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Apparently the mayor's gonna
hinge his reelection campaign

on the renewed vigilance when it
comes to quality of life crimes,

so keep it in mind when you're
out there doing real work.

Captain?

Guy walked in,

said he needs to see
the man in charge.

Are you the lord here?

He keeps saying "lord."

I took it to mean "captain".

Tom Gregson.

Can I help you?

I am the knight.

I was dubbed.

Now I am the knight.

Okay.

That's why I had
to kill the queen.

You killed the queen?

It was my duty.

I had to kill her.

I had to.

Gun!
Sir!

It was my duty.
Hey!

If you pick up that gun,

this is gonna end
fast and ugly.

I'm the knight.

Holmes, stay back,
stay back!

I was dubbed.
Sir, I'm gonna ask you

one more time--
step away from that weapon.

Can I try something?

Try it fast.

The, uh, scarf on your wrist?

On your wrist. It...

It...

As I was saying, I noticed
the scarf straightaway.

This is an extremely compelling
story, Mr. Holmes,

but I asked
about the James Dylan case.

The incident you're describing

is connected to the murder
or Rada Hollingsworth.

Which is, in turn,
inextricably linked

to the tale of James Dylan.

If you would just answer
the question I asked you.

I am answering the question,

just more precisely
than you intended me to.

You cannot understand
one incident

without first
understanding the other.

As I was saying...

The scarf on your wrist--

was it a favor
from your lady?

Yes. Belonged
to my queen.

Then it must be

returned to her.

Knight's Code commands it, yeah?

You give it to me, I'll have
a squire bring it to her.

Here.

Allow me, sir.

Go down.

- Down!
- No!

Knight's Code?
What is that?

Uh, it's oral tradition.

The man's clearly
schizophrenic, but...

...his delusions are based on,
uh... on actual history.

In the Middle Ages,

a knight would often wear
a token from their beloved.

Usually an article
of clothing, a scarf.

Any thoughts where the queen
who gave it to him might be?

No, not just yet.

Give the man
a minute, will you?

He's a brave and brilliant
instrument of justice.

All we got to do
is stay out of his way,

and he'll lead us
right to the truth.

I got to throw a flag

on the play.

Now, I've known Tommy Gregson

a long time.

I'm guessing he didn't

actually say that.

He may have used different words
to make the same point.

Mr. Holmes,

do me a favor?

Spare us the flourishes.

You're under oath,
and that oath counts.

This is a real hearing
presided over by a real judge.

Of course,
Your Honor.

It is an administrative hearing.

This court represents
neither state nor federal law,

but rather the dictates of the

police department
of New York.

So, "real judge," while not
technically inaccurate,

seems like an overstatement.

By all means,

let's be 100% accurate.

I do only represent the police
department of New York.

We're here today
because you screwed up.

And the NYPD
has empowered me, as

a technically real judge,

to determine the magnitude
of said screw-up,

and to make a recommendation

as to whether or not
you and your partner can

continue your relationship
with the city.

Now, is that accurate

enough for you?

♪ Elementary 2x10 ♪
Tremors
Original Air Date on December 5, 2013

== sync, corrected by elderman ==
@elder_man

We're here today because of one
particular breach of protocol.

Alleged breach of protocol.
Alleged

breach of protocol.

I'm curious, though. Would
you say the incident is part

of a larger pattern?

Tommy.
Commissioner.

So how about it,
Mr. Holmes?

Is this all part
of a larger pattern?

I'm sorry.
I don't follow you.

Do you routinely
break the law

during the course
of your investigations?

Ah, not that I recall, no.

So you've never
broken the law?

Everyone breaks the law,
Ms. Walker.

Case in point.

You have been precisely
seven minutes early

for every meeting
we've ever had.

You arrange
your notebooks

exactly the same way each day.

You position a small photograph
of an eleventh-century bust

so that you can look at it
before you begin your work.

Are you suggesting that
someone as bound by routine

such as yourself
has never crossed

against the traffic lights
in order to keep to a schedule?

I'm not talking
about that kind of law-breaking.

So, some degree
of criminality is acceptable,

the rest is just
negotiating boundaries?

Answer the questions directly,
Mr. Holmes.

If you won't do it out
of respect for this institution,

do it for the officer
who's in the hospital

'cause of what happened here.

I have never broken the law
in a manner Ms. Walker suggests.

We have statements from
several officers saying

they have no idea how
you and your partner

get inside of
so many private homes

and businesses
when nobody's there.

They all think
you break in.

So, you didn't pick the lock
on Victor Nardin's apartment?

You didn't break into the
McTierney Brothers Mortuary?

A couple
of our officers even think

you've taught your partner
how to do it.

The officers who told you
those things are confused.

You're saying you didn't
enter those dwellings?

Because you used evidence
from inside those places.

No. Ms. Watson and I entered
those locations,

just not illegally.

I'm not sure I understand.

It was quite some time ago,
but if I remember correctly,

on most of those occasions,
the doors were open.

In New York City?

The front doors were open?

Not just unlocked,
but actually open?

I was surprised, as well.

In several other instances,

we thought
we heard cries for help.

They turned out
to be televisions

with the volume turned up.

So there's an
epidemic of people

leaving their TVs on?

Once we mistook the cries

of a small puppy
for a baby in distress.

Your Honor, allow me
to register my skepticism.

Registered,
but unless

you've got a witness
who can contradict Mr. Holmes'

testimony...
How could she?

Miss Watson and I were
the only ones present.

Oh, I'll be asking
Miss Watson what happened.

Excellent. That should
clear things up.

So, someone walked

into the eleventh precinct
with a shotgun.

This has something to do
with the James Dylan incident...

No, it has everything
to do with it.

Having disarmed
the knight,

we turned our attention

to establishing his identity
and that of the queen.

Does anyone ever call you
anything besides "The Knight"?

It was my duty
to kill the queen.

I-I was summoned to her lair

and told that only in death

would her soul be saved
from the demons.

Th-This lair--

do you have any idea
where it is?

It was my sworn duty.

This is going nowhere.

He's schizophrenic, in the
middle of a psychotic episode.

It's going to be days

and a lot of risperidone
before he starts making sense.

Not a time frame
that bodes well for the queen,

on the off chance
she is still alive.

Well, there's blood
in the treads of his boots.

Probably hers.

Two receipts, both
for early-morning coffee runs.

One at 6:27 a.m., one at 6:36,

both from the same bodega

on West 20th
and Fifth Avenue.

Well, maybe he lives
in the Flatiron district.

Along with hundreds
of thousands of other people.

Only one of them is
named Silas Cole.

I texted his picture
to a friend of mine

who works the psych
E.R. at Sanbridge.

She recognized him.

I set her free.

Captain, the man's name

is Silas Cole. He lives
in the Flatiron District.

We'll have an address
for you momentarily.

All right.

I'll get a warrant
for his place.

This does not fill me
with optimism for the queen.

Well, the figure on the
right is obviously Silas,

which would suggest

the queen is
a real person, as well.

Yeah, but how do we know
for sure that's the queen?

Yeah, I don't see any crown.

In the Middle Ages,
only royalty were allowed

to wear purple and ermine.

That is most certainly
Silas's queen.

And he did rather a good
job with the likeness.

Oh. So she was his girlfriend.

Seriously?
That guy's in no shape

to be dating anyone.

Well, you don't know
what he was like on his meds.

Silas and his
queen were together

till about six months
ago, I would venture.

These photographs-- all taken
over the last three years.

There are none

from last summer.
Hmm.

Maybe she's the one
who broke up with him.

Okay, look at this necklace.

Maybe he gave it to her
as a gift.

She gave it back to him
when they broke up.

Her name starts
with an "R".

There's a whole stack
of fashion magazines here.

Last year's issue...

Subscription mailing label's
addressed to Rada Hollingsworth.

She lives on 23rd.

So, Detective Bell

was actually the one
who identified Ms. Hollingsworth

as "The Queen."

A substantial contribution
to the case, wouldn't you say?

Yes. One of many he's made
during our work together.

Sounds like you regard him as
a real asset to the department.

Detective Bell is
several standard deviations

above the norm.

I've always regarded him
as such.

Your affection for the man
really shines through.

According

to your deposition,

when you got to
Rada Hollingsworth's apartment,

the door was wide open.

That's correct.

It was.

Ms. Hollingsworth?

Ms. Hollingsworth?

In here!

Looks like she's been dead
for a couple hours.

These must be Silas's
boot prints.

All right, I'm gonna call
the station.

Tell 'em to book Cole.

Don't.

You know, I'm not convinced that
Silas Cole killed this woman.

Sorry.

Silas Cole walked
into the station

holding a shotgun and confessed.

You were standing there
looking at his footprints,

and your first thought was he
didn't kill Rada Hollingsworth?

Not my first thought.

I tend to have thoughts
in rapid succession.

She'd been shot in the chest,
rib cage. Her heart...

had essentially
been obliterated.

The knight wouldn't do that.

Silas Cole said
he killed her

in order to save her soul.

In the Middle Ages,
the heart was not just a symbol

of romantic love.
It was the vessel for the soul.

So for him to shoot
her in her heart--

in the universe
of his delusions--

he would be sentencing her
to eternal damnation.

He wouldn't do that.
He loved her.

And the confession? The...

footprints?
Silas Cole

was acting
in diminished capacity.

He may well have believed he was
responsible, even if he wasn't.

As to the footprints,
there's no question

that he was in the apartment.

I just don't believe
he pulled the trigger.

Which means, of course,
someone else did.

Your Honor,
Ms. Watson is scheduled

to testify at this hearing.

- She can't be here.
- Excuse me, Your Honor,

I have an important message
for Captain Gregson.

His phone is off.

I would not
interrupt otherwise.

What's going on?

Mr. Holmes,
while you're

on the stand in my courtroom,

you will limit yourself
to testimony

relevant to
this case.

Do you understand?

Yep.

Thanks for texting, Gretchen.
What happened?

While I was repairing
the abdominal wall,

a blood clot formed
in the left ventricle.

I thought this was supposed
to be routine surgery.

We thought he was out of
the woods a few days ago, too.

There's no such thing
as "routine"

when you're recovering
from a gunshot to the abdomen.

What happened with the clot?

It got wedged in his right
subclavian artery.

Obstructed the blood flow
to his arm for about 30 minutes.

So what's the prognosis?

He might be fine.

Or...?

Or he may never regain
full use of the limb.

He's in recovery.

Tell me again...
why they wait until five days

after he got shot
to perform the operation.

They leave abdominal wounds
open for a while.

It helps reduce infection.

It's absolutely
standard procedure.

The timeline has nothing to do
with the clot.

He was still unconscious
when I left.

They'll know more
once he wakes up.

I'm gonna go back
to the hospital.

You should come
when this is over.

You haven't visited Bell
once since he was shot.

You asked me to grab you
when we're headed back in.

Thank you for the news.
Hey.

Wide open doors? Puppies?

I'm just saying what I need
to say to get us back to work.

Well, it's not just what you
say. It's how you say it.

You can hate
what's going on in there.

You can think
it's beneath you.

But if the judge knows
that you think that,

how is that good for you?

Be nice.

It's the smart play.

Did you put this
on my desk?

"At the head of all
understanding is realizing

"what is and what cannot be

and the consoling of what is
not in our power to change".

It's a lovely
sentiment.

First expressed by the 11th
century poet Solom ben Judah.

But you know that
'cause you've got a photograph

of ben Judah's bust
on your day planner.

So?

The saying is thought
to be an early derivation

of the Serenity Prayer,

which is commonly recited by...

recovering alcoholics
and drug addicts.

Is that why you
keep the photograph?

As a gentle reminder
of the prayer?

Is this some kind of threat?

No.

No, there's nothing on earth
that would make me reveal

a secret of that nature.

It's... it's just a-a...
tip of the cap,

you know?

From one obsessive to another.

Just an acknowledgment
that the world we live in

is so often too complicated
for the rules we make

to keep it orderly.

Ms. Walker,

ready when you are.

You heard about Marcus Bell's
complications, I take it.

Yes, of course.

I'm told they may have long-term
implications for his career.

In that light, I was wondering
if you feel any regret

about your methods in this case.
This is

a courtroom, Ms. Walker,
not a confessional.

Fair enough.

Let's turn back to the Rada
Hollingsworth investigation.

Yes, well, Captain Gregson did
not agree with my assessment

that Silas Cole was
innocent of her murder,

so Ms. Watson and I explored
other avenues on our own.

Ex-lovers, colleagues, a...

neighbor with designs
on Rada's apartment.

All of those, dead ends.

But in the course
of exploring Rada's life,

we learned that she was seeing
an oncologist

named Dr. Phineas Hobbs.

When had Ms. Hollingsworth
been diagnosed with cancer?

Seven months prior
to her murder.

Dr. Hobbs was administering
a stage one drug trial

- which Rada was enrolled in.
- I'm sorry. Rada didn't

say anything to me
about where she planned to go

when she left my office.

We tended to talk mostly
about her diagnosis.

I'm sure you understand.

She was
really responding

to the medication.
It was beautiful to watch.

I thought she might even go
into remission.

But, uh, I guess
her ex-boyfriend

had other ideas.
Rada told you

about her relationship with Silas?
Yes, she mentioned

that her former boyfriend
was schizophrenic.

She'd, uh, ask me for advice
about it sometimes.

I really
had no idea

how sick the man was
until he showed up here about...

about a week and a half
before she died.

He was ranting.

I thought about pursuing
a committal.

I should have.
Obviously.

Drug trials like yours are
expensive, are they not?

They're rarely
covered by insurance.

Rada Hollingsworth
was a teacher.

Have you any sense as to
how she paid for the study?

I know exactly
how she paid for it.

She cashed in her life insurance
for a viatical settlement.

A viatical settlement is a
repugnant, predatory arrangement

whereby a terminally ill patient

signs away their future
life insurance payment

in exchange
for a monthly cash advance.

The company or
individual making

those payments is essentially
betting that their client

will die before the payments
surpass the value of the policy.

In Ms. Hollingsworth's case,
the vulture circling overhead

was an employee of a company
called Helping Hands Viaticals.

That man's name was James Dylan.

The equation seems simple
enough. The longer she lived,

the less profit for you.
In fact, according to the terms

of employment of this place,
if she outlives the value

of her life insurance policy,

the money comes out of your
pocket. So it seems like...

you would have incentive
to want her gone.

Yeah, well, that doesn't mean
I killed her.

So where were you
the night she died?

Look, if you want to talk about this,
we can go somewhere else.

And if you're gonna grill me,
I want a lawyer there.

Right now, we got new leads in
from a nursing home,

and I got to hit the phones.

This place is a miserable warren
of cynicism and despair.

You'd think they'd have a hard time
holding on to their employees.

And yet the cubicles are full.

Some of your colleagues
even have diplomas on display.

So it seems in this economy,
your employers have no trouble

in attracting the overqualified.

Yeah. So?
So...

I was wondering if they know
that you're a convicted felon

who's spent time in prison.

- Who told you that?
- Seems like

a fair question.

How did you learn about
Mr. Dylan's criminal record?

When I learned that James Dylan
had sold Rada Hollingsworth

her viatical, I did some cursory
research into his background,

research his employers
had apparently neglected to do.

That's the beauty

of the Internet.

24/7 access to everything
from twerking kittens

to criminal records.

Mr. Dylan stated in a deposition
given from his hospital bed

that you discovered
that information from his phone.

Which you accessed
without a warrant.

Would it surprise you to learn
that James Dylan is lying?

Not necessarily.

But you do tend
to attract people who lie about

your illegal behavior.

Who told you that?

Why, you did.
That's my phone!

According to your outgoing
calls, you regularly contact

the same local number
several times a week.

It has a 477 prefix.

That's the same as our precinct.

It's a municipal number.
Yeah,

you stole this.
Your calendar says you have

a recurring commitment
every Tuesday.

Now, there's no heading
on that appointment,

so my first thought was weekly
Brazilian, but then I noticed

the address of the Tuesday
rendezvous. It's 202 Broadway,

which, as it turns out,
is the office

of the New York State Division
of Parole.

Okay.

Let's take this outside.

On the night

that Rada Hollingsworth
was murdered,

I was having a drink

at Sharkey's on
Gansevoort Street.

And your presence in a bar
is a violation of your parole.

Yeah, I got sent upstate
after a bar fight.

I got out of control and
I broke this guy's legs.

So on the particular night that
you're asking about, okay...

I had had a lousy day at
work. I mean, whatever,

they're all lousy, actually,
but on this particular day,

I just felt like having a
couple of drinks with a friend.

Okay, there's at least a
dozen people who can vouch.

I was nowhere near
Rada Hollingsworth.

We're gonna need names and numbers.
Okay, fine.

But please, don't tell
my parole officer.

James Dylan's

associates confirmed
that he had indeed been drinking

at the time
Rada Hollingsworth was killed,

so he was no longer a suspect.

You are aware, of course,

that it's a crime
to steal private property?

I stole no property.

Nor did I call
James Dylan's parole officer.

So,

our investigation was back
to square one.

Usually,
this means a distraction

of some sort is called for.

Interesting.

Hey, you never
came down to eat.

I had extra.

What gives?

Science-- the most potent
distraction of all.

Hey, I've been looking for that.

Um, and what are you trying
to distract yourself from?

Silas Cole said he was summoned

to Rada Hollingsworth's
apartment,

which makes me think that the
actual killer did the summoning.

Indeed, Silas received
a phone call

from a disposable cell phone

at 8:40 p.m.

8:40. That doesn't track.

Rada's neighbor thought

she heard a truck
backfiring at 7:35.

That had to be the shotgun blast

that killed her,
so, why would you

kill Rada at 7:35,
then wait over an hour

before calling Silas
to the scene?

Why, indeed.

I've been considering
Rada's autopsy.

Her blood potassium levels
were 22.4.

That's quite high, isn't it?

Not for a body
a few hours postmortem.

After you die, your cells start
leaking potassium

into the bloodstream.

So, the longer
you've been dead,

the higher your
potassium level.

Of course, if
you killed Rada,

then waited an hour
before calling Silas,

it could be because
you wanted the potassium

in her blood to build up.

Mm. And what would be
the purpose of that?

I don't know.

To conceal an already
elevated potassium level?

Potassium chloride
is an extremely effective way

of killing someone.

It does the heavy lifting
at most of your state-sanctioned

lethal injections.

It sounds crazy, but it would
explain the time gap.

And it would be easy
enough for us to figure out

if we're right. We just test
the vitreous fluid in her eyes.

It's not subject
to the postmortem

potassium build-up.

Of course,
it wasn't crazy at all.

The tests confirmed what
Watson and I had suspected.

Rada Hollingsworth was killed

with an overdose
of potassium chloride.

This discovery exonerated
Silas Cole,

who we had confirmed

was legitimately

delusional.

The murder was clearly
the result of careful planning,

and he was in no fit state to
carry out such methodical work.

You're smiling.

That is the first time

you have been anything
but irritated since we started.

Well, an innocent man was freed.

And what, in your opinion,
does this have to do

with what happened
to Detective Bell?

Whether one believes

that I have occasionally
broken the rules or not,

you cannot evaluate the work
that Watson and I do

without considering the good
that so often comes of it.

Whatever happened later,
it matters

that a mentally ill citizen
is not unjustly imprisoned

at the moment.

It has to matter...
to all of us.

Or we might as well just

dissolve this institution
and start again.

This is just
one instance.

There are many, many others.

All of which, by the way,

my partner and I donate
free of charge

to the city of New York, so...

I hardly think
this proceeding is

the appropriate response
to our work.

And what is
the appropriate response?

"Thank you" would be nice.

I'll make sure
Marcus Bell gets that message.

Well, Bell's stable.

They've decided to keep
him sedated overnight.

Less stress on his system.

And you're making
Yorkshire pudding.

Well spotted, Watson.

Most Americans mistake them
for muffins.

When I was younger, our
governess would enlist my help

in making Yorkshire pudding
for Sunday lunch,

and ever since then,
I've found making them

to have a calming effect.

Yeah, Gregson told me
about the hearing. What...?

I enjoy making
Yorkshire Pudding, Watson.

Not eating it.
It is absolutely revolting.

I could dig you one out
if you'd like to try it.

I'm good, thanks for asking...

after you threw them away.

Oh, you're upset with me.

You know, for a genius,
you can be a real nimrod.

You know that I have to
testify tomorrow, right?

Which means I get
to lie under oath

about puppies and-and
wide open doors and...

Shouldn't be a problem.
If we stick to our story,

there's nothing they can do.

Well, if you bothered to
come up with a better story,

it wouldn't be so obvious
that we were lying.

You're practically
daring them to fire us.

You think I'm letting my ego pay
too big a role in this affair?

This is not
about your ego.

I know that we color
outside the lines a lot,

but this time, Bell got shot.

Doesn't that give you pause
about how we do our jobs?

No.
Why not?

Why do we get to be
above the rules?

Because our methods work,

and I'm comfortable
that our actions are guided

by a morality which supersedes
any clumsy employee manual.

The danger
with rulebooks, Watson,

is that they offer the illusion

that leading a moral life
is a simple undertaking,

that the world exists
in black and white.

Welcome to the grays.

Miss Watson,

you and your partner
have often found yourselves

inside of crime scenes

and other places of interest
ahead of the police,

ahead of any kind of warrant.

Would you say
that's a fair assessment?

I'd say it's happened
on occasion.

How?

We've encountered
an unusual number of open doors.

Open doors.

I see.

Did you ever break into a place
to help out a puppy?

Once. Although we didn't realize

it was a puppy
until after we were inside.

And how did you
and your partner

learn about Mr. Dylan's
criminal record?

We looked into his background

while we were waiting
to talk to him.

Neither of you stole
Mr. Dylan's cell phone?

No.

So, you are committed
to the same version of events

as your partner?

No further questions.

Actually, I'd like
to ask a few questions.

You want to cross-examine

your own partner?
I am within my rights, Your Honor.

I'm acting as my own counsel.

Yeah. Yeah.

I'll be as brief as
I can, Your Honor.

Um...

After you and
your partner...

Uh, should I refer to myself
as "your partner,"

or should I refer to myself
in the first person?

Doesn't matter.

Great.

After you and your partner freed
Silas Cole,

how did you go about
finding the real killer?

Rada Hollingsworth died
of a potassium overdose.

Potassium chloride is something
that you can get online,

but to use it in the
way that the killer did,

you had to understand the
biochemistry of dying tissue.

That's why the killer waited
over an hour

before calling Silas Cole.

All of that suggested
we were looking for someone

with a medical
background.

Hmm. Rada Hollingsworth--
she was a cancer patient.

She was attended
by a virtual platoon

of medical professionals.

So, are you saying
that they were all suspects?

I'm saying that, when
we started looking,

none of them were.

We didn't have a motive,
so we went to the morgue.

You examined Rada
Hollingsworth's body

in an effort to find
an investigative bread crumb.

Yes.

But I should say,

"body" isn't really a
100% accurate way of putting it.

The remains

of Rada Hollingsworth's
internal organs.

Shredded by buckshot.

Then dissected by the M.E.

Then divvied up, organ by organ,
into their own bags.

Hmm. This is gonna get messy.

Shall we unpack?

Do you really want me to
describe everything in the bags?

Well, why don't you just skip
to the good bit?

Nothing unusual
with the liver.

Her heart-- pretty much
just a bunch of muscle fiber.

Hmm.

The killer must have put the
shotgun barrel right over it.

Now, do we think that
this was by chance,

or was the obliteration
of the heart intentional?

It seems like overkill,
literally.

I mean, she was already dead
from the potassium.

You'd only destroy the heart

if you were looking
to conceal something about it.

Hmm. And how
would we determine

whether the tissue was
healthy when she died?

Well, that's what
microscopes are for.

Hand me that box of slides.

Rada's cardiac tissue showed
clear signs

of dilated cardiomyopathy.

Her heart
was enlarged.

She would have started
to feel symptoms

of congestive heart failure.

Could her enlarged heart have
been a result of her cancer?

Not directly.

And everything
in her records looked normal

from a few months previous.

What, then, do you think
caused the change?

Well, it's not
unusual for it

to be a side effect

of certain chemotherapy drugs,

especially more aggressive
treatments.

Treatments such as the ones

Rada was receiving
on the drug trial

run by Dr. Phineas Hobbs?

The drug was in
stage one trials.

Typically, an experimental drug

becomes hugely profitable
once it gets to stage two.

We're talking
millions of dollars

that wouldn't have made it
into Dr. Hobbs' pockets

if anyone learned
about Rada's condition.

So, in other words, there,

buried within that bag of
posthumous slop, you found...

A motive.

I'm sorry. You told me you
had a few follow-up questions.

It sounds like I'm a suspect.

You most assuredly are.

Well, then, uh,
I'm getting a lawyer.

Aah! What the hell are you doing?
Hurts quite a bit, doesn't it?

I bet you've got a nasty be
under there.

That's the thing about shotguns.

If you don't know how
to brace them properly,

the kickback will get you
every time.

I hurt myself playing squash.

Once you dispatched Rada,

it was time
to put your patsy in play.

Well aware of Silas's delusions,
you telephoned him

- to come to the crime scene.
- We think you convinced him

he killed Rada.
Then you gave him the gun,

shoved some shotgun shells
in his pocket,

and then sent him on his way.

I'm sure you thought
he'd get gunned down.

- Either way, you were covered.
- Or at least you thought you were.

But the shotgun didn't just
kick back into your shoulder.

The trigger caught
your finger, as well.

Opened up a nasty little cut,
didn't it?

It's not the kind of thing
you'd notice

in the heat of committing
your very first murder.

But it drew enough blood
that some of it wound up

in the grooves
on the strike plates

of those shells
you put in Silas's pocket.

You wiped the shells
clean of prints.

You're a smart guy.

But those little grooves--
they're hard to get to.

We know the blood didn't come
from Silas or Rada.

This is a warrant
to compel a DNA test from you.

We can run the tests,
wait for the results, or

you can just
start talking now.

WATSON;
Dr. Hobbs confessed.

He's losing his medical license,

and he's going to jail
for a very long time.

Thank you, Doctor...
Thank you, Miss Watson.

A very great pleasure indeed.

Redirect?

Then what happened?

You mean with Dr. Hobbs?

No. I've seen enough
of your mutual

admiration society
for one day.

I'm talking about the reason
we are actually here.

The day you got Phineas Hobbs
to confess to murder.

What happened
when you were leaving work?

We were just heading out
of the station.

I'm not learning fencing
from you, Holmes.

Please stop asking me.
It's not fencing.

It is singlestick.
Well, whatever it is,

I'm sure it's fascinating,
but I'm not interested.

At all. Now, if you want to talk
about real sports,

like basketball...
You couldn't

keep your voice down, huh?

Mr. Dylan, it's business hours.
Shouldn't you be...

trolling a cancer ward looking
for prospective clients?

No, 'cause I don't have
that job anymore.

'Cause somebody overheard you
at work.

They heard you say
that I've been in jail.

They told my boss,
and he fired me.

Well, that would matter less
if you could actually sell...

What's the opposite
of ice to Eskimos?

Give the man a break.
He just lost his job.

Well, perhaps this is
an opportunity for you

to do something
a little less soul-sucking.

No, I won't be doing anything
because my boss

called my P.O.
and he violated me.

I'm going back to prison.

That's a
regrettable outcome.

Regrettable?

You ruined
my life, man.

You don't get to just walk away.

Gun!

one officer

and one suspect.

We need an EMT here ASAP.

No further questions.

Well, thank goodness
that's over.

Do you have any sense on
how the judge is leaning?

Guess we'll find out
in the morning.

Yeah.

I'm gonna head over
to see Bell right now.

All right, I'll see you
later at the brownstone.

Hey.

Hey.

How's it going?

All right.

I bumped into the
nurse on the way in.

She said that you have
some movement back in your arm.

Yeah, that might be a bit
of an understatement.

They said I, uh...

might get better.

In time, physical therapy can do
wonders with nerve damage.

I've seen it.

The, uh...

the department...

requires detectives
to carry a gun,

so...

what happens if I can't anymore?

What are his chances
of making a full recovery?

Well, he's young and healthy,
which is good,

but there's no way to tell
how much function he'll regain.

Practicing left-handed
is one way

to show you care
about what happened.

A better one would be
to visit him.

I'm well aware
of your feelings

on the matter,
even if your logic eludes me.

This is not about logic.
It's the right thing to do.

It would be an empty gesture.

Unlike you, I have
no medical insight to offer him.

And I can't imagine
my presence would be anything

more than an invasion
of his privacy.

I don't care if you lie in
court, but do not lie to me.

This is not
about Bell's privacy. This is

about your guilt.

Look, you're not directly
responsible for what happened--

that is on James Dylan.

But this time, your
fondness for blowing past

"bureaucratic
guidepost",

got a man you respect shot.

If I went, what would I say?
I've got nothing

to offer the man other
than a few banal bromides.

What makes you think
that's not enough?

This hearing has left me

no doubt that Sherlock
Holmes is a singular mind,

and the work that he's done
with Joan Watson has been

an asset to
the NYPD. Now,

that an officer was wounded
during the course of that work

is a highly regrettable outcome

but one that occurs
in law enforcement.

Another regrettable outcome
in law enforcement

is when officers decide
that they are

above the rules.

So in spite
of Mr. Holmes'

good intentions, he's
demonstrated amply

that he doesn't care
to control his actions.

As such, my recommendation
to the commissioner

will be that Mr. Holmes
and Ms. Watson be terminated

as consultants to the NYPD.

You needn't gloat.

It's unbecoming
of the good work that you did.

I'm not here to spike the ball.

I'm going to a meeting.

Seems like...
maybe you should come with me.

Boy, the Giants
sure do suck this year.

Commissioner.

I'm not watching
the Giants.

I know. Just felt like it needed

to be said.

I wanted to make sure they're
taking good care of you here.

The hearing ended today.
The judge recommended

that I end our arrangement
with Holmes and his partner.

It's just
a recommendation, though.

The decision's mine.

And I'll admit it...

I'm struggling with it.

Captain Gregson
pointed out that...

tossing Holmes opens
the department up to charges

of impropriety on every case
Holmes worked on.

That's a lot of closed cases
that could get opened up again.

Clearly, Holmes is a...
loose cannon.

But this time,
a first grade detective

got caught
in his crossfire.

Facing danger from a guy
on your own team...

can I really ask officers
to do that?

Wait, are you...

You're asking me
what you should do?

How could I not?

You've been working with the guy
for a long time,

and... you're the one
who caught a bullet.

I heard your hearing
didn't go too well.

Not well at all.

But the commissioner decided not

to accept the judge's
recommendation to terminate me.

So I'm staying on
as a consultant after all.

With a little, uh,
additional oversight.

Congratulations.

Any idea what changed his mind?

There's much
I should say to you.

Thanks.

For intervening
with James Dylan.

You may very well
have saved my life.

And, uh, I apologize.

I had James Dylan's name
before we went to see him.

I should have done
some proper research

before I helped myself
to his phone.

I should have been more discreet
when I was attempting

to loosen his tongue.

I could have provoked him less
outside the police station.

I could've...

There's any number of ways
that this could've turned out

other than the way it did.

I hate what happened to you.

And whatever role
I played in it.

That's why I've been avoiding
this visit.

So, the palsy in your hand...

I've done some research.

The clinic with the highest rate
of recovery is in Gstaad.

I've communicated
with the director,

and they would be happy
to take you on straightaway.

But if you'd rather stay
in New York,

their top physician
travels here frequently

and could consult
with local specialists.

All at no cost to you,
obviously.

Well, I'll just, uh...

I'll just leave you
with their card.

I feel good
about the doctors here.

These people are at the top
of their field...

Holmes, I don't want
a favor from you.

I'd rather not see you
around here.

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