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강박증으로
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고마워요

이 모임과
여러분의 지지가

없었다면

어떻게 됐을지
몰라요

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셜록

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핵심이죠

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내 뇌는 그래요

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10시 전에...

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- 틀렸어요

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-가 아니라 &

서로 다른 범인의
서로 다른 범죄죠

케이시를 죽인
총알의 탄도는

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가죽에서 방취제
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경찰을 안 하는

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케이시는
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요새 힘들어서요

경기가
너무 안 좋잖아요

최소 2천 달러는 될
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건드리진 않았죠

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틀렸어, 틀렸어

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서로 다른 범죄라고

이 남자는 물건을
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의자 냄새는
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지난주에 홈스가
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빌어먹을 상상의
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이 해리 포터가
현장에서

범인은 여성이라고
한 말을 듣고

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집에 혼자 가도
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그 친구 말인데

잔 지 얼마나
됐어요?

남자고
전 애인이죠?

성별을 밝히지
않으려 하고

"친구" 할 때마다
시선을 피하네요

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걸음이 말해주고요

내 걸음요?

벨기에 연구에 따르면
여성의 걸음걸이로

오르가슴 역사를
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당신은 한 지
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정신 건강에 좋아요

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- 미안하긴

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일정을 두 번이나
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나 고객 얘기
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우린 헤어졌지만
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중독자 코 닦아주니
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환자 잃은 고통은
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속죄로
이러는 거면...

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하는 거야

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유전병인데요

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결혼했고
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- 벨이에요

서장님이
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믿기지는 않지만

몽타주와 일치하는
여성을 찾았어요

이웃이 봤다던
여자요?

네

성 이시도라 병원
동관 93호로 와요

이미 받았죠?

검은 머리 30대 중반
약 162cm

서장님이 보냈죠
어딨어요?

데려다 줄게요
어떻게 찾았냐면

몽타주 뿌리기
직전에

대학 친구가 보고
낯익다더군요

이름을 듣고
사진을 찾아냈죠

이벳 엘리슨
검은 머리 30대 중반

여러 사진을
이웃에게 보여줬는데

정확히 골랐어요

"이 여자가 분명해요"
라고 하더군요

계단에서 봤다던
그 여자예요

내가 알아낼까요
아니면 보여줄래요?

보여줄게요

홈스 씨, 왓슨 양

이벳 엘리슨입니다

3일 전 자살을
기도했어요

수면제 한 통과
보드카로요

친구가 현장을
목격해서

기억했던 거죠

그때부터
혼수상태예요

3일 전요?

이웃이 거짓말했어요

이 도시에서

케이시를
죽일 수 없는

유일한 사람을
꾸며낸 거예요

그동안
자문 고마웠어요

이젠 우리가 맡죠

벨 형사가 맞았으니
인정...

이벳!

이 사람이 진짜!

눈만 감았다고
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가짜 같아요?

현장과 똑같은
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뭐 해요?

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찌르게요

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검사 방법이에요

손을 얼굴 위에서
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글쎄요

호흡과
동공 반사가

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진짜예요

이벳은 안 죽였어요

무슨 일이시죠?

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그런데요

정말 혼수상태네요

끝났네요

안 끝났어요

얼굴은 맞는데
여자가 틀렸어요

탁자 위에
책이 있었어요

누가 읽어준 거죠

속표지에 적힌 글이

"이벳과 레베카에게
5번째 생일에"

생일이 같다는 걸
의미하죠

이벳은 쌍둥이에요

찰스 엘리슨의
유일한 자녀였어요

왜 그 이름이
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대부호
선박왕이에요

이름 딴 학교와
공원이 있죠

레베카가
가족 공익신탁을

몇 년째 운영한대요

그럼 케이시 이웃이

이벳의 자매를
봤다고요?

이제 연역 추리도
하는군요?

실례합니다

레베카 엘리슨이
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전데요

검은 머리, 갈색 눈
주근깨 여성요

죄송한데 동생과
혼동하신 것 같네요

우린 이란성
쌍둥이에요

동생은 지금
병원에 있는데

제가 도와 드릴까요?

괜찮아요
고맙습니다

재밌어요?

재밌겠어요?

사건 생각하는군요

이벳은 케이시를
죽이지 않았지만

이웃이 그 사진을
골랐다는 건

놀랄 만큼 닮았다는
뜻이죠

그 여자는 누구고

무슨 원한이었을까요?

벨 형사가 맞았고

이웃이 거짓말했을
수도 있죠

홀 벽장에서
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지퍼 복면요?
그거 친구 거예요

옛 사건 기념품인데
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현 밑에 홈스라고
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재활 후 안정에
좋을 것 같아서요

스트레스 해소에
좋거든요

스트레스라고요?

그게...

일도 많이 하고

사건 해결에 자신을
몰아붙이잖아요

이젠 연주 안 해요
다락 이론

공간 낭비가 심해서
관뒀어요

말도 안 돼요

배운 걸 억지로
잊을 순 없어요

전 애인에
5달러 걸죠

받아요
나 도망 안 가요

전화 잘못했어?

좋진 않아

괜찮아?

무슨 일인데?

잘 지내나 해서

괜찮아

좋진 않다며?

그냥 뭘 좀
하고 있어서...

뭐야?

세상에
무슨 짓이에요?

조안? 왜 그래?
괜찮아?

타이, 다시 걸게

정말 스트레스
풀리네요

지미 헨드릭스
같았어요

이럴 필요 없잖아요

타이? 이름 재밌네요
명사, 동사, 국가

- 말 그만 돌려요
- 그만 얼쩡대요

그러니까 먼저
마음을 열어요

서로 알아가는 게
동반자라고요

서장님, 무슨 일이죠?

퀸즈로 오겠나?

또 다른
총격 살인이야

케이시 사건과
동일범 같아

케이시 이웃은 어제
감금 상태였으니

용의 선상에서
벗어낫군요

틀린 거 인정해요

그래도 거짓말한 건
변함없어요

범인은 또
앉아 있었어

이유를 알겠나?

방취제 냄새가
똑같아요

안됐지만
지명 수배에

암내를
넣을 순 없어요

셜록?

첫 피해자가
각막이영양증이랬죠?

그게 왜요?

이건 그 치료제예요

- 취재진 왔어요
- 완벽하군

보이지 않는
관련성이 있다고

말해야 하나?

관련성은
아주 잘 보여요

둘 다 희귀 유전병을
앓았어요

각막 반점요

피부색만
잠시 무시하면

돌출부와 골상이

어디서 본 것 같죠?

케이시와
이 여성은 사실

남매예요

둘의 관계는
자네가 맞아

DNA 겸사 결과
이복남매라는군

도움 될지 몰라도
유전 형질을 보니

아버지가 같네요

법의관도 그러더군요

하지만 친구와
가족들은

둘이 서로
몰랐다더군요

케이시 친모는
바람을 피우고

친부를
밝히지 않았어

애나 웹스터 친모도

그래서 독남독녀로
알고 살았어

아버지가 같고

거의 같은 날
살해당하고

우연이 아니네요

동일범 같아요?

범인은 여자예요

실마리는
친부의 정체예요

친모가
도움되겠네요

케이시 모친은 97년에
차 사고로 죽고

애나 모친은 08년에
암으로 죽었어

둘 다 누구에게도
말 안 했어

이걸 찾았어요

애나가 몇 주 전에
탄원을 넣었어요

미행당한다고요

집 앞에 주차한 차를
창에서 찍었고요

우리가 찾는
아버지 같은데요

나이는 맞아요

하지만...

가족 유사성이 없네요
아버지가 아니에요

이건 홈스가 맞아

어째서요?

뜬금없지만

이 남자를 알거든

토미 그렉슨
이거 놀랍군

- 4, 5년 만인가?
- 잘 지냈어?

그래, 보면 알잖아?

마이크는 내 동긴데

아주 거만해졌어

민간 기관에서
일하다

이 회사
최고 조사자가 됐지

여긴 벨 형사고

왓슨 양과 홈스 군

내 비서가
커피 죽이게 뽑아

아니야, 공무 중이라

2주 전에 이 여자를

왜 미행했는지
물으러 왔어

처음 보는 여잔데?

마이크

말할 수 없어

고객과 관련된
일이라

비밀유지특권
때문에

이 애는 지난밤에
살해당했어

뉴스에서 봤어

좋은 아이 같아서
안타깝지만

규칙은 규칙이잖아

이봐, 누가...

실례지만 잠시만요

저 아름다운 식물
얘기 좀 할까요?

눈을 보니
어제 과로하셨군요

게다가
맑은 정신을 위해

각성제를 드셨고요

눈을 심하게
깜빡여요

식욕도 왕성한데

몇 달간 체중이
상당히 줄었고요

경동맥이 펄펄 뛰기
시작했네요

가까운 데 숨겼나?
혹시 책상?

아는 걸 당장 말해요

그럼 서랍 안 열게요

그렉슨 서장과
벨 형사 앞에서!

그리고...

예전 삶을
되찾고 싶다면

헨데일 재활원을
강력 추천해요

수영장도 있어요

알겠어요

저기, 토미...

우리 사이를
생각해서

이 서류를
책상 위에 둘게

난 화장실 좀

무슨 일이 벌어지든

난 여기 없었으니까

- 고마워, 마이크
- 그래

케이시 맥매너스와
애나 웹스터

변호사에게 조사시킨
이유가 뭘까요?

배다른 가족인 걸
알았기 때문이죠

성공한 사업가이자

왕성한 바람둥이
아버지는

몇십 년 전
서자를 낳고

돈으로 입 막은 걸

임종 때
털어놓으셨어요

그런데 다 죽었네요

우연일까요? 글쎄요

둘 다 죽다니요?

이제 유산 문제로

걱정할 필요 없다는
뜻이죠

당신과 이벳에게
재산을 남겼지만

서자를 상속인에서

제외한다는 말을
빼먹었기 때문에

법적으로는
간과 상속인이고

그들이 친부를
알아낼 경우엔

일부 유산을
청구할 수 있죠

당신과 동생 몫이
줄어든다는 말씀

그래서 변호사를
고용했어요

그래서 그들을
죽였고요

죽이지 않았어요

지난 이틀간

오후 8시부터
10시까지

어디 계셨죠?

집에 혼자 있었어요

수상하네요

경찰서로
데려가야겠군요

아니요

잠시만요

아버지 얘기는
맞아요

임종 직전
서자 얘기하셨어요

유산 청구 가능한 것도
알았고요

아버지가 그 사실을
숨기셨다는 게

우린 굉장히
화가 났지만

많이 편찮으셔서...

아버지 임종 후에
갈팡질팡했어요

비밀을 숨기고 싶진
않았지만

수천만 달러를

낯선 사람에게
주는 건

미친 짓 같았어요

그래서 변호사에게
연락했어요

케이시와 애나를
조사해 달라고요

사는 곳과
어떻게 들어가는지?

그런 게 아니에요

그냥 어떤 사람인지
알고 싶었어요

하지만 결정도
내리기 전에

이벳이 무너졌어요

유부남을 만나고

술에 빠지고

자살 시도까지 했죠

그게 정말
자살 시도였을까요?

이벳이 사라지면

유산은 온전히
당신 거죠?

당신이
꾸민 일이라 해도

놀랄 게 없겠네요

난 동생을
절대 해치지 않아요

엘리슨 양
함께 가시죠

한 가지만요

왜 살인하면서
이벳으로 변장했죠?

목격자가 동생을
정확히 묘사했어요

이란성인 건 아는데

조금만 꾸미면
아주 비슷해지죠

궁금한 건 이유예요

동생은 혼수상태에
빠졌는데 왜?

방취제까지
동생 걸 쓰고

이상하지 않아요?

당신 미쳤어

얼얼한가 봐요?

왼손잡이라
놀랐어요

난 이쪽은 튼튼한데
이쪽이 약해서

- 타이, 여긴 왜 왔어?
- 왜냐니?

6시 저녁 약속
잊었어?

내가 언제
여긴 어떻게 찾았어?

메일로 친구가
만찬회 연다며

타이!

조안이 당신 얘길
거의 안 해요

- 메일 해킹했어요?
- 말이 심하네요

- 조안, 무슨 일이야?
- 뭐긴요, 연회죠

근데 이 술은
연회용이 아닌데

- 여자랑...
- 착오가 있었네

- 저 남자는 누구야?
- 내...

친군데 장난이 심해

나 골탕먹이려고
이런 거야

- 남자 친구구나
- 아니

제대로 헛짚었어

미안한데
내일 전화할게

검사장이랑
술 약속도 취소했어

안 맞은 걸
다행으로 알라고 해

때릴 거면
왼손으로 때려

어디 가요?
내가 말실수했나?

사생활 침해는
안 돼요

사생활 침해 전문가가
말했습니다

난 일하러 왔어요

이해한 줄 알았는데

서로 알아가야
한다고 한 건

당신 아닌가요?

바이올린 때문에
이래요?

태워 먹었으면
됐잖아요!

당신이
받아들여야죠!

동거에 우정은
필수가 아니에요

서로 비밀
지키자고요

5주 후면
우린 남남이잖아요?

홈스입니다

그렉슨 서장인데
레베카를 풀어줄 거야

뭐요?

집과 직장에서
아무것도 안 나왔어

아파트
보안 카메라도

집에 있었다는 걸
증명해

7시 전에 들어가서

아침까지 안 나왔어

레베카는 그 둘을
죽이지 않았어

여기 온 것만 해도
큰 발전이죠

말을 꺼내는 게...

할 일도 많은데

또 중독자 잔치에
데려왔군요

앞으로 45분간

아무 데도
안 갈 거예요

속임수예요

방법은
아직 모르지만

레베카 엘리슨요

난 아직 범인이
레베카 같아요

나 다시 무아경에
들어갈까요?

생각해 뒀어요

게시판에서
빼 왔어요

멍해지면 바로
넙다리 찌를 거예요

신경 종말이
많거든요

당신은 못 해요

다음 분?

전 일레인이고
중독자예요

안녕하세요, 일레인

맨정신을 유지한 지
360일 됐어요

5일이면 1년 채우죠

자랑스럽고
기뻐해야 하지만

그게 안 돼요

제 중독 때문에

망가진 삶이
또 있거든요

다시 바이올린
켜잖아요

세상에서 가장 작은

좋아할 줄 알았는데

그래서 의사를
붙잡기로 했어요

멋진 남자였어요

스티븐이고
보건의였죠

완전히 빠져든
척했어요

유부남이었고

예쁜 세 딸이
있었어요

하지만 전 오로지
제 생각만 했어요

함께 있을 때도
약 생각만 했어요

결국 아내에게 들켜
경찰에 잡혔고

제가 시작한 일인데

그 사람이
감옥에 갔어요

아시겠지만
스티븐은

히포크라테스
선서를 했죠

하지만 제가 끼친
해는요?

- 나가요
- 네?

아버지랑
약속했잖아요

수사의 돌파구를
찾았는데

가만 있으라는
거예요?

여길 벗어나려는
핑계잖아요

그럼 내일 10번이고
20번이고 가요

지금은 살인범을
막아야겠어요

- 돌파구가 뭐죠?
- 뭐요?

돌파구가
있다면서요?

시간 없어요!

엘리슨을
당장 찾아야 해요

우정은 필요 없댔죠
맞아요

하지만 신뢰는
필요해요

말하면 돕고

말 안 하면
방해할 거예요

"지능이 돈보다
모든 면에서 낫다"

"만약..."

살인자!

경찰은 속여도
난 못 속여요

당신이 죽인 거
알아요

당장 나가요
간호사!

당신 아파트
감시 카메라

소위 당신의
알리바이는

- 조작됐어요
- 무슨 일이죠?

난 당신 위예요
훨씬 앞서 있죠

세 번째
간과 상속인도 알아요

- 뭐요?
- 세 번째 서자

누군지 알아냈어요

매리 마가렛 펠프스
웨스트 트레먼트 80-33

모르는 척 하시긴
연기도 못 하면서

홈스! 물러서요

내가 아까
문자 보냈어요

네, 방해해 줘서
참 고맙네요!

상관없어요

오늘부터
매리 마가렛은

개인 경호원이
있으니까

내가 24시간
지켜볼 거예요

눈에만 띄어 봐요

- 그만 해요!
- 손 치워!

이렇게 나온다
이거지

당신은 경찰을
공격했어

감옥에서
밤을 보낸단 말이지

갑시다

이게 끝이 아니에요
절대로

세 번째 서자는
내가 보호해요

알겠어요?
내가 막을 거야!

갑시다!

총 내려요, 엘리슨 양

아니면 이벳이라
부를까요?

말도 안 돼요
혼수상태였는데

이제 괜찮다고요?

일반 혼수가 아니라

담당의가 유도한
혼수였어요

필요에 따라
재우고 깨웠죠

케이시와 애나를
죽이려고요?

의사가 왜...

바람 피우던
유부남이었으니까요

물론 처음 들었겠죠

서자로부터
돈을 지킬 계획의

일부였으니까

일전에 의사에게서

반지 자국을 봤어요

최근에
빼기 시작했죠

그때는 별생각
없었는데

오늘 밤 모임에서
한 여성이

약을 얻으려고

의사를
꼬셨다더군요

그걸 듣고 생각했죠

두 상속녀는

거대한 유산을
물려받기 며칠 전

두 서자의 존재를
알게 돼요

한 명은 마음이 넓고
한 명은...

넓은 마음은
공유를 원해요

누군지 알아보고

가족으로 받아들여
축복을 나누려 하죠

좁은 마음은
죽이려 해요

하지만 문제는

살해 동기를
가진 사람이

자신과 언니뿐이죠

이 동기 때문에
결국은

잡힌다는 걸 알아요

그래서?

불명예스러운
알리바이를 만들어요

함께 자살 시도를
꾸미고

자신을 혼수상태로
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I have been sober for two years,
seven months, and 13 days now.

I could... give you
how many hours in seconds,

but then you might think
I'm obsessive.

I guess I just want to say...

thank you.

Uh, without these meetings,

without the support
of people like you,

I just don't know where I'd be.

Thanks, Eric.

Hey.

You okay?

All right, we're gonna
wrap things up now.

Uh, tomorrow's meeting...

Sherlock...
Amygdala!

Mm, 6:00.

Excellent.

What do you mean

you put yourself in a trance?
Hypnotize myself.

Simple, really.

The key is
word repetition.

My word, as you
may have guessed,

is "amygdala."

So you hypnotized yourself

at your first group
support meeting?

Couldn't listen to all those
sob stories, now, could I?

That's the whole point.

And, you know, when you feel
comfortable, you can share.

You've lived with me
a week now, Watson.

You know I don't share.

Well, then why
can't you listen?

Attic Theory.

I've always believed the human
brain is like... an attic.

A storage space for facts.

But because that
space is finite,

it must be filled
only with the things

one needs to be the
best version of oneself.

It's important, therefore,
not to have useless facts.

The natterings that comprise
a typical support group meeting,

for example,
crowding out

useful ones.

Just...

Can I borrow this?

Hey, what are you doing?
He's nuts.

Your brain, hm?

Useful facts.

Useful, viscous, golden.

Natterings.

That is the stupidest thing
I've ever heard.

That is not even how
the brain works...

It's how my brain works.

Okay, more natterings:

I am going to a dinner
tonight with a friend,

but I will be back
before 10:00,

so I'll be there
at 8:00...

Two whole hours
by my lonesome?

Aren't you worried I'll go
on some sort of binge?

Well, brief
stretches apart

are actually a natur...

A natural progression
in our companionship.

Yes, you mentioned.

But just to be safe,

I will be giving you a drug test
when I get home.

Captain Gregson...

How may I be of assistance?

Name's Casey McManus.

Walked through his front door
tonight

and took one right
between the eyes.

Cousin's on the job.

Patrolman assigned
to the 116 in Queens.

That's why
I called you.

Gotta have
my best guys on this.

You said on the phone
he walked in on a burglar.

He did.
His watch and wallet are gone.

The drawers were tossed, too.

The victim probably startled
the perp

when he came in from the hall.

Holmes, Ms. Watson,
meet Detective Bell--

another one
of my best guys.

Hi.
He's running point on the case.

You're the
consultant, right?

I heard good things.

Yeah, of course you did.
Who's he?

Neighbor from across the hall.

He's the one who saw the body
through the door and called 911.

Captain.

I'm gonna wait
in the hall.

Why must you
continue to act

like you've never seen
a dead body before?

You were a surgeon.
You went to medical school.

Surely, you worked on cadavers.

Right. Because that's
exactly the same thing.

Detective Bell!

You would classify this as a
robbery-homicide, would you not?

Yeah.

You would be wrong.

This was a robbery
& a homicide.

Ampersand, not dash.

There were two separate
crimes committed

by two separate perpetrators.

The trajectory of the bullet

that killed Mr. McManus
traces back to this chair.

The killer was seated
when she pulled the trigger.

She?

I can smell "T-Blossom" brand
deodorant on the leather.

It's lady's deodorant.

A woman sat here
quite recently.

None of your people,
of course.

This is an active
crime scene,

and knowing you, Captain,
they know better.

That leaves the shooter.

Go on.

The second crime, the robbery,
was committed by a man.

A very strong man judging by

the items he removed
from the apartment.

How strong does
a guy have to be

to steal a wallet
and a watch?

You're forgetting
the armoire.

Dust patterns on the wall
and the floor

tell us it stood here,

as do these scratches
on the floor.

You're nuts.

Actually, he's not.

It was a very heavy piece
of furniture, that.

And this building
has no elevator.

Are we to suppose
that the thief got it down

six flights of stairs
before the police arrived?

Of course not.

Yet the scratches on the floor
tell us

it was dragged into
the tiled hallway.

Makes me think
it never left this floor.

What do you think?

Yeah, thought so.
Across the hall you said?

You, you can't go in there.
You need a warrant.

Bureaucracy. One of the many
reasons I'm not a policeman.

Holmes, halt.

Thief.

Now all you need is your killer.

♪ Elementary 1x02 ♪
While You Were Sleeping
Original Air Date on October 4, 2012

Casey was already dead
when I found him.

I know I should've called
the cops first,

but things have been so bad
for me lately.

You know, I just...
Freakin' economy, I...

And that armoire
was an antique.

It's worth two grand
at least.

But I, I never laid
a finger on him.

No, you didn't.

You put a bullet
in his brain.

Wrong, wrong, wrong, wrong,
wrong, wrong, wrong!

What's wrong?

I'm sorry,
I don't think

I could've been much
clearer earlier.

There were two crimes,
two perpetrators.

This guy had all
of the victim's stuff.

But no gun.
Not anywhere in his apartment.

I suspect the GSR test
your people performed

will show that he hasn't fired
one of late.

Also, he isn't wearing
any deodorant,

let alone Lady's "T-Blossom."
Or hadn't you noticed?

You're the only one who could
smell anything on that chair.

The chair, right--
I'm glad you brought that up.

If, per Detective Bell's theory,
the burglar was startled

by the victim's unexpected
return, why was he sitting down?

It's a curious time
to take a load off, no?

You know what, Sherlock?

Hey, do you mind getting me
a bag of chips?

I think there's a vending
machine around the corner.

He wasn't asked
to consult here

because of his charming
personality.

Was he always like this?

I mean, back when you knew him
in Scotland Yard?

He was a pain in the ass.

But he was also
very, very good.

He said when he
introduced you last week

that you were
his, um, "personal valet"?

That's sort of like
a butler, right?

You must've been
really happy

when he relocated here
in New York.

Actually, he reached out to me

before he left London
two weeks ago.

He called you
from London?

Yeah. Said he was calling
from Heathrow. Why?

Excuse me.

Neighbor just won't cop
to the shooting.

Says he wants
a lawyer.

Smart man.

He didn't kill anyone.
He should get a lawyer.

He's also saying that
he passed a "strange woman"

on the stairwell right before
he found the victim's body.

Excellent! Did he get
a good look at her?

Yeah, he can describe
her to a T.

Probably because she's a product
of his freakin' imagination.

Obviously, he heard
Harry Potter here

say something about a female
shooter back at the scene,

and now he's trying to serve us
one on a platter.

You need to sit him
with a sketch artist.

Circulate an image
of this woman ASAP.

I'm sorry. I got to ask who's
running this investigation?

You indicated this case was important
to the morale of your men.

I think this guy's gonna have us
chasing some fictional shooter.

You really want to run the risk

of pinning the murder
on the wrong person?

Call down to headquarters
and get me a sketch artist.

But, Captain...
If he's wrong,

he's wrong, but I want
to know he's wrong.

That was impressive earlier,

noticing the photograph of the
armoire at the victim's house.

I didn't need it
to prove my point,

of course, but it helped.

You're welcome.

Um, I've got to go
meet my friend soon.

You're going to be okay
getting home by yourself?

This, uh, friend
that you're meeting--

when was the last time
you slept with him?

It's quite obvious
it's a he and an ex-lover.

You go out of your way
to avoid gender

every time
you talk about him

and you avert your gaze
every time you say "friend."

As to how I know
it's not a current lover,

your walk speaks
volumes.

My walk?

Study in Belgium showed

that a woman's
recent orgasmic history

can be discerned
from her gait.

Yours would indicate
it's been a while.

Is it sad being wrong
as often as you are right?

My advice:
sleep with him.

Do wonders
for your mood.

Ty, hey, sorry I'm late.
Oh, please.

I'm the one who should
be apologizing.

I'm the one who had
to reschedule twice.

That's true.

DA's keeping you busy?

Ah, if I don't keep
winning cases for him,

how will I ever
take his job?

Uh, how about you?

You, uh, just started
with a client last week, right?

How's it going?

Good, fine, great.

So, what is
she-- a, uh,

alcoholic, addict, both?

You know I don't talk
about my clients, right?

Oh, sorry.

Uh, I know we're not
together anymore,

but I still worry about you.

I'm fine.

The thing is, I'm not
the only one who's worried.

Oh, my God, my parents-- tell me
they didn't reach out to you.

They said you're not
returning their calls.

Yeah, well,
I don't need a lecture

every time I speak
to them, so I...

They're confused, Joan.

You used to be a surgeon.
Now you babysit drug addicts.

I know how much it hurt
when you lost that patient,

but if you're doing all this
as some kind of penance...

I am doing this because
I'm actually good at it.

I don't know why that's
so hard to understand.

Hey, I made coffee.

Thank you.

It'll be right here
when you're ready.

Didn't take my advice, I see.

Didn't sleep
with your ex.

What are you working on?

Casey McManus' preliminary
autopsy report

came in a little
while ago.

Just going through some
of the particulars.

I thought there was
only one particular--

the, uh, gunshot wound
to the head.

Victim also suffered from
endothelial corneal dystrophy.

Oh, that's a gray clouding
of the cornea.

That's a genetic disorder.

But how is that relevant?

How is it not?

Um, can we talk
about Captain Gregson?

He's married, I'm afraid,
quite happily.

You're funny.

I was talking to him
the other night,

and I wanted to know
why you didn't tell him

where you were
the last six months.

He said you called him
from Heathrow ten days ago

when I know for a fact

that you were in rehab
still in New York.

You're a highly decorated
New York City Police captain.

Would you allow a
recovering drug addict

access to sensitive cases?
I'm not saying that...

I can help him, but
only if he lets me.

Okay, you're not under...
Telling him would be

a violation of our
client-companion privilege.

I could sue.

I am not going to tell him
anything, obviously.

I just think it's sad
that you can't be honest

with a man who,
as far as I can tell,

is the closest thing
you have to a friend.

That's all.

Sherlock Holmes.

Yeah, it's Bell.

The captain gave me
your number.

Look, I can't believe
I'm saying this,

but I found the woman
from the sketch

that was generated
last night.

The one the neighbor saw leaving
Casey McManus' apartment?

Yeah, look, how fast can you get

to St. Isidora Hospital
on East 93rd?

I assume you already
got one of these?

Yeah, dark hair, mid-30s,
approximately 5'4".

Captain Gregson e-mailed me.

Where is she?
I'm getting to that.

First I'm gonna tell
you how I got here.

I was about to put the
sketch out wide last night

when one of my old
uni buddies said

Sketch Girl
looked familiar.

Well, he gave me a name,

and the name got me
to a photograph.

Yvette Ellison--
dark hair,

mid-30s.

I slipped her picture into a
photo array for the neighbor,

and he picked it out...
right away.

He said, and I quote,
"There was no doubt about it."

This was the girl he saw
on the stairs last night.

Are you going to make me guess
where she is, Detective,

or are you going
to show me?

I'm gonna show you.

Mr. Holmes, Ms. Watson,
meet Yvette Ellison.

She tried to kill herself
three days ago.

Chased a vial of sleeping pills
with a bottle of vodka.

My buddy was on the scene when
the paramedics took her away,

which is why
he recognized her.

She's been in a coma ever since.

Three days ago?

Yeah, the neighbor lied.

Made up a description
and then ID'd

one of the only people
in the city we know

couldn't have killed
Casey McManus last night,

so thanks
for the, uh, consultation,

but I think I'll take it

from here.

So Detective Bell
was right.

Is it such
a big...?

Shh.

Yvette!

What is wrong
with you?

Closed eyes do not
necessarily a coma make.

You think
she's faking?

It's T-Blossom deodorant--

the same
as in the crime scene.

What are you doing?

Looking for a syringe.

What for?

I'm going to stab it

into the softest part
of Ms. Ellison's thigh.

Lots of nerve endings there--

no one can fake their way
through that.

If you wanted to know

if she was really in a coma,

all you had to do was ask.

That's okay, but I can't
stab her in the thigh?

It's a test for pseudocoma.

When the patient's
hand is released

directly above the face,

it should strike the
face on the way down.

Easy to fake.

Yeah, well,

respiration and pupillary
response aren't,

and hers are consistent with
a patient in a comatose state.

Her coma is real.

She didn't kill
that man last night.

Can I help you?

Your patient?

She is.

Her coma is quite real.

That was a dead end.

Actually it wasn't.

Detective Bell found the right
face, but the wrong girl.

There was a book on
Yvette's nightstand.

Obviously someone's
been reading it to her.

The inscription on
the inside cover said,

"To Yvette and Rebecca
on your fifth birthday."

"Your fifth birthday," as in
the birthday you both share.

Yvette has a twin.

Yvette and Rebecca Ellison
were the only children

of Charles Ellison,
who died several months ago.

Charles Ellison-- why does
that name sound familiar?

Shipping magnate,
multimillionaire.

Two parks and a school
named after him.

According to this,
Rebecca has run

the family's charitable
trust for years.

So you think
Casey McManus' neighbor

didn't see Yvette last night,
but her sister?

I daresay
you're getting the hang

of deductive reasoning,
Watson.

Excuse me,

could you point us in the
direction of Rebecca Ellison?

I'm Rebecca Ellison.

Uh, she has dark hair,
brown eyes, freckles.

I'm sorry. I think
you might be confusing me

with my sister Yvette.

We're fraternal twins,
not identical.

She's, um,
she's not well right now.

She's in the hospital.

Is there something
I can help you with?

We're good. Thanks.

Having fun?

Can't you tell?

You're still thinking
about the case.

Obviously Yvette Ellison
didn't kill Casey McManus,

but given that his
neighbor picked her

out of a photo array,

it stands to reason
that the real killer

bears a striking resemblance.

The question is: who is she and
what did she have against Casey?

Well, is it possible
that Detective Bell was right

and that the neighbor was lying
about seeing the woman

on the stairs?

Hey, I found something in
the hall closet the other day.

Was it the zipper mask?

'Cause I swear I'm just
holding that for a friend.

It's a trophy from an old case.

Forgot I still had it.

Feel free to bin it.

Uh, I-I know it's yours

because it has "S. Holmes"
engraved under the strings.

So I used to play.
What of it?

Well, I just thought
it might be a nice addition

to your post-rehab
regimen.

Playing an instrument can
relieve a lot of stress.

You think I'm stressed?

I think... you have
a lot on your plate

and you're not going
easy on yourself

with all this work
with the police.

I don't play anymore.

Attic theory.

Playing took up too much space
in my brain, so I stopped.

That doesn't even
make any sense.

You can't unlearn something
you already know.

Five bucks says
it's the ex-boyfriend.

Answer it.

I'm not going anywhere.

Hey.
Hey.

Bad time?

Uh, not great.

Is everything okay?

Um, what's up?

I just left work and wanted
to see how you were doing.

I'm fine.

But you said
it wasn't a good time.

Well, I'm just kind of
in the middle of,

you know, something... What...

Oh, my God. What the hell?

Joan?

What is it?
Is everything okay?

Uh, Ty, I'm gonna have
to call you back.

You were right about
the stress relief.

I felt like Jimi Hendrix

for a second there.

You didn't have to do that.

Thank you, funny name that.

Noun, verb, nationality.
Stop changing subjects.

Stop mucking with my things.

I wouldn't have to muck
with your things if you would

open up to me. We're supposed
to learn about each other.

That's how
companionship works.

Good evening, Captain.

How may I help?

Uh, you can meet me in Queens.

There's been
another shooting death.

Looks like the same gun
that killed Casey McManus.

Well,
given Casey McManus' neighbor

has been in custody
since last night,

I'd say that officially
clears him of the murder,

wouldn't you?
Well, I'm big enough

to admit when I'm wrong.
Doesn't mean he didn't lie

about the neighbor
he claimed to see.

Shooter was seated again.

Any thoughts to why?

I smell the same deodorant
I smelled at the first scene.

So we know what our killer
smells like.

Too bad we can't put out an APB
on an armpit.

Sherlock?

You said
the first victim suffered

from corneal dystrophy,
didn't you?

What of it?

This medicine
is used to treat it.

News trucks are here.
Perfect.

You want to tell them
we got two victims

with no discernible link

or should I?

Actually, Captain,
the link is quite discernible.

Both victims suffered
from the same

rare genetic disorder:

clouding of the corneas.

If you ignore skin color
for the moment,

you note the, uh,

the widow's peak,
the bone structure of the face.

You tell me they don't look
the least bit familiar.

Casey McManus and this woman
were more than just linked.

They were brother and sister.

You were right about
the two victims being related.

DNA test showed that
they were half-siblings.

Uh, for what it's worth,

the genetic traits here
suggest that

the parent they had in common
was the father.

Yeah, our ME said
the same thing,

but according to interviews

with the friends
and family members,

neither knew
the other one existed.

Casey McManus' mom
had him out of wedlock.

She never told him
who his real dad was.

Ditto for Anna Webster.

Far as they knew,

they were only children.

Both shared a mystery dad.

Both were murdered
within a day of each other.

Obviously not a coincidence.

Do you think maybe

he was the one who killed them?
No.

I still think
the killer's a woman.

But identifying dad

might get us closer
to identifying her.

Surely the victims' mothers

can help on that front.

Yeah, you'd think.

Casey's mom died
in a car accident in '97.

Anna Webster's died
of cancer, 2008.

Neither are talking to anybody.

Just found this.

Anna Webster filed a complaint
a few weeks ago

about a guy she thought
was following her.

Saw him parked outside
her home one morning

and snapped a few pictures
from her window.

Now, I'm thinking

maybe that's the father
we're trying to find.

The age is right.

But there's approximately...

zero family resemblance.

Not dad, not by a long shot.

I'm pretty sure Holmes
is right on this one.

How?

Because believe it or
not, I know this guy.

Tommy Gregson,
as I live and breathe!

Ha-ha! How long
has it been, Mike,

four or five years?
Hey, Mike, how you been?

Eh, take a long around; you tell me.
Mike and I

came up together
in the department.

Then he got
all high and mighty.

He started working
for the private sector.

Became top investigator for
White Shoe & White Shoe here.

Mike, this is
Detective Bell,

Ms. Watson,
and Mr. Holmes.

Yeah,
any of you thirsty?

My girl makes
a killer espresso.

No, actually, we're
sort of on a clock.

We were hoping that

you were able
to tell us why you

were trailing this girl
two weeks ago.

Uh...

I haven't seen her before
in my life.

Mike.

Um, can't talk about it.

It has to do with a case
for one of my firm's clients.

It's protected by privilege.
Mike,

this girl got killed last night.
I know.

I saw it on the news
and I think it stinks,

and she seemed like a good kid,

but you know how it is:
rules are rules.

Mike...

Excuse me.

Sorry, could you just--
excuse me a second--

would you mind just telling me
a little bit more

about this
beautiful plant.

You work a lot of
late nights, Mr. McGee.

I can tell by your eyes, but
you know what else I can tell

is that you've turned
to methamphetamines

to stay awake and alert.

You blink excessively.
Your eyes dart.

You also lost a
great deal of weight

over the last few
months, even though

your diet's as
revolting as ever.

And the fact that your
carotid has started

jumping up and down
like a basketball

makes me think that
your stash is nearby.

It's in your desk, perhaps?

Tell us what we need
to know right now,

and I won't start
throwing your drawers open

in front of Captain Gregson
and Detective Bell.

Also, um...

when you're ready to get
your life back on track...

Hemdale Rehabilitation Facility

gets my very strongest
recommendation.

Uh, they even have a pool.

Yeah.

Uh, Tommy, uh...
since you and I

go back a ways,

I'm gonna

take this file
and put it on my desk.

I'm gonna go

hit the head.

You know, whatever
happens in here

while I'm gone,
you know... happens.

Appreciate it, Mike.
Yeah. Sure, Tommy.

Sure.

Casey McManus

and Anna Webster,

you hired your lawyers
to investigate them

several months ago-- why?

Because
you discovered

that Casey and Anna
were your half-siblings.

Your father Charles,
as successful a businessman

as he was potent a philanderer,

sired them out of wedlock
decades ago.

Paid off their mothers
to keep them quiet.

He told you and Yvette

of their existence
on his deathbed.

Now they're both dead.

Coincidence?

I suspect not.

What are you talking about?

What do you mean,
they're both dead?

What he means, Ms. Ellison,
is that you don't

have to worry about them
coming after your money anymore.

We know that Charles
left his fortune

to you and Yvette, but he failed
to include language in his will

that would exclude
his bastard children

from laying claim
to their share of it.

That made them
pretermitted heirs

in the eyes of the law,
which meant that

if they ever discovered
their father's true identity,

they'd have been able to sue

for a piece
of his considerable estate,

potentially reducing you
and your sister's inheritance

by as much as two-thirds.

That's why you hired your
lawyers to investigate them,

and that's why

I believe you killed them.

I didn't kill anyone.
Can you account

for your whereabouts
the last two nights

between the hours
of 8:00 p.m.

and 10:00 p.m.?

I-I was... at home.

I was alone.

That means no.

Maybe it's time

we took this
back to the precinct.

No.

Look, you're right about my dad.

He did tell me and my sister

about Casey and Anna
right before he died.

And yes, we knew
they could lay claim

to at least part of the estate.

It was very difficult for us.

We were very angry with him;
we couldn't believe

he would keep something
like that from us.

But he was very sick, and we...

After he died,
we went back and forth

about what we should do.

Neither of us wanted to have

to keep his secret,

but to give tens of millions

of dollars to two
virtual strangers seemed insane.

That's why we reached
out to his attorneys.

We wanted them to look
into Casey and Anna

so we could have
all the facts at our disposal.

Where they lived, perhaps;
how one might get into their homes.

No. Nothing like that.

We just wanted to know
what kind of people

they were.

But then, before we could
make any sort of decision...

Yvette went into a tailspin.

She... started seeing
a married man,

started drinking.

And then she tried
to kill herself.

The "suicide attempt," right,

'cause I'm starting to wonder
if that's what that really was.

I have to assume that
with Yvette out of the way,

you stood to inherit the Ellison
fortune in its entirety.

It wouldn't surprise
me to learn that

you found some way to compel
her to take those pills.

I would never hurt my sister.

Ms. Ellison,

if you'll come with us...

Just one thing.

Why disguise yourself as Yvette
to commit the murders?

The witness saw you
at the first scene,

but he described
your sister to a T.

I-I know that you're
a fraternal twin,

but with a wig, bit of a makeup,

you bear more than
a passing resemblance.

The question is,
why would you want to?

What was the point
of trying to frame

a woman in a coma?

You even put on her deodorant.

Master stroke,
when you think about it.

You're insane.

She really got you, huh?

Lefty. Caught me by surprise.

This one, leathery from slaps.

This one, baby's bottom.

Ty, what the hell
are you doing here?

What do you mean, what
the hell am I doing here?

Dinner, remember?
You said 6:00.

I didn't say anything. How
did you even find this place?

Your e-mail-- you said
your friend's having

a dinner party, I should come.
Ty!

Such a pleasure.

Joan's told me
so little about you.

You hacked my e-mail?

"Hack" is such an ugly word.

Joan, what's going on?

What does it look like, Ty?

It's a soiree.

Not sure about this, though.

Bit of a party foul.
Unless...

You know what?
This was a mistake.

I don't understand.
Who is that guy?

He's my...

he's my friend,
and he's a prankster,

and he brought you here
to mess with me.

So...
He's your boyfriend.

No.

Wow. Uh, not even close.

You know what? I am so sorry.
I'm gonna call you

tomorrow, okay?
I backed out of drinks with the DA

for this.
Tell your friend

he's lucky I didn't slug him.

If you ever do,
swing from the left.

Where's he going?
Was it something I said?

Invading my privacy, not okay.

Said the walking, talking

professional invasion
of privacy.

I am here to work with you.

I thought you
understood that by now.

I'm sorry, wasn't it you
that said we were

supposed to be learning more
about each other?

That's how companionship
works, is it not?

Is this because
of the violin yesterday?

Because I think
you made your point

when you set it on fire!

Well, I haven't made my point

unless you've absorbed it.

Friendship
is not a requirement

of cohabitation.

I'll keep my secrets;
you keep yours.

Provided I'm still sober
in five weeks,

we'll go our separate ways, hmm?

Holmes.

It's Captain Gregson.
Just thought you should know

we're letting
Rebecca Ellison go.

What?

Searches of
her home and business

didn't turn up anything

and security cameras
at her apartment

confirm she was there
at the time of each murder

just like she said she was.

She enters before 7:00
both nights

and doesn't leave
until the next morning.

She didn't kill Casey McManus
or Anna Webster.

u guys know being up here
is, uh, it's a big step,

and part of me is...

I can't believe

that with everything
we have to do,

you have dragged me to
another addict festival.

We have nowhere else to be
for the next 45 minutes

but here at this meeting.

She tricked them.

I don't know how yet,
but she tricked them.

Rebecca Ellison.

I still think
she's the one

that murdered Casey McManus
and Anna Webster.

Hmm? Would you rather I put
myself in another trance?

I already thought of that.

Got it off the board over there.

You even think
about zoning out,

it goes into the softest part
of your thigh.

Lots of nerve endings there.

You wouldn't dare.

Who'd like to go next?

My name is Elaine,
and I'm an addict.

Hi, Elaine.

I am exactly

360 days sober.

Five more, and I hit
my one-year mark.

I know I-I should be proud.

I know I should be excited,
but I can't be.

Because I'm not the only one

whose life was ruined
by my addiction.

My drug was...

I'm playing
the violin again.

The world's smallest.

Well, I thought
you'd be happy.

Which is why I decided
to latch on to a doctor instead.

I met this great guy,

Steven, a GP,

and I acted like I was
all into him, you know?

He was married.

He had three
beautiful daughters.

But I didn't care about that.

All I cared about was me
and what I needed.

When we were together, it was
like I didn't even see him.

All I saw were the drugs.

And eventually, his wife
found out and called the police,

and...

even though I was the one
who started it all,

he was the one who went to jail.

You see, he had taken an oath.

He promised to do no harm.

But what about the harm
I did to him?

We have to leave.
What?

You know you're required by your
father to attend these meetings.

I just had a breakthrough
regarding the investigation,

and you want me to sit in a room
and tell stories like a child.

You don't think I know
you'd say anything

to get out of these meetings?

If you think these matter,

then fine, tomorrow
I'll go to two, or ten,

but right now I have
a killer to stop.

Tell me what your breakthrough is.
What?

You said you had some sort
of breakthrough-- what is it?

Now, look, there isn't
time for this!

We need to find out where
Rebecca Ellison is right now.

You said earlier
we don't need

to be friends,
and you're right.

But we do need
to trust each other.

Tell me what's going on,
and I will try and help you.

Don't, and I will be
the opposite of help.

"For I consider brains

"far superior to money
in every way.

You may have noticed
that if one..."

Murderer!

You may have
fooled the police.

You didn't fool me.

I know that you're the one

who killed Casey McManus
and Anna Webster.

Get out. Right now.
Nurse!

The surveillance cameras
in your building.

The ones that support
your so-called "alibi."

- You tampered with them somehow.
- What's going on in here?

I'm on to you, Ms. Ellison.
Matter of fact,

I'm way ahead of you.

I know all about the third
pretermitted heir.

What?
Daddy's third bastard.

I figured out who she is.

Mary Margaret Phelps.
80-33 West Tremont, Morris Heights.

Don't pretend like you
don't already know.

You're not that good an actress.
Holmes, back away.

When I couldn't talk you
out of coming,

I texted him.
Yes, that's right.

The opposite of help.
Thank you.

You know what?
It doesn't matter

because as of tonight,

Mary Margaret has
her own personal bodyguard.

Me. I'll be watching her
24/7,

and I won't let you
anywhere near her.

That's enough.
Get off!

Okay.

That's it. Come on.

You just assaulted
a police officer,

which means you

get to spend the night
in jail. Let's go.

You haven't seen the last
of me, Ms. Ellison.

Not by a long shot.

I will not let you hurt the third heir!
Excuse me.

Do you understand me?
I will not let you hurt her!

Let's go.

Put the gun down, Ms. Ellison.

Or do you prefer Yvette?

I don't understand.

She was in a coma.

Now she's fine?

It wasn't a
regular coma.

It was medically induced
by her doctor.

He put her in and
brought her out as needed.

To kill Casey and Anna.

I don't understand.
Why would he...

Because he was
the married man

with whom
she was having an affair.

Obviously, she never
introduced you.

Because he was also
part of her plan

to protect her money from her
father's illegitimate children.

When I met him
the other day,

I noticed a pale stripe
of skin on his finger.

Clearly, he'd recently stopped
wearing his wedding band.

Didn't think anything
of it in the moment,

but then at a, um,

a gathering I attended

this evening,
I heard the story

of a woman
who seduced her doctor

to take advantage
of his medical expertise.

And it got me thinking

about you and your sister's
predicament.

Two heiresses learn
of the existence

of two half-siblings days before

they're set to receive their
rather massive inheritance.

One has a big heart,

the other...
Hmm.

Big heart wants to share.

Get to know these people.

Welcome them as family,

and share with them
her many blessings.

Little heart would
rather see them dead.

Problem is she knows

that only she and
one other person, her sister,

have motive to kill them.

She also knows that this motive,

in time, could easily
be traced back to her.

So what does she do?
She finds herself

an alibi that is
beyond reproach.

She enlists the help
of someone with the knowledge

and the expertise

to not only help her
stage a suicide attempt,

but ease her into a coma.

Yvette's doctor was arrested
a little while ago.

He confessed to giving
her barbiturates

to keep her unconscious,
not only to trick

the machines
that monitored her,

but also anyone who would want
to examine her

when he wasn't around.

Hmm. It wasn't a perfect
plan, of course.

Between the drugs
and the atrophied muscles,

she was quite weak.

That's why she was seated

when she shot Casey and Anna.

Because, in the moment,
it was too difficult to stand.

I never told you that I wanted
to share the money

and Yvette didn't.

How did you know?

Why else would she go
to these lengths?

And what about the third heir?

The one whose house
Yvette broke into.

Is she okay?
She's fine.

In that she never existed.

I, I made her up.

What you saw
at the hospital,

none of it was real.

It was a trap.

I made a commotion to draw

Yvette's doctor in.

I announced the name and address
of the heir.

Mary Margaret Phelps,
80-33 West Tremont,

so that he'd have them.

I then "assaulted"

Detective Bell

so the good doctor
would think that I,

the only apparent threat
to his and Yvette's plan,

was in jail for the night,
allowing them

a very crucial window
of opportunity.

And they took it.

Because even though

neither of them
had even heard

of the third heir
before tonight,

they couldn't
take any chances.

As for the woman Yvette
trailed to her home...

she's an officer here
at the precinct.

I have to contact
our attorneys.

I need to see if
they can help her.

I know what she did

is unforgivable,

but she is still my sister.
There were only

two pretermitted heirs,
Ms. Ellison.

Yvette killed
the second one yesterday.

So tell me:

Why was she still
in a coma today?

Why didn't she miraculously
wake up this morning?

Who did she have
left to kill?

Do you think, perhaps,
it was someone who stood

between her and the entirety

of the family fortune?

You mind that big heart,
Ms. Ellison.

It'll beat longer.

You taking off?

Case is closed,
is it not?

It is.

Which is why you should come
join us for drinks in a bit.

Bell here is buying.

I'm under orders.

That said, I, uh,

appreciate the help
you gave us.

So what do you say?

Drinks?

In about an hour?

Another time, perhaps.

All right.

More malodorous takeout.
How wonderful.

What is this?
Five nights in a row?

It's Mediterranean.
I hope you like garlic.

You'd think
that for what

my father is paying you,
you'd learn to cook.

What?
You want to talk

about what happened in
the support meeting tonight?

Something happened?

You listened.
You let

someone else's
natterings penetrate

that attic you call a skull

and it helped you
catch a killer.

You want a thank you?
Fine. Thank you.

Do you you close
yourself off to people

and deny yourself things that
might bring you pleasure...

not because it makes you
a better investigator,

but because it's
some sort of penance?

Penance?

For what happened in London.

Being addicted.

I don't know.
I guess it just occurred to me

that it might be something

that someone might do
and not even know it.

Well, you always know it,
Watson.

If you didn't,

it wouldn't be penance.

♪ Take ♪

♪ My hand ♪

♪ If it gets you through,
then it's all right ♪

♪ Take my hand ♪

♪ But if you're... golden ♪

♪ Then it's
with a sense of regret... ♪

♪ Then you'll never know ♪

♪ How it feels ♪

♪ To have hope ♪

♪ To have hope...♪