Elementary (2012–…): Season 4, Episode 24 - A Difference in Kind - full transcript

Holmes and Watson's lives are threatened by an influential, worldwide criminal network connected to the murder attempt on Morland Holmes (John Noble). Also, Sherlock's grievances with his father threaten their alliance to bring their mutual adversary to justice.

WATSON:
Previously on Elementary...

The depravity and atrocity
numeration test.

Someone is using
the DANTE survey

to identify
and recruit psychopaths.

Several years ago,

I anticipated that,
without Moriarty,

her group would fall apart.

I was mistaken.

Someone else has taken over.

Who is Joshua Vikner?

Economics professor.

I'm quite certain
Professor Vikner

is the heir to
Jamie Moriarty's fetid throne.

VIKNER:
You found me.

But I want you to know
I bear you no ill will.

Nor does anyone I oversee.

You're untouchable.

Jamie made it clear that you
were not to be harmed.

Apologies for the subterfuge.

I thought perhaps
we were being watched.

There's a light on
in the McGuiness's apartment,

across the way.

They're out of town.

Turns out I'm not paranoid.

(rapid beeping)

You're not breathing.

That's because
I'm a little nervous.

You needn't be.

This device is
not on a timer.

It's designed to be
detonated remotely,

and since no one saw us enter,

we're quite safe.

That's funny,
I don't feel “quite safe.”

You know who's good with bombs?

The bomb squad.
That's who we should call.

We should not.
Beckoning the police

would put the lives of our
neighbors at risk.

Not to mention our
many belongings.

We would also forfeit the
opportunity to gather any clues

about the individual
who wants us dead.

You say that like
we don't know who did this.

Vikner did this obviously.

He planted the same
kind of bomb

that blew up
your father's office.

Just a few hours ago,
he had a witness killed inside

a police precinct.

He did, but I think
we can rely on one thing,

and that is that
he fears Moriarty.

He has repeatedly implied

that he runs her organization
through her good graces.

So?

So, she has but one rule:

You and I are untouchable.

(gasps)

What just happened?

I just disarmed the bomb.

But you didn't pick a wire,
it was just...

Despite the plots
of the many movies

that you tell me are good,
which are in fact not good,

bomb-makers don't build tests of
electrical engineering skill,

they build devices that go bang.

The simpler the device,

the more likely
it is to explode.

This one would have had the
person across the street

seen us enter.

Speaking of
our would-be murderer,

let's go introduce ourselves.

♪ Elementary 4x24 ♪
A Difference in Kind
Original Air Date on May 8, 2016

== sync, corrected by elderman ==
@elder_man

(alarm beeping)

Did we just set off the alarm?

It appears we did.

So you're wrong.

The person who planted the bomb
wasn't watching us from here.

Someone was.

I smell fresh cigarette smoke,

and every shade is drawn
is except for that one.

Can you imagine a better view

of our front door
than from here?

What kind of bomber turns
the alarm on before he leaves?

You're assuming he has left.

It's possible he found a way in

that was not protected
by a sensor.

There's no one here,
we should go.

And we have about 15 seconds

before that alarm goes
from beeping to blaring.

(sighs)

(keypad beeps, alarm stops)

You just defused a bomb
two minutes ago,

don't look so impressed.

This is Joe and Colleen's place.

I fed their fish last year
when they went on that cruise.

Not the sort of information
I retain.

Yeah, well, one of us has to.

We're here.

We may as well
take a look around.

(sighs)
You were right.

Colleen and Joe have been out of
town for the last few days.

He just texted me,

and they did not hire
a house sitter.

Yet someone sat right there,

watching our home.

Someone who smokes
clove cigarettes.

That's fresh?

Mm-hmm.

You want to tell
me again why you think

the person who just
tried to kill us

does not work
for Joshua Vikner?

Taking our lives

would cost Vikner his own;
you know this.

I mean, I get that there's
a rule against hurting us,

but there are also rules
against extortion,

war profiteering, and murder.

I mean, if he's
willing to break those...

If he crosses his predecessor,

there is a 100% chance
he will be exsanguinated.

The odds that we will
dig up proof against him

are, in his estimation,
much less daunting.

You think someone's
trying to frame him?

Not just someone...

someone inside his organization.

The police know nothing
of Joshua Vikner,

he's not a suspect in the
bombing of my father's office,

and yet someone left
the exact same device

in our home.

Why?
For whose benefit?

Moriarty's.

Someone hopes to incite her
to Vikner's destruction.

They failed.

But we now know that there
is dissention in the ranks.

We can use that
to our advantage.

How?

We find the dissenter.

Propose an alliance.

With the person who
just tried to blow us up?

The enemy of my enemy, Watson.

(phone rings)

Marcus, hey.
It's late, what's up?

Hey, is Sherlock with you?

We're both here.

You know a Christopher Gray,

the head of
your dad's security detail?

Yes.

Did either of you
see him tonight?

No, why?

Couple of hours ago, he was
found unconscious on a sidewalk,

just a few blocks
from your place.

Someone busted him up
pretty good,

so I called.

You think he was mugged?
No, in addition

to his wallet and watch,

he had an unregistered
nine millimeter on him.

Not sure how it ties

to everything else
we've seen lately,

but I'm gonna go
talk to the guy.

He's at St. Bede's.
Thought you might want to join.

We'll see you shortly.

(monitor beeping)
TV WEATHERMAN: Just out of the northwest,

at seven miles per hour,
it's currently...

I'm supposed to watch that.

The concussion.

They don't want me
falling asleep.

Well, don't worry, Mr. Gray,
this conversation will be

just as stimulating
as the weather report.

What do you want?

The man who put you here,

he broke your clavicle,
your parietal bone,

two of your ribs.
We want to find him.

GRAY: I don't remember anything
since this morning.

I can't help.

WATSON: Well, it says here that
you have suffered

a significant head trauma,

so that is possible,
but I doubt it.

You were encamped in our
neighbor's apartment

this evening;
you were spying on us.

For a moment,
we thought you also

put a bomb in our home,

but then another more likely
scenario presented itself,

one that would account
for your many injuries.

I don't know what
you're talking about.

I can't follow
a word you're saying.

I want you to leave.

(call button beeps)

You've been making eye contact
since we walked in.

Your heart rate is going up;
you're lying.

We're pretty sure
you don't need to.

You've been spying on us
for Morland.

He knows we've been keeping
things from him.

The identity of his enemy,
for example.

You found an empty
apartment, you set up shop.

But tonight you saw a man
breaking into our house.

When he left, you approached
him, there was a fight.

He put you here.

We came to thank you
for saving our lives.

So just drop the charade...

and tell us what
transpired tonight.

I'm sorry...

but I don't answer to you.

I answer to your father.

(door opens)

Can I help you, Mr. Gray?

I don't know who
these people are.

They're bothering me.

I'll call security.

No, there's no need.

Please, take good care of him.

He's confused,
but he's a good man.

You should stay here.

Marcus will be here soon.

It'll be conspicuous
if we're both absent.

Where you going?

There's a church
under renovation

around the corner
from us on Quay.

That's where they
picked him up.

He had plaster dust

on the shoulder of his coat.

Perhaps that's where he
sustained the injuries

from our would-be bomber.

I'll see if I can
pick up the trail there.

(door shuts)

♪ ♪

I didn't do it.

I need to speak
to my son alone.

Mr. Gray filled you in, did he?

As I understand it,

you should send him a gift.

So I assume this is
the man who he stopped

from detonating 15 gallons of
acetone peroxide solution

inside your least valuable
real estate holding.

The point, I believe,
was to kill you.

There was a chase.

The assassin tried to lose
Mr. Gray by ducking in here.

Blows were exchanged.

And then bullets.

Why did you come here?

It was on my way.

Where?

To you.

I wanted to talk.

If you're here
looking for identification,

you won't find any.

I just wanted to see his face
before my men dispose of him.

Although, I confess I don't know
what I thought I could tell

by looking at him.

He's of Iranian descent,
between 37 and 42 years old.

He's on blood pressure
medication and he enjoys

racket sports.

I could tell you
a lot about him,

but the most important thing

is that he did not work
for the same person

who had your office bombed.

You just said he planted
the same kind of device.

And with very good reason.

One I'm not inclined
to disclose at the moment.

(sighs)
Have it your way.

If I had a white flag,
I would wave it.

That's what I was
coming to tell you.

I was wrong the other night.

You were right.

I didn't know what I was
up against; I do now.

And I've decided not to waste
what remains of my life

on some mad scramble
for vengeance.

You expect me to believe
that your bloodlust has waned?

I still want justice for Sabine.

But there is a price
I am not willing to pay.

I will not lose my son.

I want to help you.

You bested the head of this
organization once before.

I will give anything in my power
to help you do it again.

You have my word.

We'll do it your way.

Well, I know where to find you,

should I decide
I need your help.

Sherlock?

In here.

(sighs)

You know what?

I'd really like
to get rid of that.

Promise I'll clean my room

as soon as I've done
my homework.

You found the bomber?

Before and after his
meeting with Mr. Gray.

As you can see,

facial recognition software
provided a match.

He didn't maintain a social
media presence of his own.

But according to his
bowling friends, his name

is Nasim Behzadi.

He was a driver
for Iran's U.N. Mission.

Do you think he was taking
orders from someone in Tehran?

I think they came
from someone more local.

Iran has a woman working
at their U.N. Mission?

Zoya Hashemi.

She's the second
in command there.

He was her personal driver.

And she was responsible
for bringing him to the U.S.

For her to get that job
in that government,

she must be very smart
and very well-connected.

It would make her
an ideal spoke in Vikner's

wheels-within-wheels outfit,
don't you think?

Why do you think she tired
to frame him for killing us?

You think she wanted
to take over the group?

Perhaps she grew tired
of participating

in the cancerous web
of blackmail,

market manipulation and homicide
that he maintains.

The precise motive for
her attempt on our life

can only be guessed
at, but I think

she sent Mr. Behzadi
and his bomb.

So, naturally,
we should befriend this lady.

I'd like her to understand
there are other ways

to deal with a problem
like Professor Vikner.

Perhaps she can
provide the means.

So how do we get to her?

We can't just stroll into the
U.N. and introduce ourselves.

My father offered
his assistance.

I think we should accept.
You're kidding.

He said he's willing to put his
quest for retribution on hold.

You believed him?

We're gonna need some help

if we're to turn Ms. Hashemi.

♪ ♪

This professor--

what's he like in person?

I'm sure you've been painting
a portrait of evil

in your mind's eye
since Sabine's death,

but it's really not like that.

A closer approximate would be
Great Uncle Willard

as a younger man.

You haven't said
very much, Joan.

You still don't trust me,
do you?

No, I don't.

So do you think your contacts

in the region are sufficient

to motivate Ms. Hashemi
to help us?

This woman was
willing to kill you

just to provoke
Vikner's removal.

I don't think that motivation
will be the problem.

The method
you're proposing...

that's where we may
run into trouble.

I was told Rixar Energy
was only sending

two representatives today.

Forgive us, Ms. Hashemi.

My old friend George
may have given you

some inaccurate
information

about our party. Um...

I do hope we can
still meet privately.

(speaking native language)

(door opens)

(door closes)

No reason for pretense,
I suppose.

WATSON: We know
you're not religious.

We've been
looking into you.

What else have you learned?

You're a murderous hag.

Oh, good.

We're going to be direct.

In that case,
I suppose I should start

by apologizing for having

a bomb placed in your home.

So you don't deny it?

I don't have to, Ms. Watson.

Such are the legal privileges
my position affords me.

You came here
under false pretenses.

There's no more need for lies.

You want to talk about
Joshua Vikner, correct?

So talk.

SHERLOCK: We know why you tried
to kill us, Ms. Hashemi.

The professor was a poor choice
to head up your cabal.

He's reckless, undisciplined.

We need a scalpel
in that position,

not a hammer.

And your skirmishes with him

have drawn
too much attention.

Are you tying to tell me you're
going to help me kill him?

Murder's not on the table,
I'm afraid.

We don't just want
the head of the snake.

We want the whole
slithering mass.

We want to roll up
your entire organization.

MORLAND:
Help us.

Tell us everything you know,

and I will personally
guarantee your safety.

(wry, quiet laugh)

You think you can just roll up

what remains
of Moriarty's legacy?

As I should've done long ago.

If that's your plan, dear,

there's something
you should see.

Do you know what this is?

Looks like you're tracking votes

from U.N. members.

Yes, but there's much
more to it than that.

Everything in English
is for my staff's

consumption.

Everything in red is for me.

The Persian script is in code.

You won't crack it.

The point is

I want you to notice
the amount of red notations.

They represent
recent activity

of another global organization.

You expect us to believe
that your group is active

in almost half the countries
in the world?

Sometimes it's
just an operative.

Sometimes it's a
mid-level bureaucrat

being blackmailed,
or a financier.

In certain domains,

there's much more.

The point is

you can't just hope to roll up

a network as large as this.

Now, perhaps you see

why I've acted
the way I have.

Framing the professor with
your deaths was my only chance.

I couldn't risk another.

Who said you have a choice?

We can expose you
to the Iranian government.

Mr. Holmes,
there at least a dozen names

on that board that I fear
more than my government.

I have a family.

And Joshua Vikner
will defend his position

as furiously as he fought
to acquire it.

We thought he just took over--
who'd he have to fight?

If you won't help us,
maybe they will.

You're assuming
they're still alive.

As a matter of fact, he is.

When Moriarty was captured...

those with the most influence
in the group realized

that we couldn't continue on
without a leader.

We were, as you said,

the snake, and we were
eating our own tail.

Certain candidates emerged--
Vikner among them.

But others, like myself,

advocated for an individual
outside the group.

A man we'd long admired.

A legend.

He'd spent a lifetime
playing dice with the globe,

and had profited

immensely.

He still does.

She's talking about you.

They wanted you to lead them.

MS. HASHEMI:
Tell me you don't see

art in what we do.

Tell me

you couldn't
have perfected it.

WATSON: That's why Vikner
tried to have him killed

back then--
because he was in the way?

He had to go.
Only he didn't go.

He was only wounded.

He lost a lover as well.

It gave Vikner
the time he needed

to solidify his position.

I'm sorry.

You wish my help.

But you're living proof
of what happens

when he perceives
a threat to his power.

Are you smiling?

How often do you learn
so much so quickly?

It's invigorating.

Taken in total,
the situation is quite daunting.

But we can crawl
before we must run.

What does that mean?

Ms. Hashemi,
she had the right idea.

I object to her choice
of targets, obviously,

but it makes sense.

What does?

We want to defeat
Joshua Vikner.

A way to do so has just
been made quite plain.

We're gonna frame him
for murder.

♪ ♪

I think I found something.

Lance Chapel.

Psycho Cinco.

I've repeatedly asked
you not to call him that.

It's late.

I can call the crazy people
whatever I want.

December 16 of 2012,

there was a suspicious fire
in his apartment building.

An old married couple
was killed.

He was questioned because they
had gotten into an argument

a few days before.

Says here the Hofmanns
were difficult tenants--

nosy, the keepers
of dozens of cats.

Got into arguments
with lots of their neighbors.

Right,
but how many of them

do you suppose took
the DANTE survey in 2015,

and got outed as a psychopath?

Says here he was
in a conference in Tokyo

on the night of the 16th.

We made those calendars

based on where the Internet
said Vikner had been.

So?

So the Internet
is not always right.

It says here
that photos were taken.

This is your handwriting.

You can't frame him
for the fire.

Maybe if we were not
limiting ourselves to crimes

we think were committed
by the DANTE psychos...

Do you disagree with the notion
that they committed heinous acts

before they were identified
by the survey?

Of course not,
I just accused Chapel of arson.

We now know that four
of these people are dead,

and two of them are
already in prison.

Their fates are sealed.

We stick to the psychopaths.

Do you think Morland
would've said yes

to the offer
to take over the group?

No.

There's no denying that over
his long and storied career,

my father has facilitated
business deals

where death was a likely outcome
for someone, somewhere.

But Vikner and his people,

they pursue death
as a business deal.

It's a difference of kind,
not of degree.

It makes the murder of Sabine
Raoult all the more pointless.

My father was
never a threat

to Vikner's ascendency...

Did you
find something?

Where's the calendar for 2013?

Kitchen-- I brought it down
there when I made my dinner.

WATSON:
What is it?

Arthur Tetch, one of our two
incarcerated psychopaths.

On April 3, 2013,

a young woman from his
neighborhood went missing--

Autumn Dunbar.

Two weeks later,
she was found,

miles away, slashed to ribbons

in a parking structure
in Harlem.

It was obvious to the police
that she'd been held somewhere.

Tortured.

The theory was
that she had escaped,

only to be pursued
and then killed by her captor.

Note the bit about her clothes.

CSU found traces
of sodium borate.

Aka borax, a component
in many detergents.

So the police thought that
she'd been held in a room

which contained
cleaning supplies.

But borax is also
a preservative used in...

Taxidermy, which is how
Arthur Tetch made his living.

He had a store in Harlem.

Yeah, he moved not one month
after Autumn's murder.

Perhaps to put some distance

between himself
and the place that he held her.

Some more good news.

Joshua Vikner was in New York
the night she went missing

and the night
her throat was slashed.

Okay, so we have a murder
that we're pretty sure

was committed by Arthur Tetch
and it fits our timetable.

How are we gonna
pin that to Viktor?

Produce a murder weapon.

You seriously think that Tetch
held onto that knife he used?

No, you misunderstand.

We literally produce
a murder weapon.

The right kind of blade can be
procured at any hardware store.

Samples of Autumn Dunbar's blood

were preserved
at several crime labs.

I'll find out which one has
the weakest security,

and I'll pay them
a visit before morning.

Then what? We just stash
the knife at Vikner's office

and then call a tip in
to the police?

Too suspicious.

I want the murder weapon
to speak for itself.

As well as
Autumn Dunbar's blood,

I want some evidence which
ties it directly to Vikner.

Okay, so how are you
gonna get that?

I'm not. You are.

Our world only gets more
dangerous; it's a fact.

But that danger
forces us to think,

to look for new ways
to organize ourselves.

In the case of South Sudan,

attacks on hospitals
and food banks

have driven population groups

(phone ringing)
out of city centers.

I see that someone's
forgotten my rule

about phones in the classroom.

(ringing continues)

(ringing continues)
I think you want to take this.

Excuse me a moment, will you?

I'll be right back.

(ringing continues)

(students murmuring)

(ringing continues)

Hello?

MORLAND: Professor Vikner,
this is Morland Holmes.

Mr. Holmes, this is an honor.

I've followed your career
with great...

This conversation is not being
recorded, if that's of concern.

Why would you record
a conversation

with a perfect stranger?

You prefer we speak
in hypotheticals.

Very well.

Hypothetically, I've called
to take you up on your offer.

What offer?

The one you proposed
to my son the other day.

You thought a peace could
be brokered between us.

Your son said that
was quite impossible.

He was mistaken.

It's been known to happen.

Well, not the way I've heard it.

I'm afraid the offer
you're referring to

is no longer on the table.

And why is that?

These past few months,
you've raised a ruckus,

I've had to raise one in return.

I've finally drawn the attention
of the people I oversee.

Some want it to stop.

More than a few think
I've gone too easy on you.

Mm, they should visit
my New York office.

At this point, I can think
of only one thing

that will guarantee peace.

Your head on a pike.

Hypothetically speaking,
of course.

Of course.

If you're prepared to make
that kind of sacrifice

for the sake of your business,
your family, your legacy,

you let me know.

I'll send a car.

We'll work out the details
face-to-face.

Are you sure you
don't want to stay?

You may learn something.

Gonna do Vikner's work
for him, and jump?

Despite how you might feel,
that actually went quite well.

We should have
what we need.

Vikner's fingerprints.

On the phone
Watson gave him.

She coated it with a special
residue this morning--

a concoction of my own design,

to make sure that they stuck.

We'll then transfer them
to the knife we procured,

along with some
of Autumn Dunbar's blood.

Then send it to your friends
at the police department.

No, lying to the captain
is one thing.

Making him complicit in
a frame-up is quite another.

We'll be sending
the knife to the FBI.

Watson has
an acquaintance there,

an agent by the name
of Burke.

He's a good man, but he's not
a bridge that we can't burn.

And as luck would have it, at
the time of her disappearance,

Autumn Dunbar was working
as a window clerk

for the United States
Postal Service.

That makes
her case federal.

I'm sure the Bureau will be
quite happy with the new lead.

I appreciate what
you're doing.

I know how you work.

Falsifying evidence
can't sit well with you.

Desperate times.

Sometimes you have to bite
the orange in order to peel it.

Our plan's not what's
troubling you though, is it?

It's really something,

realizing that you are,
for all appearances,

the kind of man who would accept
the leadership position

in a group like that.

I've always blamed myself

for what happened to Sabine.

I was sure I'd done something

to upset a competitor

or acted too aggressively
in a negotiation,

angered the wrong
dictator or CEO.

I'd stay up at night, struggling
to put a finger on it,

to figure out exactly
what I'd done wrong.

HOLMES: Right, 'cause it
wasn't one thing, was it?

It was everything.

Your life's work.

You would have been a
spectacular failure, by the way.

You don't have the stuff
to be an evil mastermind.

WATSON: Hey.
HOLMES: Anything?

I'm being taken
to Gary right now.

HOLMES: I assumed he would
only contact you

after a suspect was apprehended,

but there's been no mention
of Vikner's arrest in the news.

I don't think
they've arrested him yet.

He just said there was
a new development

he wanted to talk about.

You're sure that he believed you
when you said

we found the knife at the bottom
of an elevator shaft?

In the parking structure where
Autumn Dunbar was killed.

Yes, I'm sure.

He said he'd put
a rush on it at the lab.

I'll be in touch.

Joan... sorry
for the wait.

No problem.
What's up?

Can we talk in my office?

Sure.

So, uh...

the knife that you brought us--
you were right,

the blood is a match
for Autumn Dunbar.

And we were able to lift
a clean set of prints

that matches the suspect
you like, Joshua Vikner.

That's great.

You said your partner
took this case

because he was bored?

It happens sometimes.

Did either one of you
tell anyone else

about finding the knife?

No. Why? What's going on?

Well, a few hours ago,
we went to look for Vikner,

and he's gone.

He's not at his house,
not at his office.

He hasn't shown up
for classes today.

His friends, his colleagues,
they haven't heard from him.

His phone's off, his credit
cards haven't been used.

So we've got a three-year-old
cold case here,

and this guy chooses this exact
moment to go off the grid?

You think someone
tipped him off.

Joan, if you didn't
tell anyone,

I wonder if somebody inside
the Bureau tipped him off.

Now, we'll take it
from here,

but in the meantime,
do me a favor.

Please be careful.

I'm worried there's more
to this guy than meets the eye.

Sir?

Your son just called
on the secure line.

He's coming over.

Did he say why?
No, sir.

But he did say we should
bring on more people

for the next few hours.

He also suggested
that we ready your plane.

I see.

If I had raised an optimist,
you'd be here crowing.

Vikner's on the run.

I'm not an optimist.

Neither are you.

I see both sides.

Clearly Vikner's FBI sources
have convinced him

that the threat
you posed was serious--

upending one's life,
becoming a fugitive--

drastic steps
for a public figure.

It was necessary.

He won't easily shrug off
Autumn Dunbar's murder,

and this will do little to quiet
the dissent in his ranks.

And that's the end
of the good news.

Now he's a wounded animal,
striking out from the shadows.

He'll have to show strength,
make an example of you.

Not me. Perhaps you should
return to London,

where you're better protected.

Isn't that what he'd expect?
Well, if you prefer,

there's whatever Greek island
Mycroft is languishing on.

I always imagined that
you had a secret lair

beneath a volcano
for such an occasion.

I'll be gone in the morning.

This matter will be resolved.

Watson and I will see to it.

Of that I have no doubt.

Thank you, son.

♪ ♪

(phone clicks)

It's Morland Holmes.

The other day,
you made me an offer.

I've decided to accept it.

Here you are.

You disappeared on me.

Vanishing men.
It's an epidemic.

I think I passed
out around 4:00.

Last thing

I remember, you were looking

at Vikner's financials.

A dry well.

He must be using some heretofore

unidentified slush fund

to finance his
flight from justice.

While you slept,
I discarded several other

possible ways to locate him.

No clues in his books
about where he'd go?

His case studies
draw extensively

from field research,
but he's too well-traveled

to pin down, not
even to a favorite

continent.

The next notion I entertained

hinged on the hope
that he still

maintains an interest

in his biological daughter.

Tell me you weren't thinking

about kidnapping her
to lure him out of hiding.

I didn't think
about it for very long.

Look, Vikner is
a wanted man now.

He can't operate
the way he used to.

Maybe that has to
be enough this time.

Do you think this group can't
be run from somewhere else?

Do you think he's less

dangerous now he's on the run?

Of course not, I just don't want

to keep lying to our friends.

We can't afford to worry
about the authorities.

You saw how big this network is.

How do you really
think this ends?

(doorbell rings)

Mr. Gray.

May I come in?

What are you doing
out of the hospital?

You should still be
under observation.

Oh, I'm fine.
I'll be fine.

I'm looking for your father.

I haven't been able

to track him down anywhere.

HOLMES:
He's travelling today.

GRAY:
I don't think so.

I got this letter by courier,
just a little while ago,

and the man who
delivered it to me

said that he stood by

and watched your
father write it.

You seem upset.

GRAY:
I've been the head

of his security detail
for 20 years.

He just terminated
my employment,

and I don't understand why.

If it's about
the other night, I-I

was following orders.

He told you to shoot that man?

No, I-I-I had to defend myself.

If it upset him...

It doesn't appear that you did.

£10 million

severance is quite generous,
isn't it?

It was too generous.

Your father has already been
very good to me, to my family.

Whatever I did,
I want to apologize.

I want to make a case for
keeping the other men on.

The other men?

GRAY:
He terminated his entire team

this morning.

He said he didn't
need us any longer.

He said the
danger had passed.

You asked how this ends.

I think my father

has a solution in mind.

WATSON: He's giving himself
up to Vikner.

(phone buzzing)

Thank you for coming,
Mr. Holmes.

I promise this won't
take long at all.

HOLMES:
No, you're not listening to me!

I...

(grunts)

No luck at Zoya
Hashemi's office?

I'd hoped to use every
ounce of leverage we have

to get her to look into
Vikner's possible whereabouts,

but her people won't
even connect me.

I tried to call
Morland's London office.

They claim they can't reach him.

We can't be sure
he's giving himself up.

If there's another reason
for him severing ties

with his entire security team,
I'd like to hear it.

(phone rings)

Gary?

We got a hit on
Vikner's cell phone.

You're kidding.

Right now, it's pinging
three towers in Yonkers.

Looks like he's holed up
in an abandoned power plant

at Ravine and Glenwood.

I've got a SWAT unit en route.

We'll meet you there,

just tell your
guys be careful.

He could have
a hostage with him.

(sirens wailing)

This is an active scene,
you two got to stay back.

Agent Burke!

You can't be here.
Joan Watson.

This is Sherlock Holmes,
we're with the NYPD.

It's all right,
they're with me.

We're just arriving.

We're still sweeping
the facility.

I don't see any vehicles.

We think Vikner took off.

His phone's still pinging.

It's hard to get
an accurate read.

This concrete,

it's playing havoc
with all our signals.

Why would this guy
drag us out here, Joan?

You said you
thought he might have

a hostage.

Another girl or what?

MAN: ...ody here.

Say again, team leader.

I said, we got a body here.

Let's get inside.

BURKE:
What do we got?

Whoa.

Is it self-inflicted?

FBI AGENT:
I don't think so.

There's no gun.

(phone buzzes)

They stay here even during
winter, do they not?

Excuse me?

The bees.

This is their home...

rain or shine.

Yes, let's talk about bees,

instead of the execution you
just carried out in Yonkers.

I didn't lay a finger
on Professor Vikner.

Who did?

Associates of a new friend.

Ms. Hashemi.

After our meeting the other day,
she contacted me,

and said she wanted to offer
her assistance, after all.

We wanted her help in
putting Vikner in prison.

She had a different plan.

So she baited the trap,
she drew him out,

and now she ascends
to his throne.

Actually, Ms. Hashemi

is not taking Vikner's place.

I am.

What?

Her idea.

That Vikner goes away

and she gets what she's
wanted for several years.

A steadier hand
at the wheel of the group.

You know, you haven't
told a joke

in the four decades
I've known you.

Better late than never,
I suppose.

I did it for you, Sherlock.

You and Joan.

It was the only way to
guarantee they'd never harm you.

Well, there's a rule in place

established by
the group's founder.

Didn't stop a bomb

from appearing at your house

the other night, did it?

I told you.

I will not lose my son.

So, you're only recourse
was to become head

of an organization
which murders for profit.

How else would I dismantle it?

Ms. Hashemi was right.

The group is
virtually impervious

to threats from the outside...

but a threat from the inside,

on the other hand...

What you're describing
would be suicide.

I should be returning
to London this evening.

The group will no longer
have a presence in New York.

You have my word.

What is it
about you and I,

that we do so much harm to the
ones we allege to care about?

♪ ♪

I know about Irene Adler now.

Ms. Hashemi explained.

For years, you blamed
yourself for her death.

You never questioned it...

and the case could be
made that your brother

is in banishment because of you.

Do you have a point?

Being loved by you is
a dangerous thing, Sherlock.

Probably why
I'm still alive.

Men like us...

we're not meant
to make such connections.

I disagree.

Ask yourself: who do you love

more than any other
in the world?

What do you think will happen
if you stay with her?

WATSON: Hey.

Got your message.

Why are we at your
father's safe house?

'Cause I was notified earlier
on that it is now my safe house.

What are you talking about?

Before my father
left New York,

he gave up several
of his properties.

Some to charity.

This one... to me.

Hmm, are we moving?

I'm not.

Thought you might like it.

You're offering me my own place?

Does this have anything
to do with all that junk

that your father said
to you the other night?

If by “junk” you mean his belief

that I'm a cancer to
my friends and colleagues,

then yes, that junk.

What's next?

Different precincts?

Or are you thinking about
leaving New York entirely?

Maybe we shouldn't even be
on the same continent.

You jest, but there
is a case to be made.

You are not your father;
you never will be.

If he thinks he
needs to be alone

for the rest of his life,
that is his problem.

So, do you suppose your sister
will help us sell this place?

That's a good question.

We can ask her over dinner.

We should ask
Marcus to join, too.

What does he know
about real estate?

Probably nothing,

but he's single and so is Lin.

And to think that
my father thought that

I was the greatest threat
to our circle of friends.

Well, what's the worst
thing that could happen?

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