Elementary - 1x01 "Pilot"
Synchronization; seanma, Temperance, Vod, Doc, Adduari
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Hello?
Yes, I'm coming to get him...
I'm sorry. Did you say "he escaped."?
Hi, it's Joan Watson. On the off chance you haven't already been contacted by Handele.
Your son left rehab a little early this morning.
I'm already at his house, to see if he is here.
I'll call you if there is a problem.
Excuse me, I'm looking for Mr...
Hello?
Excuse me, Mr...
My name is Joan Watson.
I've been hired by your father, to be your sober companion.
He told me he was going to e-mail you about me.
I'm here to make the transition from your rehab...
...experience to the routine of your everyday life, as smooth as possible.
So I will be living with you for the next six weeks. Which means...
...I'll be available to you 24/7.
Do you believe in love at first sight?
I know what you're thinking.
The world is a cynical place and I must be a cynical man...
...thinking a woman like you would fall for a line like that. The thing is...
...it isn't a line.
So please hear me when I say this...
...I have never loved anyone as I do you right now...
...in this moment.
Do you believe in love at first sight?
I know i know what you are thinking.
The world is a cynical place...
... and I must be a cynical man thinking a woman like you would fall for a line like that. The thing is...
...it isn't a line.
So please...
...hear me when I say this...
...I have never loved anyone...
...as I do you right now...
...in this moment.
Spot on!
Sherlock Holmes.
Please don't get comfortable, we won't be here long.
Mr. Holmes, did your father tell you about me or not?
well... he emailed,
said to expect some sort of addict-sitter
Then he explained his conditions with respect to your sobriety?
If you mean his threats to evict me from this, the shoddiest and the least renovated from the 5..
count them, 5 properties he owns in New York, then, yeah.
And yeah he made his conditions quite clear.
I use, I wind up on the street.
I refuse your quote unquote help, I wind up on the street
It's my understanding that most sober companions are recovering addicts themselves, but ...
you've never had a problem with drugs or alcohol.
- Your father told you. - Of course he didn't.
Care to explain why you broke out of your rehab facility the same day you're being released?
Bored.
You were bored?
No, I am bored right now. Happens often. You'll get used to it.
regarding our mutual friends at Hendale...
I say they should be thanking me for exposing flaws in their rubbish security system
Excellent!
There was a women leaving, just as I got here...
Did she get you high?
About six feet.
Full disclosure ....
I actually find sex repellent.
All those fluids and odd sounds,
but my brain and my body require it to function at optimum levels, so...
I feed them as needed.
You're a doctor, you understand.
I'm not a doctor.
You were a doctor, surgeon, judging by your hands.
Is your car parked nearby?
Yes, it's just out there.
How did you know I had a car?
The parking ticket, fell out of your purse when you dropped it.
Can't have one without the other, can you?
We're late, we need to get going.
Err ... late for what?
Actually, scratch the car. Manhattan Bridge is down to a single lane.
We'll take the tube instead.
Look at this place... yuck.
I can't wait for you to tidy it.
Prior to my stint in junkie jail,
I worked as a consultant at Scotland Yard.
Your father told me. He said you were a detective?
I was a consultant.
I wasn't paid for my services, therefore I answered to no one but myself.
What about London?
What about it?
He told me that's where you bottomed out. He thinks something happened to you there, he just doesn't know what.
Handsome woman, your mother.
It's very big of her to take your dad back after the affair.
How could you possibly ...
You still haven't told me where we're going yet.
About that...
I think you and father will be pleased to hear
I have devised a post-rehab regimen for myself that will keep me quite busy.
I've decided to resume my work as a consultant here
in New York.
Tell me ...
- How do clients typically introduce. - What do you mean?
I mean, I find it hard to believe they'd actually tell someone they'd been assigned a glorified helper-monkey.
Helper-monkey?
Well you and I have what's known as companion-client confidentiality.
Which means that you can introduce me however you like:
friend, coworker, relative and I'll play along.
But, to be honest, most clients just call me
their companion.
Captain Gregson...
Holmes!
- How are you doing? - This is Captain Gregson, Captain Gregson
this is Miss Watson my personal valet.
How do you do?
She waits out here.
I'm afraid she's quite crucial to my process, captain.
It's okay, really.
Actually it isn't.
At least not according to my father's email.
Where he explained it's the job of a proper... valet
to accompany his or her charge to their place of business.
Well, consider this my place of business.
And today every wretched hive of depravity and murder in this city,
my place of business.
Unless, of course
you don't think you have the stomach for the work I do.
I'm good.
You put these gloves on, please.
Dr. Richard Mantlo came home a few hours ago to find his door kicked in,
and his wife,
Amy Damper, missing ..
That's... that's Mantlo over there.
He's the head shrink out at Sanbridge Hospital
Says he caught an emergency last night. Didn't get home until 5 am.
Saw the front door,
called 911.
First officers on the scene found sign of a struggle
in the kitchen and in the master bedroom.
But... no Mrs. Damper.
Ransom demand?
What is it?
Ah not sure....
Mrs. Damper's cell phone. Have you recovered it?
We have her cellphone.
Thank you detective.
Hmm... she either lost a tremendous amount of weight or underwent ...
significant plastic surgery sometime in the last two years.
She looks the same in all the photos.
That's my point.
Ovular frames...
are older, have been here longer. You can tell by the way the wall has faded. The square frame's newer.
They're the only ones that feature Mrs. Damper.
Coincidence?
No, check her cellphone.
No photos of her older than two years. Yet there are countless pictures of other people *** as many as five years ago.
I take it you two have worked together before.
About ten years ago ...
a few months after 9-11, I was assigned to Scotland Yard
to observe their counter-terrorism bureau.
Holmes mostly worked homicides, but...
our paths still crossed a few times.
Captain, if you please?
Yeah?
Miss Damper knew her attacker, she let him into the house herself.
Captain, who is this guy?
There are two broken glasses here. You can tell from the volume of shards.
Obviously, she was pouring a glass of water for her guest,
when he assailed her.
Right! Because that is something you would do, if some nutjob comes in and kicks your door in.
You ask him if he's thirsty.
Ok.
Thanks.
Base of glass number ...
two.
If you take another glance
at the boot print on the front door, you'll see an almost imperceptible spot of blood,
where the heel made contact.
Lab tests, I'm certain, will conclude it's the victim's blood,
and can only have been left there after the assault had already taken place.
Mrs. Damper let the man in, because he was familiar to her.
He kicked the door in as he exited to try to obscure this fact.
Also, he took something from the living room.
Note the symmetry of the space.
This wall is very nearly a reflection of that one.
Pictures, pictures, knickknacks, knickknacks.
I see balance everywhere.
Except...
this one space.
Something was here. What was it?
- I'm sorry? - Maybe this isn't the best time.
No, no, please concentrate. Something used to occupy that space. I need you to tell me what it was.
It was an old ring box. Amy's grandmother gave it to her.
Why?
You said there were also signs of a struggle in the master bedroom.
What is it?
Why is it so important the kidnapper took a ring box.
Kidnappers don't take trophies, killers do.
There's no body, genius.
There's no blood on the front stoop or walk either.
It's rather difficult not to leave any
when you're abducting someone with an arterial wound, wouldn't you agree?
You're certain your men have been over every inch of this house?
Of course.
As you can see, there was ...
a struggle here.
She's in the safe room.
What safe room?
The one behind that wall.
The husband didn't say anything about any safe room.
There's a slight angle to the floor, you can...
The extra weight of a safe room's steel reinforcements
can cause the floor around it to decline slightly, creating...
a slope between one and five degrees.
Sometimes I hate it when I'm right.
For the last time...
I loved my wife.
I didn't hurt her and before this moment,
I had no idea there was any safe room in my house.
You get why that's hard for us to believe, don't you?
The place was gutted
before Amy and I moved in two years ago.
She oversaw all the construction.
I'm sorry, but...
are you saying she had it installed, but never told you?
You don't look well, Miss Watson.
Perhaps you should go home.
How do you do it?
Do what?
Guess things.
I don't guess.
I observe.
And once I've observed, I deduce.
You said you could tell from my hands, that I used to be a surgeon
Hand, singular, actually.
Soft, without calluses.
Also it smells faintly of beeswax.
Many surgeons, as you know, use a beeswax cream
to protect their hands from the dehydrating effects of repeated brushings.
You're no longer practicing, but old habits die hard, thus
why you gave up a medical career to become a companion
unless addictions took the life of someone close to you.
and his or her death move you to make drastic changes in your life?
Am I close?
What about my father?
What about him?
How did you know he had an affair?
Google.
Well, not everything is deducible.
I just wanted to say thanks for helping out today.
You... you got us our guy and...
...and we're grateful.
We can take it from here.
Respectfully detective, I doubt that very much,
'cause I've reason to believe that Richard Mantlo didn't kill his wife.
Wait, wait...
...come again?
Dr. Mantlo has girl's feet, haven't you noticed, is a size 8.
The boot print on the front door was an 11.
So? So he was smart, he wore bigger shoes to throw us off.
Did he also wear bigger hands, when he strangled his wife?
- Holmes... - The strangulation marks...
...are indicative of a man much larger than Mantlo.
Not just heavier, but taller.
An estimated high would be someone between 6'1, 6'3...
Your medical examiner will come to the same conclusion in a couple of hours,
I'm delivering it to you now, You're doctor, tell them I'm right!
- I'm not a doctor. - Were, a doctor.
For sure you haven't forgotten how bruising works.
Ok, yeah, sure... these hands seem too small for that...
- ...for that bruise patterns, but... - With your permission, Captain,
I'd like a moment alone with Dr. Mantlo.
- Captain, this... - You got two minutes.
Tall men in your life, I'd like a list.
From the six names that Dr. Mantlo gave,
only two have ever been in any troubles with the police.
One is a contractor, the only one that seen the drawings for the renovation,
Joseph de Santo,
string of unpaid park tickets.
The second is Harrison Polk,
the administrator of the Cambridge Hospital
Was accused of stalking a neighbor, two years ago.
The charges were eventually dropped, but still...
You've got all that from your phone?
I logged into the Police system with Captain Gregson account.
Tooks seven tries to deduce his password.
So, administalker ... seems like the best place to start.
What do you mean?
I mean that we should talk to him first,
- And then the other five. - The police still think that Mantlo is their guy.
The police think a lot of things, it's adorable!
I'm confused, I thought agreed with me about the hands ...
It was a photograph!
I mean, I think you're right, but to know for sure I'd have to examine the bruise patterns on body myself.
Fine, I'll arrange it. After we've spoken to the suspects.
Amy was a good person, but if you're here because you think I had something to do with that...
Dr. Mantlo said that you'd made a pass at her at a holiday party, last year.
Actually, no, I didn't.
I asked her about all the plastic surgery she'd had.
Plastic surgery?
Ok, look.
I helped organize a fundraiser to the hospital two years ago.
That was before the surgeries,
I know I still have the pictures.
There.
That's the picture of Amy and Dr. Mantlo that I took that night.
Ok?
Tell me you wouldn't wanna ask her why she did it.
Tell me about the stalking charge against you two years ago.
I asked my neighbour out.
She overreacted.
Mr. Polk, can you tell us where you were last night?
I was at home. Alone.
I know, not much for an alibi. But I don't care.
Because I didn't do it.
Did you know that honey was dripping from the ceiling?
Yes, happens sometimes.
I take it, beekeeping is a hobby?
I'm writing a book.
"Practical handbook of beeculture with some observ. upon the segreg. of the queen"
Up here.
I've just started chapter nineteen. Would you like to hear the last few paragraphs?
Did you talk to the police about that scary administrator guy?
- I have not. - But I thought that...
Mr. Polk is a prat, no doubt.
But his body language said sub, not dom.
I don't see him having the berries to take another life.
Why do you suppose you hate your job so much?
- I don't hate my job. - You have two alarm clocks.
No one with two alarm clocks loves their job.
Two alarm clocks mean it's a chore for you to get up in the morning.
You don't hate what I do, though.
That much was obvious, when we talked to Mr. Polk.
It was the look on your face...
I imagine it was the same look you wore to the OR when you were still a surgeon.
You're wrong.
I know my father secured your services for the next...
six weeks?
Simple truth is I don't need you.
I'm finished with drugs, I won't be using them again.
My advice,
take a six weeks holiday.
I promise I won't tell papà.
Police Station.
I'm gonna need your saliva now.
Ten thirty-seven.
I take back everything I said last night. You obviously love your job.
Can't wait to get started, this morning.
Open your mouth so I can swirl, if you're on anything the strip on the couple turn blue.
I have a new...
I have a new theory about our killer. I think he may have struck at least once before.
I...
love what i do.
Woke up early.
Couldn't stop think about the ringbox he stole from Amy Damper's living room.
You said was some sort of trophy.
And you know what flavor of killers take trophies, don't you?
Serial.
Souvenirs help them differentiate between the victims.
It occured to me that if Amy wasn't his first there might be other cases in common.
Eileen Reinforth.
Savagely beaten and strangled by an intruder in her Bronx home 2 years ago.
He took a jewelry box on his way out.
But left behind a size 11 footprint.
Drug free, congratulations.
Especially striking are the phisical similarities between her and Amy.
Both were curvatious, with long red hair.
Do you think the killer has a type?
The one significant difference in the cases?
Eileen Reinforth survived her attack.
I'm sorry.
I can see why you think it might be the same guy...
I just don't think I can help you.
We red in the Police report, that the man who assaulted you wore a mask.
That doesn't mean you can't help us identify him.
Did he say anything to you?
No...
I came in through my front door and he was just there.
Did he have a particular scent?
No... I don't think so.
Was he tall? Short? Somewhere in between?
I don't know, I mean, he was on top of me so quickly...
his hands around my throat...
And what about the mask?
What about it?
Was it ski? Mexican wrestling? Paper plate?
- A ski... - Good! Excellent!
So... you got a good look at his eyes?
Correct me if I'm wrong, but a strangler can literally not be more
than a arm's length from his stranglee. can't he? - Mr. Holmes...
That's what? Two? Two and a half feet?
I'm twice that distance from you now, and I can see that your eyes are brown.
I think I'd like you to leave now.
Why, because I know that you're lying?
- Mr. Holmes! - Well, she is.
you tell by the crucifix she fiddle with everytime I ask her a question,
it's a pacifying behavior.
It's just elementary haptic comunnication... just read a book, would you?
- She did see her attacker's face! - Sherlock!
- I think she might even know who he is! - get out.
You realize that because you protected him 2 years ago you have the blood of an innocent woman on your hand, do you?
But you'd like to get for two, or three, or four...
That's enough!
You're done here. Go wait in the car.
What a jerk!
I'm...
I'm really sorry about that.
The name of the man who attacked her is Peter Saldua.
He was her brother's best friend. growing up.
His father was abusive, so her parents took him in the senior year of high school.
Eileen heard from his brother that he works for a florist in Chelsea.
I knew it.
I knew that if I would have cornered her in there, you'd come in her defense.
and if you came to her defence, she might very well tell you the truth.
You are so full of it.
You're just embarrassed because I figured out something that you couldn't,
and now you're making it seem like you plan the whole thing.
- This is Gregson. - Captain Gregson, Shelock Holmes.
I'm calling 'cause I believe I've uncovered the name of a strong suspect
in the murder of Amy Damper.
Name wouldn't be Peter Saldua by any chance, would it?
How did you know?
Because I'm at his house and I'm looking at him right now.
Are you saying he's in police custody?
Technically, yeah.
He's all ours.
Mailman saw the body through the window.
Calls 911.
Said he thought someone out there tried to kill himself.
Turns out, he was right.
The gun was still in Saldua's hand when we got here.
Watch the blood spatter.
We found the ring box from Amy Damper's home, right here.
Turns out, Mantlo and his wife knew the florist that Saldua worked for.
They ordered fresh flowers to the house once a week.
Saldua was the guy who delivered them.
Explains why she would've let him in the other night.
What happened over there?
Mixed his coloured with his white? Who knows? That was outboard.
Did you already take his phone?
Hasn't turned up yet.
But it will.
You wanted to be the one who found him, didn't you?
Do not do what I do to take credit.
Then why do you do it?
I'd like to thank the police...
to have found the man who killed my wife ...
She had her mole removed when she changed her look.
It doesn't make any sense.
She loved that mole.
Before her surgery she turned her head to feature it ...
whenever her picture was taken.
Where did you get those photographs?
I reach out to her friends, through her Facebook page.
Harrison Polk was right. She was as beautiful before her surgery
that she was after. So...
why bother? What was the point?
Another thing...
Saldua phone records indicate he used his phone constantly,
and then, three days ago, he just stopped.
Didn't make a single call, didn't send a single text. Why?
His bank statements, meanwhile,
show several checks made out to Roland Jessup, psychologist.
who seems to worth a talking to.
But no! 'Cause he dropped dead of a coronary... in 2010.
The Amy Demper case is over, you helped to solve it.
No... It's too simple, too fast. Something's off.
I feel it.
What's that?
I got us tickets to the opera tonight.
To celebrate ...
When your father hired me mentioned it's something that you like, so...
I went to "Le Grand Macabre" once, when I was nine, now I'm a buff!
I'm worried about you.
I think you are making things more complicated than they really are...
- ...and that tells me you are struggling. - I'm not struggling with anything.
I didn't even been paying attention on the last two days
- I've been right about everything. - Actually, you haven't.
The day we met, you deduce that I had give up being a surgeon...
to become a companion because I had lost someone close to me.
- But the truth is ... - Truth is that you made a mistake
during a surgery that costed a patient his life.
It takes years of study to become a surg, not to mention a tremendous ego.
Surgeons don't just leave to become addicted companion,
unless they faulted in theyr own practice.
You're still sensitive to the subject, so I made up that to spare your feelings.
Oh, so big of you.
How do you know the patient died?
How do you know he just didn't end paralized or in a coma?
The parking ticket, the one you had in your purse. It was...
you incurred to that 2 weeks ago, at the corner between the 86th and 3rd.
The only thing there is Calvary Cemetery obviously, you were visiting a grave,
not your parents' grave of course, 'cause Google indicates that they're both alive and well.
Siblings? No, Calvary is a populace field,
Picture on you phone of your mum and dad say that they are well-to-do,
no siblings were to end up in a place like that,
a place that doesn't even have a proper parking area, hence the ticket.
So... a surgeon who's no longer a surgeon,
a parking violation incurred near a poor man's cemetery,
and two parent who have lots of money to save your life. Roll it all up...
what does it say?
you were visiting the grave of the man that you let die on you operating table.
It's so incredible...
the way that you can...
solve people just by looking at them.
I noticed you don't have any mirrors around here.
And what is that supposed to mean?
It means I think you know a lost cause when you see one.
Tomorrow, I'll arrange for a new companion.
Tonight I've got plans.
Here you go.
Everything your dead shrink had on my dead strangler.
You can... Thank me.
It's dusty.
The guy's been dead for almost two years,
his widow had all of his stuff in storage.
You're lucky she even let me take a look.
According to this, Saldua never told him about the attack on Eileen Reinforth.
It says he had an obsession with red haired women, and a tendence to violence.
Want some?
"Mr. Saldua, now obsessed with his own recovery,
Has taken to recording our sessions with his phone, so he can listen to them again and again."
Did the phone turn up yet?
No.
I'm starting to think he lost it.
Listen, I got to take a leak. Keep an eye on this coat, would you?
"We got to discuss whenever he will shout in front of us...
"Your ass is mine!"
"You're both dead!"
Rage.
He felt rage!
Watson!
Excuse me...
That patient, Saldua, felt rage,
the night he killed Amy Demper,
- He had some measure of control... - I don't care right now, I don't see you, I don't hear you...
Should I speak up?
Shush!
He had some measure of control with Eileen Reinforth, but not with her. Why?
Tell me, what exactly...
is a Xanax tablet like?
Small, white, ovular, why?
Detective Abreu, please.
Shush yourself!
Not even on-key!
- Abreu. - Sherlock Holmes.
Make it quick prince Charles, I was just on my way out.
Pills vial, from Saldua desk, taken into evidence, I need you to find it for me.
Hold on...
Now what?
Pills inside should be white and ovular,
but they're not, are they? They're round and pink.
How did you know?
I need a ride, right now.
I'm in the middle of something.
You were right the other day...
about Eileen Redford.
I had no idea she would respond to you the way that she did.
I just told you I did because...
I was embarassed I lost my temper.
Would I have gotten the truth...
some other way? Of course.
You got me there faster.
Now...
please...
how fast can you get me to Sanbridge Hospital?
Here he is.
You were Peter Saldua's last therapist, were you?
You stopped to treat him when? Eighteen months ago?
Probably just a few weeks before you took your wife into her last plastic surgery.
- Excuse me? - Saldua wanted to fix himself.
Dr. Jessup was his first attempt,
you were a second.
It's quite a bit of luck, that
you, a man with a wife he wanted dead,
stumbling across him,
a man with ossessive personality and an history of violence.
The only problem was of course,
that Amy didn't fit his victims profile, did she?
But you countered for that by pressuring her to alter her appearance, until she did.
Mr. Holmes, right? We met the other day.
The pills vial from Saldua's home, came from you.
Sample from hospital made out,
almost impossible to trace.
He thought he was taking tranquilizers, but he wasn't, he was taking steroids,
That would bring him into a killing frenzy.
A frenzy that made him more and more confused, more violent,
more pliable to give into his terrible compulsions.
I never evenr heard the name Peter Saldua, until the police told me
- he was the man who killed Amy. - Bollocks!
I imagine you took your meetings in odd places, at odd times,
so you never could have been seen together.
And then, when the time was right,
You took advantage of his job as a delivery man, to place him around her.
You arranged for flowers to be sent to the house once a week,
'cause you needed him to see her, you needed him to become...
obsessed with her.
You loaded him like a weapon...
and you pointed him squarely...
at your own wife.
- You're insane. - No, he was insane, doctor!
And you took advantage.
And then after you murdered him,
and made it look like a suicide, you took his phone.
Why? Well, because he take it to record your sessions as well.
A problem? Of course not.
Killing him was always part of the plan, you just took the phone after you've done.
Hypothetically, Mr. Holmes...
a man once had this marriage to a very wealthy wife.
He knows that during the course of their relationship, he signed a prenuptial agreement
that gives him nothing, if he leaves her,
and a living trust that gives him everything, if she dies.
Hypothetically...
wouldn't that man be smarter to look for a way to trigger the clauses
on the second document as opposed to first?
What did he say?
- He said that he did it. - We have to tell the police.
That point...
...we don't have any proof, he knows it.
Give me the car keys.
- What? Why? - The car keys!
Yes!
Better.
- Over there. - Thank you.
Miss Watson, have I told you how much I enjoy your perfume?
Almost makes ​​me forget how much urine is stain in the floor.
I'm sorry.
Not just for your car...
but for the way I spoke to you earlier.
I knew the dead of your patient could have been a sore subject, I just...
Couldn't help yourself.
Yeah, I'm starting to seeing how that's a kind of a thing with you.
I assume you've told my father about what happened tonight?
I'm gonna miss that brown stones...
Actually, you are not.
I spoke with him, and since what you did at the hospital
had nothing to do with drugs,
he's agreed to give you another chance.
You decided to stay on as my companion, haven't you?
He never would have agreed, if you hadn't.
I'm very pleased, Watson.
For myself, of course, but for you.
I happen to think that there's a future for you as an investigator.
I want you to let me in on the rest of the plan.
To get Mantlo.
I know you wouldn't wreck my car unless a personal purpose...
Temper tantrum... Right.
In that case, I want you to tell me about London.
Big place.
- Lots of rain. - I want you to tell me
about what happened to you in London.
- Why is it so important to you? - Because if I'm gonna stay with you,
- I need to know everyting. - Actually, you don't need to know anything.
other than I'm a recovering addicted. You want to know about London,
because you think it will connect us in a meaningful way,
In case you haven't noticed, I don't have meaningful connections.
Why are you smiling?
Because now I know it was a woman.
What makes you say that?
You're trying too hard.
Just like you did the other day, with that tattooed lady.
All that "Sex is repellent" crap.
You can connect to people...
Just frightens you.
My hearing is at 9:00 tomorrow.
I trust, I'll see you there.
You're late, Miss Watson.
My barrister was rubbish.
I need to show you something. This is Peter Saldua's medical file.
Look in the known allergy settings.
Rice Allergy
This was taken...
the morning his body was found.
Weird, right?
No, actually.
Not even a little.
Dr. Mantlo.
Sorry for the wait.
I appreciate you giving me an opportunity
to apologize face to face.
for what happened last night.
I can't promise it'll change my mind about suing the department
over what your consultant did to my car...
But it's a start.
There is a just one thing I wanted to ask you.
Did you ever treat Peter Saldua as a patient?
You have a funny way of saying you're sorry, captain.
It's a simple question, Doctor.
No.
I never treated Peter Saldua. I never even met the man.
Now, if that's it
I am late for an appointment with my attorney.
Detective.
Just wait one second.
You know you're just taking yourself deeper, putting this man in the same room with me?
Dr. Mantlo.
This is a medical form
completed by Peter Saldua for another of his doctors.
- I told you before, Mr. Holmes... - My assistant, Miss Watson,
was cleaning up last night,
when she very astutely noticed that Saldua had a strong allergy to rice.
This is ridiculous.
As I was saying, Miss Watson noticed Saldua's allergy to rice.
so you can imagine her confusion,
when she remembered seeing a sack of this stuff, on one of his shelves.
We also found a credit card receipt
that told us he has bought it exactly two days before his death.
Odd that, right?
Him going to the store, and buying the one thing he's allergic to.
oddest still, it was the same day he stopped using his cell phone.
At first, I thought that was by choice.
Then I remember the overturned washing machine.
All right, Mr. Holmes.
Amaze me.
what does a bag of rice and an overturned washing machine have to do with anything?
I was wrong the other day.
When I accused you of taking Saldua's phone after you murdered him.
You wanted to take it, but couldn't, could you? 'Cause you couldn't find it.
He laundered it, you see?
Left it in his pocket when he put his trousers in the wash.
By the time he realized it was too late,
the phone that he turned into a virtual library of his therapy sessions
was no longer functional.
Furious with himself, and suffering the effects of what he couldn't possibly have known was
a steroids intoxication,
he destroyed the washer in a fate of rage.
Then he went to the nearest grocery, and purchased a bag of rise.
Rice...
As you're apparently not aware, is a natural desiccant.
It can be used to absorb moisture from electronic devices that 've been watered.
And we went to Saldua's home...
this morning and examined...
...his bag of rice.
You'll never guess what we found inside.
Her name is Amy.
and I...
when I see her I get these feelings...
and I...
Please, Dr. Mantlo.
You need to help me.
you need tell me how to stop this self-burning thing!
It's okay, Peter, it's... It's okay, I'm here for you.
Let's try upping your meds and see where that leads us.
There's a drive, deep to centerfield. And it's gonna be...
Yes!
Please go to dinner now.
It's the bottom of the ninth. The Mets are within one, and noone is out.
Ok don't look at me like that, you said you're gonna watch it with me last night
- Before I got hungry...- Well but just because you don't understand something,
doesn't mean it isn't awesome, okay?
Actually, Miss Watson,
I'm quite familiar with the American pastime.
So, for example, that often there Cases in the living room to watch the fights on TV.
They're not "matches".
- They're "games", okay? - Truth to be told,
I find that the science behind the sport is very charming ...
statistical analysis, strategies ...
So, if you'll allow me to save us both a little time...
Pop-up to centre, intentional walk, game ending double play.
Final score: Reds of Cincinnati, three,
Metropolitans of New York, two.
Yeah, alright, nice try...
I'll meet you at the door.
No!
Damn!
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