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Previously on Elementary...

On the off chance
you haven't already

been contacted by Hemdale,
your son

left rehab
a little early this morning.

Mr. Holmes, did your father
tell you about me or not?

He made his conditions
quite clear.

I use, I wind up
on the street.

You consult for Castle
Automotive Systems,

do you not?
Nope, not anymore.

You got into a shouting match
with their lead designer

over his refusal to address
certain glitches

you'd identified,
and then you got sacked.

Are you my friend, Sherlock?

Yes, I'm your friend.

No, you're not.
You're an addict.

I'm your sponsor. That's it.

We were a good team.

I was a consumer of narcotics,

and you were someone with access
to pharmaceutical-grade product.

You don't call that a team?

What's that?
It's contact
information

for Hemdale
Rehabilitation Facility.

That's very nice of you.

I bear some
responsibility for you.

But mark my words,

if I do see you again,
make sure it's because

you're ready
to make reparations of your own.

I'm firing you.

What?
You're sacked.

You're terminated.

Unlike Castle,
I will not defame you.

But suffice it to say,
you're no longer my sponsor.

All right, what's
the guy's name on third base?

No, What's on second.

Who's on second?
Who's on first.

I don't know.
He's on third.

(audience laughs)
See what I mean?

I didn't even mention
the guy's name on third base!

Yes, you did.

All right, then who's
playing third base?

No, Who's on first.

I'm not asking you
what's on first!

What's on second.
Who's on second?

Who's on first.
I don't know.

He's third base...

You're not laughing.

Neither are you.

In truth, I am moved
nearly to tears.

"Who's on first?" is the most
perfect joke ever told.

I told you,
I grew up on these guys.

Channel 11 used to run
their movies every Sunday.

I also have the one
with Frankenstein's monster.

Can we just
watch this one?

The purpose of this exercise
was to prevent you

from torturing yourself.

Rhonda said
she might e-mail me tonight.

I can assure you, she will not.

Let's review the facts.

You were together
for two months.

She got a job in Vancouver.

And then she made it quite clear
she was not interested

in a long-distance relationship.

Everything's evidence to you.

What is existence

but the absorption of
and reaction to

the data
that the universe presents?

You can either grasp
these truths,

or you can misinterpret them

to your constant
and considerable agitation.

What base do you want
to talk about?!

Case in point.

Well, I appreciate
the distraction

and the philosophy, but...

I got an early day tomorrow.

Crazy client needs,
uh, an alarm

and a transmission,
so I should take off.

(grunting sigh)

You're going to e-mail her,
aren't you?

I don't know.

Third base.

You can nix
the popped corn, Watson.

Alfredo has departed.

Movie night is off?

Let's just say
the moment has passed.

(sighs) Did you guys get into
an argument or something?

Yes, he insisted

that his favorite professional
athlete was superior to mine.

I questioned his sanity, because
we're both ten years old.

I'm just saying, this
friendship thing is pretty new.

Well, the progression
from sponsorship

is going quite nicely,

but my only quibble
is that, for the moment,

I remain sponsor-free.

(microwave beeps)

But with any luck,
the issue should be

resolved in the morning.

Oh, are you
auditioning someone?

Alfredo says there's
a promising candidate

who attends a meeting
near his garage.

I changed my mind.

MAN:
I told you.

It's a mint-condition
1973 Charger SE.

Yes, I'm sure it was stolen.

By a guy named Alfredo Llamosa.

No Y, two Ls.

Fine, I'll be here.

You work here?

I do not.

But Alfredo's a
friend of mine.

Can I... can I help you?

Unless you know where
he went with my Charger,

no, you can't.

He was replacing your
transmission, was he not?

Perhaps he took it
out to test it.

Nah, I just bought
that car.

And I told him
under no circumstances

was anyone to drive it.

Tried calling him?

Five times.

Goes straight to voice mail.

(line rings)

(recorded):
You've reached Alfredo Llamosa.

Leave your name and number...
He left these doors open?

Did you hear the part
about me not being able

to get a hold
of him?

¶ ¶

WATSON:
Maybe he dropped it.

There's tread marks
on the back of it.

Someone put it
on the concrete

and stamped on it
quite deliberately.

You think he walked in
on a robbery?

Well, if he did,
where is he now?

Maybe the thief
hurt him,

put him in the trunk of the car
that he was working on,

and then drove away.

You're positing Alfredo is dead.

No, I-I don't want to...
There's no sign of a struggle.

There's no sign
the scene has been cleaned.

You're worried
he relapsed.

Something may have caused
him to destroy his own phone

and make off with
a client's car.

How did he seem
last night?

He recently parted
ways with a lover.

But other than that, he
seemed in fair spirits.

Then again, Alistair was in fair
spirits the last time I saw him.

He died of
an overdose.

I'd like to speak
to the captain,

explain my relationship
to Alfredo

and his recent problems with
Castle Automotive Systems.

You think maybe
they were involved.

He embarrassed them,

and they're the closest
thing he has to an enemy.

Where you gonna be?

Someone I need to talk to.

(doorbell rings)

Sherlock.

What brings you here?

Alfredo, actually.

Can you believe that was him?

I look at that picture
all the time.

I think about that little boy,

everything he has
in front of him.

I think, "If he only knew."

So when was the last
time you spoke to him?

Sunday. He came
to church with me.

Did he mention any problems
he was having?

If he was having any problems,
he didn't share them with me.

He was just being himself,

doing his work,
going to his meetings.

How are you doing?

Me?
Mm.

You okay?

Yeah.

I've been
in this situation before.

I've had this conversation
before.

Alfredo got high again.

Alfredo's going to prison again.

It hurts.

Every time,
it hurts, but...

I know what to do with it now.

Do you?

You-you seem quite certain
that if he is in trouble

that it's of his own making.

I'm not.

But if life with my son
has taught me one thing,

it's that you need to be ready
for anything.

If he did fall,

I don't want him dragging you
down with him.

He wouldn't
want it, either.

When you told me you wanted

to talk to me
about Alfredo Llamosa,

I thought it was
because the police

had finally actually

caught the guy
breaking into a car.

Instead, you accuse me
of hurting him?

It's not like you don't
have motive, Mr. Kopecky.

You were fired because
of Alfredo Llamosa.
Whoa.

Castle Automotive
didn't fire me.

We had a parting of the ways.
It was mutual.

We talked to some of your
ex-colleagues this morning.

They told us
that you were badmouthing

Alfredo to his other clients.

You said he was using drugs.

Do you know for a fact
he wasn't?

What we know is that there was
a string of car thefts.

All the cars

had Castle alarm systems
in them.

Someone was trying to make
the company look bad.

Someone? Are you serious?

We know you thought
it was Alfredo,

but you couldn't prove it.

Eventually,
it occurred to your bosses

that you might be the real
problem, so they let you go.

BELL:
Can you account

for your whereabouts
between the hours

of 8:00 last night
and 8:00 this morning?

Well, let's see. I guess I
was kidnapping and dismembering

a drug addict.
Mr. Kopecky.

No. He's the criminal, not me.

You want to ask me
any more questions,

you get my attorney
down here.

Maybe he can talk me out of

suing your asses.

WATSON:
So, after all that,

looks like the only thing

Neil Kopecky may be guilty of
is being an ass.

I take it that was
the captain who rang?

Kopecky's lawyer

finally got him
to give straight answers.

Turns out, after he got fired,

he had to move back in
with his parents.

They have
a security system there.

It showed he got home
at 6:00 last night

and didn't leave until
we called him this morning.

That only proves he wasn't
directly responsible.

I know. So I thought
you and I could pay him

a visit tomorrow,
you could see what you think.

Did the lab find any prints
on Alfredo's phone?

Just Alfredo's.

And the Dodge Charger?

It's still missing.

Oh, my God.

Is this Alfredo?

I've been reviewing his
prior criminal history

in the hopes that
it might yield another suspect.

What do you mean?
We know Alfredo

to be an expert car thief,

but when his addiction
made it difficult

to meet the technical
requirements of that work,

he turned to a more traditional

brand of crime.
He mugged someone.

Three someones, to be exact.

One man even ended up
in hospital.

Well, do you really think

it's one of these people
coming after him?

I mean, after all this time?

I'd be remiss if I didn't
consider the possibility.

Unfortunately, these records
only denote the crimes

for which Alfredo was caught.

For all we know, there
might be dozens more

that went undocumented.

How are you holding up?

Question of the day, that is.

(phone ringing)

Hello?

MAN:
Hey, old buddy. Guess who.

Oscar.

Long time no speak, huh?

How did you get this number?

I need your help, man.
It's my sister, Olivia.

I can't find her.
It's been a couple days now.

Go to the police.

I'm not someone
the cops take real serious.

Don't call this number again.

We can talk about Alfredo.
What?

Your buddy. Alfredo.

I hear he's been tough
to get a hold of.

What are you talking about?

What do you think
I'm talking about?

Listen to me very carefully,
Oscar.

If you know something
about Alfredo...

I know I'm the one who took him.

There's a diner at 191st Street
and Amsterdam.

I want you to meet me here.

You help me find my sister,

maybe you'll see Alfredo alive
again.

He actually went?

He didn't have a choice.

There's always a choice.

There's us.
We're his friends.

Look, Oscar taped this under
a mailbox near the brownstone.

Do you honestly think I
could've talked him out of it?

Llamosa's got to have,
what, 50 pounds on this guy?

At least.

So how did he get
Llamosa to go with him?

He said he borrowed a gun
from a friend.

So your partner not only
took off with a kidnapper,

he took off
with an armed kidnapper?

The gun doesn't work. At least,
that's what Oscar told Sherlock.

He said he was gonna trade it

for Sherlock's phone
once they met up.

And the reason
this guy's doing all this

is he wants Holmes
to help him find his sister?

Olivia. I don't know
anything else about him.

Neither does Sherlock.

But he doesn't think
that's who we should

be focusing our
attention on.

We know who took Llamosa now.

Sherlock said he's not worried
about Oscar. He can handle him.

Joan.
While Sherlock is with Oscar,
we can dig into him.

We can go to the
place where he squats,

talk to the people
that he knows.

There could be a trail
that leads directly to Alfredo.

Say there is. Say we find him.

How are we gonna let him know
his buddy's okay?

Sherlock said
he would figure it out.

He just wants us
to help Alfredo.

That's great.
We can do that.

But tell me this--
he gets into trouble,

who's gonna help him?

(slurps)
Mmm, mmm.

Mmm.

You want something?

Your sister--
you said you want to find her.

Me and Olivia,
we got a lot in common.

(chuckles)
H, for example.

She's an addict, then.

She's my baby sister.
Only 24.

We grew up
in the same house,

got smacked around
by the same guy.

She came
to see me last month.

Told me that she'd had a scare.
She wanted to get clean.

So I got her into rehab.
A couple days ago, she calls me,

says she's checking out.

Mmm. Mmm.

She's all better and she
doesn't need it anymore.

I told her to stay,
serve the whole sentence,

but she wouldn't listen.

So why have you gone
to such lengths to find her?

We fought. I told her
she was making a mistake.

She hung up on me.

And then I got to thinking.

You know, a junkie in this city,

well, that's a needle
in a haystack.

That's a job
for Sherlock Holmes.

So why didn't you ask me?

You remember the last time
we saw each other?

What was it you called me?

A sickening means
to a sickening end.

That sound like someone
you're gonna help?

You help me find Olivia,

get her back into rehab,
your buddy walks.

Alfredo's got nothing
to do with this.

So let him go,
and I'll find your sister.

No, Sherlock...

I'll even help you
evade arrest for kidnapping.

No...
I'll give you money.
What do you want?

No.

I didn't do this
so you could lie to me.

I did this
so you would find Olivia.

Oh, you want to hurt me?

Oh, man,
do you want to hurt me.

I'm fragile, Sherlock.
You know, I'm sick. I got hep C.

And you remember my bum ticker,
right? I got the endocarditis.

You could be rough with me,
but then I might die.

Then who's gonna tell you
where your friend is?

You know? Who's gonna save him
before he starves to death?

There are methods of torture

that even your pathetic frame
could endure.

Try me.

You said your sister called you.

She doesn't have a cell phone,
if that's what you're wondering.

Nothing your cop buddies
could track.

Doesn't have an apartment,
either.

Before the rehab,
she was living on the streets.

Right, then.

I suggest we begin our search
at her rehab facility.

I was thinking the same thing.

See if anyone there knows
where she was headed.

The name of the facility?

You're gonna laugh.

How long were you here?

A week?
A month?

A year?

I'm not really a fan
of sharing, Oscar.

I have no intention
of opening up now.

(chuckles,
sniffs)

Still.

It's got to bring back
memories, right?

For a guy like you
to come to a place like this...

(whistles)

...you must have
been in bad shape.

Am I to assume you chose Hemdale
because of my recommendation?

Not only your recommendation.

You paid for it.

You remember that standing
reservation that you left me?

(chuckles)

I made a few calls,
pretended to be your attorney.

Managed to convince
the brass here

that it was really
for an O. Rankin.

Olivia, not Oscar.

I didn't think you'd mind.

I knew the bills would
come to your daddy anyway.

(scoffs)

How is he,
by the way?

Still a billionaire?

(door opening)

HOLMES:
Kamala Ruger.

Hi. My name
is Sherlock Holmes.

I'm a consultant
with the police department.

Who let you in my room?

Uh, we sort of let ourselves in.
We need
your assistance.

You were,
until very recently,

sharing this room
with Olivia Rankin,

correct?

This is Olivia's
brother, Oscar.

She had a picture of you.

Did something happen to her?

Oscar hasn't been able
to get in touch

with Olivia for a few days.

We were wondering if she had
said anything to you

about where
she was planning on going.

You guys really break in here?

Ms. Hegler
at the front desk invokes

a rather rigid interpretation
of patient confidentiality.

So I thought
I'd wait here.

You could scream
and have us thrown out.

Or you could help Olivia reunite
with a family member who's just

trying
to help her.

Hegler's a bitch.

There's gonna be
a bed check soon.

We should go outside.

She was nice.
Easy to get along with.

I'm kind of a veteran
of the process,

so I could tell
she wasn't gonna make it.

She just
wasn't ready.

So can you tell us
where to find her or not?

When she told me
she was leaving, I tried

to talk her out of it,
but she said it was too late.

She already had
this friend coming

to pick her up. Uh... Beta.

Beta?
She used
to call him

Beta Ray in group.

Someone she used to
get high with.

Was there anything else?

That's all
I know.

I got to go.

I get caught,
they take away my TV privileges.

Good luck.

Thank you.

I'm gonna go out on a limb

and say
that Beta Ray is a street name.

I propose a brief suspension
of your rules.

Let me contact Watson.

She can search for it
in the NYPD database.

Sherlock, buddy,

what do you need a database for
when you got Oscar Rankin?

You're familiar with Beta Ray?

(scoffs)
Not just that.

I got a good idea
where to find him.

There was another set of works
in the medicine cabinet.

I found this taped
to the mirror.

Just no sign of Alfredo Llamosa.

No.

I find it hard to imagine
Oscar would've brought him here.

I mean, it's right
off a main road,

public stairwell.

Well... strange to see
Oscar looking so happy.

Actually, it's a little scary.

How's that?

Well, I've spent a lot of time
with addicts.

The ones who manage to hold
on to a sibling or a friend,

those relationships

take on so much importance.
Makes you wonder

how far he'd be willing to go
to find her.

Yeah. Exactly.

Huh.

What is it?

Blood?
I don't think so.

I just don't love
that it was in the garbage.

Well, if he used it
to hurt Alfredo,

why would he come back to
his apartment to get rid of it?

We are dealing
with a heroin addict.

Still don't know
if he's been here recently,

but I'm gonna bag this.

(rattling)

He has been here.

BELL:
'73 Dodge Charger.

He's not here.

But he probably was.
Looks like he was trying

to get out of here.

WATSON:
We should call in more police--

do an area search,

canvass the
neighborhood.

Maybe we'll
get lucky.

I'll call, but we'd
have to be real lucky.

Far as we know,
Oscar had this car for, what,

a good 12 hours
before he called you guys.

He could've stashed Alfredo
damn near anywhere.

Maybe not anywhere. I just
found this under the seat.

Dilby's?
It's a burger chain.

I've only ever seen
them in Long Island.

Look, the grease
is still fresh.

So sometime after
Oscar took Alfredo

but before he ditched
the car here,

he went to Long Island?
Why would he do that?

You implied you knew
where Beta Ray lived.

No, I said I knew where
we could find him.

So this is a heroin den?

(short chuckle)

Those are bad for people
in recovery, huh?

Sucks
to be you.

OSCAR:
Hey.

My buddy said
Olivia and Beta Ray

were here the other night.

Beta's supposed
to be back tonight.
When?

Tonight.

Because heroin addicts
have such reliable itineraries.

Looks like we're just
gonna have to wait it out.

Oh, yeah, those are
my buddy Mickey's.

He picks pockets.

Those are some
of his trophies.

Sit down, man.
Take a load off.

Relax.

Come on.

Hey, you remember
that Christmas?

You hadn't been in
New York very long.

You were all down in the
dumps about that chick.

Eileen.

No, uh,
was it Irene?

Either way, Christmas Eve.

I come to your place

to check up on
you, and you...

I find you all balled
up on the floor.

Yeah, sobbing.

Remember?

Not really.

I held you.

Yeah, man.

I promised
I'd take care of things.

Get you straight.
And I did.

I took you to a place
just like this.

I was good to
you, Sherlock.

I was your
friend.

You were a cancer to me,
Oscar, and I to you.

You should have seen him
at the garage this morning.

Alfredo.

Yeah.

He was... He was so nice.

You know, even with
a gun in his face,

he kept telling me to s...
You know, "Stay calm.

I don't want any trouble."

I get why you
like him.

But anyway...

May I remind you
we have business here.

Yeah, find
Beta Ray.

I told you what he looks like.

Shaved head,
spider tattoo right here.

Don't take off
on me, okay?

I wake up and you're
gone... (exhales)

I'd hate to
be Alfredo.

And compared to where he is,
this place is the Ritz.

(laughs softly)

BELL:
Okay, got him.

Opening them up now.

MAN: Mr. Folsom gave us
consent to search

the property.
Said he hadn't seen

or talked to Oscar Rankin
in two years.

I don't think you're gonna see
any hostages we missed

in the pictures, but this way,

you don't have to take
our word for it.

No, I'm sure
you're right.

We appreciate you
guys taking a look.

You got it.

We'll keep an eye out
for Rankin and Llamosa.

All right, thanks.

Police out on the island?

Suffolk County.

Oscar Rankin has an
uncle out in Wyandanch.

Clark Folsom.
Posted bail

for Oscar a couple times
in 2011, and his house

is about a mile from a Dilby's,
so it seemed like a good lead.

Rankin have any other
family out there?

He and his sister
grew up in that area,

but it doesn't look like
anyone else is still around.

A few of the guys have
been helping make calls.

Wake up all the Dilby's owners
and collect surveillance videos.

We were just gonna
see how they're doing.

(cell phone rings)

Oh, I'll be with you guys
in a minute.

Hello?

HOLMES:
Watson.

Hey. Tell me you're okay.

Still with Oscar, unfortunately.

He's resting at the moment.

What number
are you calling from?

Well, I didn't get
the owner's name.

She, too, is unconscious.

Where are you?

Fordham Heights.
Shooting gallery.

Sherlock.

We're awaiting
a friend of Olivia's.

How goes your search?

We found the car.

We think Oscar
drove it to Long Island,

possibly to stash Alfredo,
but beyond that...

I may be able to better
focus your efforts.

There are some stains
on Oscar's coat.

Most of those stains
are transmission fluid.

But there's also some powder--
the kind of dust

which is created
when you cut stone.

Marble or granite, most likely.

WATSON: If the fluid
is from Alfredo's garage,

that means Oscar hasn't changed
his clothes today.

The dust might be from
wherever he left Alfredo.

Could be a construction site

or a quarry
or a tile warehouse.

I'll let Marcus
and the captain know.

We'll get people out
to any places that match.

Keep me apprised of any
developments via text.

I think maybe
you should come in.

No.

If Oscar thinks that taking you

to a shooting gallery is

gonna help you
find his sister,

he's not just deranged,
he's an idiot.

He's also the only person

who knows for certain
where Alfredo is.

Sherlock...

Yes, triggers abound here.

So do all the other trappings
of the heroin lifestyle.

I'm no closer to using
than I was yesterday.

Be in touch.

Hey.

Wake up.

What is this?
Is Beta Ray here?

No.

Then what is it?

We're leaving.

I told you--
we go when I say we go.

This belongs to Jonathan Bloom.

See how clean it is compared to
the others hanging over there?

That's because he was
here two nights ago.

Same night your sister was
here. Your friend Mickey

just confessed to relieving him
of his wallet.

So?

So I'm familiar with Mr. Bloom,

or at least the rumors
surrounding him.

It's possible Olivia
left with him.

If she did, we haven't got

a second to lose.

You guys don't
look like cops.

As I explained to your doorman,
I'm a consultant for the NYPD.

This man... consults me.

Well, come in, tell me
what I'm alleged to have done

this time.

You don't really seem
too surprised to see us.

I've grown accustomed to a
certain baseline of harassment

when it comes to the police.

But my patience
is not without its limits,

so ask what you're here to ask
and let me get back to bed.

Mm. I, myself, have, uh, been
aware of your reputation

for a few years now. Yeah.

I followed your
story in the news.

Something tells me
I shouldn't be flattered.

I've not been tracking
your business triumphs.

I've been following
your other stories.

Those persistent rumors
surrounding your proclivities.

That you like young women
who can't fight back.

Women that you hand-pick from
nightclubs and drug dens,

who do what you want
in exchange for a fix, you know.

Women who, on one or two
occasions, have just...

never been seen again.

Then you must also know

that those rumors
have never been proven.

There's a
conspicuous lack

of security cameras
in your building.

I'm assuming it's because
the owner-- you--

wants it that way.

I think it's time
you explained why you're here.

A young woman,
Olivia Rankin...

went missing two nights ago
from a heroin den

where you were seen.

You lost this there.

She's not here.
Nobody is.

(exhales)

Well, obviously that's mine.

But I can't say
I've seen the girl.

Look, I don't know
where I lost that,

but come on, I certainly
wasn't in some heroin den.

(yells, groans)

Olivia Rankin!
Tell us everything.

I met her in a building
in Fordham Heights

the night before last.

You brought her here?

Yes, but she
robbed me.

She's the one who-who
messed up my arm.

Explain that.

I thought she was
up for a party.

You assaulted her?

No, she attacked me.

She fought back.
She took my stash

and some loose
money and ran.

I called the doorman
to try to stop her,

but it was too late--
he'd already put her in a car.

Aah! It was a service.

I'll tell them to
give you the name.

(indistinct
police radio chatter)

Every available cop

for 20 miles, Nassau and Suffolk
PDs has been searching.

Construction sites,
tile stores, hardware stores.

We are running out
of places to look.

I'm thinking maybe we should
go have a conversation

with Oscar's uncle ourselves,
see if we can shake

something out of him
the other guys missed.

Hey.

Don't even go there.

I'm not. It's just...

That photo of Alfredo
that Oscar left us--

it only proved he was
alive yesterday morning.

If Oscar didn't

leave him somewhere safe,
if he wasn't careful...

We can't come at it that way.
Not yet.

But like I was saying, we could
pay a visit to the uncle--

Folsom--
apply a little more pressure.

Headstone engravers.

That's another place
where they cut marble.

There's a lot of them on
this part of the island.

There's a lot of
cemeteries out here.

You know, those photos
from his uncle's house...

There was a jacket
draped over a chair.

"South Shore."

"South Shore Memorials."

(Oscar scoffs)

You sure that driver
didn't just rip us off?

This is where
he said he brought her.

No reason to lie.

Uh, $50 fare's a
pretty good reason.

If that was the case, he could
have taken us much further.

We know from Bloom
that her pockets were full

of freshly stolen,
high-grade heroin.

Perhaps she just wanted a safe,
dry place to sample the goods.

You know there might be
more addicts in there, right?

More people using.

What's your point?

Oh, this doesn't
bother you?

The shooting gallery
last night?

(chuckles)

Seeing everything
that you saw?

Wow. You're, like... what,
you're, like, cured now?

That's one of the dumbest things
I've ever heard you say,

and I've known you a long time.

(sniffing)

What?

Wait here.
Why?

Just do as I say.

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What is it?
What's wrong?

(train cars chugging on tracks)

So what was all this about?

What was the purpose?

What are you
talking about, purpose?

Well, Olivia's dead.

She has been
for two days.

You've known

the entire time.
What?

I found your boot prints.

Army surplus,
size nine and a half.

It's the same
tread pattern you left

when you stamped
on Alfredo's phone.

You found Olivia yourself.

Then you took Alfredo,

and then you called me
and you asked for my help.

And I'd like to know why.

I didn't tell you
how Olivia got hooked, right?

She dropped out of high school,
ran away to the city.

Just like her big brother.

Yeah, she crashed with me.

Pretty soon, my bad habits
became her bad habits.

She called me right after she
left that Bloom guy's place.

She told me what happened.

That she took all his stuff.

She was all shook up.

But it's funny, you know?

'Cause when I found her,
all I could think about was you.

Your voice in my head...

saying all that stuff
you always say about me.

That I'm despicable, I'm dumb.

That I'm a piece
of garbage.

Well, and you're right.

Again.

And it made me want to show you
that I'm right about you, too.

I knew, if I made you look
for her, you'd find her.

But first, you'd have to go
through what she went through,

see what she saw,
go down the same dark holes.

And I was gonna be there
to watch,

watch it when it hit you.

When you realize
that this is where you belong.

In a place
like this, Sherlock.

With people like me.

I was gonna be there
to watch you fall.

Why do you keep
fighting it, huh?

Why put yourself through this?

We both know
it's just a matter of time,

so why not just

cut to the chase?

You're gonna tell me
where Alfredo is.

Why? Why, 'cause he's
your buddy now, huh?

He's your pal?

No, because he has...

nothing to do with this.

No, he does, Sherlock.

But he doesn't have to.

Oh, you didn't fall last night,

so now I just have
to give you a little push.

Old man who owned the place
passed away a few months ago.

Family didn't want to be in
the headstone business anymore.

I think they're still
looking for a buyer.

Your perp's uncle, Folsom,
worked here for 30 years.

Oscar must have known
about this place.

Seems like a pretty good place
to hide a hostage to me.

Let's go though the property,
top to bottom.

(indistinct radio transmission)

OSCAR:
Oh, I know what
you're thinking.

But don't worry.

It's good stuff.

It's from the stash
Olivia took off Bloom.

Same stuff that killed her.

Well, obviously,
I don't want you

to take as much as she did.

The whole point of this
is that you remember.

How you got here,
who brought you.

Oh, there's
that look again.

The one that says,
"What bones should I break,

and in what order?"

Well, you can try it,

but as soon as you touch me,
I'm done talking.

I'll never tell you
how to find Alfredo.

And he'll die, just
like Olivia died.

It'll be your fault
this time, not mine.

MAN:
Back here! I think
I hear someone!

Pop the lock.

Alfredo.

It's like an oven in here.

Somebody get a bus!

He's probably dehydrated.

We need a bus forthwith
to South Shore Memorials.

1,000 block
of Route 109.

African-American male,

mid-30s, suffering
from severe dehydration.

Alfredo, you're gonna
be okay, all right?

I'm gonna get him
some water.

I'll let Sherlock know
he's okay.

All right. Gonna get you
out of here, okay?

Stay with me.

(phone buzzing)

What is that? Hey.

I said no phones.

Hey, I said no phones!

(Oscar grunting)

(panting)

(sniffs)

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(phone ringing)

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Hey.

Just wanted to see
how you were doing.

It's been three days.

I thought you might
be ready to talk.

Something you need to know.

Your father called.

I don't know how,

but he found out
about what happened.

He's getting on a plane.

He's gonna be here tomorrow.