Elementary (2012–…): Season 1, Episode 2 - While You Were Sleeping - full transcript

ERIC: I have been sober for two years,
seven months and 13 days now.

I could give you how many hours
in seconds,

but then you might think
I'm obsessive.

[GROUP CHUCKLES]

I guess I just wanna say thank you.

Without these meetings,
without the support of people like you,

I just don't know where I'd be.

[GROUP APPLAUDS]

MAN: Thanks, Eric.
- Hey.

You okay?

MAN: All right,
we're gonna wrap things up now.

- Uh, tomorrow's meeting...
- Amygdala! Ahem.

Hmm. Six o'clock.

Excellent.

What do you mean,
you put yourself in a trance?

Hypnotize myself. Simple, really.
The key is word repetition.

My word, as you may have guessed,
is "amygdala."

So you hypnotized yourself
at your first group support meeting?

Couldn't listen to all those sob stories,
now, could I?

That's the whole point.

And, you know, when you feel
comfortable, you can share.

You've lived with me a week now,
Watson. You know I don't share.

- Well, then why can't you listen?
- Attic Theory.

I've always believed the human brain
is like an attic.

A storage space for facts.

But because that space is finite,
it must be filled only with the things

one needs to be
the best version of oneself.

It's important, therefore,
not to have useless facts...

The natterings that comprise a typical
support group meeting, for example.

- Crowding out useful ones. Just...

- Can I borrow this?
WOMAN 1: What are you doing?

WOMAN 2: He's nuts.
- Your brain.

Useful facts.
Useful, viscous, golden.

Natterings.

That is the stupidest thing
I've ever heard.

- That is not even how the brain works.
- It's how my brain works.

Okay, more natterings. I am going to
a dinner tonight with a friend,

but I will be back before 10,
so I'll be there at 8...

Two whole hours by my lonesome?

Aren't you worried
I'll go on some sort of binge?

Well, brief stretches apart
are actually a...

A natural progression in our
companionship. Yes, you mentioned.

But just to be safe, I will be giving you
a drug test when I get home.

[PHONE RINGS]

Captain Gregson.

How may I be of assistance?

GREGSON:
Name's Casey McManus.

Walked through his front door tonight
and took one right between the eyes.

Cousin's on the job.

Patrolman assigned
to the 116 in Queens.

That's why I called you.
Gotta have my best guys on this.

You said on the phone
he walked in on a burglar.

He did.
His wallet and watch are gone.

The drawers were tossed too.

Victim probably startled the perp
when he came in from the hall.

Holmes, Ms. Watson,
meet Detective Bell,

another one of my best guys.

- Hi.
GREGSON: He's point on the case.

You're the consultant, right?

- I heard good things.
- Yeah, of course you did.

Who's he?

GREGSON:
Neighbor from across the hall.

He's the one who saw the body
and called 911.

Captain.

- I'll wait in the hall.
- Why must you continue to act like

you've never seen a dead body before?
You were a surgeon.

You went to medical school.
Surely you worked on cadavers.

Right, because that's exactly
the same thing.

[SNIFFING]

Detective Bell!

You would classify this as a
robbery-homicide, would you not?

- Yeah.
- You would be wrong.

This was a robbery and a homicide.
Ampersand, not dash.

There were two separate crimes

committed by
two separate perpetrators.

The trajectory of the bullet that killed
Mr. McManus traces back to this chair.

The killer was seated
when she pulled the trigger.

- "She"?
- I smell T-Blossom brand deodorant

on the leather.

It's lady's deodorant.
A woman sat here quite recently.

None of your people, of course.
This is an active crime scene.

And knowing you, captain,
they know better.

That leaves the shooter.

Go on.

The second crime, the robbery,
was committed by a man.

A very strong man judging by the items
he removed from the apartment.

How strong does a guy have to be
to steal a wallet and a watch?

You're forgetting the armoire.

Dust patterns on the wall and the floor
tell us it stood here,

as do these scratches on the floor.

- You're nuts.
WATSON: Actually he's not.

It was a very heavy piece of furniture.
And this building has no elevator.

Are we to suppose that the thief got it
down six flights of stairs

before the police arrived?
Of course not.

Yet the scratches on the floor tell us
it was dragged into the tiled hallway.

Makes me think
it never left this floor.

What do you think?

Yeah, thought so.

- Across the hall, you said?
- You can't go in there.

- You need a warrant.
HOLMES: Bureaucracy

is one of the many reasons
I'm not a policeman.

GREGSON:
Holmes, halt.

Thief.
Now all you need is your killer.

Casey was already dead
when I found him.

I should've called the cops first, but
things have been so bad for me lately.

You know, I just...
The freaking economy, I...

And that armoire was an antique.
It's worth 2 grand at least.

But I s... I never laid a finger on him.

No, you didn't.

- You put a bullet in his brain.
MAN: No, look, I'm telling you...

Wrong, wrong, wrong!

What's wrong?

I couldn't have
been much clearer earlier.

There were two crimes,
two perpetrators.

This guy had all of the victim's stuff.

But no gun.
Not anywhere in his apartment.

I suspect the GSR test
your people performed

will show that he hasn't
fired one of late.

Also he isn't wearing any deodorant,

let alone lady's T-Blossom,
or hadn't you noticed?

You're the only one who could smell
anything on that chair.

The chair, right.
I'm glad you brought that up.

If per Detective Bell's theory,

the burglar was startled
by the victim's unexpected return,

why was he sitting down?

- It's a curious time to take a load off.
- You know what, Sherlock?

Hey, do you mind getting me
a bag of chips?

I think there's a vending machine
around the corner.

I didn't even know him.

It wasn't even like we were friends
or anything like that.

He wasn't asked to consult here
because of his charming personality.

Was he always like this?

I mean, back when you knew him
in Scotland Yard?

He was a pain in the ass.

But he was also very, very good.

He said when he introduced you
last week

that you were his, uh,
personal valet?

That's, uh, sort of like a butler, right?

You must've been really happy
when he relocated here in New York.

Actually he reached out to me
before he left London two weeks ago.

- He called you from London?
- Yeah.

Said he was calling from Heathrow.

Why?

Excuse me.

[BELL SIGHS]

Neighbor just won't cop
to the shooting.

- Says he wants a lawyer.
- Hmm. Smart man.

He didn't kill anyone.
He should get a lawyer.

He's also saying he passed
a strange woman on the stairwell

right before he found
the victim's body.

- Did he get a good look at her?
BELL: He could describe her to a T.

Probably because she's a product
of his freaking imagination.

Obviously he heard
Harry Potter here

say something about a female shooter
back at the scene,

and now he's trying
to serve us one on a platter.

Sit him with a sketch artist, circulate
an image of this woman ASAP.

- Who's running this investigation?
- This case is important for your men.

- Chasing a fictional shooter.
HOLMES: You wanna risk

- pinning murder on the wrong person?
- Call headquarters

- and get me a sketch artist.
- But, captain...

If he's wrong, he's wrong,
but I wanna know he's wrong.

HOLMES:
That was impressive earlier,

noticing the photograph of the armoire
at the victim's house.

I didn't need it to prove my point,
of course, but it helped.

You're welcome.

Um, I've gotta go
meet my friend soon.

You're going to be okay
getting home by yourself?

This, uh, friend that you're meeting,

when was the last time
you slept with him?

It's quite obvious it's a he
and an ex-lover.

You go out of your way to avoid gender
every time you talk about him

and avert your gaze
every time you say "friend."

As to how I know
it's not a current lover,

- your walk speaks volumes.
- My walk?

Study in Belgium showed that
a woman's recent orgasmic history

can be discerned from her gait.
Yours would indicate it's been a while.

Is it sad being wrong
as often as you are right?

My advice, sleep with him.
Do wonders for your mood.

WATSON: Ty, hey, sorry I'm late.
- Oh, please.

I should be apologizing. I'm the one
who had to reschedule twice.

That's true. DA's keeping you busy?

If I don't keep winning cases for him,
how will I ever take his job?

[CHUCKLES]

How about you? You just started
with a client last week, right?

- How's it going?
- Good, fine, great.

So, what is she?
An alcoholic, addict, both?

You know I don't talk about
my clients, right?

Sorry. Ahem.

I know we're not together anymore,
but I still worry about you.

I'm fine.

The thing is, I'm not the only one
who's worried.

Oh, my God, my parents.
Tell me they didn't reach out to you.

You're not returning their calls.

Yeah, I don't need a lecture
every time I speak to them, so...

They're confused, Joan.
You used to be a surgeon.

Now you babysit drug addicts.

I know how much it hurt
when you lost that patient,

but if you're doing all this
as some kind of penance...

I am doing this
because I'm actually good at it.

I don't know why that's so hard
to understand.

- Hey, I made coffee.
- Thank you.

It'll be right here when you're ready.

Didn't take my advice, I see.

Didn't sleep with your ex.

What are you working on?

Casey McManus' preliminary autopsy
report came in a little while ago.

Just going through
some of the particulars.

I thought there was only one particular,
the gunshot wound to the head.

Victim also suffered from
endothelial corneal dystrophy.

Oh, that's a gray clouding
of the cornea.

That's a genetic disorder.

- But how is that relevant?
- How is it not?

Um...

Can we talk about
Captain Gregson?

He's married, I'm afraid,
quite happily.

[SNIFFS]

You're funny.

I was talking to him the other night,

and I wanted to know
why you didn't tell him

where you were
the last six months.

He said you called him from Heathrow
ten days ago

when I know for a fact that
you were in rehab still in New York.

You're a highly decorated
New York City Police captain.

Would you allow a drug addict
access to sensitive cases?

- I'm not saying...
- I can help him, but only if he lets me.

Okay, you're not under...

Telling him would be a violation of our
client-companion privilege. I could sue.

I am not going to tell him anything,
obviously.

I just think it's sad that you can't be
honest with a man who,

as far as I can tell, is the closest thing
you have to a friend. That's all.

[PHONE RINGING]

- Sherlock Holmes.
BELL: Yeah, it's Bell.

The captain gave me your number.

Look, I can't believe I'm saying this,

but I found the woman from the sketch
that was generated last night.

The one the neighbor saw leaving
Casey McManus' apartment?

BELL: Yeah. How fast can you get
to St. Isidora Hospital on East 93rd?

I assume you already got
one of these?

Yeah, dark hair, mid-30s,
approximately 5'4".

Captain Gregson e-mailed me.
Where is she?

I'm getting to that.
First I'm gonna tell you how I got here.

I was about to put the sketch
out wide last night

when one of my old Uni buddies
said sketch girl looked familiar.

Well, he gave me a name
and the name got me to a photograph.

Yvette Ellison, dark hair, mid-30s.

I slipped the picture into a photo array
for the neighbor,

and he picked it out right away.

He said, and I quote,
"There was no doubt about it."

This was the girl he saw
on the stairs last night.

Are you going to make me guess
where she is, detective,

- or are you going to show me?
- I'm gonna show you.

Mr. Holmes, Ms. Watson,
meet Yvette Ellison.

She tried to kill herself
three days ago.

Chased a vial of sleeping pills
with a bottle of vodka.

My buddy was on the scene

when the paramedics took her away,
which is why he recognized her.

She's been in a coma ever since.

- Three days ago?
- Yeah, the neighbor lied.

Made up a description and then ID'd
one of the only people in the city

we know couldn't have killed
Casey McManus last night,

so thanks for the, uh, consultation,
but I think I'll take it from here.

WATSON: So Bell was right...
- Shh.

- Yvette!
- What is wrong with you?

Closed eyes do not necessarily
a coma make.

You think she's faking?

[SNIFFING]

It's T-Blossom deodorant,
the same as in the crime scene.

WATSON:
What are you doing?

- I'm looking for a syringe.
- What for?

I'm going to stab it into the softest part
of Ms. Ellison's thigh.

Lots of nerve endings there. No one
can fake their way through that.

If you wanted to know if she was really
in a coma, all you had to do was ask.

That's okay, but I can't stab her
in the thigh?

It's a test for pseudo coma.

When the patient's hand is released
directly above the face,

it should strike the face
on the way down.

Easy to fake.

Yeah, well, respiration
and pupillary response aren't,

and hers are consistent with a patient
in a comatose state.

Her coma is real.
She didn't kill that man last night.

Can I help you?

- Your patient?
- She is.

Her coma is quite real.

WATSON: That was a dead end.
- Actually it wasn't.

Detective Bell found the right face,
but the wrong girl.

There was a book on
Yvette's nightstand.

Someone's been reading it to her.

The inscription
on the inside cover said,

"To Yvette and Rebecca
on your 5th birthday."

"Your 5th birthday,"
as in the birthday you both share.

Yvette has a twin.

Yvette and Rebecca Ellison were
the only children of Charles Ellison,

who died several months ago.

Charles Ellison, why does that name
sound familiar?

Shipping magnate, multimillionaire.

Two parks and a school
named after him.

According to this, Rebecca has run
the family's charitable trust for years.

So you think
Casey McManus' neighbor

didn't see Yvette last night,
but her sister?

I daresay you're getting the hang
of deductive reasoning, Watson.

Excuse me, could you point us
in the direction of Rebecca Ellison?

I'm Rebecca Ellison.

Uh, she has dark hair,
brown eyes, freckles.

I'm sorry, I think you might be
confusing me with my sister Yvette.

We're fraternal twins, not identical.

She's, um... She's not well right now.
She's in the hospital.

Is there something
I can help you with?

We're good. Thanks.

- Having fun?
- Can't you tell?

You're still thinking about the case.

Obviously Yvette Ellison
didn't kill Casey McManus,

but given that his neighbor picked her
out of a photo array,

stands to reason that the real killer
bears a striking resemblance.

The question is, who is she
and what did she have against Casey?

Well, is it possible
that Detective Bell was right

and that the neighbor was lying
about seeing the woman on the stairs?

Hey, I found something
in the hall closet the other day.

Was it the zipper mask? I swear,
I'm just holding that for a friend.

It's a trophy from an old case.
Forgot I still had it. Feel free to bin it.

Uh, I know it's yours
because it has "S. Holmes"

- engraved under the strings.
- So I used to play. What of it?

Well, I just thought it might be a nice
addition to your post-rehab regimen.

Playing an instrument
can relieve a lot of stress.

You think I'm stressed?

I think you have a lot on your plate

and you're not going easy on yourself
with all this work with the police.

I don't play anymore. Attic theory.

Playing took up space in my brain,
so I stopped.

That doesn't even make any sense.

You can't unlearn something
you already know.

[PHONE RINGING]

Five bucks says it's the ex-boyfriend.

Answer it. I'm not going anywhere.

- Hey.
TY: Hey.

- Bad time?
- Uh, not great.

TY:
Is everything okay?

Um... What's up?

I just left work and wanted to see
how you were doing.

I'm fine.

TY:
But you said it wasn't a good time.

Well, I'm just kind of in the middle of,
you know, something. What...?

- Oh, my God. What the hell?
- Joan, what is it? Is everything okay?

- Ty, I have to call you back.
- You were right about the stress relief.

I felt like Jimi Hendrix
for a second there.

- You didn't have to do that.
- Ty, funny name that.

- Noun, verb, nationality.
- Stop changing subjects.

Stop mucking with my things.

I wouldn't have to
if you'd open up to me.

We're supposed to learn
about each other.

That's how companionship
works.

[PHONE RINGING]

Good evening, captain.
How may I help?

GREGSON:
You can meet me in Queens.

There's been
another shooting death.

Looks like the same gun
that killed Casey McManus.

Well, given Casey McManus' neighbor
has been in custody since last night,

I'd say that officially clears him
of the murder, wouldn't you?

I'm big enough to admit
when I'm wrong.

Doesn't mean he didn't lie
about the neighbor he claimed to see.

Shooter was seated again.
Any thoughts to why?

[SNIFFS]

I smell the same deodorant
I smelled at the first scene.

So we know
what our killer smells like.

Too bad we can't put out
an APB on an armpit.

WATSON:
Sherlock?

You said the first victim suffered
from corneal dystrophy, didn't you?

- What of it?
- This medicine is used to treat it.

BELL: News trucks are here.
- Perfect.

You want to tell them
we got two victims

with no discernible link, or should I?

Actually, captain,
the link is quite discernible.

Both victims suffered
from the same rare genetic disorder,

clouding of the corneas.

If you ignore the skin color
for the moment

and you note the, uh, widow's peak,
the bone structure of the face,

you tell me they don't look
the least bit familiar.

Casey McManus and this woman
were more than just linked.

They were brother and sister.

GREGSON:
You were right about the two victims.

DNA test showed
that they were half-siblings.

For what it's worth,

the genetic traits here suggest
that the parent they had in common

- was the father.
- Yeah, our ME said the same thing.

But according to interviews
with the friends and family members,

neither knew the other one existed.

Casey McManus' mom had him
out of wedlock.

She never told him
who his real dad was.

Ditto for Anna Webster.

Far as they knew,
they were only children.

Both shared a mystery dad.

Both were murdered
within a day of each other.

Obviously not a coincidence.

Think maybe he was the one
who killed them?

No, I still think the killer's a woman.

But identifying Dad might get us
closer to identifying her.

Surely the victims' mothers
can help on that front.

Yeah, you'd think.

Casey's mom died
in a car accident in '97.

And Webster's died
of cancer in 2008.

Neither are talking to anybody.

Just found this.

Anna Webster filed a complaint
a few weeks ago

about a guy she thought
was following her.

Saw him parked outside her home
one morning

and snapped a few pictures
from her window.

Now, I'm thinking maybe
that's the father we're trying to find.

The age is right.

There's approximately
zero family resemblance.

Not Dad, not by a long shot.

I'm pretty sure
Holmes is right on this one.

- How?
- Because believe it or not,

I know this guy.

- Tommy Gregson, as I live and breathe.
- Ha-ha-ha.

MIKE:
How long has it been, five years?

- Hey, Mike, how you been?
- Take a look around, you tell me.

Mike and I came up together
in the department.

Then he got all high-and-mighty.

He started working
for the private sector.

Became top investigator
for White Shoe & White Shoe here.

Mike, this is Detective Bell,
Ms. Watson, and Mr. Holmes.

Yeah, any of you thirsty?
My girl makes a killer espresso.

No, actually, we're sort of on a clock.

We were hoping
that you were able to tell us

why you were trailing this girl
a few weeks ago.

I haven't seen her before in my life.

Mike.

Um, can't talk about it.

It has to do with a case
for one of my firm's clients.

It's protected by privilege.

- Mike, this girl got killed last night.
MIKE: I know.

I saw it on the news. I think it stinks.

And she seemed like a good kid,
but you know how it is, rules are rules.

- Mike, who are you talking to?
- Excuse me. Sorry, could you just...?

Excuse me a second. Would you mind
just telling me a little bit more

about this beautiful plant?

You work a lot of late nights,
Mr. McGee. I can tell by your eyes.

But what else I can tell is that
you've turned to methamphetamines

to stay awake and alert.

You blink excessively.
Your eyes dart.

You've also lost a great deal of weight
over the last few months,

even though your diet's
as revolting as ever.

The fact that your carotid has started
jumping up and down like a basketball

makes me think that your stash
is nearby. It's in your desk, perhaps?

Tell us what we need to know
right now,

and I won't start throwing
your drawers open

in front of Captain Gregson
and Detective Bell.

Also, um, when you're ready
to get your life back on track,

Hemdale Rehabilitation Facility gets
my very strongest recommendation.

- They even have a pool.
- Yeah.

Uh, Tommy, since you and I
go back a ways,

I'm gonna take this file
and put it on my desk.

I'm gonna go hit the head.

You know, whatever happens in here
while I'm gone, you know, happens.

GREGSON: Appreciate it.
- Yeah. Sure, Tommy.

Sure.

Casey McManus and Anna Webster.

You hired your lawyers to investigate
them several months ago. Why?

Because you discovered that Casey
and Anna were your half-siblings.

Your father Charles,

as successful a businessman
as he was potent a philanderer,

sired them out of wedlock
decades ago.

Paid their mothers to keep quiet.

He told you and Yvette
of their existence on his deathbed.

Now they're both dead. Coincidence?
I suspect not.

What are you talking about?
What do you mean, they're both dead?

What he means, Ms. Ellison,
is that you don't have to worry

about them coming
after your money anymore.

We know that Charles left his fortune
to you and Yvette,

but he failed to include
language in his will

that would exclude his bastard children
from laying claim to their share of it.

That made them pretermitted heirs
in the eyes of the law,

which meant that if they ever
discovered their father's true identity,

they'd have been able to sue
for a piece of his considerable estate,

potentially reducing you
and your sister's inheritance

by as much as two-thirds.

That's why you hired your lawyers
to investigate them,

and that's why
I believe you killed them.

I didn't kill anyone.

Can you account for your whereabouts
the last two nights

between the hours
of 8 p.m. And 10 p. M?

- I was at home. I was alone.
- That means no.

Maybe it's time we took this back
to the precinct.

No. No.

Look, you're right about my dad.

He did tell me and my sister about
Casey and Anna right before he died.

And, yes, we knew they could lay claim
to at least part of the estate.

It was very difficult for us.
We were very angry with him.

We couldn't believe he would
keep something like that from us,

but he was very sick, and we...

After he died, we went back and forth
about what we should do.

Neither of us wanted to have
to keep his secret,

but to give tens of millions of dollars
to two virtual strangers

seemed insane.

That's why we reached out
to his attorneys.

We wanted them to look
into Casey and Anna

so we could have all
the facts at our disposal.

Where they lived, perhaps,
how one might get into their homes.

No, nothing like that.

We just wanted to know
what kind of people they were.

But then before we could make
any sort of decision,

Yvette went into a tailspin.

She started seeing a married man,
started drinking.

And then she tried to kill herself.

The suicide attempt, right,

because I'm starting to wonder
if that's what that really was.

I have to assume that
with Yvette out of the way,

you stood to inherit the Ellison fortune
in its entirety.

It wouldn't surprise me to learn
that you found some way

to compel her to take those pills.

I would never hurt my sister.

Ms. Ellison, if you'll come with us.

HOLMES:
Just one thing.

Why disguise yourself as Yvette
to commit the murders?

A witness saw you at the first scene,
but he described your sister to a T.

You're a fraternal twin,
but with a wig, bit of a makeup,

you bear more than
a passing resemblance.

The question is,
why would you want to?

What was the point of trying to frame
a woman in a coma?

You even put on her deodorant.
Master stroke, when you think about it.

You're insane.

- She really got you, huh?
- Lefty. Caught me by surprise.

This one, leathery from slaps.
This one, baby's bottom.

Ty, what the hell are you doing here?

What do you mean,
what am I doing here?

Dinner, remember? You said 6.

I didn't say anything.
How did you even find this place?

Your e-mail, said your friend
was having a party, I should come.

Ty! Such a pleasure.
Joan's told me so little about you.

- You hacked my e-mail?
- "Hack" is such an ugly word.

- Joan, what's going on?
- What does it look like? It's a soiree.

Not sure about this, though.
Bit of a party foul. Unless...

- You know what? This was a mistake.
- I don't understand.

- Who is that guy?
- He's my...

He's my friend and he's a prankster,

and he brought you here
to mess with me. So...

- He's your boyfriend.
- No!

Wow, not even close.

You know what? I am so sorry.
I'm gonna call you tomorrow, okay?

I backed out of drinks
with the DA for this.

Tell your friend he's lucky
I didn't slug him.

[MUTTERS]
If you ever do, swing from the left.

Where's he going?
Was it something I said?

Invading my privacy, not okay.

Said the walking, talking
professional invasion of privacy.

I am here to work with you.
I thought you understood that by now.

You said we were supposed to
be learning more about each other.

That's how companionship works,
is it not?

Is this because of the violin
yesterday?

Because I think you made your point
when you set it on fire!

I haven't made my point
unless you've absorbed it.

Friendship is not a requirement
of cohabitation.

I'll keep my secrets, you keep yours.

Provided I'm still sober in five weeks,
we'll go our separate ways, hmm?

[PHONE RINGING]

- Holmes.
GREGSON: It's Captain Gregson.

Just thought you should know
we're letting Rebecca Ellison go.

What?

GREGSON: Searches of her home
and business didn't turn up anything

and security cameras at her apartment
confirm she was there

at the time of each murder
just like she said she was.

She enters before 7 both nights and
doesn't leave until the next morning.

She didn't kill Casey McManus
or Anna Webster.

You guys know being up here
is a big step.

Part of me is afraid of talking
about my addiction...

I cannot believe that with everything
we have to do,

you have dragged me
to another addict festival.

We have nowhere else to be
for the next 45 minutes

but here at this meeting.

She tricked them.

I don't know how yet,
but she tricked them.

Rebecca Ellison.

I still think she's the one that murdered
Casey McManus and Anna Webster.

What? Would you rather
I put myself in another trance?

I already thought of that.

Got it off the board over there.

You even think about zoning out,

it goes into the softest part
of your thigh.

- Lots of nerve endings there.
- You wouldn't dare.

MAN:
Who'd like to go next?

My name is Elaine and I'm an addict.

GROUP:
Hi, Elaine.

I am exactly 360 days sober.

Five more,
and I hit my one-year mark.

I know I should be proud.

I know I should be excited,
but I can't be.

Because I'm not the only one
whose life was ruined by my addiction.

- My drug was difficult to find...
- I'm playing the violin again.

The world's smallest.
I thought you'd be happy.

ELAINE:
But eventually, they catch on to you.

Which is why I decided to latch on
to a doctor instead.

I met this great guy, Steven, a GP,

and I acted like
I was all into him, you know?

He was married.
He had three beautiful daughters.

But I didn't care about that.

All I cared about was me
and what I needed.

When we were together,
I didn't even see him.

All I saw were the drugs.

And eventually his wife found out
and called the police,

and even though I was the one
who started it all,

he was the one who went to jail.

You see, he had taken an oath.
He promised to do no harm.

But what about the harm
I did to him?

- We have to leave.
- What?

You're required by your father
to attend these meetings.

I had a breakthrough
regarding the investigation.

You want me to sit
and tell stories like a child.

I know you'd say anything
to get out of these meetings.

If you think these meetings matter,
then fine,

tomorrow I'll go to two, or ten,
but right now I have a killer to stop.

- Tell me what your breakthrough is.
- What?

You had some sort of breakthrough.
What is it?

There isn't time for this!

We need to find out where
Rebecca Ellison is right now.

You said earlier we don't
need to be friends, and you're right.

But we do need to trust each other.

Tell me what's going on
and I will try and help you.

Don't, and I will
be the opposite of help.

"For I consider brains far superior
to money in every way.

You may have noticed that
if one has money..."

Murderer!

You may have fooled the police.
You didn't fool me.

I know you're the one who killed
Casey McManus and Anna Webster.

Get out right now. Nurse!

The surveillance cameras
in your building.

The ones that support
your so-called "alibi."

You tampered with them somehow.

DOCTOR: What's going on?
HOLMES: I'm on to you.

Matter of fact, I'm way ahead of you.

I know all about
the third pretermitted heir.

- What?
- Daddy's third bastard.

I figured out who she is.

Mary Margaret Phelps,
80-33 West Tremont, Morris Heights.

Don't pretend you don't know.

- You're not that good an actress.
- Holmes, back away.

When I couldn't talk you out of coming,
I texted him.

Yes, that's right. The opposite of help.
Thank you.

You know what? It doesn't matter,
because as of tonight,

Mary Margaret has her own
personal bodyguard. Me.

I'll be watching her 24/7,
and I won't let you anywhere near her.

- That's enough.
HOLMES: Get off!

Okay, that's it. Come on.

You just assaulted a police officer,

which means you get
to spend the night in jail. Let's go.

HOLMES: You haven't seen the last
of me, Ms. Ellison. Not by a long shot.

- I will not let you hurt the heir!
BELL: Excuse me.

Do you understand me?
I will not let you hurt her!

BELL:
Let's go.

GREGSON:
Put the gun down, Ms. Ellison.

Or do you prefer Yvette?

REBECCA: I don't understand.
She was in a coma.

- Now she's fine?
- It wasn't a regular coma.

It was medically induced
by her doctor.

He put her in and brought her out
as needed.

To kill Casey and Anna.
I don't understand. Why would he...?

Because he was the married man
with whom she was having an affair.

Obviously she never introduced you.

Because he was also part of her plan
to protect her money

from her father's
illegitimate children.

When I met him the other day,

I noticed a pale stripe of skin
on his finger.

Clearly he'd recently stopped wearing
his wedding band.

Didn't think anything of it
in the moment,

but then at a, um, gathering
I attended this evening,

I heard the story of a woman
who seduced her doctor

to take advantage
of his medical expertise.

And it got me thinking about you
and your sister's predicament.

Two heiresses learn
of the existence of two half-siblings

days before they're set to receive
their rather massive inheritance.

One has a big heart, the other... Hmm.

Big heart wants to share.
Get to know these people.

Welcome them as family and
share with them her many blessings.

Little heart would rather
see them dead.

Problem is she knows
that only she and one other person,

her sister, have motive to kill them.

She also knows that this motive,
in time,

could easily be traced back to her.

So, what does she do?

She finds herself an alibi
that is beyond reproach.

She enlists the help of someone
with the knowledge and the expertise

to not only help her stage
a suicide attempt,

but ease her into a coma.

Yvette's doctor was arrested
a little while ago.

He confessed to giving her
barbiturates to keep her unconscious

to trick the machines
that monitored her.

Also anyone who would want to
examine her when he wasn't around.

It wasn't a perfect plan, of course.

Between the drugs and the atrophied
muscles, she was quite weak.

That's why she was seated
when she shot Casey and Anna.

Because, in the moment,
it was too difficult to stand.

I never told you that I wanted to share
the money and Yvette didn't.

How did you know?

Why else would she go
to these lengths?

And what about the third heir? The one
whose house Yvette broke into.

- Is she okay?
- She's fine.

In that she never existed.
I made her up.

What you saw in the hospital,
none of it was real.

It was a trap.

I made a commotion to draw
Yvette's doctor in.

I announced the name
and address of the heir.

Mary Margaret Phelps, 80-33
West Tremont, so that he'd have them.

I then "assaulted" Detective Bell
so the good doctor would think that I,

the only apparent threat to his
and Yvette's plan,

was in jail for the night, allowing them
a very crucial window of opportunity.

And they took it.

Because even though neither of them
had even heard

of the third heir before tonight,
they couldn't take any chances.

As for the woman Yvette trailed
to her home,

she's an officer here at the precinct.

I have to contact our attorneys.

I need to see if they can help her.

I know what she did is unforgivable,
but she is still my sister.

There were only
two pretermitted heirs, Ms. Ellison.

Yvette killed
the second one yesterday.

So tell me,
why was she still in a coma today?

Why didn't she miraculously wake up
this morning?

Who did she have left to kill?

Do you think, perhaps,
it was someone

who stood between her
and the entirety of the family fortune?

You mind that big heart, Ms. Ellison.

It'll beat longer.

GREGSON:
You taking off?

- Case is closed, is it not?
GREGSON: It is.

Which is why you should come
join us for drinks in a bit.

- Bell here is buying.
- I'm under orders.

That said, I appreciate
the help you gave us.

So, what do you say?
Drinks in about an hour?

- Another time, perhaps.
- All right.

More malodorous takeout.
How wonderful.

- What is this, five nights in a row?
- It's Mediterranean.

I hope you like garlic.

You'd think that with what my father
is paying you, you'd learn to cook.

[CHUCKLES]

- What?
- You want to talk about

what happened
in the support meeting tonight?

- Something happened?
- You listened.

You let someone else's natterings
penetrate that attic you call a skull

and it helped you catch a killer.

You want a thank-you?
Fine. Thank you.

Do you close yourself off to people

and deny yourself things
that might bring you pleasure

not because it makes you
a better investigator,

but because it's some sort
of penance?

Penance?

For what happened in London.
Being addicted.

I guess it just occurred to me
that it might be something

that someone might do
and not even know it.

Well, you always know it, Watson.

If you didn't, it wouldn't be penance.

[HOLMES TUNING VIOLIN]

[HOLMES PLAYING BACH'S
"PARTITA FOR VIOLIN No. 2"]