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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.

HOLMES: 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. (cell phone dings)

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.

REPORTER: 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.

(cell phone ringing)

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.

(sighs) 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.

(elevator dings)

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.

(alarm beeping) What's going on?

Something's happened!

(siren wailing)

DETECTIVE: We watched the elevator all the way down.

It never stopped.

They were alone in there.

How the hell did this happen?

WATSON: 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 quinceaГ±era

at the time of the shootings.

Joan?

It's time.

(sighs)

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.

BRACKEN: Pull her leash, Captain.

Keep her away from my client.

(door closes)

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?

(door opens)

(door closes)

ANDREW: 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.

GREGSON: Joan?

(door opens) 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.

BELL: 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.

GREGSON: 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.

(slowly flicks light switch on and off)

*

(clattering)

(distant whooshing)

(whooshing continues)

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.

(door closes)

Captain. (grunts)

Captain.

Holmes.

(indistinct conversation)

You coming in or what?

(clears throat)

(sighs)

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... (sighs)

I was thinking of no one but myself.

Must have been a day

that ended in "Y." (sighs)

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.

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?

(smacks lips) 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. BELL: 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? (scoffs)

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 rГ©sumГ©.

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.

BELL: 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 cafГ© 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.

(alarm chirps)

(engine starts)

Don't move. The police are on their way.

(shouts)

(panting)

Those were singlestick moves. How the hell do you know...

Singlestick.

You don't work for March.

You work for Sherlock.

(English accent): 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.

(elevator bell dings)

Going up?

(sighs)

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 protГ©gГ©e,

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.

(elevator bell dings)

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?

(grunts) 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.

(lock beeps and clicks)

I was afraid, Watson.

That's why I left.

I'd laid my hands on a small amount of heroin, and...

(sighs)

It was a test, you see.

A means to demonstrate how far I'd come.

Could I keep it close to me

without, uh...

(sighs)

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.

(chuckles) 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.

(shutter clicks)

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.

(shutter clicks)

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.

(sighs)

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.

(shutter clicks)

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.

(doorbell rings)

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?

KITTY: 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.

(sets bullet down)

(bullet clacks)

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...

voilГЎ.

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.

BELL: 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.

(phone ringing)

Hello.

ELANA: 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.

WATSON: 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.

WATSON: 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.

(doorbell rings)

Housewarming present.

There's little open at this hour.

What do you want?

Captain Gregson told me

of your crossing with Miss March.

She was right, of course.

The fingerprints were not a match for Kevin Elspeth's.

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...

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(birds singing)

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.

BELL: 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.

(door opens) (indistinct chatter)

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.

BELL: 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.

(doorbell rings) Kitty!

KITTY: Did you forget you handcuffed me

to a chair down here?

(quietly): 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.

KITTY: 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.

(door opens)

(door closes)

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