SASHA: 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.
-(phone chimes) -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. -(elevator bell dings)
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... -(elevator bell dings)
Not for long.
SASHA: 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. -WATSON: I'm so sorry, Cora.
I'm almost done, okay, sweetie?
SHELLY: You're hurting her.
I have to do an examination, Miss Davis.
SHELLY: 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.
LAILA: Just you and Abby at home?
You two ever go anywhere fun?
SHELLY: Of course they do.
They go to Lake Erie, Kennywood, all kinds of places.
We go to Lake Erie, Kennywood, other places.
WATSON: Mm...
So what about school? Do you like it there?
SHELLY: 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. -(phone buzzing)
SHELLY: Is it okay if we talk outside?
SHELLY: Look, I'm sorry. I don't...
have the paper trail you're looking for.
(sighs) 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?
SHELLY: 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. (chuckles softly)
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.
(phone chimes)
(sighs)
SASHA: I have a mother.
I have someone I'll always call Mom,
so I'm not sure where that leaves you and me exactly.
(laptop chimes)
SASHA: When I think about where I came from and where I am now,
it's obvious that we live in a world of miracles.
* *
(sighs)
-(typing) -BECK: 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,
(sighs)
SASHA: 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. (sighs) It's just,
Stephens gets to see Dr. Ferry,
even though he has depression.
That's like the Candy Land of mental health issues.
-(scoffs) 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.
WATSON: 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. -MARY: 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.
WATSON: 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?
LESTRADE: 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.
LESTRADE: 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? -WATSON: 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?
MARY: 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? -MARY: 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... (sighs)
-...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.
SASHA: 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?
(scoffs)
I'm trying.
I had something that got me close to okay.
And it's gone now.
So...
What is that?
ADAM: That, my friend, is called Jell-O.
And I was a kid once, so I know it's delicious.
-You were a kid? -ADAM: Sure was.
CORA: It's green.
And why does it wiggle?
-Nobody knows. -SASHA: 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.
-SASHA: How's the cookie? -Real good.
(Sasha laughs)
-It's so bright outside. -SASHA: 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? -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.
INGRID: 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. -ADAM: Hey.
You're not cute, and you're not funny.
-Stay on task. -ADAM: 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.
ADAM: 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. -INGRID: True.
Equally true? You all just saw it.
WATSON: Okay, let's do some genetic testing for XP.
-(phone buzzes) -SASHA: 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?
WATSON: 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.
(sighs)
HOLMES: 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.
CORA: My mommy said the sun was dangerous.
-I should've listened to her. -LAILA: 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.
WATSON: 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?
SASHA: 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.
-(knock on door) -BRENDA: 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.
(sighs)
(scoffs)
They're not here.
Nobody's here.
Obviously. (sighs)
(chuckles softly)
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...
(sighs)
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.
SASHA: I know. I know.
SHELLY: Shh. Don't make any noise.
(door closes in distance)
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.
ADAM: 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.
-(chuckles) -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.
HOLMES: Without me, do you think you're enough?
Can you be everything you were meant to be?
SASHA: 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.
(knock at door)
Wearing a shirt. That's not like you.
(Beck scoffs)
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.
(sighs)
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.
(exhales)
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?
(Beck typing)
(footsteps approaching)
(indistinct P.A. announcement)
NURSE: Doctor, would you mind giving us a moment?
I need to wake the patient
to change these dressings.
-Of course. -(typing on phone)
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.
* *
-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!
WATSON: 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. -WATSON: I know.
It's gonna be okay.
I know.
It's okay.
It's gonna be okay.
(crying)
WATSON: It's gonna be okay.
(sighs)
WATSON: 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? -STEPHENS: 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.
-(knock on wall) -POLICE OFFICER: Abby Davis?
(knock on wall)
(indistinct radio chatter)
Hello?
Abby Davis?
Anybody in there?
Hey, sweetie.
You're safe.
Don't worry. I'm gonna get you out of here.
(indistinct radio chatter)
-Hold up. -My name is Dr. John Watson.
I work in conjunction
with Detective Lestrade in the Pittsburgh PD.
-(Abby screaming) -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?
-(Abby screaming) -WATSON: 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.
-(sighs) -You okay?
Yeah. It's been a long week.
I miss you.
BRENDA: 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. (sighs) 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?
INGRID: 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... -ADAM: Psoralen.
Which, when consumed in mass quantities...
Can cause hypersensitive epidermal reactions
when exposed to UV light.
SASHA: 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? -INGRID: Wait.
I mean, that's it?
What's the solution?
WATSON: 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.
SASHA: 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.
(sighs)
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... -(gasps)
She sent it. M-My birth mother sent the picture.
She did?
INGRID: 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.
STEPHENS: I see it.
She does look like you.
LAILA: They're gonna be happy.
Cora and Abby, they'll sleep better tonight.
I'm so glad we did this.
(sighs) 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.
HOLMES: Seems like now or never, my friend.
Go on. Tell her.
-You're supposed to be gone. -What? John!
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