Elementary (2012–…): Season 1, Episode 14 - The Deductionist - full transcript
A convicted killer who is supposed to donate a kidney to his sister ends up killing the surgical staff before escaping. Holmes is forced to work with a profiler (whom he can't stand) because she supposedly can predict what he will do next.
You ready to get into the act?
I thought you'd never ask.
What's this? Intermission?
This is the part where we take your stuff.
We're robbing you.
Well, I don't suppose you
could finish the show first.
How much money do you keep in the house?
Never been robbed by people
in their underwear before.
Well, no. Was one chap, but,
uh, you are much prettier.
You wanna do this the hard way?
Fine.
You know, I'd heard
rumors of two prostitutes
who bind innocent whoremongers
and then rob them.
But to think that those two
women ended up in my home
on this very evening...
I suppose I should thank you.
I usually investigate crimes
of a more homicidal nature,
but it's been an
uneventful few days.
Gentlemen!
Just one question before you leave. Um...
Can I keep these?
I'm glad your bust was
such a success last night,
but this place still smells like stripper.
- Does it?
- Yeah. Unh.
- What's with the sword?
- It's not a sword, it's a singlestick.
Well, it looks like a sword. Ugh.
In sword sports, virtually
the entire body is a target.
In singlestick, the players
mark their distance,
plant their feet and
strike only at the pate.
- You mean the forehead?
- I mean the pate.
Your docket's still clear today?
Sadly, yes.
Well, my landlord called.
I have to go to my apartment this morning.
I think my subletter has
been throwing parties
or playing loud music or something.
I confess, Watson.
I find your insistence on maintaining
your own residence puzzling. Hmm?
As a live-in sobriety counselor,
you could, in theory, live rent-free
in the most expensive city
in the world indefinitely.
Why not embrace the fact that
you are a professional nomad
and give the place up?
Because I love my apartment.
It's my sanctum sanctorum.
When I get a job, I sublet it,
and when I'm done, I go back.
And it's rent-controlled.
Those dolly-mops I ensnared last night,
their performance was quite invigorating.
I've got a bit to work out.
Are you Krebs?
Yeah.
Delivery for you.
Mr. Ennis, welcome to Saint Gerard's.
Is my sister here yet?
She is, but per the agreement
your attorney made with the state,
you won't be allowed to
see her while you're here.
Once you're inside,
we'll prep you for surgery.
We'll remove one kidney,
and then transplant it into your sister.
Do you understand these terms
as I have explained them to you?
Man asked you a question, Ennis.
Sorry. It's just, uh...
It's been a long time since I've
seen someone so afraid of me.
I've missed it.
You're gonna start to
feel drowsy, Mr. Ennis.
Would you please count down from 20 for me?
Twenty,
19,
18,
17,
16...
Officer, I'll need you to remove the cuffs
so we can sterilize the abdomen.
Open it up a little.
Heart rate is slowing.
Doctor, I think there's
something wrong with the IV.
The anesthetic isn't entering the vein.
It's pooling beneath the...
Oh, please.
How is...?
You gotta help me out.
I ain't nobody.
Yeah, you can't do this.
All right, Howard Ennis.
Killed two correction officers,
two doctors and a nurse
before he escaped.
Quite familiar with the man.
He stalked women via the Internet,
killed 13 of them in New York and New Jersey
before he was arrested eight years ago.
All of the victims, blond,
all of them taller than 5-foot-7.
I remember this. They called him the Peeler.
- Ridiculous.
- Why is it ridiculous?
Didn't he skin people?
It's ridiculous to give the
man a clever little nickname.
It lends an air of omniscience
these people in no way deserve.
You've met serial murderers.
They're duller than the Queen's jubilee.
Mouth-breathers and chronic onanists,
the lot of them.
Just a heads-up.
It's bad in there.
We don't know what happened...
Like I said,
Ennis got the drop on them somehow.
He pulled the IV line intended to deliver
the general anesthetic out of his vein.
Pooled up beneath surface of his
skin instead of putting him to sleep.
He then slowed his heart rate and
pulse rate by practiced meditation
to fool the machines.
Attacked when the time was right.
You just walked in here.
How could you possibly know that?
The bloodstain.
Might as well have a flashing
arrow pointing towards it.
There's blood everywhere, of course,
but this stain is of particular interest.
It's clearly been diluted
with some other agent.
Chemical.
What's the most common general anesthetic?
- Propofol.
- Propofol.
I'll wager we'll find that here.
This stain was created when
he yanked the IV from his arm.
The heart rate? The pulse? What...?
It's common knowledge, fakirs of Bangladesh
can meditate their circulatory
systems to a virtual standstill.
This man was shot in the head
so that his scrubs wouldn't
be stained with blood.
He took them, pointed his stolen
gun at whoever he needed to,
walked out the front door.
That's how he left.
I would certainly like to
know where Ennis has gone,
and what he intends to do
with his newfound freedom.
Not sure if this is gonna be any help. You.
Ennis left a message behind.
- "Shedir."
- It's a star.
The traditional name for Alpha Cassiopeia,
the southernmost star of the
Cassiopeia constellation.
No clue what he's trying to tell us,
but our partners are chewing on it.
Partners?
It's a serial case.
The FBI is here too.
I came to understand Howard Ennis
as well as any suspect I've pursued.
- I wrote a book...
- What's she doing here?
She's the profiler who nailed
Ennis the first time around.
- Kathryn Drummond.
- Yeah.
Makes sense the Bureau
wants her to run point.
- Captain, call for you.
- Bollocks.
- You know her?
- We worked together
when an American serial
killer came to London.
She's a buffoon. All profilers are.
They're snake oil salesmen who
cast maladjusted closet cases
as criminal geniuses in the media.
The profilers, in turn,
can be super-geniuses
when the killers are caught.
- Isn't profiling part of what you do?
- I deduce.
Enormous difference.
Holmes.
Glad to see you landed
on your feet in New York.
I heard you had some difficulties in London.
Nice to see you're keeping tabs on me. Yes.
This is Joan Watson. She accompanies me.
Helps keep difficulties from reoccurring.
- Nice to meet you.
- And you.
We are talking about heroin, right?
Where's your captain? I need the manpower
to do a four-quadrant
search of the neighborhood.
Did you know that Patricia Ennis,
Howard Ennis' sister,
is a patient here?
Why not talk to her first?
She was the one he was to help,
so maybe she has some insight
as to where he's gone.
Oh, no. Wait.
Your book, that's right. What was it called?
Profiles in Terror.
Yes.
Miss Drummond wrote a book about
Howard Ennis after she caught him.
Got into a spot of bother
when she speculated about the sexual abuse
he must surely have suffered
at the hands of his parents.
Yes, they said it was a lie.
Sued you for libel, correct?
That got thrown out of court.
Nice to meet you.
This never would have happened if I
hadn't gotten Howard out of prison.
- It's not your fault.
- No. But after I got sick,
I asked the doctor if
there was any other way.
I didn't want any part of him inside of me.
But the waiting list for
the transplant was so long.
The doctor said that a sibling
would be the best match.
Do you have any idea where
your brother might have gone?
Until I asked him for the kidney,
we hadn't spoken in years.
I have some letters that he wrote me.
I could give you those if you want.
Yes, that would be very helpful. Thank you.
Is she gonna be part of the investigation?
She is.
- But you won't have to...
- So glad she's helping.
Howard needs to be stopped.
She did it once,
she can do it again.
Hey, Bruce.
Let me guess. The air valve's
making that whistling sound again?
You know how this old
radiator gets in the winter.
Yeah, well, when I hear it, I know I'm home.
You know the Conklins up on three?
Yeah, of course.
Their son's a teenager now.
He went to certain web pages.
So Mrs. Conklin learns about it,
checks the search history to see
what her boy's been exposed to.
She found a pornographic film
that was made right here,
- in this apartment.
- What are you talking about?
The guy you sublet the apartment to, Cooper?
He's been shooting pornography here.
Hi.
I take it your meeting
did not go well.
You haven't asked why
I'm lying on the table.
You are clearly distracted.
My subletter filmed a pornographic movie
in my apartment, so now I'm getting evicted.
Well, I suppose now you
can do as I suggested,
live as a wandering nomad of sobriety.
I don't want to be a
wandering nomad of sobriety.
I want my own space.
- Perhaps I could help you reclaim it.
- No.
I mean, I appreciate it.
It's just that I want my apartment the
way it was before it was violated.
Yeah, I saw some of the
movie while I was there.
And I don't think I could live there again.
Why are you lying on the table?
I'm looking at the stars.
That's Cassiopeia,
oriented exactly as it appears
currently in the night sky.
It fits precisely into a map
of Manhattan of that scale.
The first star is the site of
murders in Greenwich Village.
That would put the second
star in Turtle Bay,
somewhere near the U.N.,
the third star, Columbus Circle.
You get the idea.
This is a map where Ennis
plans to kill people.
This is important. Did you tell anyone yet?
They're all very excited.
Resources being reallocated as we speak.
Trouble is,
I think it's all bollocks.
Wait, you think you're wrong?
I think I cracked a code that
was intended to be cracked.
I think he wants the police directing
resources to these locations
so he can, I don't know, watch them.
Like mice running a maze of his own design.
Oh, speaking of vermin.
What is it with you and that woman?
It's obviously more than
just hating profilers.
If you're asking if we had sex,
the answer is yes, obviously.
Oh. So she's an ex?
More like a C. C-plus at best.
We had an arrangement in London.
Similar arrangement I have
with women in New York.
We performed the act of
love loudly and repeatedly,
without any actual love, or even any like.
I would describe it as self-love
were it not that she was
technically present.
- I get it.
- Now I would just prefer her
not to send the police on an
ego-driven wild-goose chase.
We updated the profile to
reflect our latest thinking.
I know Miss Drummond is entitled to her say,
but before you imbibe
any profiling snake oil,
I'd like to offer my assessment.
- We're in the middle of a meeting.
- Cassiopeia code is certainly alluring.
Perhaps too alluring.
Howard Ennis is not a spree killer.
I believe he is trying to distract us.
He'll lie low, change his appearance,
but eventually, he will pick up a blade,
and he will find another young blond.
Is that it?
Miss Drummond's latest profile.
Basically, it says
what you just said.
Ennis had to know we'd break the code.
Didn't know you were capable of that,
but you have been exposed
to my methods, so...
I don't know what's going
on between you two,
but the important thing to me
is that my top consultant and
the Bureau's top profiler
agree with each other.
We'll follow up on this story...
Now, let's get to...
We'll take you live...
Jack, are you there?
Yes, I am.
Tempers flared out
of control today...
Oh, God! Please.
Please don't.
Will you do me a favor?
Would you mind taking my
picture with your phone?
He walked into the store
and shot everyone here
except for the one person that
actually fits his victim profile.
You two said he would lie low.
Change his appearance.
Is this what you call lying low?
I confess, a crime like this is
out of character for Howard Ennis.
But it doesn't invalidate
anything I wrote in my report.
The register was robbed.
Stands to reason Howard Ennis
would have varied his routine
because he needed cash to get out of town.
- Poppycock.
- Excuse me?
Poppycock.
Desperate rhetorical contortions
of someone with a
pathological need to be right.
Same old Sherlock Holmes.
Look around you. Howard Ennis,
despite his many flaws,
is not a complete moron.
If money had been his goal,
why would he rob a place like this?
What's the most he could have gotten?
Two, maybe $300?
Doesn't take much to go on the lam.
Then explain his decision
to leave that woman alive.
You can't, can you? Because you and I
both know that her crossing his path
was like a piece of chum crossing
the path of a ravenous shark.
- You think he's sending a message?
- I do.
I just don't know what it is.
You told me you were a
documentary filmmaker.
Bruce talked to you. Ahem.
No, Cooper, I just watch a ton of porn.
Imagine my surprise when
I saw people having sex
in my living room, on my couch.
Okay, you're angry. You totally should be.
- You think?
- Look.
For what it's worth,
I really did wanna make a movie
about child soldiers in the Sudan.
But what, a bunch of
porn actors broke in here
and forced you to
film them instead?
I needed the money. I couldn't get
anyone to invest in the documentary,
so I had to turn back to
alternative filmmaking
- to pay rent.
- Wait a second.
What do you mean, "turn back"?
You mean you made other "films?"
Not here. But yeah.
I'm sorry, Joan.
Seriously, if I had the money,
I would have shot it anywhere but here.
Man, did this get screwed up!
After you took the apartment back,
I was gonna ask you out!
How did it go with your friend the auteur?
Didn't talk you into
a sequel, did he?
He's not my friend.
And he's getting kicked out, same as me.
- How's it going here?
- Poorly.
I detached myself from the Ennis
manhunt several hours ago.
I thought I could be more
use to the police here.
Trying to decipher his game.
I was wrong.
That's mature.
Started out as a simple mustache,
if you can believe it.
I know why you don't like her.
You recall my aversion to
bile-spewing pig-women?
"The Deductionist."
An article she wrote for a
psychiatric journal ten years ago,
about a police consultant she met
while on assignment in London.
A man she said was in possession of
a uniquely potent deductive mind.
You seemed genuinely upset by her today.
So I Googled her and I found the article.
She never referred to you by name,
but some of the things she wrote...
When I met Kathryn Drummond,
she showed a modicum of
potential as an investigator.
So aside from our extracurricular exertions,
I tried to tutor her in my methods.
She seemed quite amenable at the time.
Little did I know
she was interested
in gaining a better understanding
of the inner workings of my mind.
She was profiling you.
Well, that's one word for it. Yes.
Discovering the betrayal was one thing,
discovering she was more perceptive
than I realized was quite another.
She predicted my struggles with addiction.
She saw it coming, I did not.
Is that what this is all about?
The fact that she
got one thing right?
It was, as you will recall from the piece,
one of several quite
alarming prognostications
she made regarding my future.
One of several methods by
which I might self-destruct.
And if she was right about one...
Well...
We got a city in panic.
Seven dead bodies in the morgue.
Now, I know my guys are
doing everything they can
to find Howard Ennis. And you're
the so-called Howard Ennis expert.
You don't seem to have the first
clue what he's up to next.
I admit, Howard Ennis' behavior up
to this point has been perplexing.
It contradicts everything I've
come to know about the man.
Maybe the chaos is the point.
The randomness, the deliberate
flouting of his profile.
Maybe he wants to confuse you.
Miss Watson has a point, captain.
Yesterday, I posited that Ennis was
attempting to send us a message.
Today, I would posit that the
confusion is the message.
Captain, it's Ennis.
He just called, asked to speak to the
person in charge of the task force.
I got him on hold in your office.
This is Captain Gregson of the N.Y.P.D.
Hello, Captain Gregson of the N.Y.P.D.
This is Howard Ennis.
May I assume that my old friend,
Miss Drummond, is listening in?
Say your piece, Mr. Ennis.
I'll take that as a yes.
I saw you on the news yesterday, Kathryn.
You are not aging well.
I'm calling because I thought it was
time that I explained what I'm up to.
Mr. Ennis, that won't be necessary.
- Excuse me?
- Well, I just figured it out.
This is entirely about
Miss Drummond, correct?
You despise her.
Why? Well, obvious answer
is that she's the agent
most responsible for your capture,
but I think there's more to it than that.
You detest her because she solved you.
She climbed inside your head,
she pulled all your ugly
secrets out and exposed them.
She demystified you.
And now you're doing
everything in your power
to violate her profile of you,
to rail against it,
show everyone that, well,
you never really were solved.
I like you.
I know who you are.
The Deductionist.
Accent gave you away.
You see, I did a lot of reading in prison.
I, uh, found everything Kathryn ever wrote.
And by the way, you're right.
I do want to humiliate Kathryn.
But not because of what she did to me.
Because of what she did to my family.
Family? Are you serious, Howard?
Didn't you just abandon your
dying sister in a hospital?
My father was a good man.
Wasn't his fault that I
ended up the way I did.
But you, Kathryn,
you alleged that he abused
me on a regular basis,
that he made me into the
man that I am today.
You know as well as I know that there
were multiple allegations of abuse.
My father, as most of you probably know,
hung himself in his garage a few
months after the book came out.
My mother never really got over it.
She died less than a year later.
If you ask me, Kathryn,
you all but put a gun to their heads.
You want me to stop doing what I'm doing,
Captain Gregson of the N.Y.P. D?
All you have to do is
give me Kathryn Drummond.
I think his demands are quite reasonable.
A wall of newspaper clippings.
Journals filled with his
innermost inanities.
Souvenirs from the women he murdered.
Ennis seems resolved to
leave no cliche unturned.
So we're no closer to finding
him than we were an hour ago.
I'm not so sure about that.
Standing inside this space is like
standing inside Howard Ennis' brain.
Hard to imagine there isn't
something of value here.
Actually, it's quite
easy to imagine.
He let us find this place.
He left his cell phone here so
we could triangulate its signal.
Why? Because he's making a point.
This room represents who he was,
not who he is.
If there was anything of value here,
Ennis never would have led us to it.
Were you not listening
when I explained his plan
to become profile-proof?
Out of curiosity,
how accurate were your allegations
against the Ennis family?
The first allegations of sexual
abuse came in your profile,
but that was just pure speculation.
Your book, on the other hand,
you quoted an anonymous source,
a neighbor who claimed that Ennis had
confided in him about the abuses.
So? What are you saying?
I'm saying that you've
been known to cut corners.
In the article you wrote about me,
for example,
you included things I had
said to you privately
as though they were quotes for attribution.
You did say them, though.
And my article was right about you.
So far. So was there a neighbor?
Were you guessing about
Ennis being sexually abused?
Ennis' pathology was
consistent with sexual abuse.
I've chased men like him for 20 years.
It's been present every single time.
Doesn't mean it was present here.
So if you were wrong,
it was a costly mistake.
Ennis' father quoted your
book in his suicide note.
You spurred Howard to eight
murders and counting.
Like Howard Ennis needs
a reason to kill people.
Maybe he doesn't, but he didn't have
this reason until you came along.
I'm going to bed.
You need anything?
I know that Kathryn Drummond
is obsessed with her work.
She prides herself on the
accuracy of her profiles.
But to think she would've gone so far
as to destroy a family to lend
credence to one of her claims.
Did you ever consider the possibility
that she lied about you in the article?
Well, what would she have to gain?
I was never revealed as the
subject in the article.
No one ever compared me to it.
Anyway, she got a good deal right.
She predicted your drug problem. So what?
You got clean. You picked up your
career right where you left off.
And you even made a friend,
something that Kathryn claimed in her
article was virtually impossible.
Me.
I'm talking about me.
Look, my point is that the only thing
that anyone can predict about people
with 100 percent certainty
is that they'll change.
And anyone who thinks otherwise
is kidding themselves.
Oh, my God. Is that...?
You have a lovely home, Watson.
Excellent light.
I found today quite taxing. I thought
your pornography might distract me.
It's not my pornography.
The sex, I'm sorry to say, is quite mundane.
And even if it wasn't, the continuity
gaffes make it virtually unwatchable.
- What are you talking about?
- Look.
Note the clock, 11:20 here.
One o'clock there.
Eleven-twenty again. And many others.
I wouldn't be upset that a dirty
movie was produced in my home.
I would be upset that it
was produced so sloppily.
And if you haven't already,
I strongly recommend that you
find yourself a new spatula.
Watson!
- Morning.
- What is it?
Gregson just texted, said there
was some sort of disturbance
at Patricia Ennis' home last night.
It's possible that Howard
Ennis tried to break in.
If he did, he may have left
some clue as to his whereabouts.
I'm in a hurry. Shall I select
your undergarments as well?
Yes.
False alarm.
Ennis wasn't here last night.
Well, someone was.
Couple of Miss Ennis' neighbors
threw these from the street.
They didn't know about her
connection to her brother
until all the news coverage this week.
Excuse me. Yes, chief.
Shall I take a picture for Kathryn,
show her how her little tome affects
the Ennis family to this very day?
Well, I think...
Hungry, Watson?
No, it's just this food.
It's exactly the opposite
of what someone with kidney
problems should be eating.
The chips and the jerky are high in sodium.
The licorice contains glycyrrhizin,
which can interfere with renal function.
She would've known not to buy these.
Hmm, cheese balls.
What is it?
It's frankincense.
With a hint of carrot seed.
Yeah. Essential oils,
concentrated liquids that contain
volatile aroma compounds from plants.
I know what essential oils are.
Typically, they're used in aromatherapy.
But you can smell them on the
bottom of her drinking glass?
Hmm. Obviously you know
that liquids of this type
are highly toxic when ingested.
Especially to the renal system.
Those things I said about your parents...
I believed them when I put
them in your brother's profile.
But when I was writing the book,
I couldn't prove the abuse.
I didn't wanna back down,
so I made up a source.
After your family sued,
I paid one of your neighbors to
say he was the person I talked to.
I'm sorry.
I'm sorry for your father.
Your mother. You.
I even owe your brother an apology.
Come a little closer.
It's getting hard for me to talk.
Sure.
- Hey.
- You accompanied
Agent Drummond to speak with Miss Ennis.
- Are you with them now?
- Well, I'm in the hall.
Miss Ennis said she wanted some water.
She destroyed her kidneys deliberately.
She's working with her brother.
You can arrest me now. It's done.
She came here to apologize.
As though a simple "I'm sorry"
could make up for any of it.
You're referring to the allegations she
made about your parents in her book.
I hate that word.
"Allegations." Call them what they are.
Lies.
Finding out what Howard did,
it devastated us.
But Kathryn Drummond's
book is what destroyed us.
All of your correspondence
over the last year
with your brother was monitored.
I imagine he procured a
cell phone from somewhere.
Yeah, he called me
a little over a year ago on the
anniversary of our dad's death.
He was crying.
He knew that I was having a hard time.
Is that when he told you to poison yourself?
I don't know when he came up with the plan.
I just know that it
just sounded right,
like it was supposed to happen.
He would be out there, humiliating her,
and I would be in here, waiting for her.
I spoke to the surgeon
who was operating on her.
He thinks there's a chance she'll survive.
And as for you,
you're going to jail.
Your kidneys are ruined,
and I'd say you dropped a notch
or two on the old transplant list.
If I die, I die.
At least I know I died trying
to right a terrible wrong.
He targeted her because
he knew that she was weak.
He knows that he could bend her to his will.
Captain.
Ennis again.
They just transferred him from the office.
This is Captain Gregson.
If your men are scrambling to trace
this call, you can tell them to relax.
I'm calling through a router that I
placed across town the other day.
Of course you are.
I heard on the news that
Kathryn's still alive.
I wanted you to know that
I think that's a shame.
Means I'm gonna have to
keep making my point.
Sit tight.
What's up?
Columbia University...
- Signal for that station's weak here.
- So?
I need to look into something.
I'll call you shortly.
Mr. Ennis, do come in.
You could run, but I do have your handgun.
It's just me. Please.
How did you find me?
You were tuning your radio when
you called Captain Gregson.
You dialed past a number of frequencies,
but two stood out.
Columbia University's station has
quite a weak signal strength,
just a few miles. But it dwarfs
the Greek-language station
that you skipped past.
That's a micro-broadcast,
a tiny little station
for the Greek immigrant community.
Now, very little overlap
between those two stations.
Just a few blocks, actually.
There are a number of empty
buildings within those blocks,
but most are homes that are being remodeled.
This one was seized under federal
asset forfeiture laws, and... Ta-da!
So, what do you want?
You and I have both been
profiled by Kathryn Drummond.
You've read "The Deductionist."
You'll recall she doesn't predict
a very pleasant end for me.
No, no, she doesn't.
She said that you were, uh,
destined for self-destruction.
The term she used was "self-annihilation."
"A tangle of incandescent talent
and ingrained character flaws
that can only lead to one end:
Self-annihilation."
I think Drummond's good. Mm.
She predicted my struggles with addiction.
And in my less hopeful moments,
I wonder whether she might be
right about my ultimate fate.
She really has a way of getting
in your head, doesn't she?
- Want to talk about what she wrote?
- No.
I'm not interested in your words, Howard.
I'm interested in your actions.
I want to see if either of us
could be more than our profile.
Her assessment of you is equally withering.
She believes that you are,
at your core, a coward.
That regardless of the
violence of your assaults,
you would shrink away from any
confrontation on equal terms.
So you come here alone
and lay out a gun and a pair of handcuffs.
Precisely.
An experiment.
Two choices.
Now, if you are, in fact, a chicken-heart,
you will choose the handcuffs and surrender.
But if you're willing to face
an opponent face-to-face,
you'll choose the gun.
Personally, I hope you go for the gun.
If you do, it'll prove that
Drummond was wrong about you,
and if she was wrong about you...
Then maybe she's wrong about
how you'll end up too.
Maybe you won't die after
turning back to drugs
to dull those senses that
just won't quite shut down.
Is that what you're terrified of?
That and clowns.
Word of warning.
If you reach for the gun,
I will reach for you.
Choice is yours.
Well done.
Technically, I'm only supposed
to strike you in the pate.
But I suppose rules were made to be broken.
Start processing the scene.
Well, before you punch me or suspend me,
please keep in mind that I texted
you the moment I heard Ennis enter.
And the reason you decided
to engage him on your own?
I needed to learn something.
And did you?
I can't say, really.
I won't know for years.
Damn it!
Hey, Joan.
Radiator's acting up again?
Never know when Old Faithful's gonna blow.
Listen, I appreciate your calling ahead,
but we don't need to be
so formal about this.
It's a funny thing
about that radiator.
In the movie that Cooper shot,
uh, he did several takes.
In some takes, there's tape
wrapped around the air valve.
In others, there isn't.
It's a basic continuity error.
I mean, I don't think Cooper's
directing career is gonna go anywhere.
- Ha, ha. Okay.
- It's almost as if it started whistling
then they called
someone in to fix it.
Someone with a special shortcut
involving electrical tape.
You were here the whole time,
weren't you, Bruce?
At first, I could not figure out why
you would do something like that.
And then I remembered that
this place is rent-controlled,
so if I violate my lease, you can evict me,
and then you can charge
market value for this place.
I'm hardly the only guy
with electrical tape.
No, but, you know, the actors in that movie,
they work a lot, and they're
not hard to track down.
They all confirmed that you
were here the whole time.
You participated in the filming
of an unlicensed production.
That is against the law.
What do you want?
You and Cooper to pay for all of my stuff
to be put in storage
until I find a new place.
I also want $1,200 for that couch.
After everything it's been
through in that movie,
it needs to be taken out back and shot.
- How's Kathryn?
- Unconscious.
Yet still somehow annoying to me.
Doctor says she should be out and about
practicing her pseudoscience in no time.
Oh, I bought you something.
To replace the one desecrated via sex act.
Thanks.
It gets better.
I don't understand.
Nobody did anything to my
toothbrush in that movie.
Not in the movie.
No, certainly not.
I'm confused. Are you saying that
you did something to my toothbrush?
Sherlock?
I thought you'd never ask.
What's this? Intermission?
This is the part where we take your stuff.
We're robbing you.
Well, I don't suppose you
could finish the show first.
How much money do you keep in the house?
Never been robbed by people
in their underwear before.
Well, no. Was one chap, but,
uh, you are much prettier.
You wanna do this the hard way?
Fine.
You know, I'd heard
rumors of two prostitutes
who bind innocent whoremongers
and then rob them.
But to think that those two
women ended up in my home
on this very evening...
I suppose I should thank you.
I usually investigate crimes
of a more homicidal nature,
but it's been an
uneventful few days.
Gentlemen!
Just one question before you leave. Um...
Can I keep these?
I'm glad your bust was
such a success last night,
but this place still smells like stripper.
- Does it?
- Yeah. Unh.
- What's with the sword?
- It's not a sword, it's a singlestick.
Well, it looks like a sword. Ugh.
In sword sports, virtually
the entire body is a target.
In singlestick, the players
mark their distance,
plant their feet and
strike only at the pate.
- You mean the forehead?
- I mean the pate.
Your docket's still clear today?
Sadly, yes.
Well, my landlord called.
I have to go to my apartment this morning.
I think my subletter has
been throwing parties
or playing loud music or something.
I confess, Watson.
I find your insistence on maintaining
your own residence puzzling. Hmm?
As a live-in sobriety counselor,
you could, in theory, live rent-free
in the most expensive city
in the world indefinitely.
Why not embrace the fact that
you are a professional nomad
and give the place up?
Because I love my apartment.
It's my sanctum sanctorum.
When I get a job, I sublet it,
and when I'm done, I go back.
And it's rent-controlled.
Those dolly-mops I ensnared last night,
their performance was quite invigorating.
I've got a bit to work out.
Are you Krebs?
Yeah.
Delivery for you.
Mr. Ennis, welcome to Saint Gerard's.
Is my sister here yet?
She is, but per the agreement
your attorney made with the state,
you won't be allowed to
see her while you're here.
Once you're inside,
we'll prep you for surgery.
We'll remove one kidney,
and then transplant it into your sister.
Do you understand these terms
as I have explained them to you?
Man asked you a question, Ennis.
Sorry. It's just, uh...
It's been a long time since I've
seen someone so afraid of me.
I've missed it.
You're gonna start to
feel drowsy, Mr. Ennis.
Would you please count down from 20 for me?
Twenty,
19,
18,
17,
16...
Officer, I'll need you to remove the cuffs
so we can sterilize the abdomen.
Open it up a little.
Heart rate is slowing.
Doctor, I think there's
something wrong with the IV.
The anesthetic isn't entering the vein.
It's pooling beneath the...
Oh, please.
How is...?
You gotta help me out.
I ain't nobody.
Yeah, you can't do this.
All right, Howard Ennis.
Killed two correction officers,
two doctors and a nurse
before he escaped.
Quite familiar with the man.
He stalked women via the Internet,
killed 13 of them in New York and New Jersey
before he was arrested eight years ago.
All of the victims, blond,
all of them taller than 5-foot-7.
I remember this. They called him the Peeler.
- Ridiculous.
- Why is it ridiculous?
Didn't he skin people?
It's ridiculous to give the
man a clever little nickname.
It lends an air of omniscience
these people in no way deserve.
You've met serial murderers.
They're duller than the Queen's jubilee.
Mouth-breathers and chronic onanists,
the lot of them.
Just a heads-up.
It's bad in there.
We don't know what happened...
Like I said,
Ennis got the drop on them somehow.
He pulled the IV line intended to deliver
the general anesthetic out of his vein.
Pooled up beneath surface of his
skin instead of putting him to sleep.
He then slowed his heart rate and
pulse rate by practiced meditation
to fool the machines.
Attacked when the time was right.
You just walked in here.
How could you possibly know that?
The bloodstain.
Might as well have a flashing
arrow pointing towards it.
There's blood everywhere, of course,
but this stain is of particular interest.
It's clearly been diluted
with some other agent.
Chemical.
What's the most common general anesthetic?
- Propofol.
- Propofol.
I'll wager we'll find that here.
This stain was created when
he yanked the IV from his arm.
The heart rate? The pulse? What...?
It's common knowledge, fakirs of Bangladesh
can meditate their circulatory
systems to a virtual standstill.
This man was shot in the head
so that his scrubs wouldn't
be stained with blood.
He took them, pointed his stolen
gun at whoever he needed to,
walked out the front door.
That's how he left.
I would certainly like to
know where Ennis has gone,
and what he intends to do
with his newfound freedom.
Not sure if this is gonna be any help. You.
Ennis left a message behind.
- "Shedir."
- It's a star.
The traditional name for Alpha Cassiopeia,
the southernmost star of the
Cassiopeia constellation.
No clue what he's trying to tell us,
but our partners are chewing on it.
Partners?
It's a serial case.
The FBI is here too.
I came to understand Howard Ennis
as well as any suspect I've pursued.
- I wrote a book...
- What's she doing here?
She's the profiler who nailed
Ennis the first time around.
- Kathryn Drummond.
- Yeah.
Makes sense the Bureau
wants her to run point.
- Captain, call for you.
- Bollocks.
- You know her?
- We worked together
when an American serial
killer came to London.
She's a buffoon. All profilers are.
They're snake oil salesmen who
cast maladjusted closet cases
as criminal geniuses in the media.
The profilers, in turn,
can be super-geniuses
when the killers are caught.
- Isn't profiling part of what you do?
- I deduce.
Enormous difference.
Holmes.
Glad to see you landed
on your feet in New York.
I heard you had some difficulties in London.
Nice to see you're keeping tabs on me. Yes.
This is Joan Watson. She accompanies me.
Helps keep difficulties from reoccurring.
- Nice to meet you.
- And you.
We are talking about heroin, right?
Where's your captain? I need the manpower
to do a four-quadrant
search of the neighborhood.
Did you know that Patricia Ennis,
Howard Ennis' sister,
is a patient here?
Why not talk to her first?
She was the one he was to help,
so maybe she has some insight
as to where he's gone.
Oh, no. Wait.
Your book, that's right. What was it called?
Profiles in Terror.
Yes.
Miss Drummond wrote a book about
Howard Ennis after she caught him.
Got into a spot of bother
when she speculated about the sexual abuse
he must surely have suffered
at the hands of his parents.
Yes, they said it was a lie.
Sued you for libel, correct?
That got thrown out of court.
Nice to meet you.
This never would have happened if I
hadn't gotten Howard out of prison.
- It's not your fault.
- No. But after I got sick,
I asked the doctor if
there was any other way.
I didn't want any part of him inside of me.
But the waiting list for
the transplant was so long.
The doctor said that a sibling
would be the best match.
Do you have any idea where
your brother might have gone?
Until I asked him for the kidney,
we hadn't spoken in years.
I have some letters that he wrote me.
I could give you those if you want.
Yes, that would be very helpful. Thank you.
Is she gonna be part of the investigation?
She is.
- But you won't have to...
- So glad she's helping.
Howard needs to be stopped.
She did it once,
she can do it again.
Hey, Bruce.
Let me guess. The air valve's
making that whistling sound again?
You know how this old
radiator gets in the winter.
Yeah, well, when I hear it, I know I'm home.
You know the Conklins up on three?
Yeah, of course.
Their son's a teenager now.
He went to certain web pages.
So Mrs. Conklin learns about it,
checks the search history to see
what her boy's been exposed to.
She found a pornographic film
that was made right here,
- in this apartment.
- What are you talking about?
The guy you sublet the apartment to, Cooper?
He's been shooting pornography here.
Hi.
I take it your meeting
did not go well.
You haven't asked why
I'm lying on the table.
You are clearly distracted.
My subletter filmed a pornographic movie
in my apartment, so now I'm getting evicted.
Well, I suppose now you
can do as I suggested,
live as a wandering nomad of sobriety.
I don't want to be a
wandering nomad of sobriety.
I want my own space.
- Perhaps I could help you reclaim it.
- No.
I mean, I appreciate it.
It's just that I want my apartment the
way it was before it was violated.
Yeah, I saw some of the
movie while I was there.
And I don't think I could live there again.
Why are you lying on the table?
I'm looking at the stars.
That's Cassiopeia,
oriented exactly as it appears
currently in the night sky.
It fits precisely into a map
of Manhattan of that scale.
The first star is the site of
murders in Greenwich Village.
That would put the second
star in Turtle Bay,
somewhere near the U.N.,
the third star, Columbus Circle.
You get the idea.
This is a map where Ennis
plans to kill people.
This is important. Did you tell anyone yet?
They're all very excited.
Resources being reallocated as we speak.
Trouble is,
I think it's all bollocks.
Wait, you think you're wrong?
I think I cracked a code that
was intended to be cracked.
I think he wants the police directing
resources to these locations
so he can, I don't know, watch them.
Like mice running a maze of his own design.
Oh, speaking of vermin.
What is it with you and that woman?
It's obviously more than
just hating profilers.
If you're asking if we had sex,
the answer is yes, obviously.
Oh. So she's an ex?
More like a C. C-plus at best.
We had an arrangement in London.
Similar arrangement I have
with women in New York.
We performed the act of
love loudly and repeatedly,
without any actual love, or even any like.
I would describe it as self-love
were it not that she was
technically present.
- I get it.
- Now I would just prefer her
not to send the police on an
ego-driven wild-goose chase.
We updated the profile to
reflect our latest thinking.
I know Miss Drummond is entitled to her say,
but before you imbibe
any profiling snake oil,
I'd like to offer my assessment.
- We're in the middle of a meeting.
- Cassiopeia code is certainly alluring.
Perhaps too alluring.
Howard Ennis is not a spree killer.
I believe he is trying to distract us.
He'll lie low, change his appearance,
but eventually, he will pick up a blade,
and he will find another young blond.
Is that it?
Miss Drummond's latest profile.
Basically, it says
what you just said.
Ennis had to know we'd break the code.
Didn't know you were capable of that,
but you have been exposed
to my methods, so...
I don't know what's going
on between you two,
but the important thing to me
is that my top consultant and
the Bureau's top profiler
agree with each other.
We'll follow up on this story...
Now, let's get to...
We'll take you live...
Jack, are you there?
Yes, I am.
Tempers flared out
of control today...
Oh, God! Please.
Please don't.
Will you do me a favor?
Would you mind taking my
picture with your phone?
He walked into the store
and shot everyone here
except for the one person that
actually fits his victim profile.
You two said he would lie low.
Change his appearance.
Is this what you call lying low?
I confess, a crime like this is
out of character for Howard Ennis.
But it doesn't invalidate
anything I wrote in my report.
The register was robbed.
Stands to reason Howard Ennis
would have varied his routine
because he needed cash to get out of town.
- Poppycock.
- Excuse me?
Poppycock.
Desperate rhetorical contortions
of someone with a
pathological need to be right.
Same old Sherlock Holmes.
Look around you. Howard Ennis,
despite his many flaws,
is not a complete moron.
If money had been his goal,
why would he rob a place like this?
What's the most he could have gotten?
Two, maybe $300?
Doesn't take much to go on the lam.
Then explain his decision
to leave that woman alive.
You can't, can you? Because you and I
both know that her crossing his path
was like a piece of chum crossing
the path of a ravenous shark.
- You think he's sending a message?
- I do.
I just don't know what it is.
You told me you were a
documentary filmmaker.
Bruce talked to you. Ahem.
No, Cooper, I just watch a ton of porn.
Imagine my surprise when
I saw people having sex
in my living room, on my couch.
Okay, you're angry. You totally should be.
- You think?
- Look.
For what it's worth,
I really did wanna make a movie
about child soldiers in the Sudan.
But what, a bunch of
porn actors broke in here
and forced you to
film them instead?
I needed the money. I couldn't get
anyone to invest in the documentary,
so I had to turn back to
alternative filmmaking
- to pay rent.
- Wait a second.
What do you mean, "turn back"?
You mean you made other "films?"
Not here. But yeah.
I'm sorry, Joan.
Seriously, if I had the money,
I would have shot it anywhere but here.
Man, did this get screwed up!
After you took the apartment back,
I was gonna ask you out!
How did it go with your friend the auteur?
Didn't talk you into
a sequel, did he?
He's not my friend.
And he's getting kicked out, same as me.
- How's it going here?
- Poorly.
I detached myself from the Ennis
manhunt several hours ago.
I thought I could be more
use to the police here.
Trying to decipher his game.
I was wrong.
That's mature.
Started out as a simple mustache,
if you can believe it.
I know why you don't like her.
You recall my aversion to
bile-spewing pig-women?
"The Deductionist."
An article she wrote for a
psychiatric journal ten years ago,
about a police consultant she met
while on assignment in London.
A man she said was in possession of
a uniquely potent deductive mind.
You seemed genuinely upset by her today.
So I Googled her and I found the article.
She never referred to you by name,
but some of the things she wrote...
When I met Kathryn Drummond,
she showed a modicum of
potential as an investigator.
So aside from our extracurricular exertions,
I tried to tutor her in my methods.
She seemed quite amenable at the time.
Little did I know
she was interested
in gaining a better understanding
of the inner workings of my mind.
She was profiling you.
Well, that's one word for it. Yes.
Discovering the betrayal was one thing,
discovering she was more perceptive
than I realized was quite another.
She predicted my struggles with addiction.
She saw it coming, I did not.
Is that what this is all about?
The fact that she
got one thing right?
It was, as you will recall from the piece,
one of several quite
alarming prognostications
she made regarding my future.
One of several methods by
which I might self-destruct.
And if she was right about one...
Well...
We got a city in panic.
Seven dead bodies in the morgue.
Now, I know my guys are
doing everything they can
to find Howard Ennis. And you're
the so-called Howard Ennis expert.
You don't seem to have the first
clue what he's up to next.
I admit, Howard Ennis' behavior up
to this point has been perplexing.
It contradicts everything I've
come to know about the man.
Maybe the chaos is the point.
The randomness, the deliberate
flouting of his profile.
Maybe he wants to confuse you.
Miss Watson has a point, captain.
Yesterday, I posited that Ennis was
attempting to send us a message.
Today, I would posit that the
confusion is the message.
Captain, it's Ennis.
He just called, asked to speak to the
person in charge of the task force.
I got him on hold in your office.
This is Captain Gregson of the N.Y.P.D.
Hello, Captain Gregson of the N.Y.P.D.
This is Howard Ennis.
May I assume that my old friend,
Miss Drummond, is listening in?
Say your piece, Mr. Ennis.
I'll take that as a yes.
I saw you on the news yesterday, Kathryn.
You are not aging well.
I'm calling because I thought it was
time that I explained what I'm up to.
Mr. Ennis, that won't be necessary.
- Excuse me?
- Well, I just figured it out.
This is entirely about
Miss Drummond, correct?
You despise her.
Why? Well, obvious answer
is that she's the agent
most responsible for your capture,
but I think there's more to it than that.
You detest her because she solved you.
She climbed inside your head,
she pulled all your ugly
secrets out and exposed them.
She demystified you.
And now you're doing
everything in your power
to violate her profile of you,
to rail against it,
show everyone that, well,
you never really were solved.
I like you.
I know who you are.
The Deductionist.
Accent gave you away.
You see, I did a lot of reading in prison.
I, uh, found everything Kathryn ever wrote.
And by the way, you're right.
I do want to humiliate Kathryn.
But not because of what she did to me.
Because of what she did to my family.
Family? Are you serious, Howard?
Didn't you just abandon your
dying sister in a hospital?
My father was a good man.
Wasn't his fault that I
ended up the way I did.
But you, Kathryn,
you alleged that he abused
me on a regular basis,
that he made me into the
man that I am today.
You know as well as I know that there
were multiple allegations of abuse.
My father, as most of you probably know,
hung himself in his garage a few
months after the book came out.
My mother never really got over it.
She died less than a year later.
If you ask me, Kathryn,
you all but put a gun to their heads.
You want me to stop doing what I'm doing,
Captain Gregson of the N.Y.P. D?
All you have to do is
give me Kathryn Drummond.
I think his demands are quite reasonable.
A wall of newspaper clippings.
Journals filled with his
innermost inanities.
Souvenirs from the women he murdered.
Ennis seems resolved to
leave no cliche unturned.
So we're no closer to finding
him than we were an hour ago.
I'm not so sure about that.
Standing inside this space is like
standing inside Howard Ennis' brain.
Hard to imagine there isn't
something of value here.
Actually, it's quite
easy to imagine.
He let us find this place.
He left his cell phone here so
we could triangulate its signal.
Why? Because he's making a point.
This room represents who he was,
not who he is.
If there was anything of value here,
Ennis never would have led us to it.
Were you not listening
when I explained his plan
to become profile-proof?
Out of curiosity,
how accurate were your allegations
against the Ennis family?
The first allegations of sexual
abuse came in your profile,
but that was just pure speculation.
Your book, on the other hand,
you quoted an anonymous source,
a neighbor who claimed that Ennis had
confided in him about the abuses.
So? What are you saying?
I'm saying that you've
been known to cut corners.
In the article you wrote about me,
for example,
you included things I had
said to you privately
as though they were quotes for attribution.
You did say them, though.
And my article was right about you.
So far. So was there a neighbor?
Were you guessing about
Ennis being sexually abused?
Ennis' pathology was
consistent with sexual abuse.
I've chased men like him for 20 years.
It's been present every single time.
Doesn't mean it was present here.
So if you were wrong,
it was a costly mistake.
Ennis' father quoted your
book in his suicide note.
You spurred Howard to eight
murders and counting.
Like Howard Ennis needs
a reason to kill people.
Maybe he doesn't, but he didn't have
this reason until you came along.
I'm going to bed.
You need anything?
I know that Kathryn Drummond
is obsessed with her work.
She prides herself on the
accuracy of her profiles.
But to think she would've gone so far
as to destroy a family to lend
credence to one of her claims.
Did you ever consider the possibility
that she lied about you in the article?
Well, what would she have to gain?
I was never revealed as the
subject in the article.
No one ever compared me to it.
Anyway, she got a good deal right.
She predicted your drug problem. So what?
You got clean. You picked up your
career right where you left off.
And you even made a friend,
something that Kathryn claimed in her
article was virtually impossible.
Me.
I'm talking about me.
Look, my point is that the only thing
that anyone can predict about people
with 100 percent certainty
is that they'll change.
And anyone who thinks otherwise
is kidding themselves.
Oh, my God. Is that...?
You have a lovely home, Watson.
Excellent light.
I found today quite taxing. I thought
your pornography might distract me.
It's not my pornography.
The sex, I'm sorry to say, is quite mundane.
And even if it wasn't, the continuity
gaffes make it virtually unwatchable.
- What are you talking about?
- Look.
Note the clock, 11:20 here.
One o'clock there.
Eleven-twenty again. And many others.
I wouldn't be upset that a dirty
movie was produced in my home.
I would be upset that it
was produced so sloppily.
And if you haven't already,
I strongly recommend that you
find yourself a new spatula.
Watson!
- Morning.
- What is it?
Gregson just texted, said there
was some sort of disturbance
at Patricia Ennis' home last night.
It's possible that Howard
Ennis tried to break in.
If he did, he may have left
some clue as to his whereabouts.
I'm in a hurry. Shall I select
your undergarments as well?
Yes.
False alarm.
Ennis wasn't here last night.
Well, someone was.
Couple of Miss Ennis' neighbors
threw these from the street.
They didn't know about her
connection to her brother
until all the news coverage this week.
Excuse me. Yes, chief.
Shall I take a picture for Kathryn,
show her how her little tome affects
the Ennis family to this very day?
Well, I think...
Hungry, Watson?
No, it's just this food.
It's exactly the opposite
of what someone with kidney
problems should be eating.
The chips and the jerky are high in sodium.
The licorice contains glycyrrhizin,
which can interfere with renal function.
She would've known not to buy these.
Hmm, cheese balls.
What is it?
It's frankincense.
With a hint of carrot seed.
Yeah. Essential oils,
concentrated liquids that contain
volatile aroma compounds from plants.
I know what essential oils are.
Typically, they're used in aromatherapy.
But you can smell them on the
bottom of her drinking glass?
Hmm. Obviously you know
that liquids of this type
are highly toxic when ingested.
Especially to the renal system.
Those things I said about your parents...
I believed them when I put
them in your brother's profile.
But when I was writing the book,
I couldn't prove the abuse.
I didn't wanna back down,
so I made up a source.
After your family sued,
I paid one of your neighbors to
say he was the person I talked to.
I'm sorry.
I'm sorry for your father.
Your mother. You.
I even owe your brother an apology.
Come a little closer.
It's getting hard for me to talk.
Sure.
- Hey.
- You accompanied
Agent Drummond to speak with Miss Ennis.
- Are you with them now?
- Well, I'm in the hall.
Miss Ennis said she wanted some water.
She destroyed her kidneys deliberately.
She's working with her brother.
You can arrest me now. It's done.
She came here to apologize.
As though a simple "I'm sorry"
could make up for any of it.
You're referring to the allegations she
made about your parents in her book.
I hate that word.
"Allegations." Call them what they are.
Lies.
Finding out what Howard did,
it devastated us.
But Kathryn Drummond's
book is what destroyed us.
All of your correspondence
over the last year
with your brother was monitored.
I imagine he procured a
cell phone from somewhere.
Yeah, he called me
a little over a year ago on the
anniversary of our dad's death.
He was crying.
He knew that I was having a hard time.
Is that when he told you to poison yourself?
I don't know when he came up with the plan.
I just know that it
just sounded right,
like it was supposed to happen.
He would be out there, humiliating her,
and I would be in here, waiting for her.
I spoke to the surgeon
who was operating on her.
He thinks there's a chance she'll survive.
And as for you,
you're going to jail.
Your kidneys are ruined,
and I'd say you dropped a notch
or two on the old transplant list.
If I die, I die.
At least I know I died trying
to right a terrible wrong.
He targeted her because
he knew that she was weak.
He knows that he could bend her to his will.
Captain.
Ennis again.
They just transferred him from the office.
This is Captain Gregson.
If your men are scrambling to trace
this call, you can tell them to relax.
I'm calling through a router that I
placed across town the other day.
Of course you are.
I heard on the news that
Kathryn's still alive.
I wanted you to know that
I think that's a shame.
Means I'm gonna have to
keep making my point.
Sit tight.
What's up?
Columbia University...
- Signal for that station's weak here.
- So?
I need to look into something.
I'll call you shortly.
Mr. Ennis, do come in.
You could run, but I do have your handgun.
It's just me. Please.
How did you find me?
You were tuning your radio when
you called Captain Gregson.
You dialed past a number of frequencies,
but two stood out.
Columbia University's station has
quite a weak signal strength,
just a few miles. But it dwarfs
the Greek-language station
that you skipped past.
That's a micro-broadcast,
a tiny little station
for the Greek immigrant community.
Now, very little overlap
between those two stations.
Just a few blocks, actually.
There are a number of empty
buildings within those blocks,
but most are homes that are being remodeled.
This one was seized under federal
asset forfeiture laws, and... Ta-da!
So, what do you want?
You and I have both been
profiled by Kathryn Drummond.
You've read "The Deductionist."
You'll recall she doesn't predict
a very pleasant end for me.
No, no, she doesn't.
She said that you were, uh,
destined for self-destruction.
The term she used was "self-annihilation."
"A tangle of incandescent talent
and ingrained character flaws
that can only lead to one end:
Self-annihilation."
I think Drummond's good. Mm.
She predicted my struggles with addiction.
And in my less hopeful moments,
I wonder whether she might be
right about my ultimate fate.
She really has a way of getting
in your head, doesn't she?
- Want to talk about what she wrote?
- No.
I'm not interested in your words, Howard.
I'm interested in your actions.
I want to see if either of us
could be more than our profile.
Her assessment of you is equally withering.
She believes that you are,
at your core, a coward.
That regardless of the
violence of your assaults,
you would shrink away from any
confrontation on equal terms.
So you come here alone
and lay out a gun and a pair of handcuffs.
Precisely.
An experiment.
Two choices.
Now, if you are, in fact, a chicken-heart,
you will choose the handcuffs and surrender.
But if you're willing to face
an opponent face-to-face,
you'll choose the gun.
Personally, I hope you go for the gun.
If you do, it'll prove that
Drummond was wrong about you,
and if she was wrong about you...
Then maybe she's wrong about
how you'll end up too.
Maybe you won't die after
turning back to drugs
to dull those senses that
just won't quite shut down.
Is that what you're terrified of?
That and clowns.
Word of warning.
If you reach for the gun,
I will reach for you.
Choice is yours.
Well done.
Technically, I'm only supposed
to strike you in the pate.
But I suppose rules were made to be broken.
Start processing the scene.
Well, before you punch me or suspend me,
please keep in mind that I texted
you the moment I heard Ennis enter.
And the reason you decided
to engage him on your own?
I needed to learn something.
And did you?
I can't say, really.
I won't know for years.
Damn it!
Hey, Joan.
Radiator's acting up again?
Never know when Old Faithful's gonna blow.
Listen, I appreciate your calling ahead,
but we don't need to be
so formal about this.
It's a funny thing
about that radiator.
In the movie that Cooper shot,
uh, he did several takes.
In some takes, there's tape
wrapped around the air valve.
In others, there isn't.
It's a basic continuity error.
I mean, I don't think Cooper's
directing career is gonna go anywhere.
- Ha, ha. Okay.
- It's almost as if it started whistling
then they called
someone in to fix it.
Someone with a special shortcut
involving electrical tape.
You were here the whole time,
weren't you, Bruce?
At first, I could not figure out why
you would do something like that.
And then I remembered that
this place is rent-controlled,
so if I violate my lease, you can evict me,
and then you can charge
market value for this place.
I'm hardly the only guy
with electrical tape.
No, but, you know, the actors in that movie,
they work a lot, and they're
not hard to track down.
They all confirmed that you
were here the whole time.
You participated in the filming
of an unlicensed production.
That is against the law.
What do you want?
You and Cooper to pay for all of my stuff
to be put in storage
until I find a new place.
I also want $1,200 for that couch.
After everything it's been
through in that movie,
it needs to be taken out back and shot.
- How's Kathryn?
- Unconscious.
Yet still somehow annoying to me.
Doctor says she should be out and about
practicing her pseudoscience in no time.
Oh, I bought you something.
To replace the one desecrated via sex act.
Thanks.
It gets better.
I don't understand.
Nobody did anything to my
toothbrush in that movie.
Not in the movie.
No, certainly not.
I'm confused. Are you saying that
you did something to my toothbrush?
Sherlock?