Elementary (2012–…): Season 1, Episode 12 - M. - full transcript

ANNOUNCER [OVER TV]:
Here's Owens, the Welshman.

Nice piece of skill to get past Neep.

Still Owens,
heading towards the penalty area.

Wide it goes to Marwick.

Marwick with it.
Touch inside to Williams.

Williams with a lovely kick
to the back post. It's in the net!

A scorching header from Mountroy,

and Manchester United
are back on top

2- 1 here as Arsenal again
caught ball-watch...

[TV CLICKS OFF]

[GRUNTING]

MAN [MUFFLED]:
No. No. No!

No!

No. No. No!

No! No!

Don't do it.
I'll give you anything you want.

[BUZZING]

WATSON:
What are bees doing in here?

HOLMES:
Buzzing.

No. I mean, why aren't they on the roof
with the others?

I'm seeing how the indoor temperature
suits them.

Our six weeks together
are very nearly up, Watson.

In a matter of days,
your room will be vacant.

I'm very seriously considering
turning it into one large apiary.

Finally, the space
will serve a purpose.

Hmm. You say the nicest things.

The end of our companionship
is actually what I wanted

- to talk to you about.
- Do tell.

Well, when I'm wrapping up
with a client,

- I like to carry out exit protocols.
- Sounds ominous.

No, we just need
to carve out a time to talk.

It's time I told you. You place
far too much emphasis on talking.

Most of what we humans
have to say to one another

is communicated haptically.

When I think of the many thousands
of words that you yourself have wasted

during your time here...

We'll go to dinner,
we'll talk, verbally, haptically.

I think the whole point
is to reflect on your progress.

Reflection is for mirrors.
Can't you hand me a report card?

I am working on a final assessment,
but that is for your father.

Right, because he's the one
paying you exorbitant fees.

Actually, my fees are the opposite
of exorbitant.

He'll put it on his fridge
with his colorful magnets.

Oh, no, wait. He doesn't have
any magnets, or interest in me.

[CELL PHONE RINGING]

Captain Gregson,
how may I be of assistance?

The owner of the house is a CPA
by the name of lan Vickers.

We're pretty sure
he's also the victim.

By "pretty sure," you mean...

I mean, there's no body.

Just blood.

WATSON:
This is all from one person?

Well, we pulled some hairs
out of a comb in his bathroom

to check the DNA,
so, yeah, for now.

Vickers' secretary
dropped off some files,

and found the place like this.

Hard to like his chances,
given all this.

Hey. You okay?

So aside from the blood,
the scene is clean.

No footprints, no witnesses,
no nothing.

Whoever did this, we don't know
the first thing about him.

He's tall.

- I beg your pardon?
- He's tall.

Strong too.

He'd have to be
to hang his victims from a hook.

Hook's gone now,
but it was at one point attached

to a tripod device
of the killer's own design.

He assembled it
after he incapacitated Vickers,

hung him upside down,
slit his throat.

Gravity and the beats of his heart drove
every ounce of blood from his body.

GREGSON:
A tripod device?

Here. It's from one of the legs.

There are two more groove marks
inside the perimeter of the blood,

there and there.

After he'd completely drained Vickers,
he dismantled the device,

taking it and the exsanguinated corpse
of his victim with him.

How the hell did you deduce all that
from this pool of blood?

I didn't deduce anything, actually.

I've stalked this
particular madman before.

In London.

M. A simple moniker
for a complicated monster.

He is, without question,
the most sinister taker of lives

I have ever had the displeasure
of pursuing.

He's been active
since January, 2002.

During the last ten years,
he has tallied a body count of 37.

His image has never been captured.

He is methodical.
He is as efficient as he is clean.

And he also has no type
or victim profile,

which makes it almost impossible

to predict when, where or whom
he might strike.

His oldest victim in the UK
was in her late 80s.

The youngest, 12.

He drains his victims
of his or her blood,

then dumps their bodies
in the ocean.

Bodies of 21 of his victims
were recovered

when they washed up
on the coastline.

The other 16 were, presumably,
carried out to sea.

I wouldn't be surprised
if the body of his latest victim,

Mr. Vickers,
were to make an appearance

on one of your beaches
in the next few days.

I'll call the Coast Guard,

- tell them to keep an eye out.
- Yeah.

I trust that the lab
has by now confirmed

that the blood at the scene
was Vickers'?

All 12 pints of it.

M's fascination with blood
is as mysterious as the man himself.

He mentions it in his correspondence
with the police,

but only rarely.

You'll notice
that he has a tendency to ramble.

Do not be fooled.

I have long suspected
that M isn't nearly as mad

as he would like us to believe.

His letters are,
in my humble estimation, a feint,

an attempt to make authorities,
anyone who attempts to analyze him,

believe that he is one thing
when he is, in fact, another.

Finally, M tends to kill in bunches,

so the whole N.Y.P.D. Should be
prepared for more bodies to drop.

I've brought my own personal files
on M to the station,

and I'm arranging them
for your consumption.

Hey. How are you doing?

Quite well. Why?

- You seem oddly chipper.
- I do?

Yeah, and last night,
at the crime scene,

the way you were staring
at the blood...

Well, I was struck, I suppose.
The moment I laid eyes on the scene,

I knew it could only be
the handiwork of M.

And this morning?

Ten years ago,
when M first started killing,

I was an integral part
of the investigation.

By the time he had claimed
his 36th life, however,

my addiction was out of control.

I was, I'm quite embarrassed to say,
useless to the police.

Now his appearance in the States,
it's a second chance for me.

It's an opportunity to do what I
should have done a long time ago,

bring a ruthless killer to justice.

Let me ask you something.
This M character,

what was his awareness of you
back in London?

Oh, he may have referenced me
in a letter or two. Why?

Seems sort of coincidental,
don't you think?

Him coming to New York
so soon after you?

Well, I hadn't considered that.

- Really?
- I suppose it is a little odd.

Flattering, if you think about it.

Hmm. I'm gonna post a couple
uniforms in front of your place

until further notice.

- I hardly think that's necessary.
- Thank you.

Hey, just a reminder that I
have an appointment in a little while,

but I will be back
in a couple of hours.

I shall count the seconds
until your return.

Meantime, I could dig into the M files.
You have so many. I can help.

Actually, Watson, it occurs to me

that help from you
is the last thing that I need.

Much as it pains me to admit it, you
have become something of a crutch.

I need to get used to working
by myself again.

- Are you sure?
- Positive.

In fact, I encourage you to leave
for your appointment immediately.

This is good. Exciting.

I shall keep you apprised
of my progress via e-mail.

WATSON: So it's been a while
since I've been here.

It's been really busy.

- With?
- Sherlock.

It's our last week together,
so I'm trying to get us both ready.

I'm your therapist, Joan.

My confidentiality
protects your confidentiality.

How does he feel
about you leaving?

I think he's ready.

I mean, he told me
to take off early this morning

so that he could work
on his new case without me.

You must have mixed feelings.

I know how invigorating
you've found his work.

You went from being a surgeon
to an addiction counselor.

There's no reason
you couldn't make another change,

pursue work
of a more investigative nature.

Yeah, l... I'm not interested
in becoming an investigator.

I like what I do right now.

Well, there's the rub, I'm afraid.

Short of your client
falling off the wagon,

your "right now"
is coming to an end.

Thanks for the effort.

Thanks, baby.

ANNOUNCER [OVER TV]: Neep.
- So, what do you do?

He's got the ball, but he's having
to work hard to keep hold of it.

Owens...

Before I go, you want another go?

Do you mind, love?

The Arsenal are playing.

Now Owens.

Thanks again, baby. This was fun.

Well, they're going.

[CELL PHONE BUZZING]

Never mind a referee who
tries to play the advantage.

Here's the shot. Goal!

Hey. I got your text.

HOLMES:
Meet lan Vickers.

Washed up not long ago
on Roosevelt Island.

Thus narrowing M's dump site
to the entire east side of Manhattan.

My money's
on the Brooklyn Navy Yard.

- Oil in the hair.
- I noticed.

There's a high concentration
of industrial engine oil

around the Navy Yard.

I donated to the cleanup effort
a couple years ago.

[SNIFFS]

I'm gonna miss this.

Well, maybe not this, but...

this.

Working with you.

I think what you do is amazing.

I wanted to tell you that
at the wrap-up dinner,

but it seems less and less likely
that's gonna happen.

Anyway, I'm gonna wait outside.

Just give me a five-minute warning
and I'll call a cab.

So given that it's after 11,

our delivery options
are a little more limited.

There is that Vietnamese place
on 23rd,

but I think you said it was a front
for songbird smuggling.

Watson, I need you
to be very, very quiet right now.

Why?

Because I believe our home
has just become a crime scene.

GREGSON:
"Men make plans, God laughs.

I am laughing at you now,
as I always have.

You think you honor me
with your pursuit, you do not.

You are a mouse chasing a lion,

a mere planet in orbit
of a raging sun."

You talk to Ellis and Hitch yet?

Yeah. They were parked out front
all night,

never saw anyone
come near the door.

He came in the back.
The lock on the rear door was picked.

Quite expertly, I might add.

I guess this answers the question

about whether he came
to New York for you, huh?

My sincerest apologies, captain.
If I'd have had any notion

that my presence
would've drawn him to your city...

Hey, hey, he's the twist, okay?
Not you.

You two should go
pack a few things.

I'm taking you to a safe house
until all this M stuff gets resolved.

Captain, I hardly think
that that's necessary.

There's a psychopath
with 37 notches in his belt

that is targeting you
and was inside your home.

Look, if he wanted me dead,
he would have lain in wait,

- not left some bombastic note.
- Holmes...

He wants the game.
He wants me fully engaged. That's all.

If you're concerned, feel free
to leave additional security

at the back of the building.

But I assure you,
I am safe as houses here.

I guess that leaves you,
Miss Watson.

I'm staying.

I go where he goes, remember?

WATSON:
Thank you very much.

Good night.

I'm heading to bed.

What's all that?

HOLMES: Oh, it's another
of my father's properties. I'm...

thinking of moving
when you and I part ways.

Since when?

Since our humble home was
penetrated so easily by a madman.

But you told Captain Gregson
you weren't worried.

I'm not. I'm just thinking ahead.

My enemies are legion.

The next one might leave more
than just a note.

So much for the giant apiary
in my bedroom.

Everyone else is gone, correct?
It's just us?

Just us.

[DOOR CLOSES]

[INDISTINCT CHATTER]

Yo, man,
I got these knockoff Gucci shades.

Twenty bucks, and they're yours.

No, thanks.

All right, too Euro-trash?
I got more of an American feel for you.

I got some movies.
I got all the new releases.

- Even got a couple Oscar bait in here.
- Back off.

Come on, man,
just check it out for me, please?

I said, back off!

Yo, dawg, you just broke my phone.

Yeah, that's right, you better run.

[DOORBELL BUZZING]

Sorry to bother you.

He was making his way up
to your stoop.

Claims to be a friend of Mr. Holmes.
You know him?

I don't. And Sherlock isn't here
at the moment.

Holmes told me to text him,
but I couldn't

because I broke my phone.
That's the only reason I'm here.

Say the word,
and we'll send him on his way.

You a friend of his?

Associate.
He doesn't have any friends.

It's okay, he can stay.

Captain said stop anyone
and everyone.

Black?

You know, if I need you, I will use
the radio that Detective Bell left for me.

Thank you.

- Are you a hooker?
- No.

Hmm. I know how Holmes rolls.

Right. Because you're his associate.

Hey. I've never actually been
inside this place.

So how do you know Sherlock?

A while back, me and a buddy
were scamming

on Washington Square Park.

I'd chat the folks up,
Levon'd steal their wallets.

No one made us except for Holmes.

He told us to give the stuff back.
But he didn't turn us in.

Now he just uses us sometimes.

What do you mean he uses you?

Little earlier he came up to me
and a few of my boys

and told us to check a few hotels,
look for this guy.

Said he had a few hundred
for whoever could find him.

And I found him,
so I'm here to collect.

If this is who I think it is,
he's dangerous.

You shouldn't have been near him.

Yeah, Holmes warned us
about sticking to the public places.

I followed him,
even got him to talk to me

so I could be sure it was him.

He's a Brit, just like Holmes said.

Uh... Yo.

Is he gonna be here soon?

Because I need to get paid.

Care to explain this?

I got it from a friend of yours, Teddy.

No?

What about this?

I took a look around
while you were out.

I found three others just like it.

I can only imagine
how many I didn't find.

When I moved in,
you didn't mention anything

about your little, uh,
surveillance system.

This is my sanctum sanctorum.

Did you honestly believe
there wouldn't be security measures?

Okay.

Is that M?

You told a bunch of children to go
to upscale hotels to look for him. Why?

Note the hands.

Vintage MG driving gloves.
Quite expensive.

But not nearly as expensive
as his John Varvatos shoes.

M has money.
That much is obvious.

He's also a recent ?migr?
to New York.

Why did I assume
he would be in a hotel

as opposed to a property
he might own? Well, it's quite simple.

I noted a curious scent
on the note that he left.

I quickly realized it was, in fact,
a combination of scents.

Those of a high-end hand soap

and an even higher-end
mint-based shampoo.

Each product is used by various
upscale hotels around the city,

but only one chain, the Betancourt,
stocks both.

My lieutenants and I each took
a Betancourt and watched for M.

That's very impressive,
but I wanna know why

you shared a photo of a wanted
serial killer with a bunch of kids

instead of going to the N.Y.P.D.

Several weeks ago,
you learned of the existence

of a woman named Irene Adler.

I told you she'd died.

- M killed her.
- Obviously, he realized the degree

to which I was assisting the
British police in their hunt to find him.

He zeroed in on me,
made things personal.

As to why I am withholding information
from the N.Y.P.D.,

it's quite simple,
I have no intention of capturing M.

I have every intention
of torturing and murdering him.

What do you mean
you plan to torture and murder M?

Hard to imagine I could
have been much clearer, Watson.

Hey, this isn't a joke.

No. This is revenge.

Wait, how are you so calm?

I'll let you in on a little secret.

I'm not calm.

I'm merely presenting
a calm exterior.

Inside, I am roiling.

I've been dreaming about this moment
for quite some time:

One year, six months, 22 days,
to be exact.

That's when he killed her.

WATSON:
Irene.

We'd been together seven months
by then.

I won't bore you
with the details of our courtship.

Suffice it to say, I was quite smitten.

Up until that point in my life,
I'd found most women quite boring.

A perfumed and pillowy means
to a physiological end.

Irene was different.

You were in love.

Prior to her murder,
my drug use had been recreational.

Something to do when I was bored
or in need of a boost

during a particularly challenging
investigation.

After Irene, well, I lost control.

I used various stimulants as I tried
to help the authorities identify M.

Once went several weeks
without sleeping. Yeah.

When the trail finally went cold,
I turned to opiates.

I'm grateful to know the whole story,

but you've come a long way
since London.

I'm not gonna let you risk it all
by chasing down a psychopath.

No, I don't think you understand,
Watson.

Without you, none of this
would have been possible.

Everything
that you've helped me do,

every meeting you've dragged me to,

every exercise you've compelled me
to perform,

it's all been in preparation
for this moment.

I'm not throwing away anything
I've learned. I'm using it.

I am as clearheaded and as focused
as I have ever been.

There's a clarity to my thinking
that's...

frightening.

I didn't help you stay sober
so you could become a murderer.

Well, you didn't realize
that's what you were doing.

Nor did I.

Not until I walked in
on that crime scene the other day.

I saw M's handiwork.

I realized
I'd been given a second chance.

Is that why you didn't want me
to help you with the M files?

I'd see Irene's name
and realize you were up to something?

I was the only one
who could make that connection.

I'd hoped we would never have
to have this conversation.

I don't want you feeling responsible
for something I do.

You lied because you know
what you're planning to do is wrong.

If you were considering following me,
I strongly advise against it.

I'm not gonna follow you.

But you know that I'm gonna have
to call Captain Gregson.

You do as you feel you must,
Watson.

I'll do the same.

[HIP-HOP MUSIC
PLAYING OVER HEADPHONES]

- Whoa!
- Theodore.

Heard you met another
of my associates today.

She said you had something for me.

That depends.

You got something for me?

Right.

Now, tell me everything
you saw today.

WOMAN [OVER TV]:
Okay, you're gonna cook this

for a couple of hours, slowly.
So make sure the meat is very tender.

Plan your time so your dish is ready
when you want it to be.

MAN: Yeah, saut? the onions
and the garlic in butter or canola oil.

[DOG GROWLING THEN BARKING]

Use a lot of garlic. It's good
because it adds a lot of flavor.

What is it?

WOMAN:
Slice onions across the middle...

MAN: Right.
WOMAN: Cut them in chunks, right?

I like the chunks.

Bavaro, you okay?

Where the heck did you get that?

[SCREAMING]

GREGSON:
Son of a bitch.

I am pissed.

I get revenge.

I've lost friends on the job
to scumbags.

Believe me,
there's been more than a few times

I've thought about taking things
into my own hands.

But I didn't.
Now, he may not be a cop,

but he's been around law enforcement
long enough to know that.

This Teddy kid,
what did he say about the killer?

Just that he was staying
at an upscale hotel.

Sherlock deduced
that it was the Betancourt chain.

I'm gonna have my guys go
to all the Betancourt hotels,

see if we can't scoop him up.

I don't think M is the only one
we need to be looking for.

If he isn't at his hotel,
Sherlock may already have him.

[WOMAN SCREAMING]

ANNOUNCER: Arsenal looking
a bit ragged now as play continues.

Santiago moving right.

The young Spaniard looking good
in his first match.

Taylor tracking back,
nipping at his heels.

Oh, a hard tackle from Taylor.

Looks like Mr. Browns is reaching
for his pocket.

Yes, a yellow card for Taylor here
in the 70th minute.

That'll make things interesting
for the Gunners

as they cling
to a tenuous 1-nil lead.

That's a joke.
He hardly touched him.

HOLMES:
Arsenal fan.

As if I didn't have enough reasons
to despise you.

- You.
- Me. Baton.

[GRUNTS]

[BUZZING]

[CLANGING]

[GRUNTING]

[M LAUGHS]

I hope you don't mind
being hung right-side up.

I know you prefer the opposite
for your victims.

You figured out
where you're gonna start yet?

HOLMES:
I have not.

I had hoped to use the bees
in some fashion,

but then it occurred to me
you might be allergic.

After all this trouble, I'd hate
for our fun to be over too soon.

That would be a pity.

Bit surprised at you, though.

I thought you was more
of a by-the-book kind of bloke.

So why here, huh?

Why not take me
straight to the nick?

I think you know why.

I think I don't.

Irene.

Pretending the name isn't familiar
to you

will not make things any easier
for you.

Addison?

Adler.

Irene Adler. Ha, ha, ha.

Got killed in her flat, Camden Lock,
about a year and a half ago.

Ha, ha. Sorry to disappoint you, mate,
that wasn't me.

No, of course it wasn't.

It was probably
the other blood-draining madman

with the tripod device. Hmm?

I was banged up in Brixton
for six months.

Not for the killing, of course.

I had a misunderstanding
with a Man United fan.

He was running around
slagging off the Arsenal.

Didn't paralyze him.
I just bashed him up a bit.

And while I was doing the stretch,

read in the papers
that the notorious M had struck again.

Imagine my surprise.

But you disappoint me.

And Scotland Yard, of course.

Falling for that copycat so easily?

[SCOFFS]

Tell me.

You and Miss Adler an item?

I'm a little disappointed in you.

- I thought you'd be a much better liar.
- I'm not lying.

Well, why would you
when facing an agonizing death?

Ex-Royal Marine, pal.

Death's an old friend.

Is he?

What about torture?

Is he an old friend too?

You made me a shambles of a man.

Now I'm simply returning the favor.

I was on the floor.

I was screaming, but the tape
was so tight around my mouth, I cou...

- I couldn't...
- It's okay. It's okay, Miss Cullen.

Take your time.

That's when I saw
the second man's feet.

He walked right by me.

Did you get a look at his face?

Um...

He said something
to the man who tied me up,

but I couldn't hear them over the TV,

but then after a minute,
the second man came back

into the hall.

He said he would cut me free.

He said he didn't want me
to turn around.

And he said I should wait ten minutes
and then call the police.

He even said "please."

Did he have an accent?

I think he was British.

I think the first man was British too.

He was watching
a British soccer game

on my TV.

Do you remember any other details
about either man?

The second one,

the one that set me free,

he had some sort of chalk
on his shoes.

Chalk?

Powder.

It was white.

NURSE:
Miss Cullen?

Oh, I'm sorry. Excuse us.

I think I know where Sherlock went.

Last night, he was looking at photos
of one of his father's other properties.

He said he was thinking
about moving.

But maybe he was looking for a place
to take M after he found him.

What makes you think
that'd be the place?

It was being renovated.
White powder everywhere.

- Do you have an address?
- No.

I think I know how we can find one.

[CHUCKLES]

Anybody ever tell you
you punch like a woman?

Yeah, a woman did once.

But she was much bigger than me.

And the abductor of young girls

that she used to
turn a profit in the sex trade, so...

Well, for a ponce,
you move pretty quick.

What, I dropped my first body here,
what, 72 hours ago?

What did you do, jump on a plane?

Where am I supposed
to have flown in from?

Uh...

London?

What makes you think
I'd gone back there?

What are you talking about,
"gone back"?

You trying to tell me
you live here now?

You know I live here.
You were in my home the other night.

You left a note.

That's how I found you.

That was your place?

You don't look well, M.

You don't mind if I call you M,
do you?

Something's not right.

I'm not what you think I am.

I'm not a serial killer, I'm an assassin.
I have an employer.

Listen.

I received the names
of everyone I killed from him.

He pays me.

I already told you you're a terrible liar,
didn't I?

I'm not lying.

He sold me out.

He never told me you was here.

- Who didn't?
- My employer.

- Mm-hm.
- The MOs, the notes,

all that serial killer bollocks.
That was him.

Let's pretend that I believe you.

What was his motive
for killing 37 people?

I don't know.

I never met him.

He sends me coded message
on my cell phone.

It's there in my jacket.

Have a look if you don't believe me.

HOLMES:
Gobbledygook. Proves nothing.

Sebastian Moran.
That's my real name.

Look it up!

The fight I was in, there was a trial.

It was in the papers.

I couldn't have hurt your girl.
You'll see I'm telling the truth.

He always talked about you.

Must have been obsessed
or something. Had a fascination.

He never told me you was here,

and he sure as hell never told me
that was your apartment I broke into.

I wouldn't be surprised if he's the one
that killed your precious Irene.

No.

Don't let him play you as well.

No. It's you. Has to be.

Listen.

You can kill me for all the others,
but your girl, that was him.

That was Moriarty.

Just heard
from the Buildings Department,

they said that Holmes' dad's company
applied for a remodeling permit

about six months ago
on a loft in Brooklyn.

The address
is 3203 North Sixth Street.

They got any other building permits
at the moment?

- No.
- Well, then, let's assume

that's the one we're looking for.

Tell ESU to meet me there.

Moriarty's who you want, not me.

HOLMES: I seem to recall you saying
you were not afraid to die.

It's not fear I'm feeling right now.

It's anger.

Righteous anger.

Moriarty sold me out
and I'm gonna get even.

You're a monster.

A sadist.

A murderer.

All of those.

But I'm not a liar.

Reach out to Brixton Prison.

They'll tell you that I was locked up

- when Irene was killed.
- No.

I couldn't have been in two places
at once.

Look at me, Holmes.

- I'm telling the truth.
- You killed her.

- I never touched a hair on her head.
- You killed her.

Moriarty said you was obsessed
with puzzles.

But he's the greatest puzzle
you'll ever come across.

You kill me now,

and you'll be killing
the best clue you ever had.

[EXHALES]

I knew you'd make
the right decision.

You're a rare thing in this world,
Holmes.

You're an honorable man.

A famous statistician once stated

that while the individual man
is an insoluble puzzle,

in the aggregate
he becomes a mathematical certainty.

You can, for example, never foretell
what any one man will do.

But you can, with precision,
say what an average man will do.

Individuals vary,
percentages remain constant.

So says the statistician.

I am not an average man.

MAN:
All right, everybody.

Stay here.

OFFICER 1: Barricade this block.
Cover it up. Block it out.

Let's go.

GREGSON: Holmes, if you're in here,
get down on the ground right now!

OFFICER 2:
Clear!

OFFICER 3:
Clear here.

[CELL PHONE RINGING]

GREGSON:
Yeah.

Are you kidding me?

- Were we too late?
- Yeah, we were.

Just got a call from Bell.

Holmes just walked into the station
five minutes ago with M.

For the last time, mate,
Holmes did not abduct me.

I lured him to Miss Cullen's place,
and then he followed me to that loft.

A loft that just happened to be
owned by his father?

Yeah, I was aware of that.

I just thought it'd be pretty cool
if they found Holmes' body

at his father's property.

BELL: Can you explain your injuries
one more time?

I went at him. He defended himself.

It's as simple as that.

He stabbed you.

Eventually, yeah.

Miracle, really.

He missed every major organ,

according to the doc
that looked me over in the cell.

- Lucky.
- What can I say?

I've led a charmed life.

[DOOR CLOSES]

WATSON: You're missing out
on quite a story back there.

The stab wound he sustained,
he claims he got it in a struggle,

but I'm pretty sure if he had,
there would've been more damage.

Looks more like he was stationary.

Maybe even restrained.

I used to be a surgeon.
I don't know if I could've found a way

to stab a man
without actually doing any real harm.

If that's what you meant to do,

I'm impressed.

If you're trying to make some point...

He presumed to know me,

and he needed to be shown
that he did not.

He says he's willing
to confess to all the murders,

but he won't give you up.

He believes that he's been wronged.

He thinks
I'm the best chance he has

at bringing whoever wronged him
to justice.

Are you planning on helping him?

He killed Irene.

No.

As it turns out, he did not.

He was incarcerated
at the time she died.

I confirmed it a short while ago.

I'm sorry that I lied to you, Watson.

The last few days
have been quite vexing.

Even now, I'm not certain
if I've done the right thing

in allowing M to live.

It's strange, really.

I'm rarely conflicted
about the decisions I make.

That's the beauty
of deductive reasoning, I suppose.

It makes a science
of almost everything.

Not this.

I'm gonna miss this.

[MUMBLES]

Maybe not this so much.

But this.

Working with you.

I think what you do is amazing.

I'm sorry our last days together
had to go so poorly.

[DOOR CLOSES]

[LINE RINGING]

Hi, this is Joan Watson
calling from New York.

Is Mr. Holmes available?

Okay.

Can you just tell him...

I'm worried about his son
and I'd like to stay on a bit longer.

[CELL PHONE BEEPS]

Watson, what is it?

I called your father last night.

Given everything that's happened,
I recommended staying on longer.

And?

He agreed.

I suppose
the apiary will have to wait.