Watson

Previously on Watson...

Remember Alexander Petrov, the Cobalt Fissure?

It was a three-day pursuit that ended with us surrounded

by soldiers in biohazard gear on some

weapons testing site.

I think you're sick, Sherlock.

Beck, why are you pretending to be Sasha's mother?

She cares about something, maybe she smiles a lot less.

I was hoping to have a quick word with Dr. Derian.

I gave my statement already.

Just want to review a few details.

John, you have a glioblastoma.

You're a hallucination.

You come from a traumatic brain injury I sustained

when I went over that waterfall.

- You're not there, you're dead. - You sure it's true?

So the real Sherlock is just out there somewhere?

Guv? Are you all right?

Do I know you?

John, you're sick. We are going to drive

to Baltimore to ask Dr. Niles to get on his surgical calendar.

"'Twas brillig, and the slithy toves

"Did gyre and gimble in the wabe:

"All mimsy were the borogoves,

"And the mome raths outgrabe.

"Beware the Jabberwock, my son.

"The jaws that bite,

the claws that catch."

You do realize I'm admitting you

to the hospital today?

No, this was just a consult.

John, your phone. Maybe...?

You need surgery.

This tumor's aggressive. It's growing fast,

and it wants you dead.

Before it does that, it's going to give you pain,

memory loss, seizures.

Listen to me.

Listen to me.

I know you.

I know who you are.

I know what you've done.

I know what makes you you.

You have a glioblastoma.

It's bad.

If you want to come out of this still yourself,

still John Watson,

then you are in exactly the right place.

But you need to trust me.

And we need to admit you.

Tonight.

There were two men.

Holmes and Watson. Watson and Holmes.

And they did the most extraordinary things.

Are you one of those men?

Are you Sherlock Holmes?

I don't know.

There was a blue carbuncle, hidden inside a goose.

Let's assume we're not all having a mass hallucination.

Mm. That is Sherlock Holmes.

Doesn't know where he is. He doesn't know how he got here.

The man don't even know his own name,

- but that is Sherlock Holmes. - He's in bad shape.

Dehydrated, hypotensive, fever of 102.

The triage nurse said he was stumbling when he came in,

like he was drunk.

Wernicke's encephalopathy?

Sherlock Holmes is not an alcoholic.

You don't know what he is. Not now.

- He might be malnourished. Let's get him on thiamine. - Good call.

Keep me posted.

Got to get back to Lauren, but, um...

what about Watson?

Do we tell him?

I texted the man, but no response.

Ingrid.

How'd it go with Detective Lestrade?

It was fine.

We talked more about my father than we talked about Beck.

Your father?

She had questions about his "sudden disappearance."

She really liked those words, "sudden disappearance."

According to Detective Lestrade,

I am a bad person to be a bad person around.

She doesn't have anything

except for questions that will never be answered.

Right, but your father, that was one thing.

Beck was self-defense.

We have a patient.

"And, as in uffish thought he stood,

"The Jabberwock, with eyes of flame,

"Came whiffling through the tulgey wood,

"And burbled as it came.

"One, two. One, two.

"And through and through

"The vorpal blade went snicker-snack.

"One, two.

One, two."

"One, two."

Luna Quinn. Did anyone know her?

She's an oncology nurse.

She was an oncology nurse.

She showed me a trick to get a kid to sit still for an IV once.

So this was just random? Is this the start of something?

Nobody knows.

They found the rooftop the guy shot from.

Every other vantage point with a view of the hospital is clear.

This is all less than two hours old.

Police will be at every entrance until we learn more.

It's Watson.

You should be in Baltimore.

I didn't hear you come in.

Thank you for treating Holmes.

But I did look at his head imaging,

and I don't think he has Wernicke's.

With respect, Watson,

I don't think you should be worrying about

that version of Sherlock Holmes.

You should be thinking about the one

that lived inside your head for months.

Respectfully, this isn't a discussion

about my condition. It's a differential.

Who are you to say that?

You should be with Lauren.

Oh, you're gonna tell me where I'm supposed to be?

I named my son after you. I gave him your name.

- And I'm honored by that. - Are you?

Because it seems like you couldn't care less.

It seems like, if you had an ounce of respect for us,

after all we've been through,

you'd be where you're supposed to be, in the hospital.

And you'd trust us to take care of Sherlock Holmes.

Hey. Maybe we should keep our voices down.

We have a patient who needs to rest.

I respect every single one of you.

I admire you.

If you need me to say that I love you,

I will say that, too.

But Sherlock Holmes is sick.

I'm not leaving.

You can walk out that door,

or you can help.

10% of Wernicke's patients have a normal CT.

Yes, his blood alcohol was zero, but his blood work

confirmed elevated liver enzymes.

If we're right, the thiamine we administered will

keep this from developing into Wernicke-Korsakoff syndrome.

Either way, Sherlock is getting better.

Yeah, I'm not ruling Wernicke's out, but if he does have that,

then Sherlock's memory should be getting better by now.

So, let's order a CK, ammonia level,

a BHB, a lumbar puncture, and an MRI.

Hello there.

You look familiar.

Are you my doctor?

All right. Here we are, guv.

I'm sorry. Wh-What were you saying?

Nothing that can't wait, guv.

Actually, guv.

I do have a bit of news. Uh...

It feels wrong saying it out loud,

what with all that's happening, but...

I'm to be married.

What?

It's true.

As unlikely as it may seem,

that's a true fact.

Look at you. Congratulations.

Carlin's lucky. You're both lucky.

- Wh-What're you doing? - Going up there with you.

Make sure there's no one lurking around the flat.

Do you think it a coincidence that Mr. Holmes just shows up

the night before that poor young woman gets gunned down?

I mean, I suppose it could be,

but you know what the great man said about coincidences.

The universe isn't that lazy.

It's only temporary.

You don't have to explain yourself. I'm not mad.

Not anymore, anyway.

I want to help you, John.

Before I tell everyone I'm leaving UHOP, I was

hoping to have you...

I don't know... taken care of.

Dr. Niles is still willing to work with you.

He'll even come up to Pittsburgh to do the surgery. Call him.

If that's something you want,

call him.

He looks different than I pictured him.

- Sherlock Holmes. - You saw him?

We talked for 20 minutes.

He's charming.

- There you go. - Thank you.

Good morning, Watson.

I understand I'm quite unwell.

Are you really just gonna linger in the doorway?

Look, I'm sorry. I just...

I-I can't believe it's you.

I can't believe you're really here.

So where have you been, Holmes?

Oh, I can't remember very much.