Elementary (2012–…): Season 2, Episode 16 - The One Percent Solution - full transcript
Tensions rise when Holmes and Watson are forced to partner with Gareth Lestrade, Sherlock's former Scotland Yard colleague, on a bombing investigation.
Previously on Elementary...
Joan Watson, meet Gareth Lestrade.
My relationship with Lestrade
started as a marriage of convenience.
Because I prefer to work in anonymity,
the glory of my casework
was accrued to him.
Over the years, he became
accustomed to the spotlight.
He began to crave it.
You might say,
I turned him into an addict.
I'll thank you not to take credit
for any of my insights into the case.
LESTRADE: I always knew that
Lawrence Pendry
was, in fact, guilty and had
actually murdered his wife.
He called your bluff.
(indistinct conversation,
piano playing mellow jazz)
(phone buzzing)
(indistinct conversation continues)
(people laughing)
MAN: Sorry. I think
I have a call.
Oh, wait. It's not me.
Is it you?
Hey, I'm back.
(rooster crows)
(roosters clucking)
I was out on a small case last night.
Yeah, I was just at the bodega.
Ignacio said you helped him...
find out where his son
was getting so much cash.
Cockfighting.
I had to break up the ring, naturally.
Barbaric practice.
So you decided to bring
one of the chickens home?
(loud clucking)
Well, there are two combatants
in a cockfight.
I could have called Animal Control.
But it occurred to me,
we have an opportunity.
There's some debate
as to whether these creatures,
once perverted by their keepers,
can be weaned
from their aggressive tendencies.
The process, as it stands now, is tedious,
highly imperfect... I believe
it can be improved upon.
I believe that, by this time,
several days hence,
Romulus and Remus
will be living side by side,
two cocks in harmony.
All right. Good luck.
I'm not feeding them.
You seem upset. Do you have
an aversion to cocks?
Not as a species.
I have an aversion
to these particular...
(clucking continuing)
You know what?
I'm not 12.
I'm not calling them that.
Feed your roosters.
(phone chimes)
It's Captain Gregson.
Wants to meet us immediately.
GREGSON: So, reps from
the Treasury Department
and the Labor Department
were in town from DC.
They were trying to sell the big banks
on the president's latest budget,
and someone detonated a bomb.
Six people are dead.
What kind of explosive?
Bomb squad isn't sure.
It's definitely homemade, but intricate.
So, the people
from the government were meeting
with the bankers here?
Bomb was under the table...
They were targeted?
We think so, yeah.
One more thing.
Two of the vice presidents of the bank
that were killed were
from Whitbrook-Balsille.
Richard Balsille, the CEO?
Apparently, he's got a security czar
on his payroll,
someone who conducts threat
assessments for the company.
Security Czar? Really?
GREGSON: Yeah.
Balsille's got pull with the mayor,
so, we're supposed to give his guy
access to the investigation.
Well, sorry...
I refuse, on principle, to work
with anyone who would willingly
refer to themselves as a "czar."
Actually, you already know him.
The two of you worked together
at Scotland Yard.
Sherlock Holmes.
As I live and breathe.
Lestrade.
Well, I haven't seen you
since you were publicly
claiming credit for my work.
That's one way of looking at it.
Yes, one accurate way.
Well, who's to say what's
accurate and what's not?
Me.
Watson, if you like.
I always find truth
somewhere in the middle.
Hello, Miss Watson.
Happy to see you again.
Joan. Please.
Uh, but you look good.
Yes, well, I...
I am good.
Gutted about all of this, of course,
but other than that,
I'm excellent, and delighted
to see the pair of you.
(wry laugh)
So how about it, Holmes?
You ready to match wits?
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You probably thought I was on the skids.
Why would you say that?
WOMAN:
Fresh coconut water,
Mr. Lestrade.
Ah, thanks. Lovely.
Healthy stuff.
Good for the rehydration.
That's my assistant, you see...
Miss Truepenny.
Yeah, she wants to be a
consulting detective, too.
She wrote to me
every day, begging for an interview.
I cracked.
Now, as I recall, you weren't too keen
about me striking out on my own, were you?
What, you thought
I couldn't hack it without you, did you?
That's not precisely how I put it.
LESTRADE:
Yeah, well, anyway,
Fleet Street took rather a shine to me
after that whole Lawrence Pendry thing.
Yeah. I got awful lots of work,
got chat show interviews.
You know, they even asked me
to do one of those DOUG Chats
about the science of deduction.
DOUG Chat?
Wait. You never heard of a DOUG chat?
No.
Well, they're like these conferences
about the spread of ideas.
Anyway, Richard Balsille...
uh, he of Whitbrook-Balsille...
saw mine, got in contact, said he was in
the business of talent acquisition,
and he dragged me
on board.
(phone chimes)
Must be satisfying work.
WATSON:
That's my friend
from St. Bede's.
Two of the survivors
have been assessed
with superficial injuries.
They're ready to talk.
I'm just going
to ring Mr. Balsille
and get him to send a helicopter.
It's eight blocks away.
Well... Uh, yes.
Hello? Hello! Yes...
You never heard of DOUG Chats?
Of course I've heard of them.
I just refuse to shovel coal
onto the bonfire of that man's ego.
Ms. Forrester, you work for
the Department of Labor, right?
I'm sorry. My ears
are still ringing.
That's all right. We appreciate
you talking with us.
You work with the Department of Labor?
I'm an executive
undersecretary at the Office
of Congressional Affairs.
And you were at the end of the
table when the bomb went off?
That's where executive
undersecretaries go.
Did you notice anything suspicious?
No, it was just lunch.
Same as we do every quarter.
Sorry. You said, "That's where
executive undersecretaries go."
Was there a prearranged
seating assignment?
Would you mind writing that out for us?
Seating arrangements?
No offense, mate,
but I think we might be able
to aim a little higher
than that, don't you? Right?
Uh, Miss... Miss Forrester...
now, you say didn't see anything unusual,
but, in my experience,
memory can prove to be a bit
of a tricky mistress.
Sometimes when I'm interviewing
potential witnesses,
I ask them to do what I
like to call a deep dive.
That's a way of just shaking loose stuff
that might be lurking deep down there.
Would you be willing to
perform a dive with me?
Um... sure.
Fabulous.
Um, just give me your hand.
Now, I want you to close your eyes...
Watson and I will be off
interviewing the restaurant manager.
Miss Forrester, if you could
write out that chart for us
when you emerge from the depths.
LESTRADE:
Close your eyes.
Take a deep breath.
Don't be s...
I don't think anyone broke into
the place to plant the bomb.
If they did, we didn't notice.
Everything seemed normal this morning?
Sure.
John had to go home sick,
but after that, everything was business
as usual.
John?
Yeah, John Bowden.
He's one of our servers.
He came in for about 20 minutes,
then said his stomach was upset.
Is he a contented employee?
He's an okay worker,
but he's a pain in the ass.
He tried unionize the
dishwashing staff a while back.
He's always talking about how
he can't stand the clientele.
Now, I know that sounds
kind of ominous,
but he's annoying.
He's not a terrorist.
Call us if he gets there, okay?
Bowden never showed up to his apartment.
His roommates have no idea where he is.
LESTRADE: Right.
Now, follow me.
Uh... (clears throat)
Sherlock?
One seating plan... check.
How do you do?
A waiter with radical leanings
who showed up for work this morning,
and left ten minutes later.
His name's John Bowden.
(phone ringing)
Oh.
Captain.
GREGSON: Every publication in the city
with a circulation
over 50,000 just got a statement
taking credit
for the bomb at the restaurant.
I'm gonna test your knowledge.
I'm gonna read you the first couple lines.
"Soon, you'll be ashes
"or bones, a mere name at most,
"and even that is just a sound, an echo.
The things we want in life
are empty, stale, trivial."
It's from a book called Meditations.
Yes.
We know. It's not signed,
but it sounds a hell of a lot
like the notes that came in
every time the guy the press
calls Aurelius sets off a bomb.
You know him, right?
Three bombs in ten years,
kissing cousin to the Unabomber.
Yes, of course.
Aurelius espouses
a perversion of Stoic philosophy
as justification for his crimes.
I'm sending you the full text
in an e-mail right now.
Someone just claimed credit for the bomb.
Right. Aurelius.
So, we're off
to big game now, are we?
There is a Great White
loose in these waters.
Which is it?
Beg your pardon?
Are we hunting game,
or are we fishing for sharks?
'Cause you can't have it both
ways, metaphorically speaking.
LESTRADE:
Like any art form,
the science of deduction and analysis
requires years of arduous study.
You see, one lifetime
is not enough to master it.
No, no, try several.
So where does one start?
Well, if you want my advice,
you start straightaway...
WATSON:
Take-out's downstairs.
LESTRADE:
...with a simple problem.
But you might be too,
uh, busy working to eat.
It's revolting, isn't it?
My name is Gareth Lestrade,
and I headed up...
A room full of people so accustomed
to their own flatulence,
they don't notice the stench anymore.
Lestrade treated you like crap,
he took credit for your work.
He uses your words in his interviews.
If it bothers you, you
should say something to him.
To what end?
The man has chosen vanity and
the pursuit of the spotlight.
Nothing I say is going to change that.
It's not about changing him.
It's about putting it out there,
so you can focus on finding Aurelius,
instead of watching Lestrade yammer.
When we first ran into him, you said
that you expected him to
crash and burn without you.
Did you?
I didn't give it much thought.
Oh.
Yes, of course I did.
So, are you mad that he's
still stealing your act,
or annoyed that he managed to pull it off?
What I do is not an act.
And I'm not pursuing Aurelius
because I no longer believe
that finding that man is going
to help us solve this particular bombing.
What, you think the note is a fake?
I can't be certain.
The notes that accompanied
Aurelius's original crimes
were deranged, but they were consistent
in their interpretation of Stoicism.
This latest one reads like the author
spent all of five minutes
researching the philosophy.
Also, the actual Aurelius
never quoted directly
from the Meditations.
That waiter's not much
of a suspect either.
I read his blog. He's just...
dabbling in radical thought.
Probably be working
at Whitbrook-Balsille
in ten years.
No... I'm fairly certain
someone is trying to send us
on a wild goose chase.
The actual bomber lies elsewhere.
Maybe he's in the audience
at the DOUG Chat.
(clucking)
(footsteps approaching)
(sighs) I guess I should be happy
they're not crowing.
Morning, Watson.
Please ignore Romulus and Remus.
I'm reconditioning them by
punishing aggressive behavior.
They shall be fed
as soon as they calm down.
If the Aurelius note
is a fake, we can assume
that the bombing was not carried
out for ideological reasons.
If you're moved by passion,
why give credit elsewhere, hmm?
I've used the seating chart
that Michelle Forrester gave us
to recreate the lunch.
I've examined the blast
radius of the device,
the wounds of the victims...
It would appear the bomb
was not placed in the center
of the table but rather towards this end.
Seated there were Lawrence Iver
and Christine Danoff,
both executive vice presidents
at Whitbrook-Balsille, and...
Vaughn Antonelli,
another representative from the
Department of Labor.
Their wounds
were by far the most gruesome,
which stands to reason...
they were seated directly
in the pathway of the payload of shrapnel.
So you think whoever set off the bomb was
targeting one or more of those three?
Mm... Vaughn Antonelli is
a career bureaucrat.
He is a representative
of the federal government
but wields little actual power.
Christine Danoff was Lawrence Iver's
underling at Whitbrook-Balsille.
Mr. Iver presents
a more interesting case study.
He was known
as a "comer" in banking circles.
And it was widely considered
that he would one day hold
a CEO title of his own.
Hey, who's Jacques St. Teton?
I don't know.
The Griffin Hotel is attached
to the restaurant,
and they provided a list
of their registered guests
the night before the attack,
so we could determine whether the bomber
was using the hotel as part of his plan.
Jacques St. Teton
is the only name which really
stands out.
Obvious fake.
There's no St. Teton,
for one thing.
(phone rings)
Sherlock Holmes.
I have Gareth Lestrade for you.
(toilet flushing over phone)
Yes, if you could...
(toilet continues flushing)
Holmes.
Hi. Yeah.
I'm trying to get a line on
that John Bowden, the waiter.
I don't know. Got a hunch.
But I figure in some way
he's connected to Aurelius.
We no longer think that Aurelius
had anything to do
with the attack. I'm currently
focusing my efforts
on the possibility that
Lawrence Iver was the target.
What? Uh, Iver?
Whitbrook-Balsille Iver?
Yes. We're on our way
over there shortly
to seek an audience with the CEO.
LESTRADE: No...
Holmes, you can't just march straight
into Dick Balsille's office.
I'm sure we'll find a way.
Holmes...
Lovely seeing you again. And
good luck finding your waiter.
WATSON:
So, our first stop
is Lestrade's boss?
Who better to school us
on the comings and goings
at Whitbrook-Balsille?
Are you sure there's no part
of you that's doing this
to get under Lestrade's skin?
(quiet, smug laugh)
Miss Truepenny, shouldn't you
be off hunting Aurelius?
Mr. Lestrade is in
with Mr. Balsille.
They'll be with you when they can.
Fancy seeing you here.
Now, you behave yourself in there, Holmes.
I assure you: I want only
to catch a bomber.
I have no interest in
compromising your employment.
Uh, excuse me.
Assistants wait out here.
Right.
Consulting for the NYPD.
Good for you.
I admire people who can make it
work in the public sector.
And Gareth here says that you guys think
this Aurelius thing
may be just a smokescreen.
Well, like I-I said, Dick,
we're exploring the possibility.
Uh, um...
We think one of your executives
may have been targeted.
How did Lawrence Iver fit
into the hierarchy here?
Larry?
He was an ace.
Started out in Dallas.
He made our clients a boatload
trading distressed debt.
Came here to the mother ship
five years ago.
He had been on the commodities
desk ever since.
Did he have any enemies at the company?
I guess.
We all do.
Larry told people who
came to work for him:
you eat what you kill here or you starve.
And some people respond to...
that pressure and some people simply wilt.
Excuse me, what are you doing?
Is this your book?
Yes, it is.
Hmm.
I spent two summers as a fire watcher
at Grand Teton National Park.
HOLMES:
Why?
Sorry. Could I speak
with you
outside for a moment?
Why was your boss doing
at the Griffin Hotel
under an assumed name,
the night before the bombing?
What?
"Jacques St. Teton."
Sound familiar?
If it doesn't, I'll just ask him.
Oh, you-you'll do
no such thing.
Truepenny, just go, just go get security.
On it.
You're kicking us out?
Lawrence Iver was a potential CEO.
Your boss is a current CEO.
You can see how he might feel threatened.
I knew it... you can't stand
the fact that I've built
something for myself, can you?
That is a great man in there,
and I'm not gonna have you harass him
because you've got some kind
of bizarre beef with me.
Gentlemen, please.
Mr. St. Teton checked in just
after 7:00. I wasn't on duty
that night. Let me see
if I can find the footage.
Here we go.
Lestrade is
"Jacques St. Teton?"
HOLMES: Or he handled
the check-in for his boss.
Either way, he's more than
just an annoyance now.
He's involved in this somehow.
WATSON:
Okay, just so I'm clear,
you don't think
your ex-partner
helped plan a mass murder, do you?
Not wittingly.
He may have been duped
into renting the room without
being privy to the larger plan.
Maybe. Or it could have
nothing to do
with the murders.
I mean,
would the room have been
a convenient place
to assemble a bomb? Sure.
But the guy is a Wall Street CEO.
I mean, if he wanted
to get rid of someone,
there are easier ways to do it.
We-We could show Balsille
this tape, see what he says.
We've already given him the
opportunity to be forthright.
(doorbell ringing)
All right if I come in?
I owe you an apology.
You've got your process,
and I've got mine.
We've got to accommodate each other,
I realize that now.
I got territorial.
I was wrong,
and I'm-I'm sorry.
Apology accepted.
(Lestrade stammers)
So, did you find out anything
interesting today?
No.
Unfortunately, the hotel had
already recorded over
the footage of
Jacques St. Teton checking in.
Look, I'm gonna save us
all a little bit of time here.
I meant what I said earlier
around about Richard Balsille
being a-a great man,
but unfortunately,
that doesn't always mean a good one.
Yeah, he has a tendency
to step out on his wife.
Books himself a room.
And we don't know about anything
till it's done.
Well, thanks for clearing that up.
Yeah, well, it's important
that we're not rowing in
different directions here.
You know, you might be right.
About Aurelius's note being a fake.
But that waiter, John Bowden...
I mean, he disappears
ten minutes before the explosion,
and then he drops off
the face of the planet.
I mean, he could have done it on his own.
Well, we can't rule it out
until we've found the man.
Agreed.
So, to a new spirit
of cooperation then, Holmes?
(chuckles)
I'd suggest a toast,
but we haven't got any coconut water.
Well, I guess this is good night.
Oh, right, yes, uh...
Remarkable man.
You know, you're very lucky.
What?
Oh, yes, I know.
He could say the same of you, of course.
Oh, thank you.
I mean, Miss Truepenny,
she tries, but you know what they say,
"Good help is hard to find."
A good partner is actually hard
to find, as well.
Yes, I think about
the money that I pay her...
money in the private sector's
quite obscene...
compared to what us
foot soldiers are used to.
So, anyway, if you want
to discuss anything further,
you need any more information,
please, don't hesitate.
So, give me a call.
Oh.
Thank you.
I will keep that in mind.
I think Lestrade just tried to recruit me.
When you've eliminated
the impossible." Hmm.
Well, perhaps we can play
this to our advantage.
What did you tell him?
I told him I'd call him, maybe.
Oh, I also stole his phone.
If you want
to know what he's up to,
it's a good place to start.
I thought you weren't convinced
that the bombing was connected
to the renting of the hotel room.
I'm not.
Lestrade knew damn well
that Balsille rented that room.
He checked him in.
He lied to us.
I want to know why.
Hmm.
Mmm! Smells good.
What's wrong?
You only make those
when you need to calm down.
I spent several minutes last night trying
to to work out Lestrade's password.
Birthday?
The year Tottenham last won the FA Cup.
Ages ago, by the way.
Anyway, the rest of the evening
was spent reviewing
the contents of the phone.
"Operation Firewall"?
It's the ham-fisted name
that Balsille gave to a project
he handed off to Lestrade.
These are all about Lawrence Iver.
Mm.
Apparently Balsille
did view the man as a rival.
He had his phones tapped, he monitored
every e-mail he ever sent...
and with good reason.
Iver was working with members
of the Board of Directors
to have Balsille ousted
from his post as CEO.
WATSON: So he was
planning a coup.
And Balsille knew about it.
You know, I know you've worked
with Lestrade for a long time,
but it's getting kind of hard
not to think of him
as a straight-up
suspect.
Thus the Yorkshires.
(phone ringing)
Sherlock Holmes.
I have Gareth Lestrade calling.
Yes?
Holmes.
I found John Bowden.
Well, his grandmother has an apartment
that's still registered in her name,
even though she died three years ago.
So I had, uh, Captain Gregson
send that little fella
down to have a look.
John Bowden was hiding in there.
They're on their way to the station now.
I'll see you there.
Go to the police station.
Make an excuse tor me.
I shall keep after Lestrade.
Don't.
I'm supposed to meet him.
He takes quiet time before
he sits with a suspect.
I see what you're doing, you know.
I beg your pardon?
All this... sashaying about,
trying to impress him.
It won't work.
This is my job.
Where's Holmes?
He said to start without him.
Oh, you left this at our place
last night.
I didn't set off a bomb.
I left work because I really did feel like
I was coming down with something.
I stopped off at my gym
on the way home to get a massage,
and when it was over,
the bombing stuff was on the news.
Yeah, well, that's a lot
of old bollocks, isn't it?
I mean, if you didn't do
anything, why were you hiding?
I freaked out when I saw
that Aurelius took credit.
Look, I go to this Web forum, okay?
It's people who started with Occupy,
but everyone's a little more...
aggressive about change.
Radical.
I used to talk about
the government people and bankers
that come into the restaurant.
You know, just angry stuff.
So this guy... he calls himself
Cassius on the site...
he was always asking me to
tell him whenever those lunches
got booked.
Cassius was one of
Marcus Aurelius's generals.
I didn't think about that at the time.
I just figured he wanted
to stage a protest or something.
So I told him.
Then the bomb goes off,
Aurelius takes credit,
I make the connection,
and I hid, because...
I don't know,
I told him they were coming.
(knocking on door) I don't know if that
makes me an accessory or something...
That's enough, John.
Well, who are you?
Your father retained me.
Look, you guys can search
my computers, whatever.
I don't know how to make a bomb...
Enough.
No more questions.
(sighs)
This kid read "killer" to you?
HOLMES:
Hello.
How did you get in here?
I think you've allowed yourself
to become a bit of a fool.
But in spite of that...
I can't believe you're so far gone
you'd allow yourself
to be involved in a murder.
Right, so, what?
You... you break in my safe,
do you?
I have video of you
dismantling the security camera
at the Griffin Hotel.
I've got e-mails
which confirm you knew
about Lawrence Iver's plans
to stage a coup
at Whitbrook-Balsille.
Oh, so, I see.
So I didn't actually leave my phone
at your house, did I?
No, no, you nicked it.
Watson did.
I don't think she's coming
to work for you, by the way.
Anyway...
now, in your hotel suite,
I find evidence of
a clandestine surveillance
program on Iver.
Detailed notes about
his comings and goings.
Now, if I presented all this
to the police, I rather think
they'd be inclined to view you
as a potential conspiracist in a murder.
Are you?
No.
Oh, come on, Sherlock,
for God's sakes, I mean,
come on, you know me.
The Lestrade I know would not
summon a helicopter
to travel eight blocks.
Well, you know, I... I might
have been showing off a bit.
Doesn't mean I go round
blowing up lunches, does it?
Now, Balsille...
he's paranoid.
I mean, all CEO's are.
But he was right to be worried
about Iver, though.
And he asked me to find out
a little something about Iver
that might help get him fired.
And that's it.
So why did you rent
a hotel room at the Griffin
the night before the explosion?
LESTRADE: Well, I suppose
you get rich enough...
your appetites...
grow right alongside
the size of your portfolio.
Well, the way I heard it...
it started the same way for Balsille.
Wives of colleagues...
No, we've been over this.
If he was having affairs,
you wouldn't have bothered to lie.
I haven't even started yet.
Well...
Well, anyway, it went from...
there to call girls.
Eventually...
and this is way before
I actually started working with him...
he got bored of them, too.
Yeah, he felt that he deserved
something that nobody else could get.
Now, the thing is,
about my boss, you see...
he's constantly on the lookout
for someone to sleep with him.
Doesn't matter who they are.
You know, married women...
even the odd bloke.
But when he spots one,
he does a little bit of analysis.
You know... what do they want,
what do they need?
And then he puts together an offer.
Money.
Access.
Favors.
Proper life-changing stuff,
actually.
So he views everyone he meets
as a potential prostitute.
Oh...
Well, the bizarre thing
is actually that...
he's right more often than one
would care to think about.
You see, nobody's doing anything
that they don't actually agree to,
so technically, nothing's illegal.
But can you imagine
the scandal if it got out?
I mean, whew! Pfft!
He'd be done.
Well, it's mildly distasteful, I suppose.
But why all the secrecy?
I'm hardly the type
to go running to the press
with a man's secrets.
I wasn't protecting him.
I was protecting myself.
You see, he doesn't handle
the approach himself.
No, that'd be way too
compromising... no, you see...
you see, I do.
I make the offer.
I check in to the hotel
so no one sees Dick's face.
No, I wasn't planning a murder.
I was acting as a rich man's pimp.
And why not tell me?
(scoffs)
Right, so you'd do this
kind of work, would you?
No, of course not.
But isn't it better I know about it
than I think you're
part of some conspiracy?
Look, I was embarrassed, Sherlock.
Is that so difficult
to get your brain around?
No, I wanted you to think
that I was getting by on talent alone.
I wasn't trying to cover up a bombing.
I mean, you thought that I was...
a fool before.
What do you think now?
So Lestrade's boss isn't a bomber?
It would appear not.
So what is he,
a serial indecent proposer?
Look on the bright side.
At least Lestrade recruited you
for detective work.
It could have been a very different offer.
Hmm.
Thanks for putting that in my head.
So how is he?
It couldn't have been easy
for him to admit that.
If he hasn't passed out already,
he's probably sulking.
Lestrade's deceptions were
a time-consuming dead end.
We have a murderer to catch.
I watched the video of your
interview with John Bowden.
I found his claims
to have inadvertently passed
the information on to Aurelius
quite interesting.
I thought Aurelius's letter was a fake.
It doesn't read like the man,
but it's quite possible he wasn't doing
his best work that day.
In any case, I thought
I would ask him myself.
So I had the department send over
their files on Aurelius.
The FBI has had a task force
searching for Aurelius for years.
You think you're just going
to look through a bunch of
NYPD files and find him, just like that?
Hmm. Of course you do.
(rooster crowing)
(clucking)
Why is Romulus outside my door?
That's Remus.
I don't care which cock I'm holding,
I just want to know how it got there.
Okay, congratulations.
You got me to say it.
I don't know if you've
settled on an epitaph yet,
but it does occur to me that
would look fantastic on a tombstone.
Why is the chicken outside my door?
To wake you, of course.
I ran an experiment last night.
I reached out to a contact at NASA.
She gained a bit of
notoriety a few years back
when I pointed out to her
the reasons that Pluto is, in fact,
a trans-Neptunian object
rather than a planet.
She was more than happy
to provide me with thermal maps
of New York.
They're heat scans of the city,
performed by satellite,
one week before attacks by Aurelius.
In 2006, a bomb exploded
at the offices of a hedge fund.
Four years ago, an explosion at
an economic think tank claimed two lives.
This one is from one week before
the bombing of the restaurant.
In every case, there is a minute
but perceptible heat spike in Queens
one week before a bomb goes off.
Each one represents something burning
at several thousand degrees.
Now, when we look closer
at the heat spikes,
we see that they originate
in Woodside, Queens,
just behind...
...this house.
Well, Aurelius uses magnesium tape
to detonate his bombs.
That burns at 5,000 degrees.
Mm.
You think he was testing his fuses.
A man named Mason Caldwell
lives in this house.
He's filed for unemployment
benefits twice,
each time after being fired from his job
at an engineering firm.
You found Aurelius.
(knocking on window)
You forgot to call me.
Just...
(grunts)
(door opens)
(door closes)
Must've been an oversight.
Mm.
Gregson, he gave me the heads up.
Morning, Miss Watson.
Mm. Morning.
So, you decided to find Aurelius.
And here we are.
May I remind you this is a good thing.
I pursued a theory...
developed by you, I might add...
and now we might be on the
verge of a breakthrough.
You might even call it
a collaboration of sorts.
Yeah, nice try, Sherlock.
I'm not that gullible.
When I told Watson about this,
she was happy.
Please don't bring me into this.
That's the difference between you and her.
You spend your time
resenting my abilities,
and she spends her time
developing her own.
If you'd had done the same,
you might've built
a practice you were proud of.
(door opens)
No answer.
But he had a few packages
from a chemical supply at the door.
We texted pictures of the packages
and the heat signature over to a judge.
He's issuing a warrant.
We're going in.
Mason Caldwell!
It's NYPD!
Back!
Clear!
As far as we can tell,
the bomb he was making
was supposed to release
a cloud of chlorine gas
after it went off, something went wrong
while he was experimenting
with the mix, he inhaled some gas,
and collapsed on the magnesium tape
while it was still burning.
It doesn't make any sense.
The bomb at the restaurant
had shrapnel in it, not gas.
HOLMES: That's because
Mason Caldwell
wasn't planning an attack on a restaurant.
He was gonna dispatch this bomb
to a biotech company.
Well, he's been dead at least a week.
Which means that Aurelius did not set
that bomb off at the restaurant.
(ringtone playing)
Uh... are you...?
Are you gonna answer that or...?
Oh.
(ringtone stops)
I swear, working with the man
has thrown something out of calibration.
How else to explain such
a persistent lack of results?
We did find Aurelius.
(ringtone plays)
(ringtone stops) A by-product
of the investigation.
(ringtone playing)
Did you change
Lestrade's ringtone on my phone?
I decided to revisit the notion
that the three people
who sat in the pathway
of the payload of shrapnel
were potential targets.
The Department of Labor bureaucrat
was happily married, by all accounts
mild and pleasant.
The Whitbrook-Balsille
executive...
(ringtone playing)
The Whitbrook-Balsille (ringtone stops)
executives
were beef-witted sociopaths
who had sold the world on the idea
that playing Three-card Monte
was somehow a respectable profession.
But they're hardly alone
in that, are they?
(doorbell ringing)
(knocking on door)
We're not picking up the phone
because we're working.
Who'd you tell, Holmes?
Who did I tell what?
About Balsille, what he
gets up to in his spare time.
Apart from Watson, nobody.
Well, who'd you tell?
No one.
I only told you.
I mean, somebody must've told.
Now, I've got to find them
or I'm gonna get fired.
Wh-what are you talking about?!
This! Someone,
a couple of hours ago,
sent Balsille a blackmail threat.
Claiming they know
all about his conquests...
dates, names, times.
Everything!
Whoever's doing this,
they don't want money.
Well, not exactly.
No, they want Balsille to arrange
for hundreds of stock trades
to be made by a week this Friday.
Some stocks, some bonds,
some U.S. currency.
And to disguise it, they want to spread
the trades across all divisions.
Why?
I don't know.
Well, there's money in there somewhere.
The threat says a week from Friday
specifically.
Yeah, Balsille's gonna
blame me for the leak.
(laughs)
I'm sorry.
I've just told you I'm gonna lose my job.
And you find that funny, do you?
No, not at all.
It's just I've learned that the
government's monthly jobs report
is due out next Friday.
Wait... so?
I'm fairly certain
that this threat is connected
to the bombing at the restaurant.
I can also say with near certainty
who is responsible for both crimes.
We know who's blackmailing you.
In fact, it's the same person
who blew up that restaurant.
What? What are they doing here?
Well, I'll let him tell you.
It's his solve.
He's quite a remarkable
detective, actually.
Maybe I should hire him.
Vaughn Antonelli was one
of the victims of the bombing.
He was also the chairman
of the benefits review board
at the Department of Labor.
It's not a particularly exalted post.
But it does come
with one interesting perk...
the chairman, he's one
of a handful of people
who has early access
to the department's monthly jobs report.
As I'm sure you're aware.
The markets can be relied upon
to move upwards and downwards
depending on the report's findings.
Yes. So?
So the next one comes out
a week from Friday.
Whoever's bribing you is looking
to make a bunch of trades
based on whatever's in that report.
You'd have to see it before
everybody else to do that.
So...
it's someone from Labor.
HOLMES: Do you know
who stands to succeed
Vaughn Antonelli?
A woman
named "Michelle Forrester."
WATSON: Her current job
didn't give her access
to the jobs report.
But now she has it.
She's blackmailing me?
She was at the table
when the bomb went off.
Seated rather conveniently
out of the path of the blast.
If you know the seating arrangement,
and you're the one building the explosive,
you can... and she did...
arrange things
so that her wounds were relatively minor.
WATSON:
Once Antonelli was gone,
Forrester had his title
and access to the jobs report.
All the pieces were in place.
She could make the blackmail threat.
To do that,
she would have to know about me.
Amazing.
So, the name, the photograph...
nothing rings a bell?
LESTRADE:
When Miss Forrester
left college, she came here.
She won an internship
with Whitbrook-Balsille.
After completing it, she moved into
a brand-new and fully-paid-for
apartment in Georgetown,
and took a plum appointment
at the Department of Labor.
It was rather a rapid ascent,
wouldn't you say?
You found her price.
Didn't you?
She'd have had to find
some of your recent conquests
and pay them off to come
forward, of course, but...
I assume she offered a generous package.
So, why are you here?
You want me to tell the cops
that I paid her to go to bed with me?
HOLMES: It would help
us prove our case.
We also want a comprehensive list
of your companions both before
and during Lestrade's tenure.
It will help us identify the people
that Michelle is paying to come forward.
But when the arrest is made,
then everything I did goes public.
Mm.
Let me ask you something:
Suppose there is no arrest.
Can't we just give her what she wants?
No, you see now-now you're
barking up the wrong tree
with these two, you see,
they don't take payoffs.
No, your little hobby
is gonna come out now.
You can either help
by putting a murderer away
and you can walk away
with your millions...
or...
I'll go to press.
What about your job, Gareth?
You'll be ruined, too.
I don't let murderers go free, you see?
It's probably the only
non-negotiable thing about me.
Besides, you know, I've been
ruined before.
Not so bad the second time around.
Sorry about the chair.
Regulations for a discharge.
Your car's downstairs.
We'll have you at the airport
in plenty of time.
Thanks for everything, Guillermo.
GREGSON:
Michelle Forrester...
you're not leaving New York.
Just yet.
WATSON: Are you sure
they're ready for this?
It's not the sort of thing
you can ease into.
(ringtone playing)
(ringtone stops)
Well...
in a moment, the world will either have
an efficient means
of curing fighting cocks,
or we will have
the raw ingredients for chicken dinner.
Oh... I'm not sure
I want to see this.
(Holmes clicking tongue)
(doorbell ringing)
(knocking on door, roosters clucking)
Would you kindly tell him
not to make such a racket?
This is a delicate moment.
(roosters clucking)
(doorbell ringing, knocking on door)
(door opens)
LESTRADE: Uh, sorry, yeah.
I'm just in a bit of a pinch.
(Watson shushes)
You know, the company's not
paying for my hotel anymore.
They've canceled my ticket home, as well,
so I'm just waiting for a check to clear
so I can buy a new one.
You can stay here, just be quiet.
My God.
It worked.
So, now what?
We own chickens, don't we?
(roosters clucking)
I-I'm not feeding them.
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Joan Watson, meet Gareth Lestrade.
My relationship with Lestrade
started as a marriage of convenience.
Because I prefer to work in anonymity,
the glory of my casework
was accrued to him.
Over the years, he became
accustomed to the spotlight.
He began to crave it.
You might say,
I turned him into an addict.
I'll thank you not to take credit
for any of my insights into the case.
LESTRADE: I always knew that
Lawrence Pendry
was, in fact, guilty and had
actually murdered his wife.
He called your bluff.
(indistinct conversation,
piano playing mellow jazz)
(phone buzzing)
(indistinct conversation continues)
(people laughing)
MAN: Sorry. I think
I have a call.
Oh, wait. It's not me.
Is it you?
Hey, I'm back.
(rooster crows)
(roosters clucking)
I was out on a small case last night.
Yeah, I was just at the bodega.
Ignacio said you helped him...
find out where his son
was getting so much cash.
Cockfighting.
I had to break up the ring, naturally.
Barbaric practice.
So you decided to bring
one of the chickens home?
(loud clucking)
Well, there are two combatants
in a cockfight.
I could have called Animal Control.
But it occurred to me,
we have an opportunity.
There's some debate
as to whether these creatures,
once perverted by their keepers,
can be weaned
from their aggressive tendencies.
The process, as it stands now, is tedious,
highly imperfect... I believe
it can be improved upon.
I believe that, by this time,
several days hence,
Romulus and Remus
will be living side by side,
two cocks in harmony.
All right. Good luck.
I'm not feeding them.
You seem upset. Do you have
an aversion to cocks?
Not as a species.
I have an aversion
to these particular...
(clucking continuing)
You know what?
I'm not 12.
I'm not calling them that.
Feed your roosters.
(phone chimes)
It's Captain Gregson.
Wants to meet us immediately.
GREGSON: So, reps from
the Treasury Department
and the Labor Department
were in town from DC.
They were trying to sell the big banks
on the president's latest budget,
and someone detonated a bomb.
Six people are dead.
What kind of explosive?
Bomb squad isn't sure.
It's definitely homemade, but intricate.
So, the people
from the government were meeting
with the bankers here?
Bomb was under the table...
They were targeted?
We think so, yeah.
One more thing.
Two of the vice presidents of the bank
that were killed were
from Whitbrook-Balsille.
Richard Balsille, the CEO?
Apparently, he's got a security czar
on his payroll,
someone who conducts threat
assessments for the company.
Security Czar? Really?
GREGSON: Yeah.
Balsille's got pull with the mayor,
so, we're supposed to give his guy
access to the investigation.
Well, sorry...
I refuse, on principle, to work
with anyone who would willingly
refer to themselves as a "czar."
Actually, you already know him.
The two of you worked together
at Scotland Yard.
Sherlock Holmes.
As I live and breathe.
Lestrade.
Well, I haven't seen you
since you were publicly
claiming credit for my work.
That's one way of looking at it.
Yes, one accurate way.
Well, who's to say what's
accurate and what's not?
Me.
Watson, if you like.
I always find truth
somewhere in the middle.
Hello, Miss Watson.
Happy to see you again.
Joan. Please.
Uh, but you look good.
Yes, well, I...
I am good.
Gutted about all of this, of course,
but other than that,
I'm excellent, and delighted
to see the pair of you.
(wry laugh)
So how about it, Holmes?
You ready to match wits?
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(camera whirring and clicking rapidly)
You probably thought I was on the skids.
Why would you say that?
WOMAN:
Fresh coconut water,
Mr. Lestrade.
Ah, thanks. Lovely.
Healthy stuff.
Good for the rehydration.
That's my assistant, you see...
Miss Truepenny.
Yeah, she wants to be a
consulting detective, too.
She wrote to me
every day, begging for an interview.
I cracked.
Now, as I recall, you weren't too keen
about me striking out on my own, were you?
What, you thought
I couldn't hack it without you, did you?
That's not precisely how I put it.
LESTRADE:
Yeah, well, anyway,
Fleet Street took rather a shine to me
after that whole Lawrence Pendry thing.
Yeah. I got awful lots of work,
got chat show interviews.
You know, they even asked me
to do one of those DOUG Chats
about the science of deduction.
DOUG Chat?
Wait. You never heard of a DOUG chat?
No.
Well, they're like these conferences
about the spread of ideas.
Anyway, Richard Balsille...
uh, he of Whitbrook-Balsille...
saw mine, got in contact, said he was in
the business of talent acquisition,
and he dragged me
on board.
(phone chimes)
Must be satisfying work.
WATSON:
That's my friend
from St. Bede's.
Two of the survivors
have been assessed
with superficial injuries.
They're ready to talk.
I'm just going
to ring Mr. Balsille
and get him to send a helicopter.
It's eight blocks away.
Well... Uh, yes.
Hello? Hello! Yes...
You never heard of DOUG Chats?
Of course I've heard of them.
I just refuse to shovel coal
onto the bonfire of that man's ego.
Ms. Forrester, you work for
the Department of Labor, right?
I'm sorry. My ears
are still ringing.
That's all right. We appreciate
you talking with us.
You work with the Department of Labor?
I'm an executive
undersecretary at the Office
of Congressional Affairs.
And you were at the end of the
table when the bomb went off?
That's where executive
undersecretaries go.
Did you notice anything suspicious?
No, it was just lunch.
Same as we do every quarter.
Sorry. You said, "That's where
executive undersecretaries go."
Was there a prearranged
seating assignment?
Would you mind writing that out for us?
Seating arrangements?
No offense, mate,
but I think we might be able
to aim a little higher
than that, don't you? Right?
Uh, Miss... Miss Forrester...
now, you say didn't see anything unusual,
but, in my experience,
memory can prove to be a bit
of a tricky mistress.
Sometimes when I'm interviewing
potential witnesses,
I ask them to do what I
like to call a deep dive.
That's a way of just shaking loose stuff
that might be lurking deep down there.
Would you be willing to
perform a dive with me?
Um... sure.
Fabulous.
Um, just give me your hand.
Now, I want you to close your eyes...
Watson and I will be off
interviewing the restaurant manager.
Miss Forrester, if you could
write out that chart for us
when you emerge from the depths.
LESTRADE:
Close your eyes.
Take a deep breath.
Don't be s...
I don't think anyone broke into
the place to plant the bomb.
If they did, we didn't notice.
Everything seemed normal this morning?
Sure.
John had to go home sick,
but after that, everything was business
as usual.
John?
Yeah, John Bowden.
He's one of our servers.
He came in for about 20 minutes,
then said his stomach was upset.
Is he a contented employee?
He's an okay worker,
but he's a pain in the ass.
He tried unionize the
dishwashing staff a while back.
He's always talking about how
he can't stand the clientele.
Now, I know that sounds
kind of ominous,
but he's annoying.
He's not a terrorist.
Call us if he gets there, okay?
Bowden never showed up to his apartment.
His roommates have no idea where he is.
LESTRADE: Right.
Now, follow me.
Uh... (clears throat)
Sherlock?
One seating plan... check.
How do you do?
A waiter with radical leanings
who showed up for work this morning,
and left ten minutes later.
His name's John Bowden.
(phone ringing)
Oh.
Captain.
GREGSON: Every publication in the city
with a circulation
over 50,000 just got a statement
taking credit
for the bomb at the restaurant.
I'm gonna test your knowledge.
I'm gonna read you the first couple lines.
"Soon, you'll be ashes
"or bones, a mere name at most,
"and even that is just a sound, an echo.
The things we want in life
are empty, stale, trivial."
It's from a book called Meditations.
Yes.
We know. It's not signed,
but it sounds a hell of a lot
like the notes that came in
every time the guy the press
calls Aurelius sets off a bomb.
You know him, right?
Three bombs in ten years,
kissing cousin to the Unabomber.
Yes, of course.
Aurelius espouses
a perversion of Stoic philosophy
as justification for his crimes.
I'm sending you the full text
in an e-mail right now.
Someone just claimed credit for the bomb.
Right. Aurelius.
So, we're off
to big game now, are we?
There is a Great White
loose in these waters.
Which is it?
Beg your pardon?
Are we hunting game,
or are we fishing for sharks?
'Cause you can't have it both
ways, metaphorically speaking.
LESTRADE:
Like any art form,
the science of deduction and analysis
requires years of arduous study.
You see, one lifetime
is not enough to master it.
No, no, try several.
So where does one start?
Well, if you want my advice,
you start straightaway...
WATSON:
Take-out's downstairs.
LESTRADE:
...with a simple problem.
But you might be too,
uh, busy working to eat.
It's revolting, isn't it?
My name is Gareth Lestrade,
and I headed up...
A room full of people so accustomed
to their own flatulence,
they don't notice the stench anymore.
Lestrade treated you like crap,
he took credit for your work.
He uses your words in his interviews.
If it bothers you, you
should say something to him.
To what end?
The man has chosen vanity and
the pursuit of the spotlight.
Nothing I say is going to change that.
It's not about changing him.
It's about putting it out there,
so you can focus on finding Aurelius,
instead of watching Lestrade yammer.
When we first ran into him, you said
that you expected him to
crash and burn without you.
Did you?
I didn't give it much thought.
Oh.
Yes, of course I did.
So, are you mad that he's
still stealing your act,
or annoyed that he managed to pull it off?
What I do is not an act.
And I'm not pursuing Aurelius
because I no longer believe
that finding that man is going
to help us solve this particular bombing.
What, you think the note is a fake?
I can't be certain.
The notes that accompanied
Aurelius's original crimes
were deranged, but they were consistent
in their interpretation of Stoicism.
This latest one reads like the author
spent all of five minutes
researching the philosophy.
Also, the actual Aurelius
never quoted directly
from the Meditations.
That waiter's not much
of a suspect either.
I read his blog. He's just...
dabbling in radical thought.
Probably be working
at Whitbrook-Balsille
in ten years.
No... I'm fairly certain
someone is trying to send us
on a wild goose chase.
The actual bomber lies elsewhere.
Maybe he's in the audience
at the DOUG Chat.
(clucking)
(footsteps approaching)
(sighs) I guess I should be happy
they're not crowing.
Morning, Watson.
Please ignore Romulus and Remus.
I'm reconditioning them by
punishing aggressive behavior.
They shall be fed
as soon as they calm down.
If the Aurelius note
is a fake, we can assume
that the bombing was not carried
out for ideological reasons.
If you're moved by passion,
why give credit elsewhere, hmm?
I've used the seating chart
that Michelle Forrester gave us
to recreate the lunch.
I've examined the blast
radius of the device,
the wounds of the victims...
It would appear the bomb
was not placed in the center
of the table but rather towards this end.
Seated there were Lawrence Iver
and Christine Danoff,
both executive vice presidents
at Whitbrook-Balsille, and...
Vaughn Antonelli,
another representative from the
Department of Labor.
Their wounds
were by far the most gruesome,
which stands to reason...
they were seated directly
in the pathway of the payload of shrapnel.
So you think whoever set off the bomb was
targeting one or more of those three?
Mm... Vaughn Antonelli is
a career bureaucrat.
He is a representative
of the federal government
but wields little actual power.
Christine Danoff was Lawrence Iver's
underling at Whitbrook-Balsille.
Mr. Iver presents
a more interesting case study.
He was known
as a "comer" in banking circles.
And it was widely considered
that he would one day hold
a CEO title of his own.
Hey, who's Jacques St. Teton?
I don't know.
The Griffin Hotel is attached
to the restaurant,
and they provided a list
of their registered guests
the night before the attack,
so we could determine whether the bomber
was using the hotel as part of his plan.
Jacques St. Teton
is the only name which really
stands out.
Obvious fake.
There's no St. Teton,
for one thing.
(phone rings)
Sherlock Holmes.
I have Gareth Lestrade for you.
(toilet flushing over phone)
Yes, if you could...
(toilet continues flushing)
Holmes.
Hi. Yeah.
I'm trying to get a line on
that John Bowden, the waiter.
I don't know. Got a hunch.
But I figure in some way
he's connected to Aurelius.
We no longer think that Aurelius
had anything to do
with the attack. I'm currently
focusing my efforts
on the possibility that
Lawrence Iver was the target.
What? Uh, Iver?
Whitbrook-Balsille Iver?
Yes. We're on our way
over there shortly
to seek an audience with the CEO.
LESTRADE: No...
Holmes, you can't just march straight
into Dick Balsille's office.
I'm sure we'll find a way.
Holmes...
Lovely seeing you again. And
good luck finding your waiter.
WATSON:
So, our first stop
is Lestrade's boss?
Who better to school us
on the comings and goings
at Whitbrook-Balsille?
Are you sure there's no part
of you that's doing this
to get under Lestrade's skin?
(quiet, smug laugh)
Miss Truepenny, shouldn't you
be off hunting Aurelius?
Mr. Lestrade is in
with Mr. Balsille.
They'll be with you when they can.
Fancy seeing you here.
Now, you behave yourself in there, Holmes.
I assure you: I want only
to catch a bomber.
I have no interest in
compromising your employment.
Uh, excuse me.
Assistants wait out here.
Right.
Consulting for the NYPD.
Good for you.
I admire people who can make it
work in the public sector.
And Gareth here says that you guys think
this Aurelius thing
may be just a smokescreen.
Well, like I-I said, Dick,
we're exploring the possibility.
Uh, um...
We think one of your executives
may have been targeted.
How did Lawrence Iver fit
into the hierarchy here?
Larry?
He was an ace.
Started out in Dallas.
He made our clients a boatload
trading distressed debt.
Came here to the mother ship
five years ago.
He had been on the commodities
desk ever since.
Did he have any enemies at the company?
I guess.
We all do.
Larry told people who
came to work for him:
you eat what you kill here or you starve.
And some people respond to...
that pressure and some people simply wilt.
Excuse me, what are you doing?
Is this your book?
Yes, it is.
Hmm.
I spent two summers as a fire watcher
at Grand Teton National Park.
HOLMES:
Why?
Sorry. Could I speak
with you
outside for a moment?
Why was your boss doing
at the Griffin Hotel
under an assumed name,
the night before the bombing?
What?
"Jacques St. Teton."
Sound familiar?
If it doesn't, I'll just ask him.
Oh, you-you'll do
no such thing.
Truepenny, just go, just go get security.
On it.
You're kicking us out?
Lawrence Iver was a potential CEO.
Your boss is a current CEO.
You can see how he might feel threatened.
I knew it... you can't stand
the fact that I've built
something for myself, can you?
That is a great man in there,
and I'm not gonna have you harass him
because you've got some kind
of bizarre beef with me.
Gentlemen, please.
Mr. St. Teton checked in just
after 7:00. I wasn't on duty
that night. Let me see
if I can find the footage.
Here we go.
Lestrade is
"Jacques St. Teton?"
HOLMES: Or he handled
the check-in for his boss.
Either way, he's more than
just an annoyance now.
He's involved in this somehow.
WATSON:
Okay, just so I'm clear,
you don't think
your ex-partner
helped plan a mass murder, do you?
Not wittingly.
He may have been duped
into renting the room without
being privy to the larger plan.
Maybe. Or it could have
nothing to do
with the murders.
I mean,
would the room have been
a convenient place
to assemble a bomb? Sure.
But the guy is a Wall Street CEO.
I mean, if he wanted
to get rid of someone,
there are easier ways to do it.
We-We could show Balsille
this tape, see what he says.
We've already given him the
opportunity to be forthright.
(doorbell ringing)
All right if I come in?
I owe you an apology.
You've got your process,
and I've got mine.
We've got to accommodate each other,
I realize that now.
I got territorial.
I was wrong,
and I'm-I'm sorry.
Apology accepted.
(Lestrade stammers)
So, did you find out anything
interesting today?
No.
Unfortunately, the hotel had
already recorded over
the footage of
Jacques St. Teton checking in.
Look, I'm gonna save us
all a little bit of time here.
I meant what I said earlier
around about Richard Balsille
being a-a great man,
but unfortunately,
that doesn't always mean a good one.
Yeah, he has a tendency
to step out on his wife.
Books himself a room.
And we don't know about anything
till it's done.
Well, thanks for clearing that up.
Yeah, well, it's important
that we're not rowing in
different directions here.
You know, you might be right.
About Aurelius's note being a fake.
But that waiter, John Bowden...
I mean, he disappears
ten minutes before the explosion,
and then he drops off
the face of the planet.
I mean, he could have done it on his own.
Well, we can't rule it out
until we've found the man.
Agreed.
So, to a new spirit
of cooperation then, Holmes?
(chuckles)
I'd suggest a toast,
but we haven't got any coconut water.
Well, I guess this is good night.
Oh, right, yes, uh...
Remarkable man.
You know, you're very lucky.
What?
Oh, yes, I know.
He could say the same of you, of course.
Oh, thank you.
I mean, Miss Truepenny,
she tries, but you know what they say,
"Good help is hard to find."
A good partner is actually hard
to find, as well.
Yes, I think about
the money that I pay her...
money in the private sector's
quite obscene...
compared to what us
foot soldiers are used to.
So, anyway, if you want
to discuss anything further,
you need any more information,
please, don't hesitate.
So, give me a call.
Oh.
Thank you.
I will keep that in mind.
I think Lestrade just tried to recruit me.
When you've eliminated
the impossible." Hmm.
Well, perhaps we can play
this to our advantage.
What did you tell him?
I told him I'd call him, maybe.
Oh, I also stole his phone.
If you want
to know what he's up to,
it's a good place to start.
I thought you weren't convinced
that the bombing was connected
to the renting of the hotel room.
I'm not.
Lestrade knew damn well
that Balsille rented that room.
He checked him in.
He lied to us.
I want to know why.
Hmm.
Mmm! Smells good.
What's wrong?
You only make those
when you need to calm down.
I spent several minutes last night trying
to to work out Lestrade's password.
Birthday?
The year Tottenham last won the FA Cup.
Ages ago, by the way.
Anyway, the rest of the evening
was spent reviewing
the contents of the phone.
"Operation Firewall"?
It's the ham-fisted name
that Balsille gave to a project
he handed off to Lestrade.
These are all about Lawrence Iver.
Mm.
Apparently Balsille
did view the man as a rival.
He had his phones tapped, he monitored
every e-mail he ever sent...
and with good reason.
Iver was working with members
of the Board of Directors
to have Balsille ousted
from his post as CEO.
WATSON: So he was
planning a coup.
And Balsille knew about it.
You know, I know you've worked
with Lestrade for a long time,
but it's getting kind of hard
not to think of him
as a straight-up
suspect.
Thus the Yorkshires.
(phone ringing)
Sherlock Holmes.
I have Gareth Lestrade calling.
Yes?
Holmes.
I found John Bowden.
Well, his grandmother has an apartment
that's still registered in her name,
even though she died three years ago.
So I had, uh, Captain Gregson
send that little fella
down to have a look.
John Bowden was hiding in there.
They're on their way to the station now.
I'll see you there.
Go to the police station.
Make an excuse tor me.
I shall keep after Lestrade.
Don't.
I'm supposed to meet him.
He takes quiet time before
he sits with a suspect.
I see what you're doing, you know.
I beg your pardon?
All this... sashaying about,
trying to impress him.
It won't work.
This is my job.
Where's Holmes?
He said to start without him.
Oh, you left this at our place
last night.
I didn't set off a bomb.
I left work because I really did feel like
I was coming down with something.
I stopped off at my gym
on the way home to get a massage,
and when it was over,
the bombing stuff was on the news.
Yeah, well, that's a lot
of old bollocks, isn't it?
I mean, if you didn't do
anything, why were you hiding?
I freaked out when I saw
that Aurelius took credit.
Look, I go to this Web forum, okay?
It's people who started with Occupy,
but everyone's a little more...
aggressive about change.
Radical.
I used to talk about
the government people and bankers
that come into the restaurant.
You know, just angry stuff.
So this guy... he calls himself
Cassius on the site...
he was always asking me to
tell him whenever those lunches
got booked.
Cassius was one of
Marcus Aurelius's generals.
I didn't think about that at the time.
I just figured he wanted
to stage a protest or something.
So I told him.
Then the bomb goes off,
Aurelius takes credit,
I make the connection,
and I hid, because...
I don't know,
I told him they were coming.
(knocking on door) I don't know if that
makes me an accessory or something...
That's enough, John.
Well, who are you?
Your father retained me.
Look, you guys can search
my computers, whatever.
I don't know how to make a bomb...
Enough.
No more questions.
(sighs)
This kid read "killer" to you?
HOLMES:
Hello.
How did you get in here?
I think you've allowed yourself
to become a bit of a fool.
But in spite of that...
I can't believe you're so far gone
you'd allow yourself
to be involved in a murder.
Right, so, what?
You... you break in my safe,
do you?
I have video of you
dismantling the security camera
at the Griffin Hotel.
I've got e-mails
which confirm you knew
about Lawrence Iver's plans
to stage a coup
at Whitbrook-Balsille.
Oh, so, I see.
So I didn't actually leave my phone
at your house, did I?
No, no, you nicked it.
Watson did.
I don't think she's coming
to work for you, by the way.
Anyway...
now, in your hotel suite,
I find evidence of
a clandestine surveillance
program on Iver.
Detailed notes about
his comings and goings.
Now, if I presented all this
to the police, I rather think
they'd be inclined to view you
as a potential conspiracist in a murder.
Are you?
No.
Oh, come on, Sherlock,
for God's sakes, I mean,
come on, you know me.
The Lestrade I know would not
summon a helicopter
to travel eight blocks.
Well, you know, I... I might
have been showing off a bit.
Doesn't mean I go round
blowing up lunches, does it?
Now, Balsille...
he's paranoid.
I mean, all CEO's are.
But he was right to be worried
about Iver, though.
And he asked me to find out
a little something about Iver
that might help get him fired.
And that's it.
So why did you rent
a hotel room at the Griffin
the night before the explosion?
LESTRADE: Well, I suppose
you get rich enough...
your appetites...
grow right alongside
the size of your portfolio.
Well, the way I heard it...
it started the same way for Balsille.
Wives of colleagues...
No, we've been over this.
If he was having affairs,
you wouldn't have bothered to lie.
I haven't even started yet.
Well...
Well, anyway, it went from...
there to call girls.
Eventually...
and this is way before
I actually started working with him...
he got bored of them, too.
Yeah, he felt that he deserved
something that nobody else could get.
Now, the thing is,
about my boss, you see...
he's constantly on the lookout
for someone to sleep with him.
Doesn't matter who they are.
You know, married women...
even the odd bloke.
But when he spots one,
he does a little bit of analysis.
You know... what do they want,
what do they need?
And then he puts together an offer.
Money.
Access.
Favors.
Proper life-changing stuff,
actually.
So he views everyone he meets
as a potential prostitute.
Oh...
Well, the bizarre thing
is actually that...
he's right more often than one
would care to think about.
You see, nobody's doing anything
that they don't actually agree to,
so technically, nothing's illegal.
But can you imagine
the scandal if it got out?
I mean, whew! Pfft!
He'd be done.
Well, it's mildly distasteful, I suppose.
But why all the secrecy?
I'm hardly the type
to go running to the press
with a man's secrets.
I wasn't protecting him.
I was protecting myself.
You see, he doesn't handle
the approach himself.
No, that'd be way too
compromising... no, you see...
you see, I do.
I make the offer.
I check in to the hotel
so no one sees Dick's face.
No, I wasn't planning a murder.
I was acting as a rich man's pimp.
And why not tell me?
(scoffs)
Right, so you'd do this
kind of work, would you?
No, of course not.
But isn't it better I know about it
than I think you're
part of some conspiracy?
Look, I was embarrassed, Sherlock.
Is that so difficult
to get your brain around?
No, I wanted you to think
that I was getting by on talent alone.
I wasn't trying to cover up a bombing.
I mean, you thought that I was...
a fool before.
What do you think now?
So Lestrade's boss isn't a bomber?
It would appear not.
So what is he,
a serial indecent proposer?
Look on the bright side.
At least Lestrade recruited you
for detective work.
It could have been a very different offer.
Hmm.
Thanks for putting that in my head.
So how is he?
It couldn't have been easy
for him to admit that.
If he hasn't passed out already,
he's probably sulking.
Lestrade's deceptions were
a time-consuming dead end.
We have a murderer to catch.
I watched the video of your
interview with John Bowden.
I found his claims
to have inadvertently passed
the information on to Aurelius
quite interesting.
I thought Aurelius's letter was a fake.
It doesn't read like the man,
but it's quite possible he wasn't doing
his best work that day.
In any case, I thought
I would ask him myself.
So I had the department send over
their files on Aurelius.
The FBI has had a task force
searching for Aurelius for years.
You think you're just going
to look through a bunch of
NYPD files and find him, just like that?
Hmm. Of course you do.
(rooster crowing)
(clucking)
Why is Romulus outside my door?
That's Remus.
I don't care which cock I'm holding,
I just want to know how it got there.
Okay, congratulations.
You got me to say it.
I don't know if you've
settled on an epitaph yet,
but it does occur to me that
would look fantastic on a tombstone.
Why is the chicken outside my door?
To wake you, of course.
I ran an experiment last night.
I reached out to a contact at NASA.
She gained a bit of
notoriety a few years back
when I pointed out to her
the reasons that Pluto is, in fact,
a trans-Neptunian object
rather than a planet.
She was more than happy
to provide me with thermal maps
of New York.
They're heat scans of the city,
performed by satellite,
one week before attacks by Aurelius.
In 2006, a bomb exploded
at the offices of a hedge fund.
Four years ago, an explosion at
an economic think tank claimed two lives.
This one is from one week before
the bombing of the restaurant.
In every case, there is a minute
but perceptible heat spike in Queens
one week before a bomb goes off.
Each one represents something burning
at several thousand degrees.
Now, when we look closer
at the heat spikes,
we see that they originate
in Woodside, Queens,
just behind...
...this house.
Well, Aurelius uses magnesium tape
to detonate his bombs.
That burns at 5,000 degrees.
Mm.
You think he was testing his fuses.
A man named Mason Caldwell
lives in this house.
He's filed for unemployment
benefits twice,
each time after being fired from his job
at an engineering firm.
You found Aurelius.
(knocking on window)
You forgot to call me.
Just...
(grunts)
(door opens)
(door closes)
Must've been an oversight.
Mm.
Gregson, he gave me the heads up.
Morning, Miss Watson.
Mm. Morning.
So, you decided to find Aurelius.
And here we are.
May I remind you this is a good thing.
I pursued a theory...
developed by you, I might add...
and now we might be on the
verge of a breakthrough.
You might even call it
a collaboration of sorts.
Yeah, nice try, Sherlock.
I'm not that gullible.
When I told Watson about this,
she was happy.
Please don't bring me into this.
That's the difference between you and her.
You spend your time
resenting my abilities,
and she spends her time
developing her own.
If you'd had done the same,
you might've built
a practice you were proud of.
(door opens)
No answer.
But he had a few packages
from a chemical supply at the door.
We texted pictures of the packages
and the heat signature over to a judge.
He's issuing a warrant.
We're going in.
Mason Caldwell!
It's NYPD!
Back!
Clear!
As far as we can tell,
the bomb he was making
was supposed to release
a cloud of chlorine gas
after it went off, something went wrong
while he was experimenting
with the mix, he inhaled some gas,
and collapsed on the magnesium tape
while it was still burning.
It doesn't make any sense.
The bomb at the restaurant
had shrapnel in it, not gas.
HOLMES: That's because
Mason Caldwell
wasn't planning an attack on a restaurant.
He was gonna dispatch this bomb
to a biotech company.
Well, he's been dead at least a week.
Which means that Aurelius did not set
that bomb off at the restaurant.
(ringtone playing)
Uh... are you...?
Are you gonna answer that or...?
Oh.
(ringtone stops)
I swear, working with the man
has thrown something out of calibration.
How else to explain such
a persistent lack of results?
We did find Aurelius.
(ringtone plays)
(ringtone stops) A by-product
of the investigation.
(ringtone playing)
Did you change
Lestrade's ringtone on my phone?
I decided to revisit the notion
that the three people
who sat in the pathway
of the payload of shrapnel
were potential targets.
The Department of Labor bureaucrat
was happily married, by all accounts
mild and pleasant.
The Whitbrook-Balsille
executive...
(ringtone playing)
The Whitbrook-Balsille (ringtone stops)
executives
were beef-witted sociopaths
who had sold the world on the idea
that playing Three-card Monte
was somehow a respectable profession.
But they're hardly alone
in that, are they?
(doorbell ringing)
(knocking on door)
We're not picking up the phone
because we're working.
Who'd you tell, Holmes?
Who did I tell what?
About Balsille, what he
gets up to in his spare time.
Apart from Watson, nobody.
Well, who'd you tell?
No one.
I only told you.
I mean, somebody must've told.
Now, I've got to find them
or I'm gonna get fired.
Wh-what are you talking about?!
This! Someone,
a couple of hours ago,
sent Balsille a blackmail threat.
Claiming they know
all about his conquests...
dates, names, times.
Everything!
Whoever's doing this,
they don't want money.
Well, not exactly.
No, they want Balsille to arrange
for hundreds of stock trades
to be made by a week this Friday.
Some stocks, some bonds,
some U.S. currency.
And to disguise it, they want to spread
the trades across all divisions.
Why?
I don't know.
Well, there's money in there somewhere.
The threat says a week from Friday
specifically.
Yeah, Balsille's gonna
blame me for the leak.
(laughs)
I'm sorry.
I've just told you I'm gonna lose my job.
And you find that funny, do you?
No, not at all.
It's just I've learned that the
government's monthly jobs report
is due out next Friday.
Wait... so?
I'm fairly certain
that this threat is connected
to the bombing at the restaurant.
I can also say with near certainty
who is responsible for both crimes.
We know who's blackmailing you.
In fact, it's the same person
who blew up that restaurant.
What? What are they doing here?
Well, I'll let him tell you.
It's his solve.
He's quite a remarkable
detective, actually.
Maybe I should hire him.
Vaughn Antonelli was one
of the victims of the bombing.
He was also the chairman
of the benefits review board
at the Department of Labor.
It's not a particularly exalted post.
But it does come
with one interesting perk...
the chairman, he's one
of a handful of people
who has early access
to the department's monthly jobs report.
As I'm sure you're aware.
The markets can be relied upon
to move upwards and downwards
depending on the report's findings.
Yes. So?
So the next one comes out
a week from Friday.
Whoever's bribing you is looking
to make a bunch of trades
based on whatever's in that report.
You'd have to see it before
everybody else to do that.
So...
it's someone from Labor.
HOLMES: Do you know
who stands to succeed
Vaughn Antonelli?
A woman
named "Michelle Forrester."
WATSON: Her current job
didn't give her access
to the jobs report.
But now she has it.
She's blackmailing me?
She was at the table
when the bomb went off.
Seated rather conveniently
out of the path of the blast.
If you know the seating arrangement,
and you're the one building the explosive,
you can... and she did...
arrange things
so that her wounds were relatively minor.
WATSON:
Once Antonelli was gone,
Forrester had his title
and access to the jobs report.
All the pieces were in place.
She could make the blackmail threat.
To do that,
she would have to know about me.
Amazing.
So, the name, the photograph...
nothing rings a bell?
LESTRADE:
When Miss Forrester
left college, she came here.
She won an internship
with Whitbrook-Balsille.
After completing it, she moved into
a brand-new and fully-paid-for
apartment in Georgetown,
and took a plum appointment
at the Department of Labor.
It was rather a rapid ascent,
wouldn't you say?
You found her price.
Didn't you?
She'd have had to find
some of your recent conquests
and pay them off to come
forward, of course, but...
I assume she offered a generous package.
So, why are you here?
You want me to tell the cops
that I paid her to go to bed with me?
HOLMES: It would help
us prove our case.
We also want a comprehensive list
of your companions both before
and during Lestrade's tenure.
It will help us identify the people
that Michelle is paying to come forward.
But when the arrest is made,
then everything I did goes public.
Mm.
Let me ask you something:
Suppose there is no arrest.
Can't we just give her what she wants?
No, you see now-now you're
barking up the wrong tree
with these two, you see,
they don't take payoffs.
No, your little hobby
is gonna come out now.
You can either help
by putting a murderer away
and you can walk away
with your millions...
or...
I'll go to press.
What about your job, Gareth?
You'll be ruined, too.
I don't let murderers go free, you see?
It's probably the only
non-negotiable thing about me.
Besides, you know, I've been
ruined before.
Not so bad the second time around.
Sorry about the chair.
Regulations for a discharge.
Your car's downstairs.
We'll have you at the airport
in plenty of time.
Thanks for everything, Guillermo.
GREGSON:
Michelle Forrester...
you're not leaving New York.
Just yet.
WATSON: Are you sure
they're ready for this?
It's not the sort of thing
you can ease into.
(ringtone playing)
(ringtone stops)
Well...
in a moment, the world will either have
an efficient means
of curing fighting cocks,
or we will have
the raw ingredients for chicken dinner.
Oh... I'm not sure
I want to see this.
(Holmes clicking tongue)
(doorbell ringing)
(knocking on door, roosters clucking)
Would you kindly tell him
not to make such a racket?
This is a delicate moment.
(roosters clucking)
(doorbell ringing, knocking on door)
(door opens)
LESTRADE: Uh, sorry, yeah.
I'm just in a bit of a pinch.
(Watson shushes)
You know, the company's not
paying for my hotel anymore.
They've canceled my ticket home, as well,
so I'm just waiting for a check to clear
so I can buy a new one.
You can stay here, just be quiet.
My God.
It worked.
So, now what?
We own chickens, don't we?
(roosters clucking)
I-I'm not feeding them.
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