* *
(indistinct chatter)
(elevator bell dings)
INGRID: ...to worry about scaring
-our patient to death? -You heard Watson.
Molly Jones has long QT syndrome.
Excuse me.
-You are doctors here? -Mm-hmm.
I need to talk to you about my daughter Olivia.
Livvy.
Sorry, sir.
We don't take walk-ins.
Her feet are, uh...
are covered in these...
(stammers) They're calling 'em warts.
And her fever won't go down.
And no one will help us. Please?
She's eight.
We don't have a pediatrician in the clinic.
But I'm gonna give you a name, okay?
Dr. Jud Silversmith.
Just tell him Adam Croft referred you.
* *
STEPHENS: I'm just saying.
Alien hand syndrome is mostly a psychological disorder.
Mm.
Excuse me. Excuse me.
We finally saw the doctor that you sent us to.
Sorry, I...
I didn't send you anywhere.
You did. He-he-he couldn't help us.
And I really need you to see my daughter.
Stephens has a twin brother who works at the clinic.
Sir, we have a screening process.
Yeah, but this can't wait.
Um, your daughter's name is Olivia Fitzgerald?
-Yes. -I-I promise to read her application personally.
And if it's timely, we'll get her in fast.
* *
WATSON: No, I'm telling you, Max Bowers isn't ten.
-She's 30. -You're him.
-You're Dr. Watson. -I'm sorry, sir.
I'm working with a patient right now.
I read that you're a veteran. I am, too.
Sergeant William Fitzgerald.
18th EOD Company.
Guv?
Let me call you back.
It's my daughter. Livvy.
She's had these warts, but there are sores now, too.
And a fever. She's had this fever forever.
We really need your help.
Sergeant Fitzgerald,
-uh... -Fitz.
Friends call me "Fitz."
Fitz. Look, I'm sorry.
I really am working with a patient right now.
I'm actually always working with a patient.
But I will look at your daughter's case.
All right? So I'll keep these,
and then I'll reach out to you.
All right?
* *
LIVVY (weakly): Daddy?
Are you okay?
Yeah.
Yeah, I'm fine, sweetheart.
What about you? You ready to go see the doctor?
You really think he'll know what's wrong?
I do. 'Cause Dr. Watson's the best.
The very best. Everybody says so.
And, Livvy, honey,
whatever happens in there today...
...you're gonna get better.
All right?
All right, come here.
You fill my heart with joy.
You fill my heart with joy, too.
Yeah. Got your bear?
Yeah.
Let's do it. (sighs)
* *
(overlapping chatter)
WATSON: Enjoy it, Dr. Croft.
To the winner go the spoils.
I don't want any spoils.
I just want to do my job.
My friend Dr. Bostic calls from Van Kirk Memorial,
and she's got a 22-year-old ballerina
with muscle tremors and brain fog.
But nobody knows why.
Sasha says it's arthritis.
I assumed that it was MS.
But not you.
Started with the labs.
After some sifting, the patient showed a clear inability
to break down protein.
So when this young woman swaps to a low-protein diet,
she'll be able to continue her career
as a soloist at the Pittsburgh Ballet.
And guess what--
you get to give her the good news in person.
I don't need to tell her.
Like I said, I just want to do my job.
Your job this morning's the same as my job--
Reflection, Recovery, and Renewal.
That sounds weird.
Yeah. Yeah, I know.
I hired a coach.
Okay, fine. HR suggested that I hire a coach.
She insists that I schedule time
for Reflection, Recovery, and Renewal.
You're the best geneticist in the world.
You don't need a coach.
I don't need help to be a better doctor.
I need help to be a better person.
Apparently, when one case ends,
I have a tendency to reach for the next file
without even bothering to hydrate.
The world never runs out of sick people.
-Which is why we work. -But if all we do is work,
we can never work anymore.
Reflection, Recovery, Renewal
is the antidote to burnout.
Anyway, look, only one of us stands to get
Nutcracker tickets out of this.
I don't want Nutcracker tickets!
You are gonna tell this ballerina
that you cured her,
and then you're gonna go see The Nutcracker.
Shinwell can drive you to VKM.
I know you caught a ride with Sasha this morning.
Can I say no here?
Oh, it's not a mandate.
Oh, no, no, no, no, no.
You can Reflect, Recover, and Renew,
or you have the option to enjoy my foot up your ass.
[door slides open]
That doesn't sound very mindful.
BECK: I enjoy risk.
Sue me.
Actually, just to be clear, don't really sue me.
My court docket's full.
(chuckles)
But, yeah, you know,
I like risk.
That has, on occasion, led to me taking risks
with money that was more entrusted in my care, you know,
versus being actually mine.
But, you know, I just assume everybody feels the same.
Risk is good.
Risk is how you get stupid rich.
Are you "stupid rich" now?
BECK: (chuckles) No.
My net worth is... negative.
Comically so.
It's just a necessary step.
You know, I'm in the middle of a story
that can only end one way.
INGRID: You're pathetic.
(elevator bell dings)
This morning I'm pathetic,
but last night I was "Daddy."
-How does that track? -(scoffs)
Last night has nothing to do with the real world.
It was a cheat day.
Yeah? You can't cheat reality.
Make me regret it,
make me think about it too much,
see if it happens again.
(indistinct P.A. announcement)
(scoffs) Beck, stop following me.
I'm not following you.
I have an appointment with John Watson.
You have an appointment with Watson?
Yeah. Is that so hard to believe?
No. Of course not.
In fact, I'd love to see this play out.
SHINWELL: It's a wonderful day for a drive, Dr. Croft.
The sun is shining.
-The sky is blue. -The sky is always blue.
-Sorry, mate. -Even when it's covered by clouds,
it's still blue.
* *
No offense intended--
"Beck," was it?
-Beck Wythe. -Mm.
No offense, Beck Wythe.
But according to Watson,
today is the day of Reflection, Recovery, and Renewal.
Now, why would he take a meeting with you in the middle of that?
Watson didn't mention anything about a...
ceremony, I guess.
-Oh. -But he did take the appointment.
Ingrid and I know each other.
She can vouch.
INGRID: We do know each other.
No vouching.
(Adam chuckles softly)
Are you two friends?
Seems like an easy question.
WATSON: Beck Wythe.
You're the guy from the incubator, right?
The very same.
I understand you're up to some kind of retreat or something?
But with five minutes of your time,
I can connect you with a kid at CMU
who can swap out all the robotics in your lab
for something better and cheaper.
WATSON: Well, yes, I am intrigued.
But I cleared my morning schedule for Reflection--
-Recovery and Renewal. Right. -(whispers): Renewal.
FITZ: Dr. Watson.
My daughter's here.
Livvy's here.
For her appointment.
Actually, I have the appointment.
WATSON: Uh, Sergeant...
...Fitzgerald, right?
Fitz.
People call me "Fitz."
Okay, well, Sergeant Fitzgerald or Fitz...
...I read the papers you gave me, and...
I sent you an email with my best assessment
and a referral.
Do I look like I can afford to travel to Wisconsin?
We need your help. Now.
Here.
Today.
* *
Fitz.
You don't have to do it like this.
Yeah, apparently, I do.
This is the only way to get your attention.
You're gonna help Livvy today
and you're gonna fix her.
Or else you and me
and everyone in this room...
...we all die.
* *
All of you rejected me.
Everyone here thinks my daughter should just die.
Nobody thinks that.
FITZ: Yeah, of course you do.
You might not be willing to say it out loud,
but you think it.
But you're gonna see Livvy today.
And you're gonna help her.
You understand?
I do.
Good.
Now, I don't want anybody to freak out.
BECK: Come again?
You have a bomb strapped to your chest.
Don't talk, Beck.
FITZ: But I need the police
to know I'm serious.
So everybody cover your ears.
(sighs)
Do it!
* *
(yelps)
(screaming)
(yelling in distance)
SASHA: What was that?
Were there people...
That was a smaller version of what I'm wearing.
We got eyes on us now, so let's get started. Cell phones.
Turn 'em off. Put 'em right here.
Let's move!
I'm keeping your phone, but you can go.
You're not a doctor. You can't help.
You're just another "X" factor.
Hey, look.
I think...
I'm good here.
-What? -What? -I mean, look,
I-I'm not gonna mess with you, man.
You're trying to help your kid. I respect that.
You can...
tie me up.
Whatever. It's just...
I can help keep the situation calm here.
It's kind of a gift of mine.
-Go! -What are you talking about?
Man gets off on risking his life,
that's fine by me.
Sit down.
Zip-tie his hands
and wheel him over to the reception desk.
Quickly!
You--
there are sheets in this duffel bag.
I want you to use the duct--
Come here! Use the duct tape
and cover the windows.
Leave the bag.
Pick up that landline.
Dial 911.
Tell 'em I want the entire fourth floor
of UHOP evacuated immediately,
except for the Holmes Clinic.
And if they do that,
and they leave us alone,
I won't hurt anybody.
Tell me what I can do, Fitz.
Sergeant Fitzgerald.
-You lost your chance to call me "Fitz." -(Adam speaking indistinctly)
This is my daughter's medical file.
Starting right now,
Livvy is your only patient.
Save her
and everybody goes home.
(siren wailing)
(engine revving)
(tires screeching)
(indistinct shouting)
We're evacuating the fourth floor.
Critical patients are being moved to the first floor
in case a larger evacuation becomes necessary.
The hospital is on divert.
No incoming patients until further notice.
Keep working.
Stay calm.
You're setting an example for everyone who looks at you.
(Stephens speaking indistinctly)
I don't think you understand. We work on the fourth floor.
Let's go, everybody.
We work in the Holmes Clinic.
My brother is on the fourth floor. So is Sasha--
Sorry, Doctor. No one's allowed up.
Just get out of the way.
-We're going up, so save yourself-- -Shinwell, Stephens.
They're with me. Let's go.
We've been trying to reach the clinic.
No one's answering.
We can help with the evacuation.
You can't go upstairs.
You can't go to the clinic.
The man with the...
bomb vest, I guess,
he's in the Holmes Clinic.
He's holding everyone there.
Look, just go outside.
I'll come get you when I can.
* *
Come on. Come on.
Shinwell, come on.
(helicopter whirring overhead)
SECURITY: Come on, come on, let's go, let's go.
OFFICER (over loudspeaker): This is the Pittsburgh PD.
You are surrounded.
There's no chance of escape.
Well?
I already gave you my best assessment.
No, you blew me off.
No, I referred you to an excellent doctor.
I'm not a pediatrician.
No one here is. Now, if you want
our help, we can't do it with just a file.
We have to examine your daughter.
Livvy's here.
She's in Room 410.
We just evacuated that floor.
Nah, she's still in there.
I put a sign outside the door.
Dr. Lubbock.
Wheel the crazy guy to the entrance
and tell me what you see there, please.
What is the matter with you?
Me? Nothing.
I'm here to help.
You do realize that guy needs to be taken out.
Be quiet.
FITZ: And?
There's no one here.
(sirens wailing in distance)
Take one doctor with you.
The walk takes 68 seconds from here to there,
and I'll be timing you.
-Dr. Derian. -Come on, Watson.
It's gonna be okay.
Be right back.
Wait.
I got to teach you the knock.
Livvy won't open the door unless you do the knock.
(indistinct police announcement continues)
(lock clicks)
Daddy had to cancel my birthday party last month.
I didn't feel good.
-I'm sorry to hear that, Livvy. -(coughing)
How long have you had that cough?
Since the summertime.
It's been really bad this week, though.
(coughing)
Kaposi's sarcoma.
(Livvy coughing)
Has this been like this for a while?
LIVVY: Yeah.
They keep on going.
More up my legs.
(coughing)
When can I see my dad?
-(coughing) -I'm right here, sweetheart.
I'm gonna see you soon. I'm gonna see you as soon
as they can figure out what's going on with you.
These doctors are here to help us, okay?
Does your mother know you're here?
Mom died a few years ago.
I'm gonna shine this light into your eyes, okay?
It's all part of our exam.
Nystagmus.
We could be dealing with something neurological.
Yeah, she needs a full neuro exam.
LIVVY: Where's my dad?
-I'm gonna go check in on him right now. -(coughing)
Is it okay if Dr. Derian stays here with you?
Okay.
Okay, Livvy, let's get you back in bed.
(exhales)
Y'all don't understand what needs to happen here.
Sit there and shut up.
Watson's got this.
We have got this.
(footsteps approaching)
-Sergeant Fitzgerald? -Yeah.
Dr. Watson's back.
I'm gonna give this blood to Dr. Lubbock.
She's gonna run some tests.
We need to find anything abnormal.
But I need to get a history from you.
Livvy mentioned that her mother died.
What happened there?
With-with Marla?
She got cancer when Livvy was five.
I don't know what kind.
You don't know what kind of cancer
your kid's mother died from?
We weren't together then.
We weren't together ever, really.
I need to hear that story.
In the meantime, Dr. Lubbock, run tests on that.
-Will do. -Dr. Croft,
find whatever you can about Marla's... Marla what?
-Keisel. -Marla Keisel. Find out whatever you can
-about Marla Keisel's medical history. -On it.
I'm gonna send members of my team out to your house.
They're gonna look and test for--
Mold and lead and heavy metals.
I know. I done testing like that already.
Everything comes back fine.
All right, great. I'll hold off on that.
But I need some answers from you.
Livvy's file doesn't have any records
from her early years.
Did she have any complications at birth?
Was she a sick kid?
(phone rings)
FITZ: Don't answer that!
I don't know.
WATSON: Her file also mentions
-that she has chronic low magnesium. -(Livvy coughing)
-Was she on supplements? -Yes.
Okay. Good. I need to rule out
any possible inheritable genetic causes for that.
So I can take a family history, I can take a blood sample
-from you-- Sergeant Fitzgerald. -No. No.
-If I don't get a blood sample from you-- -No.
You don't want a sample from me.
Look, I've raised Livvy and I've cared for her
and I've done everything that a father is sup--
I am her father.
I'm just not her biological father.
Her real dad went to Allderdice with Marla and me.
Scott Morrison.
He's married, but they were having an affair since...
forever.
(coughing)
Okay, well,
if you have an address for him,
I can text my team.
They can get us whatever we need.
(labored breathing)
(pained groaning)
Watson, something's wrong.
Go. Go! Now! What are you waiting for?!
*
-(panting) -She's been in pain since you left.
Labored breathing. Stomach pains.
I was finishing her workup when she started sweating profusely
and screaming in agony.
Livvy, this is Dr. Watson.
-Can you hear me? -Watson,
there's a lot of fluid,
but I'm pretty sure that's her spleen.
FITZ: I can't hear you. Speak louder.
Your daughter's spleen ruptured.
She needs emergency surgery.
Well, then, do-do it!
I'm not a surgeon. None of us are.
You have to let a surgical team come in from the outside.
(sighs)
WATSON: Sergeant Fitzgerald,
Livvy gets this surgery or she dies.
(sighs)
(indistinct radio chatter)
(phone ringing)
John. Are you okay?
I've been trying to call you.
I'm fine. Everyone here at the clinic is fine.
We have a patient that needs help.
-A patient? -It's a nine-year-old girl
who just had a splenic rupture.
It's the bomber's daughter, Mary.
She's the reason why he's doing all of this.
We need a surgeon with some trauma experience.
I'm coming inside.
I'll bring a team.
Mary...
...I don't know how this is gonna end.
That's exactly why I'm coming in.
I lead these people, John.
How am I supposed to do that if I delegate this?
(birds chirping)
(knocking at door)
Something I can do for you?
Assuming that you're Scott Morrison,
there absolutely is.
My name's Shinwell Johnson.
I'm a first-year nursing student at UHOP.
UHOP? Aren't you guys dealing with a bomb threat right now?
Matter of fact, we are.
And it's exactly that
that brings Dr. Croft and myself to your door.
We're treating a patient.
A nine-year-old girl who's related to you.
We need some information and also a blood sample.
I don't... I don't have any nine-year-old relatives.
You have a daughter
who's on the operating table as we speak.
Wait, are you talking about Marla's kid?
Because that hasn't been proven.
And there's no way I'm gonna let you blow up my life.
Your life is not the only thing set to explode today.
People who matter to us are inside that hospital.
So give us what we need...
...and you can live your life however you like.
Give us one more bit of attitude
and you can enjoy divorce court, Scott Morrison!
I don't even know that girl.
I just sent Marla some checks to make this whole thing go away.
Olivia.
Your daughter's name is Olivia.
*
MARY: Thank you.
You all came back in.
Patient is nine years old with a ruptured spleen.
We all know what to do here.
We know what happens if...
it doesn't work.
* *
SASHA: Okay.
So there were two blood test results
that stood out to me.
Livvy's magnesium is low, despite being on supplements,
and she tested positive for Epstein-Barr.
What is that?
It's the virus that causes mononucleosis.
It spreads through saliva.
Your daughter could have gotten it anywhere.
-Does that tell us anything? -Well, it could explain
why Livvy's spleen ruptured.
But I still can't understand why she's been so sick for so long.
Dr. Croft, you got anything?
Livvy's mother died from lymphoma.
She had her own set of peculiar symptoms later on in her life.
So whatever made Marla sick
could've been making Livvy sick, too.
We could be looking at something genetic.
BECK: Ingrid's coming back.
No hello?
(exhales)
(quietly): Come on...
-Is Livvy out of surgery? -Almost. It's going well.
It's surgery, but if you want my best guess...
Livvy's going to wake.
-She's going to be stable. -(exhales)
-FITZ: Thank God. -WATSON: Well, we still need a diagnosis.
The immediate concern has been taken care of,
-but this doesn't-- -Hey, hey. Stay back.
Look. You're good doctors.
You really are.
It's a shame it took all this.
-(scoffs) -If you're waiting for
an apology, Sergeant Fitzgerald,
you can keep standing there.
I see every patient that I can.
I woke up last night at 2:15 a.m.
just to review a file.
I got burnt out so hard that I ran away to England.
I got divorced.
I don't have any kids.
I probably will never have any kids,
and now you want to sit here and you want to tell me
that I'm not doing enough?
Nah. My daughter needs help--
Every patient that comes through that door needs help!
Every patient we see, every patient we can't see,
they're sick, and they're scared,
and they all need help!
Now, I am sincerely sorry for what happened to Livvy.
I am.
I tried to help her.
But the truth is, the more people I help,
the more people want.
And now you're here.
You're here, and maybe... maybe you'll kill me--
maybe you'll kill all of us--
for that.
You don't have a kid?
ADAM: I do.
What?
Boy or girl?
I don't know.
She's not here yet. Or...
he's not here.
I don't know yet.
No!
WATSON: Beck, what are you doing?
Ah! (groaning)
(grunts)
Oh, my God. Watson!
(grunting)
(groaning)
Oh, my God.
(gags)
Stay back. (inhales raggedly)
All of you.
Stay back.
(raspy panting)
FITZ: You feel that, crazy man?
Feels like a balloon's about to pop, right?
Oh, whoa. Uh...
FITZ: Like all the blood's about to burst
-out of your body, yeah? -WATSON: Fitz.
Stop. I can't let you kill him.
"Let me"? Who the hell are you?
You might have C-4 strapped to your body,
But I'm still not gonna stand here and watch a murder.
(panting)
I'm not a killer, anyway.
Call downstairs.
You tell them I'm releasing a hostage.
And then take this man to the elevator
and press "down."
And if I ever see his face again,
nobody's going home today.
(grunts)
This is Dr. Adam Croft, in the Holmes Clinic.
He's releasing one of the hostages.
He's coming down shortly.
His name is Beck Wythe.
SASHA: Why would you do that?
You mean, try and save everybody?
-(scoffs) -We'd all be home right now
if your boss didn't interfere.
I'm a hero.
You're the hot guy from therapy.
-(chuckles) -She mentioned you. Ingrid.
She leaves out details, but I can tell there's more.
That's you, right? Beck?
The hot guy from therapy?
I didn't do anything wrong here today.
Stay away from Ingrid.
Stay away from our clinic.
BECK: Well, I'm working with
-Dr. Watson, so... -No, you're not.
I work with Dr. Watson.
You do... whatever you do.
(elevator bell dings)
Okay.
(clears throat)
I'm a hero.
(elevator bell dings)
You're dangerous.
Go downstairs, Beck Wythe.
Don't ever come back.
-OFFICER: Show us your hands. -OFFICER 2: Show us your hands!
OFFICER: We have one hostage coming out.
-There he is. -We're gonna find you a medic
and get you checked out, all right?
Yeah.
REPORTER: Can we get a couple words?
REPORTER 2: Like to talk to you, sir.
(breathing raggedly)
(Fitz breathing hard)
(panting)
That looks like a bad injury.
We need to take a look at it.
You're wounded in your neck.
It's very close to your jugular veins.
If we don't treat you, you're gonna collapse and bleed out.
(breathing raggedly)
Just one button, Dr. Watson.
That's all I gotta do, is press one button.
Understood.
That is your external jugular.
I'm gonna have to tie off that vein.
That open wound's gonna be a problem.
You were a military doctor, yeah?
I was.
Can you still do a whipstitch?
Use the skin to cover it?
I hear anything weird going on out there,
you know what happens here.
I'm not sure I believe you, Sergeant.
But I'm gonna stitch this wound anyway.
You don't think I'll blow this place up?
I don't think you're a murderer.
Matter of fact, I know you're not.
You tipped your hand with Beck.
You're here trying to help your daughter.
You're not here to murder anybody.
If you don't think I'd do it...
...why not just let me bleed out?
Because I've made that choice before.
I put it all on the scale and I decided not to step in.
I had to do it, but I didn't like it.
To someone in my shoes, that's the same thing as killing.
So even if you
took this vest off, I would still fix this wound.
I would still treat Livvy, 'cause she's my patient now.
I believe you.
(phone ringing)
You can get that!
He-Hello?
Hey. Are you okay?
SASHA: Hi. Yeah, no, I'm fine.
-Adam's okay. Everybody's okay. -Hi.
I'll tell Lauren that I talked to you.
God, I wish I was in there.
With you...
instead of you...
I know. Um...
But the best thing you can do for us right now is work.
Did y'all get anything?
Check your email.
Um, we got a blood sample
and a medical history from Scott Morrison.
Just sent a screenshot of some recent bloodwork.
He's healthy. His kids are, too.
No history of cancers, autoimmune diseases,
or genetic conditions.
SHINWELL: Yeah. There's some bloke out here,
surrounded by cameras,
who claims he was an hostage as well.
That would be Beck Wythe.
You should ask Ingrid about him.
I know him. I don't vouch for him.
SASHA: Hmm.
-You see that? -Scott Morrison's
blood type is AB positive.
But that doesn't make sense.
Livvy should be out of surgery soon.
As soon as she can eat, we're gonna have food for her.
What does she like?
Tacos.
No cilantro on 'em, though.
She won't eat 'em if they got cilantro.
Cilantro? You mean the...
herb that's famous for having no taste whatsoever?
(grunts) Livvy hates it.
I-I do, too. Tastes like soap.
You think my daughter could still have a chance?
We're working as hard as we can.
No, I don't mean today. I mean...
Let's assume you can help her.
There is only one person's got a guaranteed bad outcome today,
and that's... that's me.
That's... that's her "dad."
You know.
Could she still be okay
without me?
I don't know.
But if you didn't help her today, she might not be alive.
Yeah, but I don't mean, "Will she survive?"
I mean, "Will she be okay?"
I'm going to prison, man.
Or worse...
if there's worse.
She's got, uh, got my sister.
She cares.
You think...
You think that's enough?
Can my daughter still have
a good life?
And maybe... do something that matters, you know?
Something like what you're doing?
If Livvy's still here...
of course she can.
(monitor beeping steadily)
Hi, Livvy.
How do you feel, sweetie?
Okay, maybe.
I want to see my dad.
Your dad is working to help you get better.
I'm here with you.
When you can eat, we'll get tacos for you.
No cilantro, just like your daddy told us.
Does that sound good?
(helicopter whirring overhead)
-(muffled conversation) -(heart beating)
(breathing loudly)
(blood rushing)
(breathing hard)
INGRID: Sergeant!
WATSON: Your bandage is soaked.
I don't think the whipstitch is working.
-We need to get you into surgery. -Hey. Hey, uh...
-This is urgent. -How is she? How's Livvy?
She is stable, but she's very sick.
Dr. Derian checked her chromosomes
as part of the tests we ran.
She found significantly skewed X-inactivation.
It's like one of her X chromosomes just turned off.
What does that... what does that mean?
It opens up a whole new world of diagnosis.
Any condition which would typically
impact only males could be afflicting Livvy.
WATSON: We have a potential diagnosis for you, Sergeant.
X-linked immunodeficiency with magnesium defect,
Epstein-Barr virus infection and neoplasia.
XMEN disease.
It's a rare genetic condition.
Doctors have only known about it
for the past decade.
Livvy's chronically low magnesium,
her reaction to Epstein-Barr,
even her mother's lymphoma...
XMEN disease would explain all of it.
XMEN disease?
That does...
that doesn't sound real.
No, it's real.
Okay? There's a treatment for it.
We need to harvest T cells from her father.
If we can't do that, then Livvy doesn't have much hope.
Scott Morrison.
I thought I told you.
-I thought y'all talked to him. -Scott Morrison's blood type
is AB positive. Livvy's type O.
It's nearly impossible for Scott to be her father.
What?
(panting)
Then who... who the hell is it?
Who's Livvy's dad?
You are, Sergeant Fitzgerald.
You're Livvy's father.
-What? -WATSON: The cilantro was
what made me suspicious.
It tastes disgusting to both of you.
Like soap, you said.
Well, that's actually an inherited trait.
I took a tissue sample when I was stitching up your neck.
I compared your DNA to Livvy's DNA.
You're HLA compatible.
But I was never with Marla.
Are you... sure about that?
There was a night...
before I deployed, when she...
she came over, and we-we...
drank a lot of wine.
But I...
I can't remember.
WATSON: You are Livvy's father in every way.
Marla told Scott it was him so Livvy could have money.
She then sent Livvy to you so Livvy could have a father.
A real father. You.
-She needs T cells? -Yes.
And we need your blood to get them. This is urgent.
Okay? Now, we need to take you into surgery,
we need to fix that wound,
and we need to draw enough blood to save Livvy.
Okay...
How do-how do I... What...
I still...
Well, you're gonna have to take that off, Sergeant.
We're your doctors now. You're gonna have to trust us.
Call me Fitz.
* *
WATSON: Fitz, first we're gonna draw your blood.
And we're gonna take quite a bit.
We'll harvest your T cells from your blood.
That'll treat her current symptoms
of the Epstein-Barr virus.
Then I need to genetically engineer your cells in the lab.
Those cells will replace the genes
causing Livvy's XMEN disease.
She'll get an IV infusion.
Then we just have to see how she responds.
Daddy?
Do you feel okay?
Yeah.
Yeah, Olivia, I, uh...
I feel like I'm getting better.
Me, too.
-I'm getting better, too. -Yeah?
Watch this.
That sounds really good.
That makes me very happy.
Can I hold your hand a little bit?
Of course.
(exhales)
Boy, I love you.
You fill my heart with joy.
You fill my heart with joy, too.
Uh...
I have to go with Dr. Watson now.
He fixed us. Fixed both of us.
They said you fixed me, Dad.
Well, we...
we did it together,
sweetheart, we did it together.
Can you give your dad a hug, please?
(sighs)
MARY: It's over.
(sighs)
Livvy is okay.
John is taking her dad downstairs.
We can all go.
It's over.
You're gonna stop, right?
You're gonna stop sleeping with that guy, Beck?
Who says I'm sleeping with him?
I have met plenty of broken people.
I have never seen anything like that.
You're not safe around him.
He'll hurt you.
He'll hurt anybody.
I understand.
You're right.
(sighs)
Today sucked.
Let's go downstairs.
("Madness" by Muse playing)
* I *
* I can't get these memories *
* Out of my mind *
* And some kind of *
* Madness *
* Is starting to evolve *
* Ma-ma-ma-ma-ma-ma-ma-ma, mad, mad, mad *
-* Mm * -* Ma-ma-ma-ma-ma-ma-ma-ma *
* Mad, mad, mad *
* And I *
* I tried so hard *
* To let you go *
* But some kind of *
* Madness *
* Is swallowing me *
-* Whole * -* Ma-ma-ma-ma-ma-ma-ma *
-* Mad, mad, mad * -* Yeah *
* And now *
* I have finally *
* Seen the end *
* Finally seen the end *
* And I'm *
* Not expecting *
* You to care *
-* Expecting you to care * -* No *
* That I *
* Have finally *
-* Realized * -* Realized *
* I need your *
* Love... *
(song ends)
(sighs)
What are you doing up here?
Ah, didn't want you having to deal with the mess
in the morning, guv'nor.
You don't have to do all that. It's been a long day.
Should go home, Shinwell.
I can't go home, guv.
I'm too bloody angry.
I bumped into him.
The bomber.
On me way out with Dr. Croft.
And he gave me a bad feeling.
But I still left.
You helped us with this case, Shinwell.
Oh, guv...
You was in here with a bomb. Where was I?
Was out there.
Standing on the sidelines.
-Maybe if I'd stayed... -No, no,
there's no use with the "what-ifs."
Why don't you try the truth instead?
Today was... was awful. It was.
But a little girl is on her way to recovery.
And no one died.
I'm not sure, guv.
Scott Morrison's wife might still do him in.
Well, you can't win 'em all.
(both laugh)
Go home, Shinwell.
Tell you what, I'll take my leave when you do.
(typing)
(knocking at door)
What's the matter with you?
Why didn't you leave?
'Cause I wanted to help.
(short chuckle) Oh.
You wanted to help.
Yeah.
Didn't you see the clips?
I stood up to the bomber.
I'm a hero.
How'd it feel?
Putting your life on the line?
Taking the ultimate risk.
BECK: Felt like being alive.
(Ingrid chuckles quietly)
I wouldn't mind chasing that rush.
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