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Previously on Elementary...

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

Mr. Johnson, I presume?

Call me Shinwell.

So, a former drug dealer,
correct?

Former drug user.

- You're sleeping.
- Hmm?

You never sleep.
Are you okay?

Whatever excuse you have,
it isn't good enough.

It hasn't been good enough
for weeks.

- I forgot.
- You forgot? You?!

Are you kidding me?!

Tell me where you are.

I'm close, Sherlock.

Sorry about
last night.

You really didn't do anything.
It was me.

You're not well.

Why do you look like my mother?

I'm the part of you
that wants to get better.

Mr. Holmes?

I'm ready for you now.

We've talked about this.

You don't get to go on the ride
till it's your turn.

When it's my turn,
I won't really get

the full experience.

Oh, you want
the full experience.

Stay there, I'll get my scalpel.

What happened?

Oh, I tore my Achilles.
Softball.

You'd figure somebody
in my line of work

would appreciate how fragile

our bodies really are.

So,

to what do I owe the pleasure?

Just waiting
for some test results.

From me?

Oh, no, someone else.

And the reason you're
waiting on my table

instead of one in your house?

My mother's ghost recently

set a room on fire,
so I've been doing

most of my thinking elsewhere.

Fine, don't tell me.

Sherlock Holmes.

Thank you.
I'll be right there.

Holmes?

Something I can help with?

Not yet.

But if an autopsy
is in the offing,

I should know soon enough.

Damn it.

What the hell?

♪ Elementary 6x01 ♪
An Infinite Capacity for Taking Pains
Original Air

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@elder_man

Hey. Have you seen Sherlock?

No. Everything all right?

Well, he didn't
come home last night

and he hasn't
returned my calls.

Maybe he met someone.

Or, knowing him,
someone,

her two friends and
their pet tiger.

Didn't know you were coming in today.

You here for a case?
No case.

I'm meeting some
new clients.

The captain said I could
use the conference room.

Sophie Bishop
and her husband.

This about the sex tape?

Well, I read about it.

Someone put it up
on the Internet

without her permission--
she's ticked off.

All I know is they need
help finding someone.

Don't pretend you
haven't seen her naked.

Everyone's seen her naked.

Not that I would
lead with that

if I introduce you.

His name's Sammy Olivetti.

His info's all there, too.

So this is the man in the video?

Yeah.

Ms. Bishop, Mr. Hayes.

I'm Sherlock Holmes.
Apologies for being late.

Didn't get the message
that my partner left

until a short while ago.

Vernon Fisk.
I'm Ryan and Sophie's attorney.

Yes. Please continue.

Uh, Sammy played bass for a
band called the Pompeii Worms.

They were hot for
a second in 2012.

We were pretty
intense for a while.

And that's when you made
the video, five years ago?

Yeah. Until all this,
we'd barely spoken in years,

mostly 'cause I got clean
before he did.

But we were supposed
to meet him this morning,

and he never showed up.

I'm confused.
Isn't he the one

who posted the video online?

I know that's what
the news said,

but it isn't true.

The day the tape
showed up on the Internet,

Sammy called me--
he was up in arms.

He said that someone had
broken into his place

a few days before, and
there was a copy of the tape

with the stuff they took.

He was fighting with
the Web site to take it down.

And he was trying
to find out who posted it.

Our meeting this morning
was to...

to talk about
legal action.

I imagine that arguing
for tangible damages,

in this case, might be
a challenge, wouldn't it?

I mean, respectfully,

you were the tabloids darling

for many years...

and given your antics
on the club scene,

your propensity for
flashing the paparazzi,

I think modesty might
be, uh, an option

that you forfeited
some time ago.

You're wrong about the damages
not being tangible.

I mean, the release
of this video

has cost my clients

a virtual king's ransom.

Now, understand, before
Sophie's grandfather died,

he placed the bulk of his
real estate holdings in a trust,

and he left strict instructions

regarding Sophie's
eligibility

for her share.
Now, one was

that she had to get clean
and stay clean.

And, two, if she was
ever an embarrassment

to her family again,

she'd be cut out.

Thanks to this tape,

the other trustees--
her brother, her aunts,

the trust lawyer--

they've triggered that clause.

I don't care
about the money.

I-I worked hard to make amends,

so I do care that
someone's ruining that,

and I'd like to know
who and why.

But I'm here because
I'm worried about Sammy.

Mr. Hayes, I have to ask.

A former lover
of your wife's

comes back into your lives.

A video surfaces
of them having sex.

How does that make you feel?

You know, I knew I was
marrying Sophie Bishop.

I never knew her
in her Page Six days,

but we met after
she got clean,

and... we don't have
any secrets.

We've shared every detail

of each other's histories
with one another.

She told me about
the tape years ago.

I told her I may have made
a tape or two in my day.

Did we think any
of these would ever

end up online?

No, but...

it is what it is.

Sammy was trying
to make things right.

Now we can't find him.
Did you check his home?

We thought of that.
We, uh, went to the house.

The landlady, actually,
let us in-- he wasn't there.

Yeah, the cops won't
do anything.

They say Sammy's a grown man,
and it hasn't even been

a full day,
but I'm telling you

this isn't like him.

Something's happened.

Please help.

Well, I suppose I'll see
which mobile carrier

services this number,
see if I can persuade

one of my contacts to
ping Mr. Olivetti's phone.

That's great.
In the meantime,

you can finally tell me what
happened to the guest room.

You're right, I owe you
an explanation.

Yeah.

Uh, for personal
and professional reasons,

I'd rather not have
that discussion here.

I bet you wouldn't.
You know,

you've been acting
like such a jerk

since Shinwell died.

And when I called you on it,
what was your response?

Avoiding me for weeks.
Watson.

No, we're not doing this
on your terms.

You want to talk,
that's fine.

There's an open room
right here.

I'm not well.

I'll tell you everything,

just not here.

Six weeks ago,

I experienced my first symptom--

a headache.

It's unusual for me,
but it's not unheard of,

so I dismissed it.

More symptoms followed--
bouts of dizziness,

memory loss, sensitivity
to noise and bright lights,

uncharacteristic
need for sleep.

The headaches grew more frequent

and more painful.

And I did all of that
in the throes

of a particularly
vivid hallucination.

I'm a doctor.
You could have told me.

Well, I thought it would pass.

It didn't.

So, eventually I went
for an MRI.

And?

It was negative.

That is to say,
there were no, um,

no abnormal structures,
no bleeds, no tumors.

Imagine the indignity of being
told that my brain is normal.

So, more tests followed.

Other scans, X-rays,
blood tests,

all to rule out
the various diseases

which could account
for my symptoms.

And all were negative.

Well, what do they think
the problem is?

I have something called
post-concussion syndrome.

PCS.

Are you familiar?

Shinwell, when he hit you
with that bottle.

That was likely the final straw.

But many of my life choices
leading up to this moment

are likely factors-- the boxing,

the continually putting myself
in harm's way...

heroin.

All of them have likely
contributed to this moment.

So, as for what to expect,

the doctor is loath
to make any promises.

Things could get worse
before they get better.

He's putting together
a regimen to aid in my recovery,

but, uh...

whether that recovery
takes weeks or months

or, uh...

if I'll even get better
at all...

he couldn't say.

Stand up.

Excuse me?
Stand up.

My personality
hasn't changed, Watson.

It's my contact
at the cell phone company.

He says Sammy Olivetti's
cell phone never left his house.

Thanks. We'll let you know
when we're done.

So, I pulled the report

on the break-in
that Sophie told us about.

Whoever did it kicked
the door until it opened.

You can still see
the repairs.

The deadbolt wasn't engaged
at the time.

If it had been...
there'd be much more damage.

Well, Sammy told the police
that he hardly ever used it.

You can tell.

The paint suggests
it's been here for years,

but, um,
there's very little wear.

You'd think he would have
developed better habits

after being burglarized.

Yeah, well, Sammy's brain was
not the organ he was known for.

Do you smell that?

A plastic.

Phthalate.
A chemical compound

off-gassed by new plastic,
quite a lot of it.

I don't see a source.

So, you didn't want to talk

about your diagnosis
at the precinct,

and I assume that's because you
don't want the captain to know?

He already knows
I'm a recovering drug addict.

I don't want to tell him
I'm also recovering

from brain trauma.

What, you're worried
he might bench you?

Well, it's actually none
of his concern.

My diagnosis is my diagnosis.

So I'll deal with it the same
way I would any other problem.

I have to say,

you're taking it really well.

What is it?

There's tape residue.

There's no dust,
so it's still fresh.

Here.

That's why we smell plastic.

Someone covered
the walls with it.

And the floor.

I'd say that was blood,

wouldn't you?

Yeah. And I'd say
Sophie Bishop was right

to be worried
about her ex.

Hello.

Is this Sherlock Holmes?

It is.

I'm aware of the matter
you're looking into.

I'm aware of you,
your reputation.

Sophie Bishop and Ryan Hayes
are paying you your rate

to find their friend.

I'll pay you $1 million
to walk away.

It's an interesting offer.

I'm just gonna put you on hold

while I discuss it
with my partner.

Who are you texting?

I'd say $1 million was
a bit low, wouldn't you?

What?

Hello?

Yes.
She's interested,

but she thinks
that you can do better.

We want $5 million.

Five?
I just texted you the number

of an account I maintain
for these situations.

Wire the money,
we'll drop the case.

But wait...

Okay, you said that you've been
experiencing hallucinations?

Is that what's happening
right now?

Do I look
like I'm hallucinating?

What the hell did you just do?

I just made us $5 million.

You took a bribe?

$5 million.

$5 million?

He initially offered one,

but I nudged him up to five.

You're messing with me.

That's not even
our personal record.

You might recall
that Taiwanese operatives

once offered us $50 million

to insure the Imperial Jade Seal
ended up in their hands

and not China's.

Yeah, I remember you turned
them down, but you didn't

turn down the guy
who called yesterday.

I assumed, correctly, that he
was calling from a burner phone.

Accepting his bribe
has given us another

potential opportunity
to identify him,

and that's why I'm here.

This is the account that
the money was transferred to.

I'd ask that you set CCS
to the task

of tracking it back
to its source.

Any luck, it'll be enough
to identify our killer.

We don't even know
if Sammy Olivetti is dead.

There's no body.

There's no plastic sheeting,
either, but I'm confident

that a few hundred
square foot of it

was used to splatter-proof
his living room.

You don't put that much tarp
down to give a man a haircut.

There's also the blood
that we found

and the small matter
of the $5 million.

If Mr. Olivetti isn't dead, he's
doing a very good impression.

I'll let you know
what CCS turns up.

You gonna be working here?

No. I'm gonna pay
a visit to the man

who's most likely
to have lined my pockets.

You know that column
right there?

That's all got to go.

- See what I'm saying, right there?
- Yeah.

Yes, sir, yes, sir.
That...

Mr. Bishop.
Hi, my name's Sherlock Holmes.

I'm a detective.
I've been hired by your sister.

Who let you in here?

I think his name was Tyrone.

Yes, Tyrone.

Gave me his hat.

I convinced him
I was an inspector

with the buildings department.

I do actually see a number
of code violations.

But I'd much rather
talk to you about

your sister's
missing ex-boyfriend.

Look, you...
It's okay, it's okay. I'll-I'll

catch up with you in a minute.

My sister has a lot
of ex-boyfriends.

Which one is missing?

Sammy Olivetti.
Tall, tattoos,

phallus to make
a Clydesdale blush.

The one from the tape.
The one from the tape.

- Yeah.
- Two nights ago, he vanished.

And you think I had
something to do with that?

What, he besmirched my sister,
so I took my revenge?

My sister's a drug addict.

And a whore.

A tape like that surfacing--
just a matter of time.

Sammy was looking for the person
who stole the sex tape

and put it online.
Was it you?

Yesterday
someone offered me

$5 million to stop looking
for Sammy Olivetti.

That's just a drop in the ocean
to a man like you.

Yeah, yeah, it is.

But, unlike my sister,

I actually care
about the Bishop name.

I know she claims to be
“embarrassed” by that tape,

but I assure you, no one was
more embarrassed than my family.

The proliferation of the tape
resulted in her removal

from the family trust.

That meant more money for you.

She ended up with nothing.

Before I have you thrown
out of here on your ass,

I think there's a few things
that you need to understand.

One, Sophie hardly left with nothing.

And the $3 million
she was getting each year...

Hey.

What the hell is wrong with you?

Hey. Are you even
listening to me?

Hey!

Hey!

You're sure
someone hurt Sammy?

No, we're not sure. But the
evidence we found at his house

is hard to ignore.
It's even harder to ignore

that someone was willing
to pay us $5 million

to look the other way.

It wasn't my brother.

Sophie...

No, I-I know Drew and I have had
problems in the past,

but it wasn't him.
He wouldn't do this.

He's a creep,
but he's not a killer.

If we're right about him,
he didn't set out to kill Sammy;

he did it because
Sammy was on his trail.

No, and I-I don't want you and
your partner telling people that

you think Drew did this. I've
embarrassed my family enough.

Let's talk about
your family.

If Drew didn't do this,
is there anyone else

you can think of who might have...
- What part of

“I don't want
to embarrass my family”

do you not understand?

The night that
Sammy disappeared,

he sent an e-mail to
a video sharing site

where your tape first appeared.

He'd been trying for weeks

to get information
to help identify the person

who posted it. I followed up
with them this morning.

All they could tell me
was that the video

was uploaded at a coffee shop

in New Brunswick, New Jersey
called the Buzz House.

Does that mean
anything to you?

Sophie?

No.

No, I'm sorry,
it doesn't mean anything.

Uh...

thanks for coming out here.

If anything else comes up,
you have my info.

Well, I've always
rebelled at stagnation.

So, a little over a year ago,

I-I, uh, I sat in a room
just like this one

and I said that I was,
I was bored.

I'd grown tired of meetings.

Uh, just-just tired of
the daily task of staying sober.

I'd come to believe
that in order for me

to stay committed
to my sobriety,

I-I needed to challenge it.

So... I stopped going
to meetings, and...

I put myself into situations
that I shouldn't have.

Recently, events have
conspired to, uh,

give me all of the challenges
I could ever need.

Um, and boredom is a,
is a, is a distant memory.

Guess the old adage is true,
isn't it?

Careful what you wish for.

Hey, uh, Sherlock?

I'm sorry I didn't get
to speak in there.

Hey, uh, my name's Michael.

Hello.

You probably
wouldn't remember me,

but, uh, we used to go
to some of the same meetings.

Um, the last time I saw you
at one was

four years, ten months
and 16 days ago.

- That's very strangely specific.
- Yeah.

Uh, it's actually
the last time I used.

Um, you know,
I was new to it back then,

and the meetings weren't
helping, nothing made sense.

But then I heard you speak
one night, and it really helped.

Oh, what did I say?

“My mind is like
a racing engine,

“tearing itself to pieces,
because it's not connected up

to the work for which
it was built.”

Sorry.

I actually wrote that down.

But you talked about rehab
and how you struggled there,

and you said you were made
for one thing,

and being away from it made
staying sober almost impossible.

But when you got out,
you went back to it,

and that made
all the difference.

So I actually decided
to do the same thing,

you know, focus on my work,
use it to get better.

Four years, ten months,
16 days later...

I worked hard, but, uh...
it started with you.

Glad to hear
you're doing well.

Hey, the challenge you were
talking about in there--

uh, have you talked
to your sponsor about it?

Actually between
sponsors at the moment.

Well, look, if you ever need
someone to talk to, uh,

call me.

You helped me.
Maybe I could return the favor.

Thanks.

Hey, did you see the text
from the captain?

Yup. CCS was able

to trace our bribe
to an anonymous,

off-shore account
and no further.

So, it's as much a dead end

as the burner phone
used to contact us.

How'd it go with
Sophie's brother?

We had a rather
one-sided conversation

at one of his
construction sites.

What do you mean?

I mean, it was noisy there.
It was so noisy, in fact,

that by the time he finally had
something interesting to say,

I experienced
a piercing headache

and a ringing in my ears which
rendered me virtually deaf.

Couldn't hear a word he said.

The PCS?

Yeah, perhaps, yes.

Well, I'll... I'll go see him
myself tomorrow.

Well, I said
I couldn't hear him.

I didn't say I couldn't
understand what he said.

So you read his lips?
He confirmed

that his sister was cut out
of the family trust,

but he also claimed that her
expulsion triggered a buyout.

A buyout?

Grandpa Bishop, it seems,

thought that sending Sophie
straight to the gutter

would bring even more shame
upon the family,

so instead,
he devised a punishment

which would only be understood

by the top one percent
of the top one percent.

Instead of her receiving
$3 million every year

for the rest of her life,
as well

as a continued stake
in the family interests,

she receive a one-time buyout

of $60 million.

Her brother said he was
in the process of trying

to annul that clause when the
sex tape first surfaced online.

I confirmed that.

So, if he had been the one
who stole the tape...

He would've waited to post it

until Sophie was in line
to get nothing.

Well, for what
it's worth,

Sophie doesn't think her
brother's guilty, either.

Did she have
a more likely suspect?

Mostly, she was trying to wrap
her head around the things

that we found at Sammy's
house, but when I told her

the video was uploaded at a
coffee shop in New Brunswick,

that definitely meant
something to her.

So, do you want to talk

about what happened
at the construction site?

Actually, Watson,
I need to succumb

to another symptom
of my condition.

I'm tired.
I have to go to sleep.

Hey.

I'm afraid I'm not calling
with good news.

What's wrong?

It's Sophie Bishop.

She's dead.

Detectives from the 116
notified the next of kin

a little while ago.
Her husband said

she got a call around 5:00
that seemed to rattle her.

She grabbed her car keys,
ran out the door.

Wouldn't tell him
where she was going.

This is her phone.

CSU found it
in her car over there.

The call she got--
it's from the same number

that called me and
Sherlock yesterday.

I noticed. Got to think
whoever tried to bribe you

convinced her to come out here
for some sort of meeting.

Either things went south,

or he was planning
to kill her all along.

Maybe.

You got another theory?

Yeah. We do.

This is so ridiculous.

Why would you think
I killed Sophie?

I idolized her.

Well, you did seem

like a loving couple
the other day.

Perhaps at one point,
you did love her.

But love's hold
can wane, can't it?

Much more reliable
motivator is $60 million.

As in the $60 million

buyout you and your wife
received from her family trust.

So you think
I killed Sophie for the money.

We think you did
more than that.

You stole the sex tape

starring your wife and Sammy
Olivetti, and you leaked it

in order to trigger the buyout.

You're the one who
bribed Mr. Holmes

to stop investigating,
am I right?

I don't know anything
about any bribe.

According to your
cell phone records,

you've been in regular contact
with a divorce attorney

- the last couple of months.
- Safe to assume

it wouldn't have worked
out well for you financially

if you'd have left the
marriage as it was.

But with Sophie $60 million
richer before the divorce,

you'd get a nice soft
landing, wouldn't you?

The sex tape was uploaded
from a coffee shop

in New Brunswick
three weeks ago.

We talked to your secretary.

She said you had been looking

at an investment property
down there.

Now, according
to the E-Z Pass records,

you were there
the day the video was loaded.

When my partner
mentioned New Brunswick

to your wife,
it meant something to her.

Would I be right in saying
that she knew

about your business
dealings there?

What happened?
She realized what

you had done,
and she confronted you,

threatened to go to the police,
so you strangled her?

From there, the scenario
is easy enough to construct.

You dialed her using
the same burner phone

you used to contact me,
thereby supporting the story

that you planned
to tell the police:

that she'd received a
call before rushing out.

A call that they would recognize

as coming from the
phantom briber.

You then drove her
body, using her car,

to the spot where
they were found,

and then you made
your own way home.

Tell us what you did
with Olivetti's body.

We'll relay your cooperation
to the D.A.

and emphasize
that we don't think

that the murder of your wife
was premeditated.

You're right...

that I leaked the video.

But that is all
you are right about.

I had nothing to do
with Sammy's murder,

and I sure as hell
didn't kill my wife.

Sophie was in on it, okay?

We planned to leak the video
together to get the $60 million.

The money she was getting
annually wasn't cutting it.

I already told you--
I only knew the video existed

because she told me about it.

Pretty convenient story

now that Sophie's
not around to argue.

Maybe so...

but it's the truth.

You guys want to arrest me...
go ahead.

If I'm right, the worst I'm
looking at is a burglary charge

for when I stole the video,

and maybe a civil suit
from the Bishops.

I'm pretty sure my lawyer
will have me out by lunch.

Hey. Marcus and I just
talked to the lawyer

who manages the Bishop family
trust. You were right.

If Ryan had just
filed for divorce,

he would not be entitled
to any future share.

But with the payout already
made and Sophie dead,

he gets to keep the $60 million.

Unless we can prove
that he killed her.

Is everything okay?

I can't remember why
I entered this room.

Uh, uh, I was downstairs
in your office,

looking at a map,
trying to determine

where Hayes might have disposed
of Olivetti's body, and, um...

I was also thinking

we need to bring someone in
to repair the guest room.

Which of those thoughts
impelled me up the stairs?

Your guess is as good as mine.

Might have even solved the case.

We'll never know now, will we?

Well, we all walk into rooms
sometimes and forget why.

It happens to everyone.

Not to me it doesn't.

You praised me yesterday
for taking this all so well.

I-I'm really not.

That's okay.
I know how scary this is.

See, when I first began
going in for tests,

I-I did my own research
as to the...

the diagnoses
I might ultimately hear.

I separated them
into two categories:

something
that would kill me quickly--

an aggressive cancer
or something like that--

and a condition
which might permanently hinder

my cognitive abilities.

Between those two options,

I hoped for a quick death.

A man
approached me

at a meeting yesterday.
Apparently,

I-I helped him once
when I described...

how integral my work
was to maintaining my sobriety.

When all's said
and done,

it's entirely possible
I'm going to be unfit

to continue that work.

That rattles me.

The doctor said the
damage wasn't permanent.

He said that you needed a
regimen for your recovery.

Yeah, from-from brain trauma.

Wh-What about my other recovery?

If I can no longer function
as a detective,

I-I'm just not sure
I can stay sober.

And if I can't stay sober,

how's my brain gonna heal?

Anyway, we, uh...

we need to bring someone in
to fix the guest room.

Good night, Watson.

Hey. Heard you were in here.

You heard right.

I didn't visit the scene

where Sophie Bishop's body
was found.

I was wondering what evidence

I might have spotted if I had.

Well, if it makes
you feel any better,

lots of cops checked it out.

CSU, Joan, me.

You were looking for me?

Yeah. A woman just showed up
at the front desk.

Says she knows who killed Sophie
Bishop and Sammy Olivetti.

She thinks she's next.

I need police protection.

My life is in danger.

Well, let's start
at the beginning, okay?

You said you and
Ms. Bishop were friends?

Sort of.

Do you know
what Eskimo sisters are?

Two women who've had sexual
relations with the same man

but remain on good terms.

Uh, would I be correct
in thinking

that the man
that you and Ms. Bishop shared

was Sammy Olivetti?

Me and Sammy
started hooking up about a year

after he and Sophie broke up.

We were together for a few
months and then we weren't.

And then we were on again.
Then we were permanently off.

After that, he started seeing
this psycho bitch

named Luna.

They were together
for almost a year...

You know,
I was recently reminded

of our fleeting mortality,

so I'm wondering
if you're approaching a point.

You know,
you could be nice to me.

I'm here in distress.

You were saying. Luna.

When the tape of Sammy
and Sophie came out,

Luna lost her mind.

She was jealous.
Mm-hmm.

See, she and Sammy
had made a tape, too.

Only he told her he had never
done that with anyone else.

So she sent Sophie a
bunch of text messages.

She said she hoped
they both would die.

And they did.

Okay.

So what makes you think
you'd be next?

Because...

I made a tape with Sammy, too.

You didn't make a sex tape
with Sammy Olivetti, did you?

Nope.

Here's the one

of me and Sammy.

In case you need it
as, like, evidence.

Actually, Ms. Marshall,
I don't think

that'll be necessary.
On the contrary,

this is most helpful.

Thank you very much.

Did he just steal my phone?

Yes.

Why are you watching
a sex tape?

Sammy. Sammy.

At the moment,
purely as an education.

Sammy was not
without his skills,

and far be it from me
to think I know everything.

That is Sammy Olivetti,
but that is not Sophie.

How many sex tapes
did this guy make?

Quite a few, I've learned.

But this one was all it took.

All it took to do what?

To inspire me to pay
another visit to Sammy's home.

And we now have everything
we need to prove

that Ryan Hayes is a killer.

Uh, Captain, uh,

you didn't bring us down here
to watch movies, did you?

As a matter
of fact, we did.

May I ask why?

Cinematic appreciation.

For a filmmaker who was taken
from us too soon

but whose body of
work rivals that

of the form's greatest auteurs.

In volume, at least.

Originality, not so much.

Have a seat, please.

It was brought to our
attention that the sex tape

Sammy Olivetti made
with Sophie wasn't the only one.

A woman named
Bethany Marshall gave us

a video that he made with her

about a year after the one
he made with Sophie.

She also brought
to our attention

the existence
of other tapes.

Turns out Sammy made
a lot of sex tapes.

It was his thing.

Okay.

I don't know what kind
of sick fun

you're having,

but I'm not gonna sit here
and watch a sex tape

of my wife's ex-boyfriend.

Mr. Olivetti does play a part
in the video that you're about

to see, but it's not a sex tape.

It's a snuff film.

See, Mr. Holmes
noticed that

Bethany's tape was
different from Sophie's

in that it didn't start with
Sammy setting up the camera.

Rather, it starts with

Sammy and Bethany making
their way from his front door

to the couch.

His camera
had already been activated.

But how? And by whom?

Now, given his fondness for
sex tapes, I thought perhaps

he'd had a system installed
expressly for this purpose.

I remembered there was
a deadbolt on his front door,

which, apparently,
he rarely used.

So I checked it.

And the deadbolt
was Say's secret switch,

which he activated
only when he brought home

an intended subject
for one of his videos.

Now, obviously,
no woman would question

Sammy locking his front door.

I mean, after all,
they'd want their privacy.

Unfortunately for you,
you also wanted your privacy

when you broke
into Sammy's house to kill him.

So when you threw the deadbolt,
without knowing it,

- you turned on the camera.
- You and your wife had met

with Sammy several
times by then.

And since you didn't enter his
house forcibly the second time,

we can only assume
that you managed

to get your hands on a key.

Can't fault you
for failing to stop the hidden

video system.

It was skillfully concealed.

I missed it.

The one other
difference between

Sophie's video and Bethany's

was that Bethany's was shot
in Sammy's living room.

Which I'm sure you recognize,
'cause it's where you did

some of your best work.

What the hell?

Maybe now you'd like to tell us
what you did with Sammy's body?

Hey. Uh,
this is Ramon.

He specializes in restoring
brownstones and old woodwork.

Ramon.

Hey.

I'm gonna go to my truck,

bring in some stain samples
for you to look at,

and we'll get that order
written up. Sound good?

That sounds great. Thanks.

So, I was thinking, since
we're doing work down here,

maybe we can make that into
a meditation room also and--

I don't know-- maybe
bring in a treadmill.

Well, mindfulness and
aerobic exercise have proven

to, uh, speed up the
recovery for PCS.

There's a lot of other things
you can try in here, too.

You've done a lot of research.

Well, I know that your doctor's
putting together a plan,

but he doesn't know how hard
you're gonna push yourself.

“Pushing yourself”--
that does sound like me.

You're not gonna go through this
alone, okay?

All right,
I'm gonna finish up with Ramon.

♪ I want to live ♪

♪ Before I die ♪

♪ Free the sky's thunder ♪

♪ Inside my chest ♪

♪ Now and again ♪

♪ I wonder why ♪

Hello?
Hello, Michael?

It's Sherlock Holmes.

Sherlock. Hey. What's going on?

Did I catch you at a bad time?
You sound winded.

No. Just out for a walk.

Well, I, uh... I appreciated
what you said the other day

about, um,
how you found strength

in focusing on your work, and...

you said to call if I ever,
you know, needed to talk.

So, um... Well, I was thinking
of going to a meeting.

I wondered
if you'd like to join.

Yeah. I just might need
a little time to get there,

- but, um,
how's St. -00?

Excellent. St. Olaf's at 4:00.

See you then.

♪ Song about
the seasons' change ♪

♪ Born and dead ♪

♪ Born again ♪

♪ Some beast will find you ♪

♪ By name. ♪

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