Watson

I don't get it.

Glowing chest-- what does that mean?

It's not a riddle.

I have a glowing chest.

Um, those two words

don't belong together. Chests don't glow.

But they can glow.

See, I gave myself a treatment called CRISPR.

"Clustered regularly interspaced

short palindromic repeats."

It hacks your DNA. Changes your genes.

You can make your body different.

You can make it better. You can make it glow.

Why, though?

Glowing chest.

There is a longer answer.

Um, divorce, general lack of purpose.

The human need to pursue something, anything,

even a glowing chest. Especially a glowing chest.

Are you lying?

Glowing chest.

Um,

there was someone in here earlier,

had a fork stuck to her fingers.

Neodymium magnetic implants.

Um, technically,

it's a body mod, not a gene hack,

but we're all part of the same community.

And is that legal?

The law is...

still catching up to what we do.

Hobie?

Wendy. Hi.

-Hi. -Um...

Oh.

Sorry, that was--

-Um... -Okay. (chuckles)

It's so nice

to meet you in person. Um,

you look exactly like you do on chat.

You look better.

Um, do-do you want to sit? I got us a table.

Yeah, we could.

Or, um...

...we could get room service.

You went all out.

What if you weren't attracted to me?

I wasn't worried.

Hobie McSorley from Pittsburgh.

Wendy Goss from Utica.

Are you sure you want to do this?

I mean, body mods are one thing.

We're talking about getting into your genome.

I'm sure.

I want my first time to be with you.

Okay, this might be weird, and it's definitely too soon,

-but... -Mm-hmm.

I think I want to say "I love you."

Well, it's not any weirder

than what we're about to do.

I love you too, Hobie.

Put it in me.

It's working.

Yours should appear any second.

Okay.

Hmm.

Maybe we should kiss.

-Yeah. -Yeah.

Yeah.

I'm sorry, Hobie. I don't feel so great.

-What? -Um...

-You okay? -No.

-Wendy? -Um...

Sorry to interrupt.

It's the end of the day, Shinwell.

I think, at the end of the day...

-I am aware of this. -Ten minutes.

Ten minutes to review our cases

and think about next steps. It's not an enormous ask.

No, it's... it's an entirely reasonable ask.

But I do wonder if, perhaps, on this particular evening,

your ten minutes can perhaps wait ten minutes?

It's the fellows.

They're struggling a bit with the transplant.

Okay, first, somebody's gonna have to pick up the snot

and put it in the fridge.

Snot transplant.

-I don't like it. Sounds fake. -It's real.

We're doing it tomorrow.

Remind me how we picked the donor.

By the quality of her snot, obviously.

Which is measured how?

Okay, enough.

Laine Sudow has had sinus infections her entire life.

Tomorrow, we swap out her bad snot for the good snot.

Problem solved.

But first, someone has to preserve the specimen.

Y'all are such wimps.

Thank you, Dr. Lubbock.

Where are you going?

To think.

John, you're still here. Good.

My body's still here.

My brain is looking for someplace way far away.

I was going to ask you for a favor,

but if you're in your special selfish genius place,

-it can wait. -I don't have a special

selfish genius place.

What is it?

I won an award.

The Deltas are honoring me for my work in the clinics.

I say a few words, I get a plaque,

my picture goes on the wall.

Wow, the Deltas.

That's huge. Congratulations.

Someone has to introduce me.

They talk about my work, my volunteer commitments,

my good qualities.

Someone...

Do I need to fill in the blanks?

Oh, so you want me

to give a speech about you.

About my professional

and philanthropic achievements.

You can leave the other stuff out.

I'm gonna ask Dr. Kim.

Okay, no, look, I will do it.

Of course I'll do it.

Give me the time, place and the dress code,

and I'll be there.

Thank you.

Oh, John, I have to submit the introduction ahead of time.

Two minutes or so. Get it to me two days from now?

You got it.

Sherlock?

Watson.

I was hoping to surprise you.

You've been sleeping in the abandoned wing?

Just the past couple nights.

We've had worse, my friend.

Yeah, but why?

Ah.

It's under there, Watson.

Awaiting the grand unveiling.

What's under there?

In 1929, the markets crashed.

The prairies turned to dust

and your country starved.

I know about the Great Depression.

And did you know that your government,

in an effort to keep people working,

commissioned a series of public murals

by the great artists of the day?

Some are as good as new. Others have been lost.

That wall, John.

A mural by the late Charles Alston

under the paint there.

Looks like a wall, Holmes.

Well, you have to look deeper, Watson.

It's a miracle.

A masterpiece,

-waiting to be uncovered. -(phone vibrates)

Holmes.

You have to look deeper, Watson.

It's a miracle.

A masterpiece, waiting to be uncovered.

You just said that.

Did I? I don't think so.

No, yeah, you did.

Look, whatever this is,

let's go back to my place and talk about it, okay?

Hobie, I'm a little busy right now.

John, I need your help, John. I need your help now!

What's going on?

It's Wendy. She's my, uh...

I don't know, I don't know. We were...

we were doing a CRISPR mod together,

and I was careful. I promise I was so careful.

Calm down. Tell me what happened.

I love her. I mean, I think I love her.

I told her I love her.

I'm in love with Wendy, Watson.

And I'm worried maybe I killed her.

Incoming. Room 3 is empty.

Wendy. Wendy, I'm Dr. Marcus. Can you hear me?

Wendy Goss. Are you with us, Wendy?

Oh. You warned me.

You warned me over and over again.

Send a stat CBC and a chem 7.

You told me that if I kept playing with DNA,

something bad was gonna happen, but I thought

you meant me, you know? I didn't care about myself.

I mean, not then, anyhow.

Okay, Hobie, you can beat yourself up later.

I need to know what you two were doing

in that hotel room.

It was the first time that we met in person,

and we wanted to make it special,

so I-I worked up a love mod.

What's a love mod?