Elementary

Previously on Elementary...

You work for Sherlock.

I don't work for anyone. I'm his new partner.

The training I'm attempting to provide her

is the same training I provided you.

It is, in part, an attempt to channel certain

residual feelings that she has into a productive skill.

You think that Kitty needs help above and beyond my mentorship.

She's a rape victim. She was kept and tortured.

I got a nice little surprise. Stotz is leaving the force.

Glad to hear it all worked out.

What did you say to him? Does it matter?

I'm folding my private detective business

and I'm going to go work for Leda.

An insurance company.

Captain. A body just turned up--

I need you at the scene.

Her name is Melanie Vilkas.

24 years old.

And the reason I couldn't bring Kitty with me?

They're the same markings I saw in those files

you gave me. The same ones that are on Kitty's back.

The man who hurt her is here in New York.

Yeah, the view's not bad, right?

Not bad, no.

But, please, make yourself at home.

We want you to be as comfortable here at Leda

as you were at your old job.

I'll try, but how do you guys

feel about pj's at the office?

Well, there's been talk of expanding casual Fridays.

Oh, Del, I cannot

thank you enough for this opportunity.

Or this office-- it's incredible.

Well, it comes with a big job.

I-I don't want to scare you, but

our in-house investigation unit's

got a little complacent.

But I have a feeling you're gonna give 'em

a great shot in the arm.

Well, I can't wait to get started.

Well, at least we know the tech people

got your company phone activated.

Actually, it's Sherlock. We talked about him

during the interview process.

The ex-partner.

Sorry, if I don't tell him to stop, he probably won't.

Um, Sherlock, now is not a great time to t...

Watson.

I thought today was the day. To start work.

I asked her to be here.

For you.

The man who took you in London.

He's come here. To New York.

How do you...

How do you know?

Early this morning, the body of a woman named Melanie Vilkas

was found on a pier in Gantry Plaza. She had been

blindfolded with duct tape.

The flesh on her back was branded.

Every aspect of the attack on you

had been replicated identically.

It's him.

He is serial after all.

How did it end?

Blunt force trauma. She died from internal injuries.

He's never left a body before.

That you and I were able to discern, no.

We assumed that, in the event his crimes were recurrent,

he took great care to dispose of his victims.

But it seems in this case, the body was meant to be found.

Sherlock and I have been talking.

We don't think it's a coincidence.

You think he's found me?

If he has, he's made a grave mistake. Watson

and I intend to capitalize on it.

You and Watson? I know you've always seen yourself

in pursuit, but that's turned around now.

He clearly has plans for you.

He has announced himself.

Captain Gregson's already assigned plainclothes details

to the brownstone, but you don't have to stay.

Obviously, the decision is yours,

but I am of the opinion you should not.

We have any number of safe houses at our disposal.

Alternatively, you could return to London

and stay at Baker Street or with your family.

I'm not going anywhere. This is why I became a detective--

to hunt this man. I'm ready.

Clearly, he feels prepared for the encounter as well.

When you and I looked for him in London, there was nothing.

The trail was cold, and it's not cold anymore.

There's nothing I wouldn't give to find him.

Nothing.

A woman

goes missing three days ago, and

you've got one page of notes?

Is that how you guys do it at the 8th,

Whitaker?

Melanie Vilkas' parents come in.

The first thing they tell me is how much they hate

their daughter's fiancé.

This kid, Brandon Powell.

All right? She's been with him since high school.

Mom and Dad wanted her to take a little time,

see what else was out there.

She doesn't return a couple of phone calls one day--

boom, they're down at the station

filling out a missing person's report

and pointing the finger.

To be honest, I thought she was

taking a break from them.

Did you talk to the fiancé? I got

why Dad wasn't a fan.

But I never read “creep” from the guy.

Obviously, I got it wrong.

You think the fiancé did this.

She was left with all her jewelry, right?

Mm-mm.

Her engagement ring was missing. How do I know?

Dad complained about that, too.

It was the fiancé's grandmother's.

A family heirloom. Only there wasn't a diamond.

It was an emerald instead.

Mom and Dad must've finally gotten through to her.

She told Powell it was over,

he killed her, took his ring back.

Respectfully, Detective,

your indolence is not excused by the existence

of a prospect force-fed by the victim's family.

You said they're consultants?

They're the investigators

who are gonna be cleaning up after you.

We're taking over here.

I'll call your C.O. and make it official right now.

The fiancé doesn't even have a passport. He's innocent.

You know, not that it's any of my business now,

but what the hell's the difference

the kid doesn't have a passport?

Because I got these in London.

The man who did it had me locked in a room

for three days before I got away.

That's who we're looking for.

That's who you spent the last three days not looking for.

Trust me when I say it...

felt much longer to her.

Aah!

Quiet now.

I promise you it will get worse.

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Look at the hair color, the bone structure.

Tell me you don't see a resemblance?

So the killer had a type.

Or perhaps he's just stuck on the one that got away.

All that he's done here-- from his choice of victim

to her placement-- signals an intent to make this personal.

You must resist the urge to follow his lead.

Most of the facts that we have are from my case in London.

That detective from the other precinct hadn't got much further

than how to spell Melanie Vilkas' name.

We have all manner of data from the victim's

cell phone, thanks to her provider.

They're a thousand Dutch angle landscapes and texts

with her roommate-- they're hardly

a treasure trove. I disagree.

The camera roll indicates

that this photograph was taken just ten days ago.

So we have a recent photo. This is not a missing person's case.

It's her only self-portrait.

Taken one week before she disappeared.

Given the narcissism that consumes the modern epoch,

a solitary selfie is a minor miracle.

Melanie Vilkas

was a modest beauty.

So why, then, did she suddenly decide

to turn her much-used camera on herself?

Perhaps she decided

to finally heed her parents' advice.

What if, before rushing into marriage,

she planned to see if there were indeed...

other fish in the sea?

You think she needed a profile picture

for a dating Web site.

Well, that's an easy enough theory to test.

Dating sites are as searchable as databases get.

They are also

virtual menus for men like the one we seek.

I'm sorry she's dead, okay?

But I never even met this girl.

If you're gonna sit there and lie to us, Ron,

we're gonna have a rough time here.

Your brief courtship of Melanie Vilkas

You came on strong,

like Flaubert with an emoji addiction.

That was just... It was all online.

Yeah, we can read.

You two agreed to meet up at Park Slope

at Mobius Tavern on Monday night.

You want to guess when she went missing?

Our colleague left a short while ago