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(violin plays classical music)

 


(subway train approaching)

 


(indistinct announcement
over P.A.)

 


(passing train clattering)

 


Roses, a dozen.

 


(laughing):
I know.

 


He said he was heading to his
girlfriend's house

 


and she cancelled on him.

 


No, didn't even tell me
his name.

 


Just said he didn't want them
to go to waste.

 


(train approaching)

 


It was nice.

 


It's been a lousy week.

 


Maybe things
are finally turning around.

 


(woman screams,
train horn blasts)

 


Tragic news out of Manhattan
this evening,

 


where a young woman was pushed
in front of a subway train.

 


JOAN:
Seriously, you guys have, like,

 


the cutest
kids in New York.

 


KEN:
It's true.

 


(laughing)

 


Who knew these
guys back in college

 


would be
such a baby factory?

 


Me, I did.

 


Right after I caught
them having sex in my bed.

 


One time, freshman year.

 


You must move on.

 


Yeah, and let's be honest,

 


that is the most action that
bed saw all year.

 


Ouch.

 


Are you going
to be able to make it

 


to Sammy's
birthday party on Saturday?

 


2:00, yes.

 


I am wrapping up
with my client on Friday

 


and I may be able
to help and come set up.

 


How is that going,
by the way?

 


The companionship thing.

 


If by "thing",
you mean career,

 


it is going really well.

 


I-I-I don't know, I've
worked with some amazing people.

 


I think it's incredible,
what you're doing.

 


I mean, you walk away from
being a doctor,

 


find a new way to help people?

 


Same old Jo.

 


Sweet.

 


To Joan.
To Joan.

 


And the baby.

 


OTHERS:
And the baby!

 


(ringtone playing)

 


Oh, sorry, guys, this is,
um, one of the rehab facilities

 


that, um, refers me
to other clients.

 


I should take it.

 


I'll be right back.

 


This is Joan Watson.

 


Joan, this is
Dr. Caruso at Hemdale.

 


I sent you a case file
a little while ago.

 


I was wondering if you had
a chance to look at it?

 


JOAN:
I'm just opening it right now.

 


DR. CARUSO:
The patient in question

 


completes his stay with us
on Monday.

 


His father expressed some
concerns about life post-rehab,

 


so, I recommended a companion.

 


He looked at some resumes
and chose you.

 


So, can I tell him
the interest is mutual?

 


Sure, I just have one question.

 


Uh, what kind of name
is Sherlock?

 


(car alarm blaring)

 


(sighs)

 


(sighs heavily)

 


(car alarm continues)

 


(sighs)

 


(quietly):
I can't do this.

 


Ah, just shut it off.

 


(car alarm chirps,
wailing stops)

 


Can't let
the noise get to you.

 


You know this.
I know.

 


But you did better
with the lock this time.

 


It only took you six seconds.

 


How weird is this?

 


You're Sherlock's sponsor

 


and I'm his sober--

 


well, I was his sober
companion-- until recently.

 


And now you're teaching me
how to break into cars.

 


You want to do
the kind of work he does.

 


Besides, every hour
I spend with you,

 


he's got to do two with me.

 


How's that going?

 


He's good.

 


He's in a good place.

 


Happier since you
decided to work with him.

 


(phone blips)

 


Hey, I gotta go.

 


I'll give you a ride.

 


HOLMES:
Dreadful news:

 


I heard from my father
this morning.

 


Really?

 


Not the man himself,
of course.

 


One of his minions.

 


Apparently, he's holding me
to the bargain

 


that we struck when I borrowed
that pittance from him.

 


If you're referring
to the $2.2 million

 


that you borrowed to pay off
the kidnapping ransom,

 


I'd say that's a
little more than a pittance.

 


I foiled that kidnapper.

 


Every penny was accounted for
and returned.

 


Yeah, but still.

 


You're off his teats now,
Watson,

 


you can stop taking his side.

 


What did he want?

 


Uh, to meet with
one of his many attorneys

 


this morning and discuss work
of an investigative nature.

 


Knowing Father, the man
is a shyster's shyster.

 


You know, Dad once
helped defending a client

 


who was equal parts
Adolf Hitler and Bernie Madoff.

 


Hey, does your father
know that I'm still here

 


and that we're
working together now?

 


Why would he care?

 


I don't know,
I was just curious.

 


You're an aspiring
detective now, Watson.

 


Apply your
curiosity to your cases.

 


Impressive.

 


I know; I could look
at this all day.

 


No, I was talking
about the glass.

 


It's... bullet-proof.

 


Six-inch glass-clad
polycarbonate, hmm.

 


ATTORNEY:
Mr. Holmes.

 


Philip Armistead.

 


Do you know that "shyster"

 


is German for
"one who defecates"?

 


And this is
my assistant Rebecca.

 


So, let's cut to the proverbial
chase, shall we?

 


How much slime
will my associate and I

 


have to wade through in order
to help you?

 


My father said you were
in need of my services.

 


You're an attorney, you work
for him, he values you:

 


three good reasons to assume

 


that the work we will have to do
will be vile.

 


Actually, I was hoping you
might be able to help Rebecca.

 


My sister Callie...

 


she went missing
almost six months ago.

 


I'm worried her husband may
have done something to her.

 


Uh, I guess I should start with
"I'm sorry."

 


I hate that I can't say these
things to you face-to-face.

 


It's just...

 


I don't love you anymore, Drew.

 


And it hurts to say that,
you don't know how much.

 


I care about you,
I want you to be happy,

 


but I need to be happy, too.

 


And I thought that
I could tough it out

 


and give us both
a little more time.

 


But then that woman got pushed
in front of a subway train

 


the other day-- the woman with
the flowers--

 


and, I don't know, I couldn't
stop thinking about her.

 


Life is too short
to stay with someone

 


who doesn't make you happy.

 


So, uh, I'm going to go away
for a little while.

 


I don't know where and I-I don't
know for how long.

 


I just know
that I need some time.

 


Maybe, someday, you'll find it

 


in your heart to forgive me.

 


When my brother-in-law Drew
first showed me the video,

 


I didn't question it.

 


Callie had always
been a little fragile.

 


Packing up her stuff
and hiding out for a while,

 


that sounded like her.

 


But then after the days started
turning into weeks,

 


I got suspicious.

 


The marriage
was... troubled?

 


Callie had left him once before.

 


That was about a
year and a half ago.

 


What happened?

 


I don't know.
Callie didn't even tell me

 


she'd done it
till a few weeks later,

 


and by then,
she and Drew were back together.

 


And I tried to
get her to talk about it,

 


but she said it
was all in the past.

 


She was like that--

 


she kept everything
bottled up; private.

 


So, when she
didn't return my phone calls

 


after Dr showed me the video,
I wasn't surprised.

 


After a few weeks,
Rebecca went to the police.

 


Th tried to locate
Callie via her cell phone,

 


credit card,
e-mail records,

 


but they came up empty.

 


She hadn't used any of them
since before she disappeared.

 


They questioned Drew, but
he managed to convince them

 


the video was authentic.

 


Oh, you-you
think it's a fake?

 


I think things were bad between
Drew and my sister.

 


He could've forced her
to make the video

 


so that,
after he killed her,

 


he could show it to the police
and convince them

 


that she'd run away.

 


Which he did.

 


There's also the trunk.

 


It was our grandmother's.

 


My father willed
it to me before he died.

 


My apartment
is tiny, so I let Callie

 


keep it at her place.

 


The deal was,

 


she would give it
to me if I ever moved.

 


The first time that I went

 


to see Drew
after she disappeared,

 


I realized that
the trunk was gone, too.

 


He claimed that
she took it with her,

 


but I know that
she would never do that.

 


I told the police that I think
he did what he did.

 


And he used the
trunk to get rid of her.

 


I've had the firm's
top investigators

 


on this for months.

 


They haven't managed to
come up with anything.

 


I happened to speak with
your father the other day,

 


and he recommended
I reach out to you.

 


Would you excuse us
for just one moment?

 


Come on.

 


That woman
could not be more wrong

 


about her sister's video.

 


It was most certainly
not made under duress.

 


Tell me.

 


The human face, Watson,
is like the penis.

 


Or so said the great

 


personality theorist
Silvan Tomkins.

 


The point being:

 


the face,
like the male member,

 


has a mind of its own;
it betrays us

 


on an almost daily basis;
advertises our secrets

 


to those
who know that to look for.

 


The woman in that video
was utterly calm

 


when she filmed it.

 


More than that, I think she was
excited to move on.

 


You and I were not
looking at the same video.

 


Her jaw muscles
were relaxed, not tight.

 


Her nose wings
were not dilated.

 


She wasn't going
off some script,

 


she meant every
word she was saying.

 


Nose wings.

 


We have an opportunity
here, Watson.

 


More precisely, you do.

 


I think this would make
an excellent first case for you.

 


You want me to find Callie
Burrell on my own?

 


Every good investigator needs
to be able to find people

 


who do not wish to be found.

 


More often than not,
those are dangerous criminals.

 


Ms. Burrell is merely a wife
grown tired of her husband.

 


It's a case
with training wheels.

 


You can't be sure
that Callie is okay.

 


And, you know what,
th-th-there might be something

 


to what her sister is saying.

 


Maybe, maybe not.
Your job to find out.

 


Is this because the case
came through your father?

 


No, it's because the case
suits you.

 


Besides, I have one of my own
which I wish to take up.

 


Oh, that's the woman that Callie
mentioned in her video.

 


She was murdered
just days before Callie

 


quote-unquote vanished.

 


The man who pushed her
was never found.

 


I lost a valued informant
to a pusher back in London

 


Ugly business, yeah.

 


As horrific a death
as you can imagine.

 


Now, I found that killer.

 


I suspect I can
find this one as well.

 


Hey, aren't
you going to tell

 


your father's friend what we're doing?
Your case now, Watson.

 


You tell him.

 


¢Ü Elementary 1x18 ¢Ü
D?j? Vu All Over Again
Original Air Date on March 14, 2013

 


== sync, corrected by elderman ==

 


HOLMES: I must confess,
I'm quite embarrassed

 


this murder escaped my attention
when it first transpired.

 


I was still locked away in
Hemdale at the time.

 


"Locked away" is
a little exaggerated.

 


When in days of my arrival,

 


the staff forbade me access
to newspapers.

 


Something about
police blotters riling me.

 


No, you?
Curious case, this one.

 


Man approaches woman.

 


Man gives woman flowers.

 


And walks away,
only to return moments later

 


and push woman
in front of train.

 


It's pretty obvious
the guy's a psychopath.

 


Likely, yeah.

 


Obvious, no.

 


He takes great care
to keep his face

 


angled away from the platform
security cameras.

 


Speaks to premeditation.

 


He'd been to the platform before
and cased it.

 


Psychopaths can't premeditate?
No, of course they can.

 


But tube pushers
tend to be lunatics

 


of the raving variety.

 


They're sloppy.

 


This man was the opposite.

 


Good news is...

 


...I know exactly
what he looks like.

 


Look, I can't tell

 


if you're kidding
right now or not.

 


I reached out

 


to the witnesses
who helped generate

 


that sketch--
completely useless,

 


especially with regards
to the patch

 


he has on his jacket here--
looks like some sort of logo.

 


I can't tell
what it is.

 


You think you can find
the guy from a patch?

 


(sighs) Stranger
things, Watson.

 


How goes the search

 


for father's lawyer's
assistant's sister?

 


(sighs) Well...
I went through

 


everything that
the firm's investigators

 


have put together,
and so far, nothing.

 


I mean, if she's really
hiding from her husband,

 


she's doing a bang-up job.

 


I can see why the police
called off the search.

 


Have you spoken
to the husband yet?

 


No, I called

 


his art gallery today,
and he's out of town.

 


I'm gonna pop in tomorrow and do
my best Columbo impression.

 


He was a...

 


Never mind.

 


I'm excited for you.

 


When you talk to him,
you'll identify yourself

 


as a "consulting detective."

 


You haven't done that before.
I...

 


(ringtone playing)

 


(whispers):
Oh, no.

 


(groans):
Carver and Sons.

 


8:00, I was
supposed to meet you.

 


I'm gonna go out on a limb
and say you forgot.

 


It's okay. It's not like
Look, Em, I...

 


you forgot to meet me
the last time we made plans.

 


Oh, no, wait, you did.

 


Let me make it up to you--
uh, tomorrow, my treat.

 


I don't know, Joan.
Come on. I feel awful.

 


(rock music playing)

 


Know what? Yeah.

 


Tomorrow should work.
I'll see you at 8:00.

 


Okay, great.
I'll see you then.

 


(hangs up)

 


(sighs)

 


Mr. Gardner?
Hi. I'm Joan Watson.

 


I'm consulting, uh...

 


I-I'm assisting
with an investigation

 


into the disappearance
of your wife.

 


I was wondering if I could
ask you a few questions?

 


Of course. Come in.

 


I thought Callie leaving

 


me was the worst thing
that could ever happen.

 


I was wrong-- the
worst part was...

 


realizing Rebecca
thought I'd hurt her.

 


Do you think it's strange
that Callie hasn't tried

 


to contact you or Rebecca
since she left?

 


Yeah. (soft chuckle)

 


I guess I do.

 


But... do I find it stranger
than her packing her things

 


and sending me a
Dear John letter

 


in the form of a video? No.

 


She's always
been a very...

 


complicated person.

 


Rebecca mentioned that
Callie left you once before?

 


About a year and half ago.

 


It was just for a couple
of days, but still...

 


it was devastating.

 


That time she
called me.

 


I begged her to come home.
I told her

 


whatever was bothering her,
we could work it out.

 


I guess I got through to her,
because... she came back.

 


If you don't mind me asking,

 


what were the problems
between you?

 


I don't know.

 


The first time she left,
it was like

 


being hit over the head
with a club.

 


I thought things
were good between us.

 


I thought we were
in a good place.

 


Obviously, I was... wrong.

 


And what about
the second time?

 


She seemed a little
distant of late.

 


A little depressed.
Do you know why?

 


Something to do
with that woman

 


who got pushed in front
of the subway car.

 


The one she talked
about in the video.

 


Rebecca also mentioned
something about a trunk that

 


went missing.
It didn't go missing; Callie took it.

 


I don't know how many times
Rebecca has to hear it

 


until she believes it.

 


I just wish I could make her
understand that I want Callie back, too.

 


Not because I think our
marriage can be saved--

 


I know that...
ship has sailed--

 


but... because I'm
worried about her.

 


I want to tell her
that it's okay,

 


that I want her to be happy.

 


Even if being happy means...
being with somebody else.

 


(phone auto-dials, line rings)

 


HOLMES: Watson?
Remember how you said yesterday

 


you thought Callie Burrell
was probably okay?

 


I do.
I'm pretty sure that's not right.

 


I'm pretty sure
her husband killed her.

 


DREW (recorded): ...but because
I'm worried about her.

 


I want to tell that
it's okay,

 


that I want her to be happy.

 


Even if being happy means...

 


being with somebody else.

 


That was recorded
by the police the first time

 


they interviewed
Drew Gardner five months ago.

 


He said the same exact
thing to me this morning.

 


Verbatim.

 


And because he
repeated himself,

 


you think he's
a murderer.

 


No, it's not because
he repeated himself,

 


it's just that what he said
sounded rehearsed-- like...

 


like he came up with his story
and then stuck with it.

 


Perhaps it's lodged
in his brain because he's

 


had to repeat it so often.

 


To his sister-in-law,
to the police,

 


to his friends,
to his colleagues, to you.

 


I'm not poking holes;
you may very well be right.

 


I just want to be certain that
you've thought this through.

 


There's just something
about this guy,

 


something I didn't like.

 


Let's say your assessment
of the man is correct.

 


He is a cad and a killer--
that would mean the stakes

 


of this investigation
have just been raised.

 


Would you like me to tag in?

 


No.

 


No, not yet.

 


If you were
working this case,

 


what would your next step be?

 


Do you have
Mr. Gardner's cell number handy?

 


Gaslighting.

 


A form of psychological abuse

 


in which false information
is presented

 


with the intention
of disorienting a victim...

 


and/or steering them
on a certain course of action.

 


The name derives from
the 1938 stage play Gaslight,

 


also known as

 


Angel Street.
Why do you have

 


so many phones?
Well, why do you have only one?

 


These are burners.

 


They are utterly discardable,
virtually untraceable.

 


Uh, what are you doing?

 


I know...

 


that you killed her.

 


I know...

 


what you did with her body.

 


(beep)

 


Mr. Gardner's gas
has just been lit.

 


Now it's just a question
of surveilling him,

 


observing where he goes,
what he does.

 


You'll need to rent
a car for that.

 


If Gardner is a murderer,

 


our message may
throw him off his game.

 


He may reveal something to you
which he otherwise would have not.

 


Where are you going?

 


Police station to
question a suspect.

 


You're not the only one who's made
progress on their investigation.

 


Yeah, I recognize her.

 


She was in the news
a few months ago.

 


She got pushed in front
of a train or something.

 


Yeah.

 


But that's not...

 


how you know her, though,
is it, Mr. Samuels?

 


I mean, you...

 


you worked in the same
office building together.

 


Before she died.

 


She was a secretary;
you were a custodial engineer.

 


(sighing):
That's right.

 


We used to see each other
around the building sometimes.

 


Yeah. Yeah.

 


Do you remember seeing her
around the subway platform?

 


I arrived at a theory
last night.

 


The man who killed Ms. Tully,

 


he'd been
on that platform before.

 


He'd studied it.

 


He knew where
the security cameras were. Hm?

 


So I began to look at footage
from the days and weeks

 


preceding her murder.

 


You'll never guess who
I saw following her...

 


on more than one occasion.

 


Now, this was recorded

 


ten days before her murder.

 


There's Ms. Tully.

 


There's you.

 


Now, if I'm not mistaken,

 


that's a cell phone
that you're carrying?

 


You're being discreet,

 


but you are recording her.

 


You have a record,
Mr. Samuels?

 


You were arrested
on a stalking charge

 


in Florida in 2009.

 


That was a misunderstanding.

 


Was this a misunderstanding, too?
What are you,

 


six feet, about 185?

 


So was this guy.

 


Put a fake beard on you,
some sunglasses,

 


be hard to tell
the difference.

 


What do you think?

 


I think you make
an excellent point.

 


I would never have hurt Vivian.

 


Course you wouldn't.
Nor would you have

 


stalked her,
nor would you record images

 


of her on your phone.

 


All right, fine.

 


You're right,
I was there that night.

 


And I was in disguise.

 


But I didn't kill her.

 


I thought
she'd seen me

 


following her
a few nights before.

 


So I started wearing a hat
and a scarf

 


that covered my mouth.

 


I'm there.

 


I just,
I'm not in frame.

 


Well, that's convenient.

 


You don't get it.
I was recording her

 


that night, too.
I can prove that

 


I wasn't the one
that pushed her.

 


(Tully screams)
SAMUELS: Oh, my God, no!

 


(door opens, closes)
GREGSON: So, what do you think?

 


It's Anson Samuels' voice,
that much is certain.

 


The question is, has the video been
manipulated in some way.

 


If it hasn't,
did Samuels orchestrate

 


the pushing.

 


Did he hire an equally
mad associate

 


to murder the object
of his obsession

 


so that he could record
it for posterity?

 


Well, we're holding on to him
either way, but eventually,

 


we're gonna have to charge him
or cut him loose.

 


I was hoping that this new angle
would shed some light

 


on the identity
of the pusher, but...

 


as luck would have it,

 


his face isn't seen
by this camera, either.

 


Nor was the patch
on his jacket.

 


(phone ringing)
Patch?

 


Excuse me.

 


Watson. Still surveilling?

 


If by "surveilling,"
you mean sitting on my butt

 


watching a man do absolutely
nothing out of the ordinary,

 


it's going great.

 


The text I sent had no effect.

 


Drew Gardner has not left
the gallery all day.

 


Well, patience, Watson.

 


There is no branch
of detective work

 


which is as important
nor as neglected

 


as the art of tracing footsteps.

 


It's okay, I've still got
a few good hours left.

 


Actually... you're not--
at least you're not good

 


between the hours of 8:00
and approximately 10:00 p.m.

 


What are you talking about?

 


I overheard you making plans
with a friend last night. Em.

 


Short for "Emily,"
if my memory serves.

 


Oh, no, I can't believe
I forgot again.

 


Well, I did not,
so I reached out to Alfredo

 


earlier on, and he is
standing by to relieve you.

 


Are you serious?

 


Thank you.

 


The busker.

 


Excuse me?

 


The busker.
The fiddler.

 


He's playing Paganini's,
uh, 24 Caprices,

 


Opus 1, Number 11.

 


Rewind it.

 


There.

 


I don't hear anything

 


over the subway.
Yeah, neither do I.

 


Then how can you tell he's
playing Paganini's whatever?

 


I can see it-- I know
the piece from... the bowing,

 


fingering,
double-stop trills.

 


You don't know
I play the violin?

 


Before today I didn't
even know you ate food.

 


I don't get it
. does it matter

 


what song the guy's playing?

 


Oh, it doesn't. What matters is,
he stops in the middle.

 


Watch.

 


He stops halfway
through the andante,

 


doesn't even touch the presto.

 


Question is: why?

 


Why does he stop so suddenly
and leave the platform?

 


The answer is...

 


he sees our pusher.

 


He knows him.

 


He might even have known
what he was about to do.

 


We find our busker...
we find the pusher.

 


Hey.

 


Hey, I didn't know you guys
were gonna be here, too.

 


It was sort of a last second thing.
Hey.

 


How is everything?
What's going on?

 


There's a reason why I asked
Hope and Ken to join us.

 


Uh, can I get a beer?

 


Uh, your mother called me
the other day.

 


Yeah?

 


We got to talking.
Thanks.

 


I told her how you and I
kept missing each other.

 


She said you're working
as some sort of detective now.

 


And she's
so proud of you, excited.

 


But when I heard, I just...

 


What?

 


I don't know. I...

 


Well, in a way, on the one hand,
it explained a lot.

 


You know, the way
you've fallen out of touch

 


these last few months?

 


How you've made and broken
so many plans with me.

 


With Hope and Ken.

 


With others.

 


We were worried about you, Joan.
I guess we still are.

 


(laughs)

 


Is this is an intervention?

 


Wow. No, it's not.

 


It's just a few friends
expressing concern

 


for another.

 


That's an intervention.
Trust me.

 


I have helped organize
plenty of them.

 


Back when you were still
a sober companion, right?

 


After you were a surgeon,

 


but before you decided
to become a private eye?

 


I'm sorry,
but you seem lost.

 


You have ever since
you stopped practicing medicine.

 


We know that your new mentor
is your last sober client.

 


And...?

 


"And...?"

 


Joan, you quit your job
and moved out of your apartment

 


so you could live full-time
with a recovering drug addict

 


who's going to teach you how
to be some sort of gumshoe?

 


Are you involved with him?

 


Because that would
explain a lot.

 


You know what?

 


I am gonna see you guys later.

 


What? Joan!

 


I didn't think that I would have

 


to explain my life to you, Emily.
Come on.

 


I mean, what would you say to me
if I told you

 


I was quitting
journalism to become a...

 


I don't know-- a windsurfer?

 


(phone chimes)
Or if Hope told you

 


she was giving up teaching
to join the Marines.

 


Would you really just
congratulate us?

 


Or would you pull us aside and
make sure everything was okay?

 


So, do you think what I do
is like windsurfing?

 


I don't know what it's like.

 


I just know you.

 


And I know
you're not a detective.

 


One of those
self-storage places.

 


The guy you wanted me to watch
talked to the manager,

 


walked in that
unit right there.

 


That trunk.

 


It belonged
to his sister-in-law.

 


She thought he might he
used it to get rid of his wife.

 


Hold up. Are you trying to tell
me there's a person in there?

 


Sherlock sent him
an anonymous text this morning,

 


said he knew where the body was.

 


We need to call the cops.
No, no, not yet.

 


What do you mean "not yet".
I want to do this myself.

 


Do you still have that slim Jim?
Yeah.

 


Look, I didn't hear
a alarm trip on,

 


so all I have to do is get past
that door lock.

 


Joan...
What?

 


You don't think
I can do this?

 


Oh, I know you can do this,

 


'cause after
everything I taught,

 


you could jack that car
in your sleep-- Joan!

 


MAN:
Hey!

 


That's enough, ma'am.

 


Step away from
the car, please.

 


Hey, is there a problem?

 


Is this your vehicle, sir?
Yeah.

 


I'm the guard here.
I saw this woman

 


breaking into your car
in one of my monitors.

 


You-- You're the one who came to
ask me questions about Callie.

 


I'm investigating this man.

 


I have reason to believe
that he murdered his wife

 


and hid her body in this trunk.

 


What?! That's a lie.

 


There's an easy way
to see if I'm right.

 


Just ask him to open it.

 


Excuse me? I don't have
to open a damn thing.

 


His name is Drew Gardner.

 


You can look it up on
your phone.

 


There are articles on
the disappearance of his wife.

 


She went missing six months ago,
same time as this trunk.

 


(sirens approaching) Would you open up
this trunk, please?

 


Are you kidding me?!

 


If she's wrong, you ain't
got nothing to hide.

 


You can either open
up that trunk for me,

 


or open it up
for them.

 


Happy now?

 


(lock buzzes,
door creaks open)

 


(door slams shut)

 


I have the very strongest
sensation of d?j? vu.

 


I paid your bail.

 


Paperwork's being processed.

 


You'll be released back
into society shortly.

 


Thank you.

 


I spoke with Alfredo
before I came here.

 


He told me what
transpired tonight.

 


You took a chance. Yeah?

 


Fortune often favors the bold.

 


But not tonight.
Mm.

 


You were right.

 


The trunk was the same one

 


that Rebecca Burrell mentioned
to us the other day.

 


If Drew Gardner
wasn't using that

 


to get rid of his wife's body,
what was he doing with it?

 


Well, I didn't speak
to the man himself,

 


but I did speak to the officers
who arrested you.

 


According to the statement
that he gave them,

 


he sold the trunk

 


shortly after he received
the video from his wife.

 


Partly out of spite,

 


partly because
his gallery was struggling.

 


He knew it was worth
several thousand dollars.

 


Sold it to a client.

 


He could have told Rebecca
that months ago.

 


Mm. Well, he was afraid.

 


He knew
what he'd done was wrong.

 


The trunk was not his to sell.

 


Apparently, your visit yesterday
inspired him

 


to come clean.

 


The idea that
Rebecca thought

 


he'd used the trunk
to dispose of Callie

 


was more troubling
to him than the idea

 


of being punished for
his actual transgression.

 


So he reached out
to the guy he sold it to

 


and made an offer
to buy it back.

 


The storage space
that he accessed tonight

 


was the collector's, not his.

 


He was merely
picking up the trunk

 


so he could return
it to Rebecca.

 


Apparently,
there is a paper trail

 


which confirms
this series of events.

 


I was so sure
she was in that trunk.

 


Given the many givens,
your hypothesis was good.

 


But I was wrong.

 


You were wrong about a trunk.

 


That does not mean
that you were wrong

 


about the man being a murderer.

 


I just keep thinking

 


that if you were the one
to break into that car,

 


she would have been there.

 


But because it was me...
(sighs)

 


I have another errand to run
before tonight is through.

 


In the morning,

 


I propose that we begin
working both cases together.

 


After you've helped me
find my subway pusher,

 


perhaps I can help you find
Callie Burrell.

 


(playing a lively
classical melody)

 


Bach? Why, Thaddeus,
you've gone commercial.

 


How do you know my name?

 


Your many citations

 


for performing
on subway platforms.

 


I'm assuming
those are the reasons

 


you're now performing
above ground.

 


Oh, you're the cops.

 


No, no, he is.
I'm a concerned citizen.

 


Name Vivian Tully
mean anything to you?

 


No.

 


Well, maybe her
picture will.

 


No.
HOLMES: You were there the night

 


a madman pushed her in
front of a subway train.

 


There's no use
in denying it.

 


We've got you on video.

 


Yeah, okay, I was there.

 


But I only heard about
what happened on the news.

 


I wasn't there
when it actually went down.

 


Of course you were, 'cause
the minute you saw the pusher,

 


you picked up your stuff,
and you left.

 


Why? 'Cause you know him.
I'd like to know how.

 


Sorry, man, I don't know
what you're talking about.

 


You do know what
I'm talking about,

 


and the sooner you
tell me the connection,

 


the less likely
I'll be to tell

 


Detective Bell here that
you're also a pickpocket.

 


I was studying you
from across the street.

 


You're actually very good.

 


Fiddling must keep
those fingers nimble, hmm?

 


Detective, would you give us
a moment, please?

 


Look, I didn't know
the guy, okay?

 


I just knew his face.

 


I'd seen him on the platform
a few nights before,

 


tried to lift his wallet,
he caught me.

 


Grabbed my wrist, I panicked,
hauled off and punched him.

 


He fell, I took off.

 


When I saw him the night
he killed the girl,

 


I was just worried
he might recognize me

 


and call the transit cops,
so I left.

 


You're checking out my
coat right now, aren't you?

 


Thinking of where you
can infiltrate it.

 


Sorry, okay?
It's a force of habit.

 


Ah, of course.

 


I mean, a coat to a
picker of pockets

 


is like a vault to a
safecracker, isn't it?

 


You've got to study it,

 


find a way in without
being detected.

 


So... the pusher.

 


He had a patch on his
jacket right here.

 


Perhaps you'd be able
to tell me what it was.

 


If you feel like
you have to, don't.

 


So your busker was able

 


to pick out this patch
from an image search. Now what?

 


We bring it
to the public's attention,

 


see if it,
in conjunction with the sketch,

 


shakes anything loose.

 


(door opens)

 


I thought you both should know:

 


I invited Drew Gardner to
the station a little while ago.

 


If you apologize,

 


promise to pay for the damage

 


you did to his car,

 


and refrain
from any further harassment,

 


he'll drop the charges
against you.

 


I wouldn't accept Mr. Gardner's
terms under any circumstances.

 


Yeah, well, she's not you.

 


Miss Watson's instincts
have been telling her

 


that the man is a murderer.

 


He's right. I'm not like you.
I'm not like you.

 


I... (sighs)

 


I've never had a record before.

 


Well...

 


Me and Mr. Gardner

 


will be in my office.

 


Think about what you're saying.

 


I am. I have.

 


Last night was a wake-up call.

 


You made a mistake.

 


No, it wasn't just what happened

 


at the storage facility.

 


My friends found out
what I've been doing.

 


I didn't realize you'd been
keeping it a secret.

 


They don't get it.

 


Opinions are like anine, Watson.

 


Everyone has one.

 


You know what, maybe what you do

 


is not something
that you can teach.

 


Maybe it's something

 


that just has
to come naturally.

 


I-I just... I have a lot to
think about, that's all.

 


(doorbell rings)

 


Ms. Burrell? Joan Watson.

 


We met the other day.

 


Please.

 


Have a seat.

 


Thank you.

 


Did you want to ask me

 


more questions
about Callie?

 


Actually, I came
to apologize.

 


I got a little too aggressive

 


with the investigation
last night, and...

 


I'm afraid that Mr. Holmes
and I will not be able

 


to remain on the case.

 


Ms. Watson?

 


Callie's jacket-- that patch.

 


You mean Drew's jacket.

 


It was cold that day.

 


He let her wear it.

 


She called it
his "hippie coat.

 


He got it at a concert
in college or something.

 


This is gonna sound strange,

 


but has Drew ever had a beard?

 


Yeah, for a while.

 


He shaved it off
around the same time

 


that Callie disappeared.

 


Why?

 


Let's start with what
we know, shall we?

 


Vivian Tully was murdered

 


six months ago
by a bearded individual.

 


We know that
Drew Gardner wore a beard

 


at approximately
that time.

 


He also owned a jacket

 


identical to the one
worn by the killer.

 


Several days later,

 


Callie Burrell
records a video

 


in which she says
the murder has affected her,

 


it's made her think.

 


She leaves Drew.

 


Thanks to you, we now have
reason to believe

 


that Drew Gardner
was the man

 


that pushed Vivian Tully

 


in front of
the subway train.

 


Question is, why?

 


What are the odds that it would

 


affect his wife so much
that she leaves him?

 


Is it possible that's
what he was counting on?

 


If he was, what kind
of plan is that?

 


I mean, how could he know
that killing Vivian Tully

 


would affect Callie
the way that it did?

 


I don't know.

 


Maybe I'm wrong
about this, too.

 


Maybe it's just
a coincidence

 


that he has that
jacket with a patch.

 


Have I... have I told you

 


how distracting
I find self-doubt?

 


If you must wallow,

 


I ask that you do it
in the privacy of your room.

 


Do I need to remind you
that I made

 


a mistake last night
that got me arrested?

 


Do I need to remind you

 


that you made
a discovery today

 


that may ultimately
solve both cases?

 


Do you wish to mourn the former
or celebrate the latter?

 


'Cause I, for one,
am fully engaged.

 


I want to solve this.

 


Oh!

 


Two events.

 


One murder by subway train,
one disappearance.

 


Event "A" cannot
reasonably be said

 


to have any effect
on Event "B."

 


Yet it defies reason

 


to think that the two
are not connected.

 


We know Vivian Tully is dead.

 


We strongly suspect
Callie Burrell is dead.

 


Drew Gardner, he has
no discernible link

 


to Vivian Tully,
and therefore,

 


no discernible motive
for her murder.

 


He does, meanwhile,
have motive for his wife's murder.

 


The marriage
was in trouble;

 


she had left him
once before.

 


The question remains:

 


What are the odds
that the murder

 


we think he is responsible for
on the subway platform

 


would compel his wife to leave

 


the marriage for a second time?

 


How, in this case,

 


does "A" lead to "B"?

 


Maybe "A" didn't lead to "B."

 


Maybe "B" led to "A".

 


I don't know how many times
I have to tell you people:

 


I didn't kill Callie.

 


Well, as a
matter of fact,

 


that's only one
of the murders

 


that we're
accusing you of.

 


This is the other.

 


This is the woman Callie
talked about in her video.

 


You think I had
something to do with this?

 


Six months ago, you had a beard

 


like the one in that sketch.

 


You also owned
an army jacket

 


with a distinctive
patch on the right arm.

 


I gave that jacket
to Goodwill a long time ago.

 


Did you give them
your beard as well?

 


Or did you shave it off,
so you would look

 


less like the man
who murdered Vivian Tully?

 


Last night,
when Ms. Watson

 


suggested you that you
might also be the pusher,

 


I was confused.

 


And that doesn't
happen very often.

 


But in my defense,

 


the sequence of events,
as I understood them,

 


just didn't make any sense.

 


You choose a woman at random

 


and you shove her to her death.

 


Several days later,

 


the crime inspires your wife
to leave you.

 


Now, the odds that the first

 


leads to the second--
astronomical.

 


Then Ms. Watson recalled

 


that your wife
had left you once before.

 


The video.

 


You claimed that
Callie left it for you

 


six months ago,
but that was a lie.

 


She made it for you
a year and a half ago...

 


the first time
she left you.

 


That's ridiculous.

 


WATSON: Pretend for a second
that I'm right.

 


The video is 18 months old.

 


In it, Callie
references a woman

 


that was pushed
in front of a train.

 


"The woman
with the flowers,"

 


to use her exact words.

 


That would mean 18 months ago

 


another woman was pushed
in front of a train.

 


Another woman holding flowers.

 


Her name was Anna Peters.

 


She was standing
on a platform

 


in Harlem when two teenagers
on their way to school

 


got into a shoving match.

 


One of them bumped her

 


over the edge by accident.

 


It was a big story.

 


A lot of the media outlets
that covered it

 


mentioned that Anna was
on her way to the hospital

 


to visit a sick friend.

 


WATSON: When she fell, she
was holding flowers

 


that she had picked
from her own garden.

 


Flowers that
she was planning

 


to give to her friend.
HOLMES: Hmm.

 


That's interesting, isn't it?

 


The man who murdered
Vivian Tully six months ago

 


inexplicably gave her
a bouquet of flowers

 


right before he pushed her.

 


You gave her those flowers.

 


Why?

 


You thought you had
figured out a way

 


to kill your wife
and get away with it.

 


You'd use the video
that she sent you

 


the first time she left you
to explain her disappearance.

 


All you needed now

 


was a subway pushing
in the present

 


so that the video
would make sense.

 


A pushing involving a
woman holding flowers.

 


(chuckles)

 


This is insane.

 


You're just some woman
with a crazy story.

 


You want me to be guilty,

 


so you've constructed
this elaborate fiction

 


to accommodate your theory.

 


So, you're sticking
to your story, then?

 


On the record, you're saying

 


that you received that video

 


from your wife six months ago?

 


I am repeating that
on the record.

 


Well, we rather hoped
that you would.

 


We were granted access

 


to Callie's e-mails
this morning.

 


Obviously, you also had
access to those e-mails,

 


because you needed to prove
to anyone who might ask

 


that the video
came from her.

 


GREGSON: You deleted the original
e-mail from her account--

 


the one she sent
a year and a half ago.

 


You then re-sent it
when the time was right.

 


The thing is...

 


we found it archived and
stored in the server.

 


WATSON:
We know and can prove,

 


that you received that
e-mail 18 months ago,

 


a few days after Anna
Peters was murdered.

 


But... don't take
my word for it.

 


I'm just a woman
with a crazy story.

 


(ringtone plays)

 


Hey.

 


You picked up.

 


I'm glad.
I wasn't sure you would.

 


I wasn't sure I would, either.

 


About the other night.

 


You were out of line?

 


I'm not gonna apologize
for worrying about you.

 


Listen, Em...

 


I am, however,
going to apologize

 


for doubting you.

 


My editor just assigned me
the craziest story.

 


"Man Pushes Woman
In Front of Train

 


to Cover Up Murder of Wife."

 


Sound familiar?

 


(knocking insistently)
SHERLOCK: Watson?

 


Oh, hold on a second.

 


Oh, uh...

 


when you're finished,

 


if you could, uh, join me
downstairs to peruse some files?

 


An old colleague
of mine in London

 


asked for my thoughts
on a homicide investigation.

 


I was able to identify
the murderer

 


in a matter of seconds.

 


I would like to see

 


how long it takes you.

 


You enjoyed a modicum
of success today, Watson.

 


Let's not let it go
our heads, now, shall we?

 


Hey, uh, Emily,

 


something just came up
work-related.

 


Another time?

 


Yeah, another time, okay?

 


Bye.

 


¢Ü

 


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