Elementary (2012–…): Season 1, Episode 15 - A Giant Gun, Filled with Drugs - full transcript

[KNOCKING ON DOOR]

- Yes?
MAN: I'm supposed to deliver

some tables and chairs to a party,
it starts in about an hour

and my van broke down
just down the street.

EMILY:
You want me to call triple-A?

Actually, no. I need to call
my boss, but my cell is dead.

I was hoping I could come in,
maybe charge it for a few minutes?

Please?
Look, if I mess up this delivery,

I'm in some serious trouble.

Give me your boss' number,
I'll call him for you.

I just started today, actually.

I don't know my boss's number
off the top of my head.

I need to plug in my phone
so I can get it.

Tell me the name of the company,
I'll call.

It's after hours.
Nobody's gonna answer.

Would you please open the door?

I'm sorry, but I don't know you.
I can't just let you in.

Lady, come on.
I'm gonna lose my job.

Please, just leave
before I call the cops.

[SCOFFS]

[MAN PUNCHES DOOR]

[FOOTSTEPS RECEDING]

[EMILY SCREAMING]

MAN:
Yeah, Broome Street and Ludlow.

You'll send another van?

Great, thanks.

Talk about a Good Samaritan.
You saved my ass.

And as he fled,
the man dropped his walking stick,

which the police later mistook
for a weapon.

But he did so in order
to pick up the mongoose.

Which was, of course, responsible

for the claw marks I found
at the crime scene.

The mongoose, you see, was quite key
in identifying the man.

He was a magician.

The rodent, part of his act.

Now, once I realized the man's
true connection to the colonel,

it became obvious to me,
the latter hadn't been murdered.

He'd merely succumbed
to a heart attack,

after the appearance of a man

he'd sentenced to death
so long ago.

Again, my name is Sherlock,
and I'm an addict.

WATSON:
That was a morning of firsts.

First share I've ever heard

- involving a mongoose.
- Really?

It was also the first time
you ever contributed at a meeting.

Why am I not surprised it had nothing
to do with your drug history?

You know, it seems so expected,
doesn't it?

Talking about addiction
at an addiction support group meeting.

Besides, the group seemed
particularly down today.

The last thing they needed to hear
was another depressing share.

Is that why you decided to take
the floor? To cheer everyone up?

You know me, Watson.
People person.

Hello.

WATSON:
Uh... Uh...

Sherlock?
Can you come up here, please?

Right now.

[FOOTSTEPS APPROACHING]

Rhys.

RHYS:
I let myself in.

I still had the key from last time.

I tried calling,
but your number's changed.

Oh, so you know each other.

That's almost a relief.

Something's wrong.

Yeah. It's Emily. She's, uh...

She's been kidnapped.

When was she taken?

Well, I got a ransom demand
two days ago from her e-mail.

- Video or note?
- A video.

What are they asking for?

Clearly, this is very important,

but do you think
that we can press pause

until we are all clothed?

Oh.

- Love a cup of tea, if you've got some.
- Yeah.

RHYS:
Yeah. Right.

WATSON:
Sorry. This is my room.

So, obviously, he's an old friend.

Who's Emily?

His daughter.
She lives in New York.

And for clarity's sake,
Rhys isn't an old friend.

Well, not exactly.

He's my former drug dealer.

[KETTLE WHISTLES]

As you may have guessed,
last time Rhys was here,

he stayed in your room.

This was when you were still using.

Two months after I got to New York,
before I was carted off to rehab.

- Let's talk about this.
- What's to talk about?

The daughter of an old friend
is in trouble.

He's not just an old friend.

He's the man who used to supply me
with narcotics. Yes, I am well aware.

Doesn't make his daughter
any less kidnapped.

And it's worth noting,
he is an ex-dealer,

just as I am an ex-junkie.

Two phoenixes risen
from the ashes.

This isn't about what he is now.

It's about what he was to you
back then.

You think he may be some sort
of trigger?

On a giant gun filled with drugs
pointed at you, yes.

You are right.

He is a trigger.

The minute I laid eyes on him,
my mind conjured images

of heroin bubbling in a spoon.

I felt an undeniable,
almost gravitational pull.

Yet, as I've already mentioned,
I consider the man a friend.

I will not be turning him away.

I appreciate your opinion
and your concern.

But you mistake
the support group ethos

for a complete system for living.
It is not.

At least not to a man like me.

My sobriety is on one plane.

The bonds I share with those
I consider friends is on quite another.

You're just gonna have to work
a bit harder this week.

Not interrupting, am I?

Sorry again about upstairs. I was...

Haven't quite had my head screwed on
the last couple of days.

Should've figured
you'd have a bird over.

I'm not a bird. I live here.

I'm entirely sober now, Rhys.

Miss Watson is my companion. She
keeps me from resuming bad habits.

Of which I am one.

I get it. In which case,
let me show you this video.

If you can't help me,
I'll be on my way.

I'll just get my tea.

MAN [ON VIDEO]: Your daughter's life
boils down to two numbers:

$2.2 million, four days.

If you don't pay in time, she dies.

If you involve the police or the FBI,
she dies.

If you deviate from my instructions
in any way, she dies.

I've left a phone for you
at her apartment.

Keep it with you.

Wait for further instructions.

[SNIFFLES]

I went to her place
as soon as I touched down.

This is the cell phone.

Looked like there'd been a bit of a
struggle. I was careful not to touch it.

I'm sorry to interrupt,
but do you have $2.2 million?

In May of 2011, Rhys stole exactly that
amount from his Dominican suppliers.

He's been hiding out in Thailand
ever since. Like I said, ex-dealer.

They got sloppy
with some transactions.

I saw an opportunity
for early retirement, and took it.

Never occurred to you you might be
putting your daughter in danger?

Well, no one knew about Emily.
But he knew because he deduced it.

But I never spoke about her
to anyone else, never.

Her mom knew, obviously, but...

She passed away several years ago.

Did Emily know about your theft
from the Dominicans?

No. Before I disappeared,
I gave her an e-mail address,

said, "If in trouble,
you can get in touch,"

but I hadn't heard from her
till I got this video.

Well, isn't there a simple solution?

You pay the ransom,
and you get your daughter back.

How much is left?

Uh... Just under two.

$2 million is nothing to sneeze at.

Two thousand,
you know, give or take.

You spent $2 million
in just 18 months?

No, I lost $2 million.

Drugs were his vice. Cards were mine.
Look, I'm sorry.

I'm even sorrier now that I know
that you're trying to clean up. I just...

I don't mean
to go stirring up bad memories.

I didn't know who else to turn to.

Said he'd kill Emily
if I went to the cops or the feds.

And I figured, since I was acquainted
with the Sherlock Holmes,

I'd be a fool not to seek his advice,
right?

We have just under 44 hours
until the ransom is due.

Luxury. That's twice what I'll need.

That's Emily's mom. Penny.

You said she passed away.

Yeah, some kind of cancer, I think.

Well, we were never that close.

She was American on holiday
in London back in '91.

We met, had some fun.

Then along came Emily.

WATSON: How are you not
a total wreck right now?

If my kid was taken
and held for ransom,

I don't know
if I could keep it together.

You seem quite...

I don't know, Zen.

I made a delivery once to Holmes
at Scotland Yard.

Crazy, right?

Crazier still, he invites me
to stay and watch him assist

in the interrogation of this lunatic

who'd been planting car bombs
all over the city.

Police knew there was another one,
but they didn't know where it was.

Holmes is in the room with the guy
for, like, five minutes.

Figures out where the bomb is from
a couple of stains on the guy's shoe.

You ask why I'm not a total wreck?

Because I believe
in Sherlock Holmes.

Your friends, the Dominicans,
they were here.

Or at least one of them was,
anyway.

He waited for her here.

I found traces of cigarette ash
on the floor.

How do I know it didn't come
from Emily? She's not a smoker.

No other signs of tobacco
in the whole apartment.

She doesn't even have a lighter.
This ash comes from a Crema,

a popular Dominican brand.

You can tell the brand by the ash?

I can identify 140 cigarette
and cigar brands by their ash alone.

Now, if you bothered to read
my monographs, you would know that.

So they struggled here. She dropped
her glass of water that she poured.

The water spilled on his hand.
How else do you explain this?

It's just a swirl.

It is a symbol,
that of the Taino god of hurricanes.

The Taino, as everyone knows,
were the pre-Colombian inhabitants

of what is now
the Dominican Republic.

This, meanwhile, is a hand stamp

of a Dominican nightclub
in Brooklyn

called, appropriately enough,
Hurrikane, with a K.

Emily's water moistened the
hand stamp on her abductor's hand,

facilitating its transfer to the wall.

Maybe he left some prints.

Already checked.
Wiped the doorknobs before he left.

How do you know the stamp
didn't come from Emily's hand?

Well, she'd just got back from a jog,
hence the water.

No nightclub would allow her in
wearing exercise gear,

let alone one as pretentious
as Hurrikane with a K.

Her kidnapper came from a nightclub,
and that is where we shall go.

I believe in Sherlock Holmes.

[UPBEAT MUSIC PLAYING
OVER SPEAKERS]

This is seriously the plan?

Rhys walks around on the off chance
he recognizes someone

before they recognize him?

Well, he's wearing a hat.

Are there more surgical ways
to search this nightclub?

Yes, of course, but they would require
the manpower and resources

of an N.Y.P.D. Or an FBI,
and both are off-limits to us.

But if he spots someone
from his days dealing with the cartel,

we'll follow them.

You seem even more dour than usual,
Watson.

I would posit
it was a menstruation issue,

but I worked out your cycle,
you're good for ten more days.

Couching it as a scientific observation
totally negates the misogyny.

And for the record, I'm not happy

because we are in a nightclub
surrounded by alcohol,

and judging by the way
people are dancing, serious drugs.

Told you it was gonna be
a difficult few days.

Okay, over in the corner, the VIP area,
see the big guy in there with a beard?

Right? His name's Reynaldo.
He's one of the UK suppliers.

WATSON:
Is he the one you stole from?

Well, technically, I stole from them all,
but, yeah, he'd be upset with me.

HOLMES:
So more than a coincidence.

A man you stole from
sitting in a nightclub

that Emily's abductor was in
just before she was taken.

RHYS:
So, what do we do now?

Now I urinate.

[HOLMES SIGHS]

Nice tats.

My name is Sherlock Holmes.
I'm a consultant with the N.Y.P.D.

I'm looking for a kidnapping victim.
Emily Grant.

I believe your friend Reynaldo
may be responsible.

Would you mind
if I ask you a few questions?

[ZIPPER ZIPS]

[SPEAKS IN SPANISH]

That's strange.

I'm fairly certain
that English is a requirement

for agents of the DEA,

even those deep undercover
in Dominican drug cartels. Hm?

What gave you away, you ask?

Well, first, it was your tradecraft.

You used the champagne bucket

to monitor your surroundings
behind you without turning your head.

Not a technique one learns
on the street, but at Quantico.

Then there are your tattoos.

They're all perfectly thuggish,
all precisely the same age.

Most tattoos are acquired over time.

Each emblem fades
and ages differently. Not yours.

Yours seem to suggest you were
in a hurry to fit in with a new crowd.

Please, I have no interest
in jeopardizing your operation,

but a woman's life is at stake,
and given you are a federal agent...

Call me a fed again,

I'll cut out your tongue
and feed it to you.

Perhaps your friends in the VIP area
will be interested in what I have to say.

My boys love hearing
about the DEA.

Like waving red at a bull.

Ol?.

[UPBEAT SPANISH MUSIC PLAYING
OVER SPEAKERS]

[CROWD MURMURING]

It's okay.
Guy tried to steal my wallet, man.

RHYS: Hey, hey, hey.
Take it easy. Just stay, stay, stay.

- Stay out of it.
DIAZ: You didn't give me any choice.

I'm in too deep.
I cannot let you blow my cover.

HOLMES: I just need to know
where to find the girl.

DIAZ: Nobody in this organization
has kidnapped anyone

in New York, trust me.

[BOTH GRUNTING]

Reynaldo over there,
he is the cartel in New York.

Nothing happens without his say-so.

Only thing he cares about right now
is the turf war with the Colombians.

I'm sorry, you might be looking
into the one crime in this city

the cartel isn't behind.

Suffocatingly inane.

WATSON:
Morning.

This is soul-crushing
in its utter banality.

Sufficiently asinine as to constitute
a valid argument for eugenics.

WATSON: Okay, I give up.
What are you reading?

Emily's Twitter feed.

Excruciating medium.

Demonstrates that brevity
does not protect against dullness.

That said, it does serve
as a modern-day equivalent of a diary,

so who's to say
it won't turn up a suspect?

So you've given up on the cartel.

For now, yes.

Though the ash and ink stain I found
does suggest to me

that Emily's abductor was
in that nightclub before he took her.

Well, we have an appointment
at noon.

- So plan your hunt around that.
- No.

We visited the house of bromides
yesterday.

I am no longer required to supplicate
at the altar of recovery every day.

You are when your ex-drug dealer
is living with us.

So you wanted me to work harder,
this is working harder.

Fine.

I suppose they might find the case
of the blue carbuncle entertaining.

No, you're not gonna talk
about some old case.

You're gonna share something real
about your...

He really got you, huh?

The man had a cover to protect.
I hold nothing against him.

I'm gonna put some antiseptic
on that.

[KNOCKING ON DOOR]

Hey, I need to get in there.

RHYS: Yeah, yeah, I'll be right there.
Two shakes.

It's all yours.

You're kidding me, right?

I'm a sober companion. You're
in the home of a recovering addict.

- I opened the window.
- You don't do drugs here.

That's not drugs.
It's just a little bit of wacky backy.

My daughter's been kidnapped.
I am under a bit of strain right now.

I'm gonna do you the favor
of believing you're just an idiot.

- Okay. Thank you.
- Hey, I'm not finished yet.

As much as I want you
to get your daughter back,

I need you to understand,
Sherlock is my number one priority.

So you will not do drugs in his house,
you will not talk to him about this,

and you will not talk about drugs
in his presence.

If I feel that you've compromised
his sobriety in any way,

I will turn you in to the police
as a drug dealer and a thief.

Are we clear?

Now give me the drugs.

HOLMES: Watson! Rhys!
Come along if you're coming along.

Is that it?

We'll have to go
to an evening meeting, Watson.

My time wading
in the cesspool of social media

was not a complete waste.

- What did you find?
- Emily made a curious Twitter entry

under the hashtag:
"That awkward moment."

Apparently, it is a category

for documenting
uncomfortable social experiences.

Emily's read: "When the man
who used to give you your allowance

comes to you for a loan."

I never gave her an allowance.

She was talking
about her stepfather.

Now,
I cracked her banking password...

Your full name, by the way.
- And I accessed her records.

Seems she wrote a series of checks
to a man called Derrick Hughes.

That is her stepdad, but he's big
in real estate, man. He's loaded.

If he's rich, then why would he borrow
money from his stepdaughter?

What...

Well, according to my friend
in the DA squad,

Derrick Hughes
had all kinds of money.

Emphasis on "had."

Now, after the crash in '08, banks
foreclosed on most of his properties.

Now, guy doesn't have a criminal
record, but...

he is dead broke.

Thank you, detective. Please let me
know when I can return the favor.

How about you just tell me
why you're interested in the guy.

Of course not.

So Derrick Hughes has motive
to kidnap Emily.

He's desperate for money.

Reduced to working
as a parking attendant.

If she confided in him
about your thievery,

maybe he saw it as a solution
to his problems.

Never liked the guy.

I mean, I never met him, but still.

WATSON: What are we supposed to
do? Wait here until he gets off work?

Well, if he has her, he will go to her.

Well, I'm gonna order some food
and maybe they'll turn on the heat.

You're doing good, man.
It's nice to see you. I'm proud of you.

Must be like trying to relearn the piano
after a stroke, huh?

What must be like
trying to relearn the piano?

Well, doing what you do
without the drugs.

Ridiculous.
Detective work is a deductive science.

Drugs are a hindrance to that,
not a help.

Yeah, but there's two parts
to what you do, isn't there?

I mean, there's the "knowing stuff" part
and you've got that covered,

and then there's
the making connections.

That's, like, the creative part.

- The art, right?
- Oh, I suppose so.

Some artists, they need the drugs
to fuel the creative stuff.

Are you suggesting that I was
a better detective when I was high?

No, no, not exactly. It's just, well,
there'd be no shame in it, would there?

I mean, the Stones never made
a decent album after they cleaned up,

and look at them.

Just saying it must be hard,
that's all.

WATSON:
Is everything okay?

Yeah. Why wouldn't it be?

Because Derrick Hughes
is getting off work

and you guys are just sitting here.

Public records indicate
that this is one of several buildings

that he bought in the area.

Apparently, he made a rather large bet
that the area would gentrify.

Bad investment.

Well, not entirely.

He came out of it with a perfectly
good place to hide a kidnapped girl.

You think he's got Emily in there?

I'd like to know why he brought
groceries to an abandoned building.

RHYS:
Where did he go?

What is this place?

DERRICK:
I can explain. It's just for a few days.

What's just for a few days?
Where is she?

DERRICK: Where's who?
- Emily. Where are you hiding her?

My daughter? You people aren't
with the Housing Authority?

She's not your daughter.

HOLMES: Mr. Hughes,
my name is Sherlock Holmes.

I'm a consultant with the N.Y.P.D.

This is Joan Watson.
She's my associate. This...

Yeah, I've seen his face in pictures.
You're Rhys.

That's right,
and I'm here to take Emily home.

Rhys, the groceries were not for her.
Mr. Hughes is squatting here.

DERRICK:
Technically, I still own the place.

What happened to Emily?

She was kidnapped, Mr. Hughes.

Oh, my God.

Emily...

What, you thought I did it?

Well, look around all you want.

Ask me any questions you want.

- I raised her. I would never hurt her.
- You took money from her.

Yeah, I'm in a pinch.
She helped me out.

You haven't been to a nightclub
called Hurrikane

by any chance this week, have you?

No. I've never even heard of it.

I say he's lying.

Do I look like a guy
that's been going to nightclubs much?

Sorry to have troubled you,
Mr. Hughes. We'll be in touch.

RHYS: You could have let me
rough him up a bit.

The man's body language
spoke volumes.

He fairly reeked of innocence.

[PHONE RINGING]

Hey, hey.

- Hello.
MAN: You think I wouldn't be watching?

- Wait, what?
- I told you not to involve the police.

- Who are you working with?
- No, no, he isn't the police, he...

- He thinks you're the police.
- I assure you, I am not the police.

I'm a friend,
an independent mediator.

You just cost yourself 12 hours.

I want the money by 6 p.m. Tomorrow,
or she's dead.

And to ensure we all understand
each other, I've left you something.

It's outside your kitchen door.

[WATSON GASPS]

Oh, my God.

WATSON:
You sure it's Emily's?

I compared the fingerprint with ones
I lifted from Emily's cell phone.

The finger is hers.
Well, was hers, anyway.

You have surveillance cameras
inside the house.

Do you have any outside?

Only one.
It covers the garden-level door,

and the kidnapper
never came squarely into view.

Good news is, Emily's severed digit
may provide a clue as to her location.

Please.

WATSON: Looks like a burn.
- It is a burn.

Quite a distinctive burn, matter of fact.
It matches a floral design found

on a cast-iron radiator forged
at the turn of the century.

Suggests she is
in a pre-war building.

She's likely been chained
to the radiator, hence the burn.

Now, look under the fingernail.

Ethiopian Wat.
Spiced onion-based stew.

You can tell that
just by looking at it?

No, I can tell it by tasting it.

Unlikely her abductor is preparing
elaborate ethnic meals for her himself,

so let's assume
the Wat is of the takeout variety.

Now, if the restaurant is in the vicinity
of the kidnapper's lair,

I can use historical building permits
to identify pre-war structures.

I then cross-reference
those addresses

with those of every Ethiopian place
in the city.

Provided the selection's
narrow enough,

I should be able to determine
which building is housing Emily.

What about you?

How are you doing?

If you're asking if I'm on the verge of a
relapse, the answer is a definitive "no."

You just seem a little intense.

We are on deadline. You mind going
downstairs and checking on Rhys?

He went down there
37 minutes ago.

I've heard nary a floorboard
creak since.

A long time for someone
of his disposition to go motionless.

"Habesha."

[KNOCKING]

Brought you some tea.

How are you doing?

Well, I'd like to say fine and dandy,
but...

just saw a piece of my little girl
in a box.

How about you?

Sherlock's just examining
the package that we received.

He thinks it might be able
to help him locate Emily.

He thinks it might be able
to help him.

That doesn't sound like
the Sherlock I used to know.

He just needs a little more time,
that's all.

I need some air.

Rhys, for what it's worth...

I believe in Sherlock Holmes too.

MAN [ON VIDEO]: If you involve
the police or the FBI, she dies.

If you deviate from my instructions
in any way, she dies.

I've left a phone for you
at her apartment. Keep it with you.

Wait for further instructions.

Your daughter's life boils down
to two numbers:

$2.2 million, four days.

How we doing?

I thought I was on to something
with the finger,

the connection between pre-war
buildings and Ethiopian restaurants,

but it turns out there are too many
of both of those to be helpful,

so I'm revisiting the ransom video.

See if there's a detail,

a clue to her whereabouts
I might have missed the first time.

Light, shadow,
noises in the background,

reflection in the cornea,
any tiny detail could be the key.

Do you remember
the Tinsdale case?

That security nut?

Had more alarms in his house
than he had doors.

Used to lock himself in his bedroom.
Died in his sleep. Suffocated.

You were sure it was murder,

but there was no evidence
anyone else had been inside.

I remember...

I remember I brought you
a little cocaine, watched you shoot up.

Like, within a minute,
you had the whole thing sussed.

It was the maid.
She'd left some dry ice under his bed.

And then it evaporated,
turned to carbon dioxide.

He died in his sleep.
No one was any the wiser.

Except you, of course. Heh, heh.
Remember?

[SIGHS]

It's time, huh?

For Emily.

- Why would you do that?
- You've needed it the last two days.

I assure you, I have not!

Have you listened to yourself?
The rubbish you've been spouting?

About lights and shadows
and reflections and corneas.

That's not you,
that's not Sherlock Holmes.

This is some ghost of you,
some pale imitation.

You need your meds.

Get yourself right. Please.

Please, man, I'm begging you, huh?
For Emily.

- For Emily's life.
WATSON: What is going on down here?

I need some time, Watson.
I will be in touch.

Why is he so upset?
What did you say to him?

The truth.

It's the God's honest truth.

This is Sherlock Holmes.
I would like to speak with my father.

[DOOR OPENS]

Good news, Rhys.

You will be reunited with Emily
within the hour.

You found her?

I telephoned the kidnapper.
I told him we would pay the ransom.

But I don't have the money.

I have the money,
or at least, my father does.

I reached out to him.

He agreed to loan me $2.2 million,

on condition that I perform various
errands for him in the near future.

Don't know what they are yet,
but knowing him, it's a virtual lock

I will be stealing candy from infants
or clubbing young seals.

I can't believe
you reached out to your father.

Oh, man,
I don't know what to say, man.

We're going to meet Emily's abductor
at 238th and Irwin in under an hour.

He will be in a blue van.

I transfer the money electronically,
he will release her.

Watson, would you be so kind
as to fetch my tablet for me?

I'll need it to perform the transfer.

Sure.

Thank you.

There's something
you need to understand.

Given a little more time, I would have
found Emily by my own devices,

of this I have no doubt.

But it occurred to me that a little more
time with you is a dangerous thing.

The fact that the money I've procured
will liberate Emily is almost incidental.

What it's really doing, Rhys,
is buying a life without you.

After today, you are never
to darken my doorway again.

Our friendship has run its course.
Have I made myself clear?

[KNOCKING ON DOOR]

- Can I help you?
- Yeah, Special Agent Xande Diaz.

I'm looking for Sherlock Holmes.

I've uncovered some information
about the girl he's trying to find.

He needs to know about it
right away.

[MEN SPEAKING IN SPANISH]

MAN:
Hey, hey.

[MAN SPEAKS IN SPANISH]

[MAN SPEAKS IN SPANISH]

[PHONE RINGS]

WATSON: Sherlock.
- It was an ambush.

There's a group of painters
when I arrived on the scene.

But they're not painters,

their shoes were as clean
as they are expensive.

They're a hit squad.

Employees, no doubt,
of the Dominican cartel

that we crossed paths with
the other night.

One of them used
the word aguajero.

It's Dominican slang for "braggart."

Someone told them to lie in wait,
who had pull within the organization.

Someone who also knew
I was investigating Emily's abduction.

Only one person meets
those particular criteria...

WATSON:
The agent from the DEA.

The one who beat you up
the other night.

I know.

[SPEAKS IN SPANISH]

DIAZ: Your friends are alive, Holmes.
- Excellent.

How long depends on you.

Give me a moment
to secure transportation.

I'll meet you at my place.
We can talk face-to-face.

DIAZ:
I don't think that's a very good idea.

Speaking of friends,
I just met some of yours.

I don't think
they liked me very much.

I told them you work for a rival gang.

But now I realize that sending them
after you was a mistake.

The money that you were offering,

I thought that was coming
from Rhys.

I thought you would be transferring it
from his account, not yours.

Now I know that wasn't the case.

So I must've scared you
the other night.

Everything I was able
to deduce about you.

You thought you'd kill me,
then swoop on the softer target, Rhys.

Get him to transfer the funds.

You're fit, Watson. You know that?

But more importantly,
you're a good friend.

Could you just shut up?

I need you to do something for me.

Tell Holmes I'm sorry.

Just stay calm.
You can tell him yourself.

Not after I've cut myself loose,
I can't.

What are you doing?

Back in the day, I dealt to a famous
punk rocker for a brief stretch.

Heh, heh. One of them gave me
a little pocketknife as a keepsake.

Since then, the only thing
I've ever cut with it has been lines of...

I get it. I get it.
Just... You need to stop now.

RHYS:
No. I need to right a terrible wrong.

Maybe a few terrible wrongs. Unh.

I'm gonna save you,
and then Holmes is gonna save Emily,

and then that'll be that.

All I ask is you get out that door,
okay?

HOLMES: I imagine that you learned
about the robbery he'd perpetrated

after you infiltrated the cartel.

You know, they were never able
to find him or the money.

But then again,
they didn't have the resources

of a powerful government agency
behind them, did they?

I imagine you found his name from
Emily's Social Security information?

- Am I close?
- Listen to me.

I want you
to transfer the money now.

As soon as I see it in my account,
I will let your friends go.

You just tried to have me killed,

so give me a reason
I should trust you.

RHYS:
Unh!

Argh!

Watson! Watson!

Sherlock, Rhys has been shot.

The guy who did it is unconscious.
Call 911.

DIAZ: I had nothing to do
with this woman's abduction.

I didn't even know
what she looked like.

That's funny. Because according to a
statement we got from Joan Watson,

you approached her
and the girl's father this morning

with information
about her whereabouts.

Totally untrue.

What is true?

That I've been working
in the New York faction

of a Dominican drug cartel
for almost a year now.

That, during my time with them,
I became aware of a man

by the name of Rhys Kinlan,
a former employee of the cartel.

This would be the same Rhys Kinlan
you shot this morning?

In self-defense, yes.

Look, I saw Mr. Kinlan
on the street today.

I followed him to a brownstone
where he appeared to be staying.

I thought he might be useful
to my investigation.

But when I told him I was DEA,
he panicked.

He attacked me.

I had no choice but to restrain him.

Hm. And Miss Watson?

I regret that,
but under the circumstances,

I assumed that she was working
with Mr. Kinlan.

He managed to free himself.

He came at me with a knife,
so I fired on him.

You know, I heard from a mutual
acquaintance of ours a little while ago.

Sherlock Holmes.

I believe you two talked
on the phone today.

He wishes he could be here,

but he actually went to the hospital
to see if Mr. Kinlan pulls through.

And just out of curiosity,
if Kinlan does pull through,

whose version of events
do you think he's gonna agree with?

Yours? Or Miss Watson's?

I don't think I care very much
what a known drug dealer has to say.

Hard to imagine a jury will either.

This is from the district attorney.

Tell us where the girl is

and he'll guarantee you
protective custody

while you're in prison.

You do not wanna find yourself
in gen pop, Agent Diaz.

Especially not after your cartel friends
realize you've been spying on them.

Look, I'm sorry.

I wish I could help.

Actually, I think
you're hoping Emily dies.

Because then there's no one
to testify.

You might actually get away
with everything.

Did you know that the apartment
you're doing the undercover stint in

is about half a block away
from an Ethiopian restaurant?

I get takeout from there sometimes.
So, what?

Did you also know that there
are exactly five pre-war buildings

in a one-mile radius
of that restaurant and your apartment?

Three of those buildings
are abandoned.

It's ideal
for stashing a kidnapped girl.

Holmes shared a theory with me.

He thinks Emily's being kept
in a pre-war building

in close proximity
to an Ethiopian restaurant.

Right now,
I've got a small army of cops

searching
the aforementioned buildings.

Now, personally, I think it's just
a matter of time before they find her.

But considering
that she needs medical attention,

I would prefer it be sooner
rather than later.

Now, if you'd like to reconsider
the DA's generous offer,

you know where we'll be.

Wait.

Wait.

RHYS: You'd think after everything
I've done to my liver,

it could deflect a couple of bullets,
huh?

Emily. Is she?

Safe. Recovered a short while ago.

Where's your better half?

As you can imagine, Miss Watson was
quite spent after this morning's ordeal.

She's getting some rest.

She saved my life, you know.

As I understand it,
she was just returning the favor.

What's this?

Money.

Not my father's money.

I returned that a few hours ago.

It's just some cash I keep lying around
the brownstone to pay informants.

It's not much, but I assume
you'll want to go on the lam again

once you've recovered.

Is that for my benefit or for yours?

The road to recovery, I've found,
is as treacherous as it is tedious.

Tests of my sobriety arise
almost daily.

You were just the most recent.

Hey.

I believe in you.

Always will.

Dad.

Emily.

[EMILY SOBBING]

And here I thought old Angus
had finally met his maker.

You remembered his name.

Consider us touched.

How long have I been asleep for?

- Just over six hours.
- Ugh.

You did a remarkable thing today,
Watson.

I just stopped the bleeding
till the paramedics got there.

After you incapacitated
an armed gunman.

Angus helped.

He offered me cocaine last night.

Rhys.

He thought I needed it
to find his daughter.

It was right there on the table.

That's why I threw him
into the chair.

But you didn't use it.

Wanna talk about it?

Not with you.

That is to say, I think it's a tale
more suited to a group setting.

Others may find inspiration
in my abstinence, apparently.

There's a meeting in Cobble Hill

- in about...
- 15 minutes. Yeah.

So I was thinking, if you can hold off
on dinner for a bit then,

you might join me?