[machine beeping]
[doctors chattering]
[fabric stretches]
[machine beeping]
[ominous music]
[static crackles]
[scratching warble]
[machine beeps]
[static crackles]
[machine flatlines]
[rhythmic vocalizing]
[rhythmic blues music]
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
[lights buzzing]
[lights buzzing continues]
[lights buzzing continues]
[Agent] Will you
be joining us, sir?
No.
I have some unfinished
business to attend to.
[electronic beep]
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.
[machines beeping]
[anxious music]
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.
[Doctor] Here's his blood.
Christ.
Who do I have to k*ll to
get a g*dd*mn diagnosis?
We need solutions,
not f*cking 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.
[computer chimes]
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
g*dd*mn 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.
[electronic beep]
[tablet rings]
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 g*dd*mn drug addict.
It's your a*s 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.
[fan whirring]
[fan whirring continues]
[tense warbling tones]
[Tseng groans]
[Tseng's Voiceover] You
are probably wondering
how I got here.
Well, that makes
two of us. [laughs]
-[Interrogator]
-Wake up, Dr. Tseng.
We need your help.
[tense warbling tones]
[Tseng's Voiceover] 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.
[Interrogator] You were
once a brilliant doctor,
hailed as one of the
best in the field.
You speak as if you know me.
[Interrogator] 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.
[Interrogator] 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.
[door creaks] [anxious music]
[anxious music continues]
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.
[Interrogator] 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.
[anxious music]
[electronic beeps]
[footsteps clacking]
[tense rising drumbeat]
[fist thuds]
[Jorge speaks in
foreign language]
[Wolf speaks in
foreign language]
-Who the f*ck are you?
-[speaking foreign language]
[pills rattling]
[Jorge speaks in
foreign language]
I had nothing to do with
it, the Hammond Pass.
Shut the f*ck up.
[pills rattling]
Keep this, keep this.
Now,
Jorge,
Jorge,
Jorge.
[knife clacks]
[Wolf speaks in
foreign language]
Whom will I blame if
anything happens to Tseng?
[Wolf speaks in
foreign language]
If I see you here
one
more
time,
you know what happens, right?
Right?
I can't keep doing this.
[Tseng] Well,
well,
I didn't cheat on.
Maynovia
with a prost*tute. [lip smacks]
Ah. [laughs]
See you next week,
Jorge. [laughs]
[bag rustles]
[Tseng grunts]
[Tseng pants]
[anxious music]
[Tseng gulps]
[Tseng groans]
[anxious music]
[fan whirs]
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.
[anxious music]
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.
[machine beeps]
[electronic beep]
[computer chimes]
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.
[anxious music] [water sloshes]
[electronic beep]
[Tseng's Voiceover] 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 sh*thole?
It's not like he's happy here.
[footsteps clacking]
Here's your food and your mail.
[Tseng] Cheers.
If you want me to
stop visiting you,
all you need to do is ask.
-[Tseng's Voiceover]
-I do believe
he comes here in
order to t*rture me.
Two truths and a lie.
[anxious music]
[anxious music continues]
-[Tseng's Voiceover]
-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?
-[anxious music]
-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.
[sharp warbling tones]
[electricity crackles]
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
w*r 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?
[electronic beep]
[Interrogator] The
patient's fever is rising.
Time is running out.
So,
what causes
chronic fatigue syndrome?
Immigrant,
you tell me.
[fan whirs]
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.
[Liz] Yes.
[handcuffs clatter]
[warbling tones]
Palacinky, anyone?
-[Tseng's Voiceover]
-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.
[Tseng's Voiceover] 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.
[relaxed music]
It's not thalassemia.
Look at his blood work.
You are right as always.
Blood is normal with no
elevated ferritin levels.
Silly me.
[Liz giggles]
[Tseng's Voiceover] 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.
[warbling tones]
Can you handle that?
Sure.
Brucellosis, as the patient
has undulant fever. [thud]
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.
[handcuffs crank]
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.
[Tseng's Voiceover] 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. [Liz scoffs]
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.
[Tseng's Voiceover] All right.
All right.
Tell
me that
he's an idiot.
-Oh?
-[doctors laughing]
You're an idiot.
Patient has slightly
elevated ALand AST levels
and the CT scan only
shows mildly fatty liver,
most likely due to
heavy drinking.
-Cheers.
-Cheers. [echoes]
[fan whirs]
[handcuffs clattering]
Please.
[anxious music]
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.
[Interrogator] You banter
as the patient's
condition is worsening.
Dr. Tseng, what
is the diagnosis?
[Tseng] 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.
-[Interrogator]
-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.
-[Director] 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.
[electronic beeps]
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 g*dd*mn game,
Bobby Fischer?
Not afraid to lose, are you?
[Wolf] Check.
[fan whirs]
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? [laughs]
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. [laughs]
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 dumb-a*s, 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?
[hands clack]
I was a doctor in the w*r.
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 g*dd*mn circus.
[Wolf] 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.
[tense drumbeat]
[door creaks]
[Tseng laughs]
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.
[computer chimes]
Dr. Simon wants
to speak with you.
[Director] Put
him on the screen.
[Simon] 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.
[Tseng mock wails]
[Tseng laughs]
[Tseng's Voiceover] Okay,
okay, I really am not that mean.
But come on, I haven't had
this much fun in years.
-[Tseng laughs]
-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.
[Interrogator] 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!
[Tseng] 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, as*h*le.
-[water sloshes]
-What do we have here?
So beautiful.
It makes it so hard
not to fall again.
[water splashes]
[Tseng pants]
[anxious music]
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. [pants]
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. [laughs]
Ooh.
So what happened in your
medical career? [pants]
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
f*ck self, yes. [laughs]
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? [growls] [laughs]
Doctor Summa c*m
Laude, I ask again.
How many patients
died on your watch?
I see the guilt.
I see the guilt.
So no longer, [laughs]
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? [laughs]
No, selling used cars. [laughs]
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, [chuckles]
you have no job
and are currently
living with your mommy.
-[Tseng's Voiceover]
-Oh, bad mama joke.
Sorry.
Until recently, was living
with your mother. [pants]
Your mother is normal but
the trauma of your father
abandoning the family
has damaged you.
You're always trying
to make things perfect.
h*m*.
[electronic beep]
[anxious music]
[door creaks]
[anxious music]
-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.
[lighter clicks]
There is no phoenix
without fire.
And ash.
[anxious music]
[Tiffany sighs]
[Tiffany sighs]
[electronic beep]
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. [laughs]
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 f*ck out of here!
-[Liz claps]
-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.
[fist thuds]
-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?
[Interrogator] I want
what you can become
under the right circumstances.
Your idea of an intervention
is f*cking 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?
[Interrogator] 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.
[machines beeping]
[machines beeping continues]
The patient's fever
is spiking again.
Dr. Simon's inducing
a coma as we speak.
[Director] 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 k*lled as well?
k*ll Tseng.
Make his death serve as an
example to the other three.
k*lling 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.
[door creaks]
[Tseng pants]
[anxious music]
Who are you calling?
I thought you got
that phone for me?
Honestly, the only
friend I have left.
[operator speaks in
foreign language]
The number you are calling is-
[phone beeping]
[anxious music]
Greenfield, go over there.
Collect Agent Wolf,
end this farce.
[Operator 1] The
number you are calling
is unavailable at the moment.
Please call back later.
[Operator 2] The client you
have dialed is switched off.
Please try again later.
[tense rising music]
[jazzy tempo electronic music]
[jazzy tempo electronic
music continues]
[operator speaks in
foreign language]
My dear colleagues,
apparently not only the patient
is in Prague, but so are we.
[Tseng speaks in
foreign language]
[pulsing tempo electronic music]
[electronic chimes]
[pulsing tempo electronic music]
[pulsing tempo electronic
music continues]
[Tseng's Voiceover] Is
this the doctor's orders?
[revelers laughing]
You make me higher
You make me feel
like the rush
He's in Prague.
Not in Piazza.
-[Tseng's Voiceover]
-Are you my hotty nurse?
[up tempo ensemble rock music]
[electronic chimes]
[up tempo ensemble rock music]
[up tempo electronic music]
How would this b*stard know?
I didn't want to k*ll 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
[up tempo ensemble rock music]
[electronic chimes]
In the midnight air
In the midnight summer
In the midnight summer I saw
Yeah, yeah
[up tempo ensemble rock music]
Oh yeah
What I want
Oh no
Great, we have a
junkie in charge.
-[Tseng's Voiceover]
-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? [laughs]
[Tseng laughs]
-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?
[anxious ringing tones]
Well, I planted those
the day you were born.
[bottle clanks]
[anxious music]
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.
[fan whirs]
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.
[Tseng laughs]
Yes.
You are a dumb jock, aren't you?
What happens in Prague
[warbling tones]
Stays in Prague.
How did the patient
get chlamydia?
[Chris] You studied
medicine, so you should know.
[Greg] 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.
[electronic beep]
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.
[fan whirs]
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.
[Tseng] 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.
[Chris] Damn, this Irina girl.
[up tempo dance music]
She's hot.
Maybe they both got sick
but just she wasn't
affected as severely as him.
[tablet chimes]
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.
[tense warbling tone]
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? [chuckle]
[low, ominous tones]
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.
[Tseng] 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?"
[Liz] 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.
-[machines beeping]
Load him with 70
milligrams of ketamine
and start infusion of
two mcgs per kg per hour.
[respirator hissing]
[syringe squelching]
[ominous music]
[door clacks]
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? [chuckles]
Without me, this patient
is lost for sure.
[anxious music]
Don't say another f*cking word.
Piece of sh*t.
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.
[Tseng] 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.
[Liz scoffs]
[tense pulsing tones]
Grow up.
It was just a little tongue.
Does the patient
have his tonsils?
[Liz] Tonsils?
[Chris] 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. [laughs]
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.
[Liz] 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 c*m Laude.
-Challenge me.
-Challenge him.
Fine.
If it's not mononucleosis,
my money is on
Guillain-Barre syndrome.
Syndrome. [laughs]
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.
[machines beeping]
[anxious music]
Give it to him.
[anxious music]
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.
[door creaks]
[fingers snap]
[Tseng] What is it?
What is it?
Well,
it looks like I owe
you 1000 koruna.
Congratulations,
Mr. Tseng.
Ah [chuckles], 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. [tongue clicks]
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.
[Interrogator] Well done,
my good and faithful doctors.
You have earned your freedom.
[anxious music]
[anxious music continues]
[fan whirs]
[Tseng's Voiceover] I am
still unsure about these three.
But friend, foe or colleague,
it was entertaining.
[door creaks]
[door clacks]
What is it you want from me?
I want my son
back.
Looks like I'm out of moves.
Checkmate.
[tense electronic tones]
[no audio]
[glasses clink]
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?
[g*n clacks]
Lieutenant, let's go.
You wrap up here.
Greenfield.
[Wolf] Come on, beautiful.
f*ck you.
[Wolf laughs]
[footsteps clacking]
Excuse me.
[g*nsh*t booms]
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 b*llet?
It was Irina.
Irina.
[g*nsh*t booms]
[Greenfield] Just Irina?
[lighter clicks]
Joe's girlfriend.
We'll see.
[Tseng's Voiceover] 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.
[fan whirs]
[no audio]
[ship horn blares]
[birds cawing]
[phone chimes]
[machines beeping]
I never want to see him again.
[birds cawing]
[heels clacking]
Good morning.
Oh, Irina.
Why must my sister
always look like sl*t?
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?
[mid tempo dance music]
Do you miss him?
Shut up and don't embarrass me.
Ivan is here.
[footsteps thudding]
Kristina, Kristina.
[lips smooching]
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 wh*re,
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 f*ck.
[Ivan gurgles] [tense music]
[g*nshots booming]
[birds cawing]
[heels clack]
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.
[no audio]
[tense music]
[g*nsh*t booms]
Irina?
Irina!
[tense electronic music]
[tense electronic
music continues]
Orders?
Boss, orders?
Ivan is dead, but
he's served his purpose.
Have Kristina followed.
I want to see
where she takes us.
k*ll Irina.
Irina?
Why? She is pawn.
[box clatters]
[tense drumbeat]
True, she is just a pawn.
She's just another pawn.
[g*nsh*t booms]
[tense warbling music]
[tense warbling music continues]
Every pawn,
every pawn
has potential to become queen.
[lighter clicks]
Isolate the queen and
force her to move.
[ominous chanting]
[anxious tempo ensemble
electronic music]
[anxious tempo ensemble
electronic music continues]
[anxious tempo ensemble
electronic music continues]
[anxious tempo ensemble
electronic music continues]
[ominous chanting]
[anxious tempo ensemble
electronic music]
[anxious tempo ensemble
electronic music continues]
[anxious tempo ensemble
electronic music continues]
[anxious tempo ensemble
electronic music continues]
[ominous chanting]
[anxious tempo ensemble
electronic music]
[anxious tempo ensemble
electronic music continues]
[ominous warbling]
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Final Diagnosis (2025)
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