pawn.

She's just another pawn.

Every pawn,

every pawn

has potential to become queen.

Isolate the queen and force her to move.