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Previously on Elementary...

The headaches are getting worse?

And more frequent.
They're interfering with

my focus, my sleep,
my existence.

You have to ask yourself--
do you want to get by,

or do you want to get better?
If you want to get by,

we can try some different
medications,

but if you want
to get better,

the best option
is a very long vacation.

There have been no new leads

in the disappearance
of Polly Kenner.

Hannah came
to see me last night.

She told me she's an alcoholic.

I guess she's on
whatever step it is

where you tell your dad.

There's a guy outside.
Says he's looking

for the owner of a parked car
that he just hit.

Hey. You Hannah?

Afraid so.

Watson?

How's the headache?

No, nothing helps.

I was just about to submit
and hope that a long rest helps.

That's not why you called,
is it?

No. Hannah Gregson
just found her roommate

strangled in her house.

I got to call Maddie's parents.

They were gonna come down
next month for her birthday.

It's all right.

We got people
notifying the family.

Can you think of anybody

that would've wanted
to hurt Maddie?

She was a
third-grade teacher

and about the nicest
person I ever met.

- Any men in her life?
- No, not that I know of.

Uh, her boyfriend
moved to Argentina

a couple months ago.
She took it pretty hard.

I don't think she'd even been
on a date since he left.

This doesn't make sense.

Right.
Uh, anything out of the ordinary

when you came home?

Anything out of place?
Anything?

When I saw her,

like, the second
before I realized...

I thought it was weird.

The way she was sitting,
like... like she was posed.

Nothing about her
looked right.

I-I don't know how
to describe it.

Are we getting
anything from inside?

No signs of forced entry.

Nothing valuable
looks to be missing.

CSU's still working,
but I'm not getting my hopes up.

All the chatter's about how
careful this guy must've been.

All right. I want you to stay
with Paige and me tonight.

- All right?
- Yeah.

You're still
right where I left you.

I thought you'd be
in her room by now.

I was, but I came back.

- Why?
- Her clothes.

This blouse, expensive.

These dress pants,
they're cheap.

Loose.

The shoes, strange, they're...
they're out of fashion.

Jewelry is mismatched, too.

You think the killer
dressed her.

We can check with Hannah,

but I've been inside
this woman's closet,

and I don't think anything
she's wearing belonged to her.

If the killer
brought the outfit,

what's the significance?

It's not overtly sexual

or flattering.

I don't think he dressed her
for himself.

I think he dressed her for us.

There's dried blood
on these pants.

But it's old.
It's not from anything

that happened tonight.

And look.

This dark hair

on her shoulder--
what's that doing

on a blonde woman?

Look.

Pinpricks of blood
behind her earlobes.

These amethyst studs
were forced through postmortem.

She didn't have pierced ears.

No, but the killer
was determined

to get the earrings on.

He wouldn't settle
for an incomplete picture.

She's not been dressed;
she's been decorated.

And every ornament matters.

You think everything
she's wearing

was taken from other women?

Not just other women.

Other murder victims.

If I'm right,
this is not just a homicide.

This is a serial killer
announcing himself.

♪ Elementary 6x07 ♪
Sober Companion
Original Air Date on June 11, 2018

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@elder_man

For the last five years,
a serial killer

has been preying
on women in New York,

in Pennsylvania and New Jersey.

You've all been trying
to find him.

You just didn't know it.

Trenton and Allentown
saw multiple women

go missing in 2014 and
2016 respectively.

Nobody seemed to think
that these disappearances

were orchestrated
by the same person.

Uh, what makes you think
they are?

He told us.

Last night
Maddie Williams

was strangled at her
home in Brooklyn.

She was found dressed in ten

individual garments
and pieces of jewelry,

and they all seemed to have come
from missing women.

All the women

on this top line,
we either have a DNA match

or a photo from social media

where they're seen
wearing something

Ms. Williams had on.

We're still trying
to determine

where the belt,
earrings and watch came from.

It's possible
there's more victims out there.

So, why the
coming-out party?

Is he planning
on picking up the pace?

It's not unusual for serials
to seek police attention.

Zodiac, Son of Sam,
they wrote letters.

This might just be his way
of waving at us.

But my gut tells me
we better buckle up for more.

Well, I've been on this
three years.

I need to see
the crime lab reports,

'cause I can't do anything else
with what I've got.

You're gonna get all of it.

We're gonna share,
and we're gonna share alike.

But let's be clear--
this office is running point.

This guy
is active here, now.

Your bosses, the FBI,
we all agree.

We're all pulling together
on this.

So we'll start
with the obvious.

Does anyone have a prime suspect
in any of these disappearances?

- How'd it go?
- Well, we had nothing.

Now we have seven
times as much nothing.

Well, we've got something.

Just to be thorough,
we had the lab

check all the DNA samples

against closed cases--
not just open ones--

and we got a hit on the strap

from the watch
Ms. Williams was wearing.

It belonged to
Ashley Jenkins.

She was killed in
East Rutherford five years ago.

She never went missing.

She was found strangled
in her home like Maddie.

The case was closed?

Police in New Jersey
collared her husband, Graham.

A jury convicted him.

He's in prison?

Has been for four
and a half years.

Mrs. Jenkins would be one of our
killer's first victims.

And I think he might have made
a rookie mistake, too.

There's reason to believe
he got caught in the act.

- What do you mean?
- At the trial,

Graham Jenkins said he came
home and found his wife's body.

There was plastic tubing
around her neck--

again, like Maddie Williams.

He said he saw a man
running out the back door

just as he was walking in.

- He got a look at our guy?
- Sounds like it.

But no one was interested
in his story.

- I am.
- All right.

Why don't you guys see if
you can find out whose belt

and earrings
Ms. Williams had on.

You and I are going
to New Jersey.

It's time someone
finally listened

to what Graham
Jenkins has to say.

How's Hannah?

She didn't get
much sleep last night.

Paige is looking
after her.

She's a tough kid.

Puts on a brave
face, but...

You're not fooled.

Events like this
can be a trigger.

Yeah.

It'd be a good idea
if she went to a meeting.

How's your recovery going?

Your other one.

- You don't look so good.
- Oh. Uh...

I've been dealing
with a headache

since yesterday,
but I'm fine.

What?

Someone told me once,

don't be fooled
by a brave face.

Captain Gregson?

That's... Yeah.

The tubing.
That's the same thing

that was wrapped
around Ashley's neck.

We read the transcripts

from your trial,
Mr. Jenkins.

Is there anything
else you can tell us

about what the
guy looked like--

the guy who ran
from your house?

No. Just...

He was tall and white.

I think.

You're not sure?

I think about it
all the time.

I... don't want
to, but I do.

I live that moment
over and over.

When I'm asleep,
I dream about it.

Sometimes he's
tall and white.

A lot of times, he's not.

It's different.

At this point,
I just don't know.

The fact that this woman
was killed the same way--

do you think that might be
enough to reopen my case?

There's more than the M.O.

That's Ashley's.

Where did you get that?

Ms. Williams was wearing it.

Mr. Jenkins,

we're going to contact
your lawyer, we're going to

contact the state's attorney,
and tell them what we know.

And then we're gonna find
the man who killed your wife.

There's something else
you should know.

He-he wrote to me.

The killer-- he
wrote me a letter.

When was this?

Uh, two years ago.

He didn't sign it, of course,
but it was from him.

It said, “You were never meant
to take the fall.

Sorry about that.”

- That's all it said.
- You still have it?

My lawyer does.

He tried to get me a new trial,

but they said
it's not proof of anything.

They said I need proof.

Then we'll find some.

They're ours.
No question about it.

They're also really tiny.

I can't believe
you tracked these

all the way back to my store.

Yeah, it wasn't easy.

We're hoping it'll be worth it.

We want to identify everyone

who ever bought a pair of those.

You said you're
investigating a homicide?

Is it the serial killer thing
I saw on the news?

Did these belong to
someone he killed?

All we can say at the moment

is that the case
is very important.

That's why we want everything
you've got

on your customers,
all your sales records.

Yeah, I-I wish I could help,
but we're pretty Stone Age here.

This is, like, my
personal computer.

We don't have a great
inventory system

or a way to track
repeat customers or anything.

You do take
credit cards, though.

Those records might have

the kind of information
we're looking for.

You're welcome
to everything we've got.

But a lot of our sales
are cash, and...

those...

they're a mess.

On the plus side, I've
only got two employees.

You should talk to them.

They both worked here
when we sold those earrings.

They might remember something.

Here.

They might remember
all the people

who ever bought these earrings?

Well, we only sold like
six pair, and they went quick.

I got them from this really cool
designer up in Albany.

We got them in...

it was last Thanksgiving.

I remember because
I wanted the designer

to make more
for the holiday rush,

but she was too busy.

I don't suppose you still have

the security footage
from back then?

I don't have anything
from last week.

We reuse the tapes
to save money.

Sorry.

You've been busy.

Decorating. Not deducing.

I had hoped
that one of these

mundane horror stories
would provide a handhold,

but so far
all I've encountered

is subpar paperwork.

There's been one
promising oddity.

“You were never meant
to take the fall.

Sorry about that.”

Graham Jenkins
received it in prison.

He believes it's from the man
who killed his wife.

Of course, it
wasn't signed,

and it was
so woefully mishandled

that there's no chance
of forensic analysis

revealing the author's identity.

If it is genuine,

if the killer did send it,

it was likely
to torment Mr. Jenkins.

What intrigued me
was the postmark.

It was sent from Vietnam.

There's nothing here to suggest
a South Asian connection,

but I could be
just missing it.

Do you have any better
reason for optimism?

Not really.

The belt that Maddie was wearing

came from a homeless woman
in Hoboken.

So far, his victim profile
includes prostitutes, teachers,

addicts, college students.

This man
does not discriminate.

It suggests that killing
is more about sport

than it is a rage
against a certain type.

There wasn't even
an open police file on this.

Just some
social worker's report.

Probably a dead end.

Any progress with
the earrings?

Um, they came from
a little shop in Williamsburg.

The owner wasn't much help,
but I pulled security footage

from a bank down the block
that had exterior cameras.

It's a long shot,
but if the earrings

were not a gift,
and if she walked past the bank,

we may be able to use
facial recognition software

to run the footage
against missing persons cases.

So we could end up
with another thin file

of stale police work to
pointlessly put on my walls.

There has got to be
a pattern here somewhere.

I just don't know if we're
going to find it tonight.

When's the last time you slept?

Night before last.

And that headache
you've been fighting?

That's worse.

Unrelated, I'm sure.

I'll rest when
I find this man.

I want to find him, too,
but we have to pace ourselves.

I'll retire to my sensory
deprivation chamber

for one hour-- that's it.

I'll go through the footage.

If anything jumps out,
I'll come and get you.

You're wearing
the same clothes.

You never did get
into the tank, did you?

Instead,

you came up here to scrub
through security footage

on these monitors,
which we both know

is bad for your PCS.

- I found her.
- Who?

The woman who bought
the earrings.

I don't see a bag
from the jewelry store.

It must be in her purse or
her pocket, because that's her.

How can you be sure?

Because I've
seen her before.

So have you.

Her name is
Polly Kenner.

Michael asked me to look into
her disappearance last month.

I thought she'd run away.

I was wrong.

Hi. What are you
doing here?

We have to talk.

Okay. Come on in.

I should begin
with an apology.

For what? Not returning a text?

No. I, um...
I'm here about the, uh...

the case you asked me
to look into:

the disappearance
of Polly Kenner.

I should have paid it
closer attention.

There's been a development.

What's up?

Too early to say
for certain,

but I think
she might be dead.

What?

What do you mean, you think?

A woman was murdered
two nights ago in Brooklyn.

She, um...

she was dressed in clothing

taken from several
different missing women,

including one known
murder victim.

And the earrings that she
was wearing were Polly's.

Do you have any idea who did it?

No, not yet.

As I said...
I'm, uh...

sorry that I dismissed
your, uh... your earlier worries

that something like this
might have happened.

And I know it's late in coming,

but this case has
my undivided attention now,

and I will find
whoever's responsible.

Can you just, um, keep me posted
on how it's going?

Of course.

You have my word.

So?

Yeah, he did it.

Not a doubt in my mind.

Sherlock was looking
for this woman last month.

And the guy he thinks
killed her, he's a friend?

No. Michael is someone he
just knows from the program.

Well, this guy, he knows
Sherlock works for the police,

'cause Sherlock talked
about it at meetings.

He dangled this stuff
under Sherlock's nose,

only Sherlock doesn't bite.

So, the next time he strikes,
he does it closer to home.

He murders
my daughter's roommate

to make sure he's got
our attention.

Is that about

the long
and short of it?

We think he must have dug
into Sherlock's life

until he found someone
he was drawn to.

Guy must be a hell of an actor
to fool your partner like that.

We think he fooled
a lot of people,

including police
in three different states.

The important thing now
is that we're onto him.

If we want to lock this guy up,
we're gonna need a lot more.

Asking a detective to look
into the disappearance

of someone he claimed
was a friend

doesn't prove anything.

Probably makes him
look less guilty.

Sherlock's at
home right now.

He's calling everyone
he knows in the program.

If Michael has spoken
to any of them,

confessed any urges, we
might get some traction.

Marcus in the loop yet?

He's sifting through the files.

He's trying to make connections.

So far, this is all
we've got on Michael.

This guy drives a GTI?

Yeah.

Why?

We got to talk to Hannah
right now.

That's the guy that hit my car.

It was parked on the street

in front of my place.
He clipped it.

Hannah called me, asked me
if I had a repair guy I liked.

She said the car
that hit hers was a GTI.

Maddie saw him leaving

a note on my windshield.

She talked to him.

You're sure?

We exchanged
insurance information.

He texted me the next day.

Offered to pay for the repairs
out of pocket, and...

and then he asked me out.

He what?

It was just supposed
to be coffee, but...

that's where I was
when Maddie...

I went to meet him.

But he texted me, and he
told me he couldn't make it.

That must have been
when he was at the house.

Oh, you-you didn't know.

I mean, sweetie,
you couldn't have known.

What if I call him?

Ask him for another date?
I could wear a wire,

see if I can get him
to say anything.

To tell you the truth, Hannah,

we already have someone
who's close to him.

Who?

It's a long story,

but keeping it
need-to-know for right now.

And Joan is right.
We've already got our in.

If we decide we need
something more,

you'll be
the first to know.

Can you excuse us
for a few minutes?

So, you think
Hannah's positive I.D.

will get us a warrant
so we can look into Michael?

Oh, it's enough to make me want

to murder the guy,
but get a warrant?

He shopped the Kenner case
to Sherlock,

and then he started circling
Maddie and Hannah.

He has a clean record,
a good job,

no demonstrable
connection

to the ten other open
cases out there.

I'll try to find
a friendly judge,

but I'm telling you right now,
we're gonna need more.

You're decorating again?

Wallpaper's a little better.

So, none of our mutual
acquaintances in recovery

had a harsh word
to say about Michael.

So I sought out
his financials,

as well as his cell phone
and Internet metadata,

for the last ten years.

I know for a fact that we
haven't gotten a warrant yet,

so where did that come from?

Our hacker friends at Everyone.

They may be
a loose coalition

of basement-dwelling anarchists,
but they're

no fans of serial killers.

Would you like to know
what it cost?

Oh, God.

Do I have to shave
your head again?

Nothing.

They forewent my
ritual humiliation

and provided this gratis.

It was almost enough
to restore my faith in humanity.

Give me the highlights.

Michael was on
a business trip to Da Nang

the same month
that Graham Jenkins

received a letter of apology
from Vietnam.

I see that you circled a lot of
his credit card activity here.

Those transactions correspond
to dates and towns

where women went missing.

You know, I would feel
a lot more optimistic about this

if you had not obtained
all of this illegally.

Even if I hadn't,
matching his travel itinerary

to the crimes
would not be enough.

That's just
intellectual onanism--

stroking our own
suspicions

without actually
nailing him to the wall.

And yet...

We know the proof
we need exists.

He keeps trophies
from his victims.

And I doubt he used
all of his stash

to dress up Maddie Williams.

If you could briefly set aside

your objections
to extrajudicial searches,

perhaps we can go find the rest.

You said that Michael
goes to the gym every night.

It's been two hours, and his car
is still parked outside.

Your headache's back?

Mmm.

Did you bring your
gabapentin with you?

I did not.

Okay. I'm gonna
take you home.

We're gonna get some.

No, Watson.

No, this is a bad idea.

You look like
you're dying.

There isn't any
at home, either.

Your scrip was
for 90 days.

You threw it out.

It was affecting my work.

And your headaches aren't?

Listen.

This man...

this man caught me
in a moment of weakness.

And since then, I've sat
across tables from him.

I've been
to meetings with him.

He's been to our home.

I am not going to let him
take another life.

Fine. You want to see
this thing through?

There's a pharmacy
around the corner.

I'm going to go
fill your scrip.

You're going back

on gabapentin tonight.

I'll be back in ten minutes.

I thought she
would never leave.

I can't take
your call at the moment,

so please leave a message.

You're awake.

What'd you do to me?

I didn't do anything.

So, why am I
in a hospital?

You were in the car.
You lunged at me.

You passed out.
You're in bad shape.

You're better now.

Take it easy.

If you hurt Watson...

She's fine.
I didn't even come up

to the car
until she had walked away.

She kept texting
you, so...

I finally replied with one:

“All is well.
Be in touch soon”.

So, I lost consciousness,
so you drove me here?

Sherlock... you
have to believe me.

When I asked you to look into
Polly Kenner, I meant it.

I thought it would
do you good.

And what about the dozen or so

other women
that came before her?

They for my benefit
as well, were they?

No.

They were for mine.

You could say you
had a hand in it,

but for a long time,
I've had these urges.

Things that I knew
were wrong.

Things that I
knew were bad.

But it hurt not to do them.

That's how I became
a heroin addict.

And that was worse--
much worse.

So I joined the program.

The rest is like
I told you.

One night I was at a meeting,
and I heard you share.

And I began to focus on my work,

use it to stay clean.

I just never told you
what my work was.

You know, it's funny.

You may be the only person

who can really understand
that...

it's not the work that
motivates you to stay clean.

Like, when you kick heroin,
you wonder

if you'll ever have
that feeling again.

You know,
that... itch

that you can't
wait to scratch.

That's what those women
were for me.

That's what they gave me back.

And it worked.

For a while.

Not anymore?

Getting away with murder
is an incredible feeling.

But it got easy.

A few months back,
I began to want to use again,

so I figured I needed
to up the stakes.

So, is that where I come in?

You actually called me.

I had my hands full with Polly.

You just popped
up on my phone,

and it clicked.

We could help each other.

If you really want
to test yourself,

why don't you tell me
where you disposed of her?

We can see how well
you covered your tracks.

No, you-you're
not getting it.

This isn't about the work that
got me through in the past.

I need this now, Sherlock.

So do you.

I mean, you've
been struggling,

obviously, and I...
I know you've

been thinking
about using lately.

We may be
completely different people,

but we share one very big thing
in common.

Please take care
of yourself.

We need each other.

You should go lie down.
Try and sleep.

I think I've been
unconscious enough for one day.

You were abducted
by a serial killer.

You're lucky to be alive.

Actually, according to your
medical chart, you barely are.

You'd be strapped to a hospital
bed in St. Bede's right now

if I didn't know their head
of internal medicine.

I understand that, but I...

Your blood pressure
and heart rate are way up.

Your cortisol levels
are awful.

You're not just
suffering from PCS.

This is clinical fatigue now.

- I told you what Michael said.
- He thinks he's playing

some kind of game with you.
I don't even

know why you're engaging
with him.

Listen, you're making
terrible decisions right now

because you're not
thinking clearly.

But I am, and I'm telling you--

you have to get better
to be better.

You're right about all that.

But Michael didn't just tell me
why he was doing

what he's doing.
He also said

that I was on the phone with him

when he had his hands full
with Polly Kenner.

It was a slip.

He's given us something
to work with.

So help me finish this.

And, finally, D3-A25,

A6-1B6.

Are you sure?

Even in my present state,
I'm able

to recognize my own phone number
and read out loud.

Then this one's weird.

It was the first call
between you and Michael?

I don't recall the date,

but unless his metadata's
been manipulated,

that's correct.

The cell tower
that connected you

on Michael's end was
out in Willowbrook.

Polly Kenner didn't work out
in Staten Island, did she?

No. When I looked
into her disappearance,

her entire existence
revolved around

a ten-block area in Greenpoint.

Then I guess this one
is probably not related.

Again, he said he had

his hands full
with Polly Kenner when I called.

This is the only time we spoke

when he wasn't
in a dense, urban area.

What if he was in these woods,
burying her?

One cell tower

is not enough to triangulate
his precise position.

I've been
in the man's office.

I can tell you
that each of these calls

is routed near a
construction project

his firm is working on.

You really think he'd pick
a spot he could be linked to?

Where would you bury
a dead body?

Somewhere you've never
been before

or somewhere you knew
you wouldn't be disturbed?

Hey, can I help you, fellas?

You the boss here?

Captain Gregson, NYPD.

Tell the guys to knock it off
with the saw.

You're spooking the dogs.
Hey, Terry.

Listen, whatever
this is,

my crew's a good bunch.

I mean, I'm not sure
everybody's got

their I's dotted
on their paperwork...

This isn't anything like that.

Why you got dogs on my job site?

Your guys aren't the only people
who have access to this place.

Or to these woods.

Come on.

Do me a favor.
Stick around, all right?

Everything from here to the
expressway is in bounds.

So go slow. Let's
take it east to west.

Got something.

That didn't take long.

You gotta be kidding me.

I want this whole
area processed.

He was here.

They didn't find
any fingerprints?

There weren't any.

Whoever buried it
wiped it clean.

And CSU didn't collect
any DNA samples?

We took home
plenty of dirt.

The lab's gonna run
some tests,

but I'm not getting
my hopes up.

You could see where the guy
raked up all his footprints.

He was at the site
pretty recently,

but I doubt
we'll ever know

if Polly Kenner
was really buried there.

Something spooked
those dogs.

They're not trained to
react to lunch meat.

Could've been a dead animal.

Or it was where he buried
all of the missing women.

The point is we were invited
to that spot.

Invited?

The mannequin suggests
that his remark

wasn't a slip
of the tongue after all,

but he wanted us to find it.

Why? Just to taunt you?

Actually, I think it was meant
to encourage us.

It's no fun for him
if there aren't bloodhounds--

literal and figurative--

on his trail.

So he got what he wanted.

What do you think
he wants to do next?

No idea.

Where are you going?

Going home. I'm spent.

You should stay.
There's probably a dozen angles

I can't think of right now
that should be considered.

We'll pull traffic cam footage
near the construction site.

Maybe we'll get a sense of where

he was headed
when he moved the body.

Well, if you find something, or
if the crime lab surprises us...

I'll let you know.

Uh, hold on. I'll find
someone to take you home.

Oh, I'll be fine,
thank you very much.

I'll get a taxi.

I'll sleep well knowing
that you're on the case.

♪ Uh ♪

♪ Come on ♪

♪ Uh ♪

♪ Uh ♪

♪ Come on... ♪

It's been a while.

Yeah.

But I'm not here
to reminisce.

Hmm.

I heard you're working
for the police now.

I consult.

You work for them.

Fine. I'll-I'll go to Yevgeny.

He doesn't change.

You still don't have
sense of humor.

That's all that $2,000 buys?

It's all it buys you.

You let me know if
you find someone

willing to offer
a police discount for heroin.

Don't be such a stranger.

Come back and see us.

Soon.

Crime lab finished processing
everything from the grave site.

They got nothing.

No animal remains?
Unidentified fibers?

We knew he wiped the mannequin
down with rubbing alcohol.

Now, soil analysis tells us

he poured the stuff
over every inch of dirt

that might have had
a clue buried in it.

I was hoping the mass spec
would tell us

something interesting about

the paint he used
for these eyes.

Off the shelf.

Not color-matched.
Buy it anywhere.

Where's your discard pile?

That would be
the whole table.

This case
is just different.

The main reason he kills
is to get away with it,

so premeditation
is the whole point.

We're just gonna have
to watch and catch him when

he's making his next move,
because this guy

just does not leave
any evidence behind.

Well, that's gonna be tough.

Judge just denied our request
for an eavesdropping warrant

and a video
surveillance warrant.

What about everything
that Sherlock heard?

Judge said she wouldn't consider
hearsay evidence

because Sherlock
was hospitalized

with neurological issues.

The only bit of good news
I can tell you

is Graham Jenkins
is gonna be released.

I just talked to the
D.A. out in Trenton.

They're filing paperwork
tomorrow.

Everything okay?

I don't know.
It's Sherlock.

I should go.

Joan.

Get some sleep yourself.

Go.

Okay.

What's going on?

Are you okay?

I wouldn't say so, no.

What is that?

It's heroin.

Bought some after I
left the precinct.

I was going to tell you, but
I didn't think you'd approve.

You can relax. It's not for me.

It's for him.

You're thinking
about dosing Michael.

It is a rare advantage
to know a killer's mind.

To know his greatest weakness.

A little taste should do it.

Do what?

Unmoor him.

He thinks he knows sobriety.

What it takes to achieve
it, maintain it.

He doesn't.

He's played a
neat game so far,

but this...

this will knock him
off his stride.

If you think
I'm not aware

how repulsive my plan is--

weaponizing heroin
to undo a fellow addict--

I assure you, I am.

But I feel I have little choice.

He would taste it
in most liquids.

We could maybe mix it
with some condiments...

No, I'm not asking
you to help.

You've taken
the Hippocratic oath.

I know that.

I also know that he's
murdered 14 women

and we can't prove it.

So, if this is what
we have to do to stop him,

I'm fine with it.

He's not home.

You hope.

We've sent two different
messengers to his door.

How much more certain
we gonna be if we send a third?

- I'm gonna go in the back.
- No, no. I will.

Even half asleep,
I'm twice as fast

with a dead bolt
as you are.

Yeah, but I'm the one
with 20 grams of heroin

in my purse, so... if
you think I'm gonna

leave that with you,
you can think again.

You be the lookout.

And, you know, try and
look out this time.

Hello?

You can tell your partner

she can waste as much time
in there as she wants,

but she's not going to find
anything.

I've already left New York.

Where are you?

Come on.

I wouldn't be doing
either of us any favors

if I made life that easy.

You've got a very
wrongheaded conception of what

constitutes a favor.

But that's okay,
'cause I'll find you anywhere.

It's funny.

You sound better already.

You're not fooling me.

Oh, no?

Yeah, I saw you in that
hospital bed the other night.

I know the truth.

You need time.

And as it turns out,
I can give it to you.

In fact, I am giving it to you.

So, what does that mean?

That means these past few days

have been exactly
what I hoped for.

I-I feel like myself again.

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

I'll be back.

I want to give you time
to get better.

But while I'm away, you have
my word I won't hurt anyone.

'Cause your word means
so much to me.

I'm your friend, Sherlock.

I'll never lie to you.

You're going to die in prison.

♪ Forgive me, Father,
for I have seen ♪

♪ So much pain and suffering ♪

♪ Is there any hope for me? ♪

♪ Oh... ♪

My car's here.

You have refills
for all your medications?

They have pharmacies
in Vermont.

I'm sorry.

Leaving you to deal
with this on your own.

Taking a break
from everything is smart.

It's what your doctor wanted.

Besides, we have
no shortage of people

looking into Michael now.

Every move he made.
We'll close this.

You'll be back soon enough.
You'll be better.

Don't make a habit of that
while I'm gone.

What?

Wishful thinking.

Call me when you get there.

♪ Walking in the daylight ♪

♪ Oh... ♪

♪ I saw a devil ♪

♪ A devil in the daylight ♪
♪ Oh... ♪

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