Elementary

We commend to Almighty God

our brother Warren Pendry.

Earth to earth,

ashes to ashes,

dust to dust.

The Lord bless him and keep him,

the Lord lift up his countenance upon him, and give him...

If the Lord had any sense at all,

he would kick Warren Pendry right up his ass

and send him to a very warm place indeed.

This is a private ceremony.

Leave now.

There's an injunction against you.

You can't be here.

Not until I've paid my respects, Lawrence.

So you prefer to be arrested?

No, no, I'd prefer,

if you don't mind,

to finish my business!

No, no, no, no,

ladies and gentlemen, please.

Don't go! Don't run away!

I'm an officer of the law!

Or at least I was an officer of the law,

until this man's dearly departed father

set an army of solicitors upon me,

and they did a dance on my reputation, did they not?

You ruined your own career.

This man, ladies and gentlemen,

this man standing before you,

he murdered his own wife Mary,

and this sorry

sack of bones spent God knows how much money

slandering me for trying to bloody prove it!

My case against you, Lawrence,

might be in tatters,

but that doesn't mean that he gets to go in the ground

without somebody standing up

and saying what he truly, truly was.

Hello, Warren.

It's me.

Lestrade.

You thought you took the you-know-what

out of me, didn't you?

You were wrong.

You're supposed to be at a meeting.

You receive my text?

"In pursuit of pigeons.

Need you Washington Square Park ASAP."

What does that mean, exactly?

As I sat in that church basement,

the droning of my fellow addicts

had a powerful hypnotic effect.

I had a breakthrough.

The problem at hand:

three U.S. Attorneys

have been murdered in the last year,

all of them involved in the prosecution

of a syndicate of pirates.

Yes, I know. I'm working on the case, too.

Well, precision in all things, Watson.

When one is constructing a geometric proof,

one must occasionally review the givens.

We believe a man called Jeromir Tomsa

has been hired by the Syndicate

to carry out these murders.

But we have no evidence

linking him to the crimes or the Syndicate.

We have no idea how they are communicating.

Had no idea, I should say.

What, you figured it out?

They use carrier pigeons.

Carrier pigeons.

I staked out Tomsa's apartment,

Lo and behold, he had a visit from a bird

with a message strapped round its foot.

He read the message, he scrawled a reply,

and he set the beast free.

I tracked it here.

You can follow a pigeon?

You can.

Now it's just a question of waiting to see

who comes along to read the message.

We'll have our connection.

Hey, watch it!

You've been tending to your self-defense.

Well done.

Department's got six guys grinding this case,

and you broke it open by following a bird.

Mm. Lost track of it now, though.

It's a shame to see all that training go to waste.

What are you gonna do with a carrier pigeon?

You know what?

I don't want to know. Happy hunting.

Ms. Watson, can I take a statement?

Sherlock Holmes.

Y-Yes, I'm fine, thank you.

What?

Oh, yes, of course.

Straightaway.

Do you have a current passport?

Uh, yes. Why?

Before I came to New York, I worked with

an Inspector Lestrade at Scotland Yard.

Just been informed he's got himself in a spot of trouble.

Needs my help.

To give it to him,

you and I will need to go to London.

My relationship with Lestrade started as a marriage

of convenience.

When it came to those at Scotland Yard

who agreed to work with me, he was the best

of a bad bunch.

He gave me access to sensitive cases,

I gave him answers.

You never mentioned him before.

We were never really that close.

Besides the fact that as a detective,

he was utterly adequate.

I could, at times, be quite cutting

in regards to his limitations.

I was a different person back then; I was less warm.

Hmm. Less?

Because I prefer to work in anonymity,

the glory of my casework was accrued to him.

Over the years, he became

accustomed to the spotlight.

Inevitably, he began to... crave it.

You might say I turned him into an addict.

Unfortunately for him,

by that time, I was myself

wrestling with my own far less metaphorical

addictions.

So...

he was exposed.

You feel guilty.

I'm well aware of the corrupting power of the spotlight.

I avoid it at all costs,

and yet I-I offered Lestrade up to it

like a sacrificial lamb.

Was he the one who called you?

Nope. DCI Hopkins.

Another ex-colleague.

He said, uh,

Lestrade had got himself into a spot of trouble,

issued a few threats.

The police have had trouble locating him,

so our mutual friend

thought I might be able to lend a hand.

It sounds like this is very personal.

Are you sure you want me to come along?

Well, without you, the airline might

seat me next to a morbidly obese person.

Or a child.

Or a morbidly obese child.

You know, when I first started working with you,

you mentioned that you left London in disgrace.

Have you thought about what it's gonna be like

when you go back there?

I'm a different man now, Watson.

It's a different city.

London is always a different city.

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You know, I was thinking, since we're in London,

this might be a good opportunity

to work on step nine.

Step nine?

You think I should start making amends

to people I have harmed now?

Well, this... this Lestrade guy

seems like he qualifies.

Holmes.

DCI Hopkins.

Good to see you.

Good God, man.

You look exactly the same. As do you.

Save for the fact that you've gained

exactly one and a quarter stone

and your hairline's receded half a centimeter.

Hey, you're slipping.

I've gained exactly one and a half stone.

Oh, I'm not slipping;

I've just grown more courteous.

His name's Lawrence Pendry.

Son of Warren Pendry.

British media mogul.

Owns half the papers in England.

Owned.

Died last week, heart attack.

But we'll get to that.

13 months ago, Lawrence here,

he dialed 999 to say that

he and his wife walked in on

an armed intruder in their home.

There was a struggle between Lawrence and the man,

and the man's weapon fired, killing Mary.

Lestrade caught the case,

and he took an instant dislike