Elementary

Looks like a standard car alarm.

Go ahead and disarm it.

ODIN (deep male voice) : You have approached Odin.

Your photograph has been taken

and forwarded to the authorities.

You have ten seconds to back away.

Ten.

Nine.

Eight...

It's a talking car alarm.

They are the pet rock of automotive security;

they are a gimmick.

They were a gimmick.

I can't crack it.

You have approached Odin.

Your photograph has been taken

and forwarded to the author--

The sensor's field extends a full 360 degrees?

Well, it's an interesting problem.

I appreciate the help.

I'll leave it here.

We gotta go.

Meeting starts in 20.

Doing battle with Odin

seems like a more stimulating way to spend an hour to me.

I'm not skipping a meeting.

I don't think you should, either.

What's going on with you?

Been bailing on meetings

and then when you do show, you never talk.

Your enthusiasm for the program

never waxes and wanes?

Sure it does. But I still go.

My name's Shauna Milius.

I used to work with Joan Watson.

This is her address, right?

It was. She no longer lives here, sorry.

Can you tell me where she went?

I want to hire her.

One second.

Duty calls, Alfredo.

I'll let you know when I've defeated Odin.

About that...

While I was waiting for you downstairs,

I stashed a few of the sensors around the place.

Just to keep the problem fresh in your mind.

Excuse me.

It's my friend, Marissa Ledbetter.

We started as O.R. nurses on the same day.

We've been close since.

Last week, she finished up a shift

and told me she was headed home.

None of her neighbors saw her come into the building.

Nobody's seen her since.

I'm sorry. Marissa's parents

are down in Florida. They're not well enough to travel,

so I've kind of been keeping track of things.

You made some notes based on your conversations

with the detectives? May I?

It says here she used her credit card

at a bodega on West 44th Street

shortly after leaving hospital.

Where does Marissa live?

Cobble Hill.

Right. And you and her work

at Watson's old hospital in the West Village. Yes?

Hell's Kitchen is hardly on the way home

from the West Village to Brooklyn.

Is anyone looking into this?

They think maybe Marissa owed money to some bad people.

They were pretty fixated on that.

Money-lenders to not want their indigent clients to disappear;

they want them to work and make money.

It's a game of chance, going to the police,

but you're in good hands now.

You have approached Odin.

Your photograph has been taken

and forwarded... Disregard this.

...to the authorities. I'm doing a favor for a friend.

You have ten seconds to back away.

So someone I used to work with is missing,

another old colleague friend

tries to hire me to look into it,

and somehow, Sherlock winds up on the case.

He just sort of slipped into it.

I think he did it mostly to get out of

going to a meeting with Alfredo.

He wants us to catch up on the case file

while he looks into something.

I've circled something on the first page.

Looks like Marissa received a payment of $150,000

right before she disappeared.

What is "Purgatorium, Incorporated"?

It's a company

based in Luxembourg, founded a month ago.

There's no information about them anywhere.

Luxembourg's a tax haven, apparently,

so the police can't find out

anything about the people that founded it.

Well, you said on the phone

that Marissa had debts,

but this is hardly the same thing

as a payday loan joint.

What did Sherlock say about it?

He doesn't know about it yet.

He's looking into the last place that she used her credit card.

It's Sherlock.

What does he say?

I don't know.

These abbreviations that he uses...

"At 748 West 45th Street.

"In rear. Bring Watson.

Wear sensible shoes."

So why did you want us to meet you

in the alleyway behind a bar?

Not just any bar.

This Dumpster services Vladi's.

It's the kind of establishment which,

despite the rapidly gentrifying neighborhood around it,

still manages to attract

a thoroughly seedy clientele.

Pins in this padlock

were too heavy for my lock picks, so...

I'm not getting in there

until you tell me what it is I'm looking for.

When I was investigating the, uh...

the area around the bodega

where Marissa Ledbetter last used her credit card,

I couldn't help noticing that this place

is subject to

a litany of complaints

from the neighbors.

Noise complaints,

public urination, that kind of thing.

One stood out.

A couple of days ago, two businesses complained of a f...

Oof.

...a foul smell

coming from this Dumpster.

It does smell awful,

but isn't it supposed to smell awful?

Yeah.

It's rancid... ugh!

I'm sorry, Watson.

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So you found this on her body?

It's a list of dosages.

Marissa was a nurse.

It doesn't look like

an official hospital communication.

I've sent Kitty to St. Andrew's

with a photograph of that.

I'm curious as to whether it has

anything to do with her work there.

You all right, Watson?

I know you were

acquainted with Ms. Ledbetter.

Well, I hadn't seen her in a long time,

but she was a really sweet person.

We're all done.

Your friend died shortly after she went missing.

She was, uh, struck in the head about a dozen times,

before someone wrapped their hands around her neck

and squeezed.

I'm sorry.

Was there any evidence on the body?

She had someone else's DNA under her fingernails.

She must have scratched her attacker,

trying to fight him off.

I had someone at the lab run

a preliminary check on the DNA.

It matches a sample someone left

when they applied for a job at the DA's Office.

Guy's name is Christopher Jacoby.

So, we have the probable killer's name

and his DNA.

He has a current address on file, too.

Watson, if you like, I could...

give your friend the bad news.

Oh, I'll do it. Thanks.

Detective Bell, let us know when you have the killer in custody.

Yeah, hold on. I'm, uh...

checking something on the department intranet.

Jacoby... Jacoby...

I knew I recognized that name.

It keeps coming up in our briefings.

He's missing, too.

His wife filed a report

last Wednesday.

I'm sorry.

You're saying Chris is a suspect in a murder?

Well, his DNA was found

under the fingernails of the victim.

It looks like it happened around the same time

your husband went missing.

There has to be a mistake.

Chris is a kind man.

Did he know a woman named Marissa Ledbetter?

Not that he mentioned.

Well, according to the report