Elementary (2012–…): Season 7, Episode 13 - Their Last Bow - full transcript

Previously on Elementary...

That's the same thing
that happened to our phones

and computers right before
Odin showed up.

We're talking about

a billionaire who's illegally
spying on people

and then having them killed.

You got nothing.

Is the entire NSA
in Odin's pocket,

or is it just you?

We have to plan a murder
of our own.

That's what this is.

I was lured to the bridge
under false pretenses.

No!

I was confronted by a madman.

I managed to pry his gun
away from him,

and I used it to defend myself.

You killed Sherlock
to keep him from talking,

from telling the world
what you are.

...

...

The big news at the top
of the hour:

Sentencing today in the trial
of Odin Reichenbach.

The former Odker CEO
was found guilty last week

on dozens of criminal charges

stemming from his role
in a murderous conspiracy

against his own customers.

And today,

Judge Omar Cortez handing down
a total of 148 years in prison

for those crimes.

My next guest should
be familiar to anyone

who's been following
this story.

She and her
late partner

brought Reichenbach's crimes
to light three years ago.

Joan Watson.

And good morning, Joan.

Good morning.
Thank you for having me.

You've been waiting
a long time for this.

Yes. Three years.

But it was worth the wait.

Odin Reichenbach is finally
getting what he deserves.

Well, he got what amounts to
a life sentence,

but there is one murder that
he was not charged with,

and that's the murder of your
partner, Sherlock Holmes.

It was frustrating when
the D.A.'s office decided

to drop those charges,
but it was a strategic move

on their part, and today,
it looks like it paid off.

If Sherlock
were still here,

I think he would be pleased
with the outcome.

Well, I've really enjoyed
reading about him in your book.

It's The Casebook
of Sherlock Holmes.

This is an incredible
tribute to your partner.

Thank you.

You must miss him very much.

Every day.

What did you think?

I think you crushed it,

but that's not why I'm calling.

Something's up?

He's back.

You're kidding.

I'm looking right at him.

All right. I'll
be right there.

Hey. Where is he?

Arthur.

Mommy!

- Hi!
- Sorry. He was begging

to come here
all morning.

He loves this place.

Like mother, like son.

Honey, can you
do me a favor?

Can you help Rose get
our things together,

and then we can go
home and have lunch?

Yeah? Great.

Thank you.

You really did do great
this morning.

Oh, thanks.

So, how's it going
with the, uh...

The Smith homicide?
You were right.

The uncle was the one who
sent him that ivory box.

When we searched his office,
we found what was left

of the poison he put
on the tip of that spring.

Did he confess?

Sang like a bird.

Honestly, I'm
more interested

in how the Tellavecchio
case is going.

Everything on track?

Yes. Everything's on track.

Bye, Captain Bell.

Arthur. Buddy.
We've been through this.

I prefer Uncle Marcus.

Bye, Uncle Marcus.

Rose, come see. Mommy found...

Do you have any idea how hard
you're trending right now?

About 100% more
than I'd like to be?

I'm just saying.

Your publisher better be ready
to roll out

a new edition of your book.

I did not do the interview
to sell books.

Tell her that she needs
a publicist.

You need a publicist.

What I need, Sean,
is an assistant who means it

when he says he's gonna cut back
on the energy drinks.

Your contractor called
about 20 minutes ago.

He said to give you
this estimate

for the renovations you were
considering for the media room.

Oh. Maybe I should
try to sell more books.

Want me to get him
on the line for you?

No. You know what, I'm beat.

I just want to change
into some comfortable clothes

and play with Arthur.

You know what?
You can call it a day, too.

You sure? Hmm.

Positive.

Oh, my God. I almost forgot.

There's someone waiting for
you downstairs, an attorney.

He got here just a few minutes
before you did.

You know what, just find out
who he's representing

and what they've
been accused of,

and I'll get back to him.

Actually, he said very
specifically that

he wasn't looking
to hire a detective.

He said he wanted to talk to you
about a mutual friend.

Someone named Jamie Moriarty?

"The descent to the
infernal regions is easy enough,

"but to retrace
one's steps,

and reach the air above,
there's the rub."

Virgil.

It's nice to meet you, Virgil.
I'm Joan Watson.

Actually, um...

You were quoting Virgil.
Yes, I know.

It's dark down here, but no
one's ever called it "infernal."

My apologies. I'm Ronald Adair.

My assistant said that you are
friends with Jamie Moriarty.

I promise,
you're in no danger from me.

What about from her?

Actually, no one's
in danger from her.

Not anymore.

Jamie Moriarty is dead.

What?

Suffice it to say,
it was work-related.

I would offer my condolences,
but she was a terrible person.

She always spoke
so highly of you.

I'm here because
I'm the executor of her will.

She left strict instructions
that this be brought

to Sherlock Holmes
upon her demise.

Sherlock died three years ago.

I am aware.

Just as I am aware that he
named you his sole heir.

He wanted you to
have everything.

So I think that makes
this yours, don't you?

I don't want it.

Miss Watson...

Jamie Moriarty was crazy.

It could be a bomb,
for all I know.

No. I don't think so.

You'll recall that she had
certain rules

when it came to you
and Mr. Holmes.

She would never have tried to
kill you when she was alive.

I find it hard to imagine
that she would try

now that she is dead.

Big man's
all ready for bed.

You want me to put him
down before I go,

or did you
want to do it?

No, I'll do it, thanks.

You okay?

You seem a little off today.

Yeah, it's probably because
I am a little off today.

Odin was sentenced, I had
to do that interview.

I-I just, I guess
I haven't had to think

about Sherlock this much
in a long time.

And someone left that
for him today.

You're kidding.

Are you gonna open it?

I wouldn't feel right.

It's from someone
who cared about him.

Can you send it back?

No. She died, too.

Well, if they cared
about each other,

at least they're
together now, right?

Rose,

you know what?
I changed my mind.

Could you stay another hour?

There's something I need to do.

You still playing this game?

It's not a game.

"It's an exercise," I remember.

Got your message.

So who's trying to kill you?

And how can I help?

♪ Elementary 7x13 ♪
Their Last Bow
Original Air Date on August 15, 2019

== sync, corrected by elderman ==
@elder_man

Yesterday, you were visited

by a man who claimed
to be Moriarty's attorney.

He said that she had died and...

left this package to me.

You then went to my grave

and demolished my headstone.

I know you said I should only
do that in case of emergency...

Ah, my specific instructions
were

you should only do it
if your life was in danger.

It was Moriarty, okay?

You loved her. I...

Look, whatever it is, I thought
you should... have it.

I'm assuming

you heard about Odin?
Our plan worked.

It was my plan. I said we should

orchestrate a murder,
my murder.

I predicted that
in the course

of the investigation
that followed,

Odin's many other crimes would
come to light, and I was right.

Which isn't to say
that you didn't play your part.

If you hadn't gone
to the crime scene

before CSU
to replace the shell casings

of the bullets that he fired,

the police would've realized

they were blanks.

And you should also be commended

for the job you did
planting my blood.

You said that you
were gonna find a way

to contact me
once a month.

That lasted for
what, a year?

Give or take.

I have been worried
about you

for the last two years,

thinking that you
had died for real!

Hey.

I am talking to you.

Look, I'm sorry
if I gave you cause for concern,

but I assure you

my falling out of touch
was absolutely necessary.

I kept quite busy
after my death.

Traveled. First to Florence,
and then to Tibet.

Spent a goodly amount of time
in Norway.

You may have read
of the remarkable exploits

of a Norwegian
named Sigerson.

I suppose
it never occurred to you,

you were receiving news
of your friend.

What the hell
are you talking about?

Being dead hasn't kept me
from being a detective.

In fact, it's been quite a boon.

Over the last three
years, I've assumed

various identities
in various countries,

using each of them to strike

at powerful criminals
from the shadows--

including our old friend,
Moriarty.

Are you saying that
you're the reason she's dead?

She isn't dead.

You were tricked.

What?

After my
father's death,

she did exactly what
you and I had long predicted

she would do.

She took over her group again?

Over the years,
using various aliases,

I managed to sabotage
her efforts.

Obviously,

she began to suspect
I was still alive.

She sent one of
her lieutenants here

to attempt to goad you
into bringing me to New York.

And he succeeded.

Only natural you'd grow
a bit rusty in my absence.

How can you be sure
she isn't really dead?

You think I wouldn't know?

I have no idea
what you would know.

I haven't heard
from you in two years.

If I'm right,
one of her henchmen

would have been
watching this place,

awaiting my return.

It's possible it's not too late

to stop him from contacting her.

I see you've
made some changes.

Do we still have the
secret exit to the street?

This place has a secret exit?

Mommy,
who are you talking to?

Uh, sweetie, just one second.

I didn't pull you away
from anything, did I?

No. Arthur's in nursery school.

So, you said someone got shot
out here?

Execution style.

Body's on the riverbank.

According to his I.D.

and the business cards
we found in his wallet,

he's an attorney
named Ronald Adair.

You okay?

Excuse me.

Hey.

Act naturally.

Don't tell Marcus
you know the victim.

You still think
Moriarty is dead?

No, I don't.

I retraced Adair's steps
after he left you last night.

A car service dropped him off
a block away.

If you're attempting
to locate me, please stop.

Best we keep this between us.

You sure about that?

Positive.

I'll meet you
back at the brownstone.

You kept the bees.

I thought Arthur might
find them interesting.

Plus, the free honey.

He's remarkable, your son.

As I was coming
up the street,

he and his nanny
walked right by me.

She's ex-military, no?

Three tours
in Afghanistan.

Anyone I helped
put in prison

tries to get at me
through him...

She puts them to bed
with no supper.

Something like that.

You're still a blonde.

You just noticed?

How'd you get the...?

Oh, uh... difference of opinion

with a compromised member
of the Guardia Svizzera.

He thought the Pope
should be kidnapped.

I didn't.

Look, I'm sorry about earlier,
rushing through everything.

Three years on my own,

my manners aren't
what they used to be.

I do owe you an explanation
for breaking off contact

the way
that I did.

Perhaps I could
give it over tea?

The early days of my exile

were difficult.

I didn't just
give up my friends

when I left New
York, I gave up

my career as well.

I tried to focus on my health,
on my sobriety,

but it-it wasn't enough.

I needed an outlet.

I needed to work. So I did.

You said you started
taking on new identities.

In Florence,
I was Altamont.

In Norway, I was Sigerson.

With each new city
came a new name,

and with each new name,
a new profession.

A new profession?

Work as a consulting detective,

I'm sure you'll agree,
was impossible.

There was too much risk

I would be recognized
by an old ally,

or worse, an old enemy, so...

I crafted aliases

which would allow me
to get close to criminals

without arousing suspicion.

In France,
for example, I posed

as a researcher of
coal tar derivatives.

Within a few months,

I was able to demonstrate

to the French government--

anonymously, of course--

that the French energy giant
Puissance Générale

was involved in illegal
coal mining in Morocco

and responsible for the deaths
of dozens of miners.

That was you?

Mm-hmm.

Just one of my adventures.

But with my adventures
came powerful enemies.

Corporations and
criminal organizations

who would stop at nothing
to find me.

Communication with you,
therefore,

became even more dangerous.

In the event I was exposed,

I didn't want anyone to think

that you were party
to my endeavors.

You could've said all this

in your last message
to me two years ago.

I couldn't risk you
trying to help me.

Not after your last message.

Arthur.

I told you about him.

Your adoption had
just been approved.

That changed everything
for both of us.

If anything had happened to him
because of me...

I confess,

I didn't appreciate the extent

to which my silence affected you

until you published your book.

The book was a tribute to you.

It was revenge.

You knew that I would hate
having so much known about me.

Fine, it was revenge.

You seem good.

Happy.

Dare say I am.

The work
I've been doing

has been some of the most
rewarding of my career.

And I need look no further
than your refrigerator

to see that you're
happy as well.

Yes, my death three years ago
was born out of desperation.

But, as it turns out...

it could be the best thing
that's happened to either of us.

Moriarty.

If she knows you're alive,
does that mean we're in danger?

She never wanted us dead before,

but we've changed
over the last three years.

It's possible she has as well.

Ronald Adair
had to have been

our best shot at figuring out
what her next move was, right?

If he wasn't, why would
she have had him killed?

I've known his name
for some time.

He is a part
of her inner circle.

But I think a deep dive
is in order.

We should break into his home,
have a look around.

We don't need to break in.
We can just call Marcus.

The man thinks I'm dead.

Hmm.

Well, about that...

I can't believe you
told him what we did.

He thought you were
really dead, okay?

He took it hard;
so did the captain.

After a few weeks, I just
couldn't lie to them anymore.

You told the
captain as well?

They could've exposed us.

Odin Reichenbach
could've gone free.

Okay. Were they happy
about what we did? No.

But Odin had threatened
their families.

They knew he had to go.

It's good to see you, Marcus.

I'm doing this for you.

Not him.

So, did you also punch Watson
when she told you I was alive?

Captain
Gregson and I

were pretty ticked
when she explained,

but at least she was here.

At least she acknowledged
what you two put us through.

Well, it's good to see
you've thrived, Marcus.

Becoming captain, not to mention
a husband and father.

When did Captain Gregson retire?

About a year ago.

He wanted to spend as much time
as possible with Paige

while he still could.

She passed?

Yeah, and in case
you're wondering,

she's actually gone,

not off fighting super-crime
in Europe or anything.

I didn't know.

Funny how much

you don't hear about

when you let your friends
think you're dead.

I think I found something.

So, coming to see me was not

the only interesting thing
that Adair did yesterday.

According to this,

he received a wire transfer
of $200,000

from an account in Dubai.

And then an hour later,
he wired

the same amount to someone
named Hernán Zielenko.

Like he was sending the money
along as an intermediary.

Could be it was just
another errand for Moriarty.

I'm familiar with the bank.

They specialize in
client privacy.

Extracting the source
of the money could take days.

Then we start
with the recipient.

Zielenko.

Ron Adair is dead, huh?

Man, I just talked
to him yesterday.

Actually, we know.
That's why we're here.

What, you think
I had something to do with it?

Right now, we're just interested
in the 200 grand

Adair sent you from
an account in Dubai.

We did our homework before
coming here, Mr. Zielenko.

Far as we can tell,
you keep your nose clean,

but some of the names
on your payroll jumped out.

They're the kind of names that
tend to get no-show jobs

at construction sites from...
friends.

He's saying
he reckons your mates

are involved in organized crime.

Yeah, your friends said
they work for the police,

but I didn't catch your name.

Gareth Lestrade. I'm on loan
from Scotland Yard.

We just want to know what
the transfer was about.

Maybe you were a go-between,
same as Adair,

and one of your friends
is the one doing business

with the person
we're interested in.

Look, hand to God,

Adair was just paying me back
what he lost at cards.

See, we play poker
in the same card room.

The weekend before last,
we got into it, heads-up.

Lasted for hours.

Adair didn't know when to quit.
He just kept losing.

By the end of the night,
he was in to me for the 200K.

And that's the hand

that finally ended it.

You mind telling us
where the card room is,

so we can confirm all that?

Yeah. That, I can't do.

See, these friends of mine--

the ones that you mentioned--
it's their operation.

I'm not gonna be the guy
who brings the cops there.

Now, you want to arrest me
for that, fine.

I'll call my lawyer right now.

Marcus is gonna keep
looking into Adair.

If he was as degenerate
a gambler as Zielenko says,

other people in his life
are bound to know.

In the meantime, I thought

we could apply pressure
to that bank in Dubai.

Well, you're welcome to try,

but I'm not ready to move
off Zielenko just yet.

I think he knows more
than he's letting on.

I don't necessarily disagree,
but how do you plan to prove it?

With these.

Hey, Rose is coming back
with Arthur soon.

Oh, this won't take long.

Uh, can I help you
find something?

While we were
at Zielenko's office,

I noticed that these cards
are made of plastic, not paper.

Yeah, lots of players use them.
They last longer.

True, but it opened up
a possibility.

Acetone?

What do you
need that for?

To melt the cards.

How is melting
a playing card gonna help us

figure out
what Moriarty is up to?

It isn't. I no longer
think she's behind this.

What?

Someone else lured me
out of hiding

and had Adair claim
it was on Moriarty's behalf.

Look at that card.

It's an RFID chip.

In the same way
these can be used

in a key card to
identify employees,

they can also be used
in playing cards

to identify a card's
suit and rank.

So Zielenko was using them
to cheat.

That's how he won
all that money from Adair.

It was a setup.

Someone, some third party,

wanted Adair in debt
to Zielenko.

Why? Because they intended
to settle his debt for him.

All he had to do...

Was come here the other night
and tell me Moriarty was dead.

That's why you think Moriarty
isn't behind this.

If she wanted Adair
to lie to me,

she could've just ordered him
to do it.

Using these cards requires
a special table,

with a special sensor
at every seat.

Then the card room
must've been in on it.

Zielenko basically said
it was run by a mob family.

The Delluccis.
The thing is,

I've never crossed paths
with any of them.

We have, as they say, "no beef."

So it's hard to imagine they're
the ones looking for me.

So if it wasn't them?

It was someone
with the skills required

to infiltrate a mob card room

and plant equipment
without being detected.

What are you doing?

These cards have a very
distinctive pattern.

One of my aliases has a contact
in New York that might be able

to help us identify the card
room where they came from.

What's the Tellavecchio case?

Hmm?

The Tellavecchio case.

I heard Marcus ask you about it
outside the warehouse.

It sounded quite serious.

I mean, while I'm here,
perhaps I could, you know...

It's handled. Thank you.

There is another way
that we could identify

the people we're
looking for.

But you'd have
to pursue it alone.

What is it?

Well, if I'm right and Moriarty
did not send Adair here,

whoever did, obviously
has awareness of her group.

So?

So, perhaps her group has

a corresponding awareness
of them.

Ellory?

Miss Watson.

I was surprised
to get your message.

When I went to the café where
you met Sherlock four years ago,

they said you hadn't worked
there in a long time.

They claimed they had
no idea how to reach you.

The first part's true.

In other words, you've moved up
in Moriarty's organization?

I'm here to see
the performance--

Well, to keep an
eye on someone

who's here to see
the performance.

So what is it
you want to ask me?

A lawyer named Ronald Adair
came to see me yesterday.

He told me that
Moriarty was dead.

The thing is, I don't
think that's true.

I think someone
made him say that.

So my question to you is:

who would want me to think
that Moriarty had died?

That's funny.

You want information,
but so far,

you're the one filling in
the blanks for me.

One of my jobs

is to track our people's
movements in New York.

When I realized Adair had gone
to your home yesterday,

I confronted him.

Asked him why.

He said I had it all wrong.

He hadn't been anywhere
near your place.

You're the one
that killed him.

Thank you for confirming for me
he'd been compromised.

Let me ask you a question.

Why do you suppose

someone would want you
to think my boss was dead?

I have no idea.

Maybe-- just maybe,

they think your partner
is alive, too.

They thought you would try
to send him a message.

That's crazy.

Joan. It's okay.

We've known he's alive
for months.

He did a little work
for the Vatican last year.

Ended up with a scar right here.

Word got back to us.

Say you're right,
Sherlock is alive.

If Moriarty knew that...

Why did she let him keep
interfering with her operations?

Because he was hurting
her enemies even more,

net gain for her.

Plus... you know
how she is about him.

It's been a pleasure
finally meeting you.

If you do find out who sent
Adair, will you let me know?

We'd love to have
a chat with them.

Either way,
my boss, your partner...

the game goes on.

We'll see each
other around.

Watson.

Looks like you were half right.

That's half unlikely.

Moriarty is alive,

but she did not send Adair.

So what did I get wrong?

The people who sent Adair
did not kill him.

Her people killed him
because she didn't send him.

And using her name in vain
is a capital offense.

As far as who
he was working for,

their guess is as good as ours.

Well, if we're lucky,
we won't have to guess.

My contact was able
to help me find the card room

where Zielenko swindled Adair.

Is it in a submarine? Because
your reception is terrible.

No. I'm not underwater,
I'm underground.

I found the technology used
to cheat Adair.

If we're able to trace it...

Watson? Watson?

You.

Me.

Got to say, you're looking
pretty spry for a dead man.

When my phone went blue,

half expected Odin Reichenbach
to appear.

You thought
that was his technology?

Please. We gave that to him.

So, watching his trial
these last three years,

I kept waiting
for your name to come up.

It never did.
How did you manage that?

Let's just say he understood
it was in his best interest

to keep my name
and the NSA out of it.

Lest he be brutally murdered
in a federal prison?

I understand congratulations
are in order.

Not only did you manage
to sidestep the scandal,

but you got a promotion.

What exactly does the NSA's
director of foreign affairs do?

Well, it's hard to explain.

Spy on everyone, everywhere,
all of the time?

Maybe it's not that hard
to explain.

I mean, the truth is,
without this new gig,

I probably wouldn't have figured
out you were still alive.

The work you did
in Florence?

Tibet? Norway?

All those bad guys
practically gift wrapped

for law enforcement.

Nobody stepping up
to take credit?

I mean, I couldn't be sure
it was you,

but I figured,
why not take a flier?

You compromised Adair.

You lured me back to New York.

Look, for all intents
and purposes, I'm dead.

Why go to all the trouble
of unearthing me

just to make it official?

You think I'm here
to kill you?

I-I lured you back here

because I think the work
you've been doing is top-shelf.

I wanted to know if you'd be
willing to do it on assignment.

Me?

An operative
of the U.S. government?

A-Answering to you?

I wouldn't ask you
to change a thing.

The work I've been doing has
been entirely on foreign soil.

I've been solving problems for
other countries, not the U.S.

Come on, Holmes. I mean,
we may not be as pretty

as we used to be,
but we're still the straw

that stirs the drink.

Other countries' problems
become our problems.

Their bad guys
become our bad guys.

You've been doing us
favor after favor.

I just-- I-I want
to make it official.

I want you to have
the tools that you need.

The NSA's full suite
of surveillance capabilities?

Everything we can do.

Everything we already know.

You think
you're having fun now?

What's the catch?

There has to be a catch?

You've been a ghost
for the last three years.

I'm asking you to be one
for the rest of your life.

This woman, Ellory,

she confessed,
but you don't think

we can do anything about it?

Knowing Moriarty, Ellory could
be in another country by now.

Well, if Sherlock's psycho
ex-girlfriend didn't trick him

into coming back to New York,
who did?

He's working on it.
He called me last night,

but his signal was terrible;
we got cut off.

He never called you back?

Yeah, well, you know how good
he is at staying in touch.

Must be weird for you,
having him back.

Weird is an understatement.

You're not mad at him?

I'm getting over it.

I mean, he seems happy.

The work he's doing,
it suits him.

It's not the kind of work that
he and I could've done together,

even before Arthur.

You gonna tell him?

Like I said, he seems happy.

I'm not gonna tell him anything.

That's exactly
what I'm saying.

I'm terribly sorry.

I thought he'd be at school.

It's okay.

Arthur, this is
an old friend of Mommy's.

Hi.

Truly an honor.

Um, listen, honey,
why don't you go put your gi on,

and then we're gonna
go to class, okay?

Okay.

Okay. Go on.

Martial arts?

I just thought it's never
too early, right?

I was worried about you.

Sorry.

Busy night.

I found the person
who was looking for me.

McNally.

There's a name I never thought
I'd hear again.

That makes two of us.

So, the good news is
that no one wants to kill you.

The bad news is,
the NSA knows you're out there.

You should know they're
not the only ones.

According to Ellory,
Moriarty's known for months.

Nah. Bollocks.

She knew about your scar.

How you got it. When you got it.

So now two dangerous groups
know that you're alive.

Look, if you're thinking
about asking me to help you

fake your death again,
you can forget it.

Actually, I was thinking of
taking McNally up on his offer.

What?

It would allow me to poke around
inside the agency.

See what they're up to
these days,

and if I didn't like what I saw,

they could be the next
criminal group that I unravel.

Additionally,

if Moriarty
is aware of me...

She is.

...I could pit the two groups
against each other.

Only you would be happy
about something like this.

I'm not happy.
I could be killed.

I'm pretty sure
you're gonna live forever.

I'll be leaving tomorrow.

When you summoned me,

I was in the middle of some
sensitive work in Reykjavik.

I-I need to finish it.

What about McNally?

Oh, I don't know.
If I play hard to get...

Who knows?
Perhaps he'll sweeten the pot.

Reached out to Captain Gregson.

I said I'd like to see him
and pay my respects.

After, perhaps you
and Arthur and I

could get some dinner?

It might be a while
before we see each other again.

Dinner sounds great.

Nice one, kiddo.

When you asked me
to meet you here,

I assumed you'd be the
one doing the golfing.

Because, naturally, I'd become
a cliché after I retired.

It's Paige's granddaughter.

She's gonna be
the next Annika Sörenstam.

The pro here owes me

a few favors.
Long as I come with,

he lets her hit balls for free.

So, Marcus struck me yesterday,
if you'd like to do the same.

It's good to see you, man.

I thought the world of Paige.

I'm sorry I wasn't here.

It's okay. I understood.

So, you're back now, right?

You're gonna stay in New York?

You said a few people
had figured out

you were still alive.

The jig is up.

No, I have to take my chances.

The work I've been doing
is too important.

We don't have
important work here?

I've made too many enemies.

You didn't have
enemies before?

Watson didn't have
a son before.

No.

She didn't.

But that's not the real reason
you don't want to stay.

I'll never read people
the way you do,

but come on.

We've known each
other a long time.

So what's the real reason
I don't want to stay?

I don't know.

I just know that there's
exactly one person

that you really
love in this world,

and she's here.

You know, I told her
the other day

the early days
of my exile were hard.

And what I didn't tell her
was that I relapsed.

I came to in a hospital,
and they told me

I nearly died.

Quite coincidentally,
around the same time,

I received a communiqué
from Watson

telling me that the adoption
of her son was imminent.

Prior to that,

I had been considering
a return to New York.

A return to everything, really.

But the thought
of her little boy

finding me dead
with a needle in my arm...

No, I can't go back.

Paige didn't want to be
with me in the beginning.

She'd just been diagnosed.

She didn't want me
to have to go through

everything that was coming.

You know what I did?

I married her.

Best decision I ever made.

The years we had together...

I wouldn't trade
them for anything.

But you're saying
that Paige thought

she represented a threat
to your happiness,

and I represent a threat
to Watson's happiness,

but your analogy is flawed.

'Cause Paige was
offering you a choice.

I won't do that for Watson.

I can't.

You're right.

I want you to understand

that when you love
someone big enough,

you can let them
choose to be with you.

But that's not
the only reason

I'm comparing your situation
to mine and Paige's.

There's something you
need to know about Joan.

Hey, I was gonna call you.

I assumed you wouldn't want
to go out for dinner,

being that you're
a famous dead guy

and all that, but I have to say,

the delivery options
have really fallen off

the last few years, so I...

What is it?

The Tellavecchio case.

I know what it is.

I told him not to tell you.

Why?

Because I didn't want you
to feel like you had to stay.

The, uh... captain said

that you had a lump removed
a month ago,

and Tellavecchio is the name
of your oncologist.

Look, I only told a few people.

I didn't want anyone at the 11th
to worry about me.

Yeah.

So, the pathology report
was, um...

positive for cancer.

I'm starting chemo
in a few days.

You really would've let me leave
without telling me.

Well, you... you say that

like I'm not planning
to make it through this.

I am gonna see you again,
Sherlock. I'm just...

No. Sherlock, I mean it.

I'm staying.

Sherlock...

I'm staying.

Of course I'm staying.

Holmes.

Just want to offer
my condolences.

She was one of a kind.

You thought about what you want
to do now that she's gone?

Some.

I mean, you've been out of
commission almost a year.

Watson needed my help.

Yeah, but that's over now.

You know what I mean.

I need to be going.

I'd say it was good to see you,
but it wasn't.

Holmes.

Do you regret it at all?

Not taking me up on my offer?

Not for a second.

So, how was it?

It was interesting.

Interesting? That's it?

You were expecting more?

Yes, I was expecting more.

It was Jamie Moriarty's funeral,
for God's sake.

I told you, she's not dead.

Right, and of course
you would know.

She's obviously taken a page
out of our book.

She wants law enforcement
to think she's dead

so she can carry out
some agenda.

Is that why you spent

almost $500
on a floral arrangement?

Do we still own a shovel?

- Why?
- Why do you think?

You are not digging up
her grave.

You're the one who seems
to want proof she's alive.

Are you gonna tell me what
you think of this wig or not?

It's very natural-looking.

I doubt your hair will
play into Marcus's decision.

Did you bring the e-mail
from Dr. Tellavecchio?

I don't think I need a
literal clean bill of health

from the doctor to
get my job back.

It's all right.
I've got a copy in my inbox.

I'll highlight the part
that says "cancer-free."

I still think we should've
called him first,

give him a heads-up that
we want to consult again.

I think he'll appreciate
the surprise.

Or he'll punch me.

Either way.

So, Tuesdays
might be a problem.

I don't have Rose
on Tuesdays,

and Arthur's only
in school until...

We'll work it out.

- What if he says no?
- He won't say no.

But what if he does?

Well...

As long as we're together,
what does it matter?

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