Elementary (2012–…): Season 3, Episode 1 - Enough Nemesis to Go Around - full transcript

Previously on Elementary...
How much heroin is that?

Oh, it's enough.

You said you, uh, you had

something you wished
to discuss.

I'm moving out.

Of?
The brownstone.

I-I need to get my own place.
It's time.

For the sake
of our partnership...

stay.

We will work this out.

I know we will.

I-I would like
to see the apartment

as soon as possible.

Yes, one person.

Several days ago,

Mr. Sherrington made me
an offer of employment.

He thought I could be of
great assistance to MI6.

Was he acting on orders?

The offer came from me.

Well, in that case,

I'd very much like
to take you up on it.

Joan, you look amazing.

One of these days, you're gonna
have to tell me your secret.

You know there's
no secret, Elana.

It's about living right.

Making smart decisions.

You changed your hair.

Yeah.

Do you like it?

Kind of needed a change.

Of course you did.

New look for a new life, right?
Mm.

I mean, you're running
a narcotics cartel now.

You have to look your best.

How long have we known
each other now, Joan?

Six months?
Let's see.

It would've been a few days
after... your husband

was assassinated by members
of the Otero cartel.

Right before you took
over the business.

So, yes!

Six months sounds about right.

I know how crazy
this is making you.

Trying to convince everyone

I'm some sort of mastermind?

But it's fiction.

I know a few cops.

I'll bet you do.

And they are telling me

that you are
embarrassing yourself.

I don't know.

I just think it's
sad, that's all.

Oh. Well, then you'll
be glad to know

that I finally figured it out.

I understand how
the cartel is running now.

You forced all of your husband's
key lieutenants out

and replaced them with women.

The one person
you didn't replace was a man

who everyone thought
was doing your books.

Isidro Beltran.

But then I realized
the only reason

you kept him there was
as a figurehead.

A distraction.

The actual bookkeeper
is a woman named Karen Lloyd,

who lives in Connecticut.

She comes into the city
every few weeks to, uh,

organize the cartel's finances.

Right now, she's staying

at a penthouse
that you own on 57th Street.

That's the real reason
I asked you to lunch.

I wanted you and your squad

of bodyguards away from there

so that my colleagues
could pick her up without

any trouble.

According to this text
I just received,

she's already talking deal.

Elana March.

You're under arrest.

You have the right
to remain silent

and to refuse
to answer questions.

This was the scene

when alleged
"Country Club Capa"

Elana March
was arrested last month.

Today, her legal dream team
added yet another member.

But sources
at the D.A.'s office...

Maybe I should
come back later?

Oh. Sorry.
It was a previous case.

So, your disappearing
custom marble tile.

I reviewed
your security footage.

I went back a few weeks from
before the tiles were stolen.

And I noticed

the palettes
under these boxes

are perfectly level.

No buckling at all, which means

they're carrying no weight.

The tiles weren't stolen
because they never existed.

Danny.

Yes, your brother
faked the orders.

And filled your warehouse
with empty boxes.

He skimmed the money.
He has a gambling problem.

Mm. I have to take this.

So, here's the full report.

And your bill.
Yeah.

Don't kill him.

Just get him help, okay?

Thanks.

Hey, Marcus.

Is everything okay?

There's about to be a murder.

I'm gonna kill our star witness.

Karen wants to go over
courthouse security... again.

Well, you told her
that I went over

everything personally, right?

I told her.
She's still freaking out.

I got to get her
to the preliminary hearing.

But she won't leave
until she's convinced

the courtroom is going
to be safe. I hate to ask,

but can you come down here
and hold her hand?

Yeah. I'll be right over.

Oh.

Uh, sorry. I, um,

I was gonna knock. I...

Have you seen a lizard?

Excuse me?

I'm Andrew Mittal.

Uh, Doug's brother, 6D.

Oh! He cooks
with a lot of garlic

and plays a lot
of Call of Duty?

Yeah, Doug's a-a primate.

But I'm-I'm house-sitting
for him and I appear

to have misplaced
his bearded dragon,

which is not good for anybody.

Um, well, I haven't seen it
and I have a meeting.

But...

Ah, there he is.

How did you know
he'd be in here?

I didn't.

But the pipes get warm
and reptiles

like warm places, so...

I have a turtle.

Oh.
Hey.

If there's anything I
can do to thank you...

No. I really have to go.

But, um, you know what?

Here's my card
if he goes missing again.

I'm really good
at finding things.

There's nothing
to worry about, Karen.

We're gonna keep you safe.

I'm sorry.

I sound like a crazy woman.
No.

What you sound like is someone
who understands how dangerous

Elana March is.
Now, the good news is

you're not the only one.

Well, thank you
for coming down here.

It's no trouble.

But we should get you
to the courthouse.

We don't want to keep
the judge waiting.

Palmer to all units.

The package is on its way.

So, I'll wrap up here
and meet you at the courthouse.

You'll be there, too, right?

Yes, of course.

I know. That woman.

She's gonna ask me
to adopt her, isn't she?

You've had worse roommates.

Well, yeah.

Six months and
still no word, huh?

I'm sure MI6
is keeping him busy.

What's going on?

Something's happened!

We watched the elevator
all the way down.

It never stopped.

They were alone in there.

How the hell
did this happen?

Okay. For the 10,000th
time, Karen Lloyd and Palmer

enter the elevator alone
on the 21st floor.

The car makes no stops
and arrives in the garage

31 seconds later,
the exact amount of time

the manufacturer
said it would take.

But the doors
open, and both

Palmer and Lloyd
have been shot.

The shooter had to have come in

through the access panel
in the ceiling.

Only the panel has a built-in
mechanism that prevents it

from opening when the elevator
is in motion.

Yeah, but obviously somebody
got on that elevator car.

Ballistics said the shooter
was level with his victims.

Which means that our guy didn't
just open the panel and fire.

He actually lowered himself
into the car.

When you called last night, you
said you might have a new lead.

Guy named Sosa?

Yeah, Romero.

He'd done this kind of work
for Elana's husband before.

I heard rumors that
she pulled him

back into the organization.

But as it turns out, he was
at his niece's quinceanera

at the time of the shootings.

Joan?

It's time.

We have been more
than forthcoming

in this investigation,
Captain.

In fact, we have
been very generous.

But we called this meeting
because now there is

a pattern of harassment.

Ms. Bracken, as long
as your client

remains a person of interest

in the murder of Karen Lloyd

and one of my men,
we will investigate

any and all possibilities.

It isn't harassment.

These were taken in front
of my daughter's school.

This one, this one

and this one.

If you don't like the
word "harassment,"

maybe "stalking"
is a better fit.

Pull her leash, Captain.

Keep her away
from my client.

I-I can't protect you
if you pull stunts like this.

One of the other
mothers at the school

is involved in
March's business.

I am sure of it.

I thought they were talking
shop on the grounds.

Oh.

You know the real reason
she brought

those photos today, right?

She wants you to know
that she's got eyes on you.

That she can get to you.

Watch your back, okay?

Hey.

Hey!

You know you're late.

I have to be back
at the station

in 45 minutes.

The guys at Giancarlo's
are artists.

You think they care
about our schedules?

Besides, I tried
calling you twice.

My phone never rang.

It figures.

Park's between two towers.

It's a total dead zone.

Not for her it isn't.

You know,
just give me a second.

Excuse me?

I think you and I have
a mutual friend.

Her name is Elana.

She pays people to take
pictures of me sometimes.

Babe, I'm gonna have
to call you back.

What's your problem?

My problem is that
I don't like being followed.

Your problem is that I know
what you look like now.

You're nuts.

Joan?

Hey.

I don't want to get your hopes
up, but someone wrote in

with a tip on the hotel murders.

A guy named Montcliffe Ekuban.

He says we ought to be looking
at a guest who checked in

as "John Mason."

Our tipster says
his real name

is Kevin Elspeth,
who is, get this...

"the subject of persistent
rumors in my native Germany.

"There are whispers he is
a high-end assassin.

"If true, it cannot be
a coincidence that he was

staying at the hotel
when Karen Lloyd was killed."

"If true," being
the operative phrase there.

Well, I almost filed that
directly in the crazy pile,

but then I figured...

We're nowhere
after two months

and we're
getting desperate.

Well, that Elspeth
is local...

easy to run down.

What is it?

Uh... it's just the name.

What, Elspeth?

No, Montcliffe Ekuban.

I know it from someplace.

? ?

You can take the helmet off.

Watson.

I apologize if the helmet
gave you a scare.

It's an Isolator,
invented in 1925,

to encourage focus
and concentration by...

I didn't come here
to talk about

some stupid helmet, okay?

I came here, because I realized

that you were the one

who tipped Gregson off
to Kevin Elspeth today.

Montcliffe and Ekuban...

they were criminologists

during the Victorian era.

You had me read their books

when you were training me.

You were supposed to make

that connection.

I wanted you
to see it for

the olive branch
that it was...

I expected it...
what I did not expect...

was you coming here.

I had planned a more...

formal announcement
of my arrival...

in New York, but...
now that you're here...

I don't care
that you're back.

I don't care
why you're back.

I just want you to stay
out of my case.

The case that, until today,
had failed to connect

Kevin Elspeth to the murders
of a protected witness

and a New York City
Police Detective?

I first learned of Elspeth
while investigating

a separate murder
in Germany in 2007.

I was unable to prove that

he was the culprit, but...

I'm quite convinced
he has committed

multiple assassinations.

The alias
he used here

in New York,
"John Mason,"

it refers to
the perpetrator

of the infamous
"Mystic Massacre"

of the Pequot Indians.

I found a number
of similar aliases...

all staying in cities
where exotic murders occurred

and all referencing
a notorious figure.

"John Herod,"
was in Paris

when a hedge fund manager
was killed.

"John Bathory..."
If Elspeth had anything

to do with what happened..

I would've gotten
to him myself.

Are you worried
I plan to take the credit?

I'm disappointed,
Watson.

I warned you repeatedly

over the course
of our partnership...

There is no partnership!

You ended it in that note

you left me eight months ago.

The one that was five
whole sentences long.

I concede the note
was a mistake.

I should have bid
my farewells in person.

Yes, you should have.

But the truth is,
you were right...

I didn't need you anymore.

I still don't.

Captain.

Captain.

Holmes.

You coming in or what?

You look well, Captain.

Very well.

It saddens me, of course,
to realize that your efforts

to resurrect your marriage
were for naught.

Well, I see you've
found someone else?

A fair-haired lady.

Athletic, approximately
five-foot-nine.

Tell me you didn't
come here

to do parlor tricks.

I came here
to apologize.

I owed you and
Detective Bell

a proper good-bye
before I left.

It was
a difficult time,

it was...

I was thinking of
no one but myself.

Must have been a day

that ended in "Y."

How are things at MI6?

The other reason
I'm here...

no longer with them...

creative differences...

I'm afraid.

You got fired

and now you want
your old job back.

I do not lack for
other opportunities,

I assure you.

But I have a certain
comfort level here.

And a good deal
to make up for;

my exit was the
very opposite

of professional.

You think
I was mad at you,

because you didn't
come give me a hug

before you went back
to London?

We're not friends.

I like you...

I want good things
for you...

but our relationship...

it's a means to an end

as much to me
as it is to you.

We just never said that

out loud before.

Which is a good thing,

because it makes it easier

for me to say,

"You want to come back?

"Sure.

"You want to leave again?

That's fine, too."

But the work

needs to be exceptional.

I'm very grateful,
Captain.

Well, don't thank me yet.

It isn't up to me.

It's up to Joan.

She's done a hell of a job

since you've been gone.

And if she
were to leave

because of some
decision I made,

let's just say,

that wouldn't be
as easy to hack.

I understand;

I'll have another
conversation with her.

In the meantime, I'd like to
take this opportunity

to apprise you of
an adjustment I have made

with regards
to my practice.

Should we resume
our collaboration...

it will affect you
as much as it will Watson.

According to the
hotel's register,

that is "John Mason."

He bares a
striking resemblance

to you, Mr. Elspeth.

Why'd you check in
under an alias?

I suppose you have me
dead to rights,

so...

I confess.

I went there
to hire an escort.

If that's just you
looking for a date;

why all the luggage?

I'm a marketing consultant...

sometimes when I'm immersed
in a project,

I'll hole up in a hotel
for a week or two;

helps me focus.

The girls help, too.

It's not the
sort of thing you want

coming to light, so...

So you're careful...

maybe not careful enough.

You were John Herod in Paris,
John Bathory in Tangier,

John Dillinger in Kyoto.
All notorious Johns.

It's my sense of humor.
What's this about?

Prostitution isn't even illegal
in some of these places.

Murder is.
There was

an elaborate assassination
in every one of those cities

within days of
you arriving.

A judge here, a politician
there, a couple of executives.

Anyone for a
price, right?

You have me confused with someone.
Don't expect us to believe

that this is a coincidence.

Two days after you
checked in to this hotel,

you added a state's witness
and a cop to your r?sum?.

You're referring to Karen Lloyd.

I heard about it on the news.

We're gonna tie you
to one of these hits.

Now, until then, you've got
a window of opportunity.

We want
Elana March.

You come clean about
how she hired you to kill

Karen Lloyd, and we'll
put you with a D.A.

who will appreciate
your cooperation.

You've got more leverage
to cut a deal now

than you ever
will again.

Is that all?

That's all.

Then I thank you,

and I wish you Godspeed
in your investigation.

I'm sure it'll clear my name.

Well, whoever Montcliffe Ekuban
is, I'd like to buy him a beer.

Kevin Elspeth is suspicious
as hell. He's cocky, too.

He's gotten away
with murder before.

Yeah, well, I'm about
to head back to the office.

Japan's gonna wake up. I want to
see if he left a trace in Kyoto.

You want a ride?
No, I'm headed uptown.

There's a caf? across
from March's office.

I'm gonna camp out, see if
he reaches out in person.

All right. My advice?
Cut 'em a wide berth.

Don't move.
The police are on their way.

Those were singlestick moves.
How the hell do you know...

Singlestick.

You don't work for March.

You work for Sherlock.

I don't work for anyone.

I'm his new partner.

Tell me exactly what you said.
I told her I was your partner.

So you lied to her.

Did I?

What else?

Nothing.

She wasn't the
least bit curious

as to why you
were following her?

Yeah, of course she was.

I told her it was none
of her damn business.

Look, I'm sorry, okay?

But she hit me, and I just...

I could not have
been clearer

last night.

I told you that any
and all surveillance

of Watson was to
cease immediately.

I was bored.

You went to get the power
turned back on.

Can you blame me for being
just a little bit curious?

Yes, I can.

She's the original model.

The one you never
shut up about.

You didn't think
I'd want to see

what she's got
that I don't?

What she has

is two years of training.

Two years of doing
exactly what I said.

I told you
before we left London,

I have plans here
for both of us.

Do you remember our plans?

I'm sorry, okay?

Don't be sorry.

Be better.

Earlier I had you organize
these writing samples

in decreasing order
of the authors'

potential sexual deviancy.

Do it again.

Going up?

Is this what you call
"staying out of my case"?

Watson, try to understand.
A detective comes across

only so many
locked room mysteries

during the course
of their career.

I myself have only ever
encountered seven.

Ah, only seven.

You've obviously come to examine
the scene of the crime.

Knowing you,
it's some sort of ritual.

Sorry, no.

Stairs are
just over there.

Thank you.

Perhaps together
we can find something

which escaped you
on a previous occasion.

You want to ride the elevator,
ride the elevator.

I'm here to look at the room
Kevin Elspeth stayed in.

She's not my partner.

She's my prot?g?e,

as you once were.

Are you talking
about the psychopath

who attacked me with
a baton yesterday,

the one who has
been stalking me?

Yeah, about the stalking...

Wait, is this the part
where you tell me

that it was on your orders?

Wow, I never would have
figured that out.

I had to determine how
you'd fared in my absence.

I wanted to know exactly
how much to apologize for.

Over the course of
the last week, however,

it's become clear that
you've done remarkably well.

"Last week"? That woman has
been following me for a week?

I'm torn, really.

I'm proud of her surveillance.

I'm disappointed in your
failure to detect it.

Well, you're not
my teacher anymore,

so I don't care how you feel
about anything I'm doing.

So please, for the
last time, butt out.

I was afraid, Watson.

That's why I left.

I'd laid my hands on
a small amount of heroin, and...

It was a test, you see.

A means to demonstrate
how far I'd come.

Could I keep it close to me

without, uh...

And then you announced
you were leaving,

and, uh, I got angry.

'Cause I knew immediately
I would fail.

I resented you, Watson,

when I should've
resented myself.

So I ran away.

From you, from the brownstone

and from the drugs I kept there.

Because of course there are
no drugs in London.

It was a new challenge.

A new test.

And in
the event I failed,

it would not be
right in front of you.

It was good.

My sobriety remained intact.

And I came to a series
of realizations.

First and foremost,
that it was wrong

to make you the face
of my problem.

Secondly,

that the experience
I'd had with you,

the one that had kept me focused
and grounded,

could be replicated.

I'm a mentor, Watson.

I'm-I'm a teacher.

It struck me like a thunderbolt.

I realized it wasn't you
I was afraid of losing,

not really.

It was our relationship.

The mechanics of it.

The give and the take.

So I realized I
could do it again.

So you dug up that girl.

Kitty.

I got into a baton fight
with someone named Kitty.

Short for Kathryn, but...

Kitty is her strong preference,
so...

Obviously, no mere coincidence

that Kevin Elspeth
reserved a room

with a wall adjacent
to the lift shaft.

Obviously, but surveillance
video from the hall

showed that he never
left his room

the morning
Karen Lloyd was shot.

He didn't shoot
through the walls.

The bullets which killed her
and Detective Palmer

were fired towards this room,

not away from it.

Not to mention the fact

that the police
cleared this place

floor by floor.

I'm sure they would've noticed
four holes in the wall.

If I was still your mentor,

I would remind you how helpful
it can be

to study a crime scene
from alternate perspectives,

but...
Pretty sure

he wasn't sitting
on the shower bench

when he murdered two people.

The captain is open
to taking me back.

He's even supportive

of my efforts with Kitty.

You are, after all,
powerful proof

of my ability to train others

in the art
of detection.

There is, uh, one condition.

He'll only assent
with your blessing.

I'm glad that you figured
so many things out.

I am, but I've got

a lot of work to do.

Hi.

You should know
I have a stun gun,

just in case.

Sherlock sent me a text.

Actually, he sent me nine texts.

He said I should come.

Yeah, I know.

He solved your
case for you.

Karen Lloyd. Detective Palmer.

For the last two months,
you've been asking yourself

how a killer was able
to enter a moving elevator,

shoot two people
and then flee the scene

without leaving a trace
in mere moments.

The answer is,
he did no such thing.

Kitty said you have a theory?

Actually, I said

you solved it.

More accurate to say
that we solved it.

Your line of inquiry,
while misdirected,

was essential.
What is it you think

you're onto?

A most novel modus operandi.

Kitty wanted to know
why a practiced assassin

like Kevin Elspeth
would use

armor-piercing bullets
such as these

in such tight quarters.

The likelihood that his targets
would don bulletproof vests

whilst still in the hotel
was... remote.

And with the element
of surprise,

it would have been just as easy
to aim between their eyes.

Steel-core bullets
are incredibly lethal.

I think it's safe
to assume that

he wanted to be sure
that the targets would die.

If that were all he wanted, he
only had to fire more bullets,

of any caliber.

And so it occurred to me

he used these,
'cause they're the only type

of rounds which are magnetic.

What is that?

It's an electromagnet.

Albeit, a rather... puny one.

Only about one one-hundredth
as powerful as the device

that Kevin Elspeth assembled
in his hotel room.

Please note, this model
is not to scale.

The murder magnet...
likely a 20-Tesla unit...

would have been just
about as big as a keg of beer.

Nobody heard gunfire.

We thought he used a silencer.

Earlier today, I noticed
some very faint grooves

between the paneling
in the side of the elevator.

I've come to realize
that they were made

when Elspeth jammed
four already-expended slugs...

into the wall, just so.

Then he sat back, and he
monitored the radio chatter

of Ms. Lloyd's
protective detail.

When he heard she was on the move,
he flipped a switch,

and...

voil?.

Two dead targets...

and every appearance
of a shooting.

This is impressive.

But is there any way
to prove it?

No.

It was, literally,
the perfect crime.

Then why do you look so happy?

Because while
this crime is perfect,

the one that preceded it...

was not.

Mm... you think the killer
used a magnet?

It would explain a lot...
like why there was so little gunshot residue

found at the scene.

The bullets were shot
from a gun,

just not that day...
that day they were pulled

through the victims. It would also
explain why one of the bullets

missed completely.

'Cause it wasn't aimed;
it was only positioned...

at a height that would hit
Karen Lloyd between the chest

and the head, just
like the other three.

I didn't do it.

You don't have a shred
of proof that I did.

And I think my lawyer's gonna have
something to say about this harassment.

What's this?

You said we didn't have
a shred of proof.

That's not quite right.

Ten days
before Ms. Lloyd

and Mr. Palmer
got on that elevator,

a 20-Tesla magnet was stolen from
a lab at Rutgers University.

On his way out,
the thief crossed with a security guard

and beat him half to death.

Guy almost bled out.

The thing about blood,
it's almost as good as ink

at taking fingerprints.

The assailant left
a clean impression

of his thumb
and three of his fingers.

We were wondering
if they'll be a match for yours.

Now, if you don't want to get
your hands dirty, that's okay.

Shouldn't be hard to pull
any of the dozen or so prints

you've left since
you walked in this room.

I'm not a killer.

If you want to speak to me
again, contact my attorney.

Hello.

It's me, Joan. Elana.

A few months ago,
you were kind enough

to take me to lunch.

I was wondering
if I could return the favor.

What do you want, Elana?

You talked to a man
today about a theft.

Obviously, you heard
from Kevin Elspeth.

I'm sorry, that
name's not familiar.

The crime, on
the other hand...

An acquaintance of
mine was the culprit.

A man by the name
of Romero Sosa.

The same Romero Sosa

who used to work
for your husband.

Did he?

Well, in the event that any
fingerprints were taken,

I strongly suggest

that you compare
them to Mr. Sosa's,

not this Mr...
I'm sorry,

what did you say
his name was again?

Elspeth would only
kill Karen Lloyd

if you supplied him
with the right equipment.

Sosa stole the magnet,

Elspeth used it
to pull off the hit.

So the prints we got
from Elspeth today

aren't going to match
the ones from the scene.

I'm just trying
to give you a tip.

Anonymously and
off the record.

Where is
Sosa now?

We've fallen
out of touch.

So you had him killed.

His body's probably at
the bottom of the ocean.

You're so
negative, Joan.

Karen was
negative.

Look where
it got her.

I really thought
you'd be there.

With her,
in the end.

In fact,
I'm amazed

you weren't in
that elevator.

I mean...

what if the person behind it

was counting on you being there?

Well, I guess
that person

would've been
pretty disappointed.

I don't think
she's the type

to stay disappointed
for very long.

Housewarming present.

There's little open
at this hour.

What do you want?

Captain Gregson
told me

of your crossing
with Miss March.

She was right, of course.

The fingerprints were not
a match for Kevin Elspeth's.

May I come in?

Kevin Elspeth?

Yes, that's him
checking in.

You said the
electromagnet

was like a keg,

but he didn't have any luggage
that size or shape.

Hmm. Obviously, he...

He brought it in
in pieces, I know.

Well, he'd have to.

A 20-Tesla magnet weighs
a little more than one ton.

A ton?

Romero Sosa

would've needed help
when he stole it.

So Captain Gregson is
dispatching a team to Rutgers

tomorrow
morning.

They'll search
for evidence

which might help identify
additional parties.

You could've sent me a text.

Hmm.

I know what it's like
to be frustrated

in pursuit of a nemesis.

There were times when,
amongst your other functions,

you served as a kind of
"sounding board" for me,

so I thought perhaps I could

return the favor.
No.

You decided
we weren't partners.

So I learned
to work without you.

It's what I'm used to now.

Well, should you
change your mind...

? ?

? ?

? ?

I think I'm ready
for another.

It's got to be 5:00
somewhere, right?

Joan.

And you brought
your friend.

You have great taste.

Real estate, horses, hit men.

I was so focused
on what happened

in that elevator,

I never stopped to think
about what happened next.

Imagine you're
Kevin Elspeth.

You just killed
two people in cold blood.

Now, police are flooding
into the hotel.

They're checking the rooms,
blocking exits,

and you want out.

Problem is, you have

a 2,000-pound
magnet with you.

Pretty hard to explain.
So what do you do?

Hmm, I don't know.

Can I fly in this
absurd hypothetical?

No, but you're clever.

Clever enough to have smuggled
pieces of your murder weapon

into the hotel in your luggage.

Others you had shipped
there in boxes.

Only now,
the job's done,

but the murder weapon is
too heavy to move quickly.

The hotel lobby cameras

have Elspeth
coming and going.

But the thing is,

his bags look a lot heavier
checking in

than checking out.

We confirmed that he didn't send

any packages from the hotel.

He left the magnet
in his room.

I was planning on
going riding today,

so if you want to talk
more about your theories,

I suggest you consult
my attorneys.

We found it.

There are only
so many places you could

stash something that size.

The bench in the shower
was perfect.

When it was over, all he had
to do was replace the top

of the bench.
He did a good job, too.

But the thing is,

if you really study
every inch of a crime scene,

sometimes you notice things
you weren't even looking for.

Like where
the grout

is a little whiter
because it's new.

Kevin Elspeth was careful
not to get his prints

on the magnet.
We know, because

he buried disposable gloves...
like these...

right in there
with it.

Now, he didn't consider
the possibility

we could be pull his prints from
inside the gloves themselves.

And I suppose he told you

exactly what you wanted to hear.

Well, you're under arrest.

I wonder if this...

Mr. Elspeth will
still be alive

by the time
I go to trial.

Well, yes and no.

Kevin Elspeth
doesn't exist anymore.

He entered Federal Witness
Protection this morning.

You're never gonna
find this one, Elana.

You have the right
to remain silent

and refuse
to answer questions.

Anything you do say
may be used against you

in a court of law.

Kitty!

Did you forget
you handcuffed me

to a chair down here?

You should've freed yourself
minutes ago.

Watson.

Can I come in?

Mm.

Place looks good.

Does it?

I wanted to let you know
that, uh...

Elana March has been
brought to justice.

Again. Yeah.

Saw it on the news.

You are to be
commended, Watson.

If not for your doggedness...
I told

Captain Gregson I was okay with
you coming back to the precinct.

I'm even okay with, uh, Kitty.

Well, I'm...

I'm very glad to hear that.

We're still
not partners.

We'll work on
our own cases, of course,

but if you ever
need a consultation

or fresh eyes
on something... whatever...

I'm-I'm available.

As I am to you.

I wanted to ask you one thing.

Why are you here?

I live here.

No, not the brownstone.

New York.

London didn't work out,
but I know you.

You could've gone anywhere.

So why here?

Isn't it obvious?

I belong here.

As do you.

Watson.

Sherlock told me the news.

I'm grateful.

I think I'm gonna learn a lot.

You're welcome.

You threw away a lot
to take up with Sherlock.

A whole other career.

It's made me wonder...

What happened to you?

Why would you take him up
on his offer?

I guess I didn't see it
as throwing anything away.

I saw it as

moving towards something.

What about you?
What happened to you?

Oh, it's like you said,
I suppose.

I'm moving towards something.