Previously on Elementary...
How much heroin is that?
Oh, it's enough.
You said you, uh, you had
something you wished to discuss.
I'm moving out.
Of? The brownstone.
I-I need to get my own place. It's time.
For the sake of our partnership...
stay.
We will work this out.
I know we will.
I-I would like to see the apartment
as soon as possible.
Yes, one person.
Several days ago,
Mr. Sherrington made me an offer of employment.
He thought I could be of great assistance to MI6.
Was he acting on orders?
The offer came from me.
Well, in that case,
I'd very much like to take you up on it.
Joan, you look amazing.
One of these days, you're gonna have to tell me your secret.
You know there's no secret, Elana.
It's about living right.
Making smart decisions.
You changed your hair.
Yeah.
Do you like it?
Kind of needed a change.
Of course you did.
New look for a new life, right? Mm.
I mean, you're running a narcotics cartel now.
You have to look your best.
How long have we known each other now, Joan?
Six months? Let's see.
It would've been a few days after... your husband
was assassinated by members of the Otero cartel.
Right before you took over the business.
So, yes!
Six months sounds about right.
I know how crazy this is making you.
Trying to convince everyone
I'm some sort of mastermind?
But it's fiction.
I know a few cops.
I'll bet you do.
And they are telling me
that you are embarrassing yourself.
I don't know.
I just think it's sad, that's all.
Oh. Well, then you'll be glad to know
that I finally figured it out.
I understand how the cartel is running now.
You forced all of your husband's key lieutenants out
and replaced them with women.
The one person you didn't replace was a man
who everyone thought was doing your books.
Isidro Beltran.
But then I realized the only reason
you kept him there was as a figurehead.
A distraction.
The actual bookkeeper is a woman named Karen Lloyd,
who lives in Connecticut.
She comes into the city every few weeks to, uh,
organize the cartel's finances.
Right now, she's staying
at a penthouse that you own on 57th Street.
That's the real reason I asked you to lunch.
I wanted you and your squad
of bodyguards away from there
so that my colleagues could pick her up without
any trouble.
According to this text I just received,
she's already talking deal.
Elana March.
You're under arrest.
You have the right to remain silent
and to refuse to answer questions.
This was the scene
when alleged “Country Club Capa”
Elana March was arrested last month.
Today, her legal dream team added yet another member.
But sources at the D.A.'s office...
Maybe I should come back later?
Oh. Sorry. It was a previous case.
So, your disappearing custom marble tile.
I reviewed your security footage.
I went back a few weeks from before the tiles were stolen.
And I noticed
the palettes under these boxes
are perfectly level.
No buckling at all, which means
they're carrying no weight.
The tiles weren't stolen because they never existed.
Danny.
Yes, your brother faked the orders.
And filled your warehouse with empty boxes.
He skimmed the money. He has a gambling problem.
Mm. I have to take this.
So, here's the full report.
And your bill. Yeah.
Don't kill him.
Just get him help, okay?
Thanks.
Hey, Marcus.
Is everything okay?
There's about to be a murder.
I'm gonna kill our star witness.
Karen wants to go over courthouse security... again.
Well, you told her that I went over
everything personally, right?
I told her. She's still freaking out.
I got to get her to the preliminary hearing.
But she won't leave until she's convinced
the courtroom is going to be safe. I hate to ask,
but can you come down here and hold her hand?
Yeah. I'll be right over.
Oh.
Uh, sorry. I, um,
I was gonna knock. I...
Have you seen a lizard?
Excuse me?
I'm Andrew Mittal.
Uh, Doug's brother, 6D.
Oh! He cooks with a lot of garlic
and plays a lot of Call of Duty?
Yeah, Doug's a-a primate.
But I'm-I'm house-sitting for him and I appear
to have misplaced his bearded dragon,
which is not good for anybody.
Um, well, I haven't seen it and I have a meeting.
But...
Ah, there he is.
How did you know he'd be in here?
I didn't.
But the pipes get warm and reptiles
like warm places, so...
I have a turtle.
Oh. Hey.
If there's anything I can do to thank you...
No. I really have to go.
But, um, you know what?
Here's my card if he goes missing again.
I'm really good at finding things.
There's nothing to worry about, Karen.
We're gonna keep you safe.
I'm sorry.
I sound like a crazy woman. No.
What you sound like is someone who understands how dangerous
Elana March is. Now, the good news is
you're not the only one.
Well, thank you for coming down here.
It's no trouble.
But we should get you to the courthouse.
We don't want to keep the judge waiting.
Palmer to all units.
The package is on its way.
So, I'll wrap up here and meet you at the courthouse.
You'll be there, too, right?
Yes, of course.
I know. That woman.
She's gonna ask me to adopt her, isn't she?
You've had worse roommates.
Well, yeah.
Six months and still no word, huh?
I'm sure MI6 is keeping him busy.
What's going on?
Something's happened!
We watched the elevator all the way down.
It never stopped.
They were alone in there.
How the hell did this happen?
♪ Elementary 3x01 ♪ Enough Nemesis to Go Around Original Air Date on September 30, 2014
== sync, corrected by elderman == @elder_man
Okay. For the 10,000th time, Karen Lloyd and Palmer
enter the elevator alone on the 21st floor.
The car makes no stops and arrives in the garage
31 seconds later, the exact amount of time
the manufacturer said it would take.
But the doors open, and both
Palmer and Lloyd have been shot.
The shooter had to have come in
through the access panel in the ceiling.
Only the panel has a built-in mechanism that prevents it
from opening when the elevator is in motion.
Yeah, but obviously somebody got on that elevator car.
Ballistics said the shooter was level with his victims.
Which means that our guy didn't just open the panel and fire.
He actually lowered himself into the car.
When you called last night, you said you might have a new lead.
Guy named Sosa?
Yeah, Romero.
He'd done this kind of work for Elana's husband before.
I heard rumors that she pulled him
back into the organization.
But as it turns out, he was at his niece's quinceañera
at the time of the shootings.
Joan?
It's time.
We have been more than forthcoming
in this investigation, Captain.
In fact, we have been very generous.
But we called this meeting because now there is
a pattern of harassment.
Ms. Bracken, as long as your client
remains a person of interest
in the murder of Karen Lloyd
and one of my men, we will investigate
any and all possibilities.
It isn't harassment.
These were taken in front of my daughter's school.
This one, this one
and this one.
If you don't like the word “harassment”"
maybe “stalking”, is a better fit.
Pull her leash, Captain.
Keep her away from my client.
I-I can't protect you if you pull stunts like this.
One of the other mothers at the school
is involved in March's business.
I am sure of it.
I thought they were talking shop on the grounds.
Oh.
You know the real reason she brought
those photos today, right?
She wants you to know that she's got eyes on you.
That she can get to you.
Watch your back, okay?
Hey.
Hey!
You know you're late.
I have to be back at the station
in 45 minutes.
The guys at Giancarlo's are artists.
You think they care about our schedules?
Besides, I tried calling you twice.
My phone never rang.
It figures.
Park's between two towers.
It's a total dead zone.
Not for her it isn't.
You know, just give me a second.
Excuse me?
I think you and I have a mutual friend.
Her name is Elana.
She pays people to take pictures of me sometimes.
Babe, I'm gonna have to call you back.
What's your problem?
My problem is that I don't like being followed.
Your problem is that I know what you look like now.
You're nuts.
Joan?
Hey.
I don't want to get your hopes up, but someone wrote in
with a tip on the hotel murders.
A guy named Montcliffe Ekuban.
He says we ought to be looking at a guest who checked in
as “John Mason”"
Our tipster says his real name
is Kevin Elspeth, who is, get this--
“the subject of persistent rumors in my native Germany.
“There are whispers he is a high-end assassin.
“If true, it cannot be a coincidence that he was
staying at the hotel when Karen Lloyd was killed.”
“If true,” being the operative phrase there.
Well, I almost filed that directly in the crazy pile,
but then I figured...
We're nowhere after two months
and we're getting desperate.
Well, that Elspeth is local...
easy to run down.
What is it?
Uh... it's just the name.
What, Elspeth?
No, Montcliffe Ekuban.
I know it from someplace.
You can take the helmet off.
Watson.
I apologize if the helmet gave you a scare.
It's an Isolator, invented in 1925,
to encourage focus and concentration by...
I didn't come here to talk about
some stupid helmet, okay?
I came here, because I realized
that you were the one
who tipped Gregson off to Kevin Elspeth today.
Montcliffe and Ekuban...
they were criminologists
during the Victorian era.
You had me read their books
when you were training me.
You were supposed to make
that connection.
I wanted you to see it for
the olive branch that it was--
I expected it-- what I did not expect...
was you coming here.
I had planned a more...
formal announcement of my arrival...
in New York, but... now that you're here...
I don't care that you're back.
I don't care why you're back.
I just want you to stay out of my case.
The case that, until today, had failed to connect
Kevin Elspeth to the murders of a protected witness
and a New York City Police Detective?
I first learned of Elspeth while investigating
a separate murder in Germany in 2007.
I was unable to prove that
he was the culprit, but...
I'm quite convinced he has committed
multiple assassinations.
The alias he used here
in New York, “John Mason,”
it refers to the perpetrator
of the infamous “Mystic Massacre”
of the Pequot Indians.
I found a number of similar aliases...
all staying in cities where exotic murders occurred
and all referencing a notorious figure.
“John Herod,” was in Paris
when a hedge fund manager was killed.
“John Bathory...” If Elspeth had anything
to do with what happened..
I would've gotten to him myself.
Are you worried I plan to take the credit?
I'm disappointed, Watson.
I warned you repeatedly
over the course of our partnership...
There is no partnership!
You ended it in that note
you left me eight months ago.
The one that was five whole sentences long.
I concede the note was a mistake.
I should have bid my farewells in person.
Yes, you should have.
But the truth is, you were right...
I didn't need you anymore.
I still don't.
Captain.
Holmes.
You coming in or what?
You look well, Captain.
Very well.
It saddens me, of course, to realize that your efforts
to resurrect your marriage were for naught.
Well, I see you've found someone else?
A fair-haired lady.
Athletic, approximately five-foot-nine.
Tell me you didn't come here
to do parlor tricks.
I came here to apologize.
I owed you and Detective Bell
a proper good-bye before I left.
It was a difficult time,
it was...
I was thinking of no one but myself.
Must have been a day
that ended in “Y.”
How are things at MI6?
The other reason I'm here--
no longer with them...
creative differences...
I'm afraid.
You got fired
and now you want your old job back.
I do not lack for other opportunities,
I assure you.
But I have a certain comfort level here.
And a good deal to make up for;
my exit was the very opposite
of professional.
You think I was mad at you,
because you didn't come give me a hug
before you went back to London?
We're not friends.
I like you--
I want good things for you...
but our relationship...
it's a means to an end
as much to me as it is to you.
We just never said that
out loud before.
Which is a good thing,
because it makes it easier
for me to say,
“You want to come back?
“Sure.
“You want to leave again?
That's fine, too.”
But the work
needs to be exceptional.
I'm very grateful, Captain.
Well, don't thank me yet.
It isn't up to me.
It's up to Joan.
She's done a hell of a job
since you've been gone.
And if she were to leave
because of some decision I made,
let's just say,
that wouldn't be as easy to hack.
I understand;
I'll have another conversation with her.
In the meantime, I'd like to take this opportunity
to apprise you of an adjustment I have made
with regards to my practice.
Should we resume our collaboration...
it will affect you as much as it will Watson.
According to the hotel's register,
that is “John Mason.”
He bares a striking resemblance
to you, Mr. Elspeth.
Why'd you check in under an alias?
I suppose you have me dead to rights,
so...
I confess.
I went there to hire an escort.
If that's just you looking for a date;
why all the luggage?
I'm a marketing consultant...
sometimes when I'm immersed in a project,
I'll hole up in a hotel for a week or two;
helps me focus.
The girls help, too.
It's not the sort of thing you want
coming to light, so...
So you're careful--
maybe not careful enough.
You were John Herod in Paris, John Bathory in Tangier,
John Dillinger in Kyoto. All notorious Johns.
It's my sense of humor. What's this about?
Prostitution isn't even illegal in some of these places.
- Murder is. - There was
an elaborate assassination in every one of those cities
within days of you arriving.
A judge here, a politician there, a couple of executives.
Anyone for a price, right?
You have me confused with someone. Don't expect us to believe
that this is a coincidence.
Two days after you checked in to this hotel,
you added a state's witness and a cop to your résumé.
You're referring to Karen Lloyd.
I heard about it on the news.
We're gonna tie you to one of these hits.
Now, until then, you've got a window of opportunity.
We want Elana March.
You come clean about how she hired you to kill
Karen Lloyd, and we'll put you with a D.A.
who will appreciate your cooperation.
You've got more leverage to cut a deal now
than you ever will again.
Is that all?
That's all.
Then I thank you,
and I wish you Godspeed in your investigation.
I'm sure it'll clear my name.
Well, whoever Montcliffe Ekuban is, I'd like to buy him a beer.
Kevin Elspeth is suspicious as hell. He's cocky, too.
He's gotten away with murder before.
Yeah, well, I'm about to head back to the office.
Japan's gonna wake up. I want to see if he left a trace in Kyoto.
You want a ride? No, I'm headed uptown.
There's a café across from March's office.
I'm gonna camp out, see if he reaches out in person.
All right. My advice? Cut 'em a wide berth.
Don't move. The police are on their way.
Those were singlestick moves. How the hell do you know...
Singlestick.
You don't work for March.
You work for Sherlock.
I don't work for anyone.
I'm his new partner.
Tell me exactly what you said.
I told her I was your partner.
So you lied to her.
Did I?
What else?
Nothing.
She wasn't the least bit curious
as to why you were following her?
Yeah, of course she was.
I told her it was none of her damn business.
Look, I'm sorry, okay?
But she hit me, and I just...
I could not have been clearer
last night.
I told you that any and all surveillance
of Watson was to cease immediately.
I was bored.
You went to get the power turned back on.
Can you blame me for being just a little bit curious?
Yes, I can.
She's the original model.
The one you never shut up about.
You didn't think I'd want to see
what she's got that I don't?
What she has
is two years of training.
Two years of doing exactly what I said.
I told you before we left London,
I have plans here for both of us.
Do you remember our plans?
I'm sorry, okay?
Don't be sorry.
Be better.
Earlier I had you organize these writing samples
in decreasing order of the authors'
potential sexual deviancy.
Do it again.
Going up?
Is this what you call “staying out of my case”?
Watson, try to understand. A detective comes across
only so many locked room mysteries
during the course of their career.
I myself have only ever encountered seven.
Ah, only seven.
You've obviously come to examine the scene of the crime.
Knowing you, it's some sort of ritual.
Sorry, no.
Stairs are just over there.
Thank you.
Perhaps together we can find something
which escaped you on a previous occasion.
You want to ride the elevator, ride the elevator.
I'm here to look at the room Kevin Elspeth stayed in.
She's not my partner.
She's my protégée,
as you once were.
Are you talking about the psychopath
who attacked me with a baton yesterday,
the one who has been stalking me?
Yeah, about the stalking...
Wait, is this the part where you tell me
that it was on your orders?
Wow, I never would have figured that out.
I had to determine how you'd fared in my absence.
I wanted to know exactly how much to apologize for.
Over the course of the last week, however,
it's become clear that you've done remarkably well.
“Last week”? That woman has been following me for a week?
I'm torn, really.
I'm proud of her surveillance.
I'm disappointed in your failure to detect it.
Well, you're not my teacher anymore,
so I don't care how you feel about anything I'm doing.
So please, for the last time, butt out.
I was afraid, Watson.
That's why I left.
I'd laid my hands on a small amount of heroin, and...
It was a test, you see.
A means to demonstrate how far I'd come.
Could I keep it close to me
without, uh...
And then you announced you were leaving,
and, uh, I got angry.
'Cause I knew immediately I would fail.
I resented you, Watson,
when I should've resented myself.
So I ran away.
From you, from the brownstone
and from the drugs I kept there.
Because of course there are no drugs in London.
It was a new challenge.
A new test.
And in the event I failed,
it would not be right in front of you.
It was good.
My sobriety remained intact.
And I came to a series of realizations.
First and foremost, that it was wrong
to make you the face of my problem.
Secondly,
that the experience I'd had with you,
the one that had kept me focused and grounded,
could be replicated.
I'm a mentor, Watson.
I'm-I'm a teacher.
It struck me like a thunderbolt.
I realized it wasn't you I was afraid of losing,
not really.
It was our relationship.
The mechanics of it.
The give and the take.
So I realized I could do it again.
So you dug up that girl.
Kitty.
I got into a baton fight with someone named Kitty.
Short for Kathryn, but...
Kitty is her strong preference, so...
Obviously, no mere coincidence
that Kevin Elspeth reserved a room
with a wall adjacent to the lift shaft.
Obviously, but surveillance video from the hall
showed that he never left his room
the morning Karen Lloyd was shot.
He didn't shoot through the walls.
The bullets which killed her and Detective Palmer
were fired towards this room,
not away from it.
Not to mention the fact
that the police cleared this place
floor by floor.
I'm sure they would've noticed four holes in the wall.
If I was still your mentor,
I would remind you how helpful it can be
to study a crime scene from alternate perspectives,
but... Pretty sure
he wasn't sitting on the shower bench
when he murdered two people.
The captain is open to taking me back.
He's even supportive
of my efforts with Kitty.
You are, after all, powerful proof
of my ability to train others
in the art of detection.
There is, uh, one condition.
He'll only assent with your blessing.
I'm glad that you figured so many things out.
I am, but I've got
a lot of work to do.
Hi.
You should know I have a stun gun,
just in case.
Sherlock sent me a text.
Actually, he sent me nine texts.
He said I should come.
Yeah, I know.
He solved your case for you.
Karen Lloyd. Detective Palmer.
For the last two months, you've been asking yourself
how a killer was able to enter a moving elevator,
shoot two people and then flee the scene
without leaving a trace in mere moments.
The answer is, he did no such thing.
Kitty said you have a theory?
Actually, I said
you solved it.
More accurate to say that we solved it.
Your line of inquiry, while misdirected,
was essential. What is it you think
you're onto?
A most novel modus operandi.
Kitty wanted to know why a practiced assassin
like Kevin Elspeth would use
armor-piercing bullets such as these
in such tight quarters.
The likelihood that his targets would don bulletproof vests
whilst still in the hotel was... remote.
And with the element of surprise,
it would have been just as easy to aim between their eyes.
Steel-core bullets are incredibly lethal.
I think it's safe to assume that
he wanted to be sure that the targets would die.
If that were all he wanted, he only had to fire more bullets,
of any caliber.
And so it occurred to me
he used these, 'cause they're the only type
of rounds which are magnetic.
What is that?
It's an electromagnet.
Albeit, a rather... puny one.
Only about one one-hundredth as powerful as the device
that Kevin Elspeth assembled in his hotel room.
Please note, this model is not to scale.
The murder magnet-- likely a 20-Tesla unit--
would have been just about as big as a keg of beer.
Nobody heard gunfire.
We thought he used a silencer.
Earlier today, I noticed some very faint grooves
between the paneling in the side of the elevator.
I've come to realize that they were made
when Elspeth jammed four already-expended slugs...
into the wall, just so.
Then he sat back, and he monitored the radio chatter
of Ms. Lloyd's protective detail.
When he heard she was on the move, he flipped a switch,
and...
voilá.
Two dead targets...
and every appearance of a shooting.
This is impressive.
But is there any way to prove it?
No.
It was, literally, the perfect crime.
Then why do you look so happy?
Because while this crime is perfect,
the one that preceded it...
was not.
Mm... you think the killer used a magnet?
It would explain a lot--
like why there was so little gunshot residue
found at the scene.
The bullets were shot from a gun,
just not that day-- that day they were pulled
through the victims.
It would also explain why one of the bullets
missed completely.
'Cause it wasn't aimed; it was only positioned--
at a height that would hit Karen Lloyd between the chest
and the head, just like the other three.
I didn't do it.
You don't have a shred of proof that I did.
And I think my lawyer's gonna have something to say about this harassment.
What's this?
You said we didn't have a shred of proof.
That's not quite right.
Ten days before Ms. Lloyd
and Mr. Palmer got on that elevator,
a 20-Tesla magnet was stolen from a lab at Rutgers University.
On his way out, the thief crossed with a security guard
and beat him half to death.
Guy almost bled out.
The thing about blood, it's almost as good as ink
at taking fingerprints.
The assailant left a clean impression
of his thumb and three of his fingers.
We were wondering if they'll be a match for yours.
Now, if you don't want to get your hands dirty, that's okay.
Shouldn't be hard to pull any of the dozen or so prints
you've left since you walked in this room.
I'm not a killer.
If you want to speak to me again, contact my attorney.
Hello.
It's me, Joan. Elana.
A few months ago, you were kind enough
to take me to lunch.
I was wondering if I could return the favor.
What do you want, Elana?
You talked to a man today about a theft.
Obviously, you heard from Kevin Elspeth.
I'm sorry, that name's not familiar.
The crime, on the other hand...
An acquaintance of mine was the culprit.
A man by the name of Romero Sosa.
The same Romero Sosa
who used to work for your husband.
Did he?
Well, in the event that any fingerprints were taken,
I strongly suggest
that you compare them to Mr. Sosa's,
not this Mr.... I'm sorry,
what did you say his name was again?
Elspeth would only kill Karen Lloyd
if you supplied him with the right equipment.
Sosa stole the magnet,
Elspeth used it to pull off the hit.
So the prints we got from Elspeth today
aren't going to match the ones from the scene.
I'm just trying to give you a tip.
Anonymously and off the record.
Where is Sosa now?
We've fallen out of touch.
So you had him killed.
His body's probably at the bottom of the ocean.
You're so negative, Joan.
Karen was negative.
Look where it got her.
I really thought you'd be there.
With her, in the end.
In fact, I'm amazed
you weren't in that elevator.
I mean...
what if the person behind it
was counting on you being there?
Well, I guess that person
would've been pretty disappointed.
I don't think she's the type
to stay disappointed for very long.
Housewarming present.
There's little open at this hour.
What do you want?
Captain Gregson told me you're crossing with Miss Marsh.
She is right, of course.
Fingerprints are not a match with Kevin Elspeth.
May I come in?
Kevin Elspeth?
Yes, that's him checking in.
You said the electromagnet
was like a keg,
but he didn't have any luggage that size or shape.
Hmm. Obviously, he...
He brought it in in pieces, I know.
Well, he'd have to.
A 20-Tesla magnet weighs a little more than one ton.
A ton?
Romero Sosa
would've needed help when he stole it.
So Captain Gregson is dispatching a team to Rutgers
tomorrow morning.
They'll search for evidence
which might help identify additional parties.
You could've sent me a text.
Hmm.
I know what it's like to be frustrated
in pursuit of a nemesis.
There were times when, amongst your other functions,
you served as a kind of “sounding board” for me,
so I thought perhaps I could
return the favor. No.
You decided we weren't partners.
So I learned to work without you.
It's what I'm used to now.
Well, should you change your mind...
I think I'm ready for another.
It's got to be 5:00 somewhere, right?
Joan.
And you brought your friend.
You have great taste.
Real estate, horses, hit men.
I was so focused on what happened
in that elevator,
I never stopped to think about what happened next.
Imagine you're Kevin Elspeth.
You just killed two people in cold blood.
Now, police are flooding into the hotel.
They're checking the rooms, blocking exits,
and you want out.
Problem is, you have
a 2,000-pound magnet with you.
Pretty hard to explain. So what do you do?
Hmm, I don't know.
Can I fly in this absurd hypothetical?
No, but you're clever.
Clever enough to have smuggled pieces of your murder weapon
into the hotel in your luggage.
Others you had shipped there in boxes.
Only now, the job's done,
but the murder weapon is too heavy to move quickly.
The hotel lobby cameras
have Elspeth coming and going.
But the thing is,
his bags look a lot heavier checking in
than checking out.
We confirmed that he didn't send
any packages from the hotel.
He left the magnet in his room.
I was planning on going riding today,
so if you want to talk more about your theories,
I suggest you consult my attorneys.
We found it.
There are only so many places you could
stash something that size.
The bench in the shower was perfect.
When it was over, all he had to do was replace the top
of the bench. He did a good job, too.
But the thing is,
if you really study every inch of a crime scene,
sometimes you notice things you weren't even looking for.
Like where the grout
is a little whiter because it's new.
Kevin Elspeth was careful not to get his prints
on the magnet. We know, because
he buried disposable gloves-- like these--
right in there with it.
Now, he didn't consider the possibility
we could be pull his prints from inside the gloves themselves.
And I suppose he told you
exactly what you wanted to hear.
Well, you're under arrest.
I wonder if this...
Mr. Elspeth will still be alive
by the time I go to trial.
Well, yes and no.
Kevin Elspeth doesn't exist anymore.
He entered Federal Witness Protection this morning.
You're never gonna find this one, Elana.
You have the right to remain silent
and refuse to answer questions.
Anything you do say may be used against you
in a court of law.
Kitty!
Did you forget you handcuffed me
to a chair down here?
You should've freed yourself minutes ago.
Watson.
Can I come in?
Mm.
Place looks good.
Does it?
I wanted to let you know that, uh...
Elana March has been brought to justice.
Again. Yeah.
Saw it on the news.
You are to be commended, Watson.
If not for your doggedness... I told
Captain Gregson I was okay with you coming back to the precinct.
I'm even okay with, uh, Kitty.
Well, I'm...
I'm very glad to hear that.
We're still not partners.
We'll work on our own cases, of course,
but if you ever need a consultation
or fresh eyes on something-- whatever--
I'm-I'm available.
As I am to you.
I wanted to ask you one thing.
Why are you here?
I live here.
No, not the brownstone.
New York.
London didn't work out, but I know you.
You could've gone anywhere.
So why here?
Isn't it obvious?
I belong here.
As do you.
Watson.
Sherlock told me the news.
I'm grateful.
I think I'm gonna learn a lot.
You're welcome.
You threw away a lot to take up with Sherlock.
A whole other career.
It's made me wonder...
What happened to you?
Why would you take him up on his offer?
I guess I didn't see it as throwing anything away.
I saw it as
moving towards something.
What about you? What happened to you?
Oh, it's like you said, I suppose.
I'm moving towards something.
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