Elementary

Roses, a dozen.

I know.

He said he was heading to his girlfriend's house

and she cancelled on him.

No, didn't even tell me his name.

Just said he didn't want them to go to waste.

It was nice.

It's been a lousy week.

Maybe things are finally turning around.

Tragic news out of Manhattan this evening,

where a young woman was pushed in front of a subway train.

Seriously, you guys have, like,

the cutest kids in New York.

It's true.

Who knew these guys back in college

would be such a baby factory?

Me, I did.

Right after I caught them having sex in my bed.

One time, freshman year.

You must move on.

Yeah, and let's be honest,

that is the most action that bed saw all year.

Ouch.

Are you going to be able to make it

to Sammy's birthday party on Saturday?

2:00, yes.

I am wrapping up with my client on Friday

and I may be able to help and come set up.

How is that going, by the way?

The companionship thing.

If by "thing", you mean career,

it is going really well.

I-I-I don't know, I've worked with some amazing people.

I think it's incredible, what you're doing.

I mean, you walk away from being a doctor,

find a new way to help people?

Same old Jo.

Sweet.

To Joan. To Joan.

And the baby.

And the baby!

Oh, sorry, guys, this is, um, one of the rehab facilities

that, um, refers me to other clients.

I should take it.

I'll be right back.

This is Joan Watson.

Joan, this is Dr. Caruso at Hemdale.

I sent you a case file a little while ago.

I was wondering if you had a chance to look at it?

I'm just opening it right now.

The patient in question

completes his stay with us on Monday.

His father expressed some concerns about life post-rehab,

so, I recommended a companion.

He looked at some resumes and chose you.

So, can I tell him the interest is mutual?

Sure, I just have one question.

Uh, what kind of name is Sherlock?

I can't do this.

Ah, just shut it off.

Can't let the noise get to you.

You know this. I know.

But you did better with the lock this time.

It only took you six seconds.

How weird is this?

You're Sherlock's sponsor

and I'm his sober--

well, I was his sober companion-- until recently.

And now you're teaching me how to break into cars.

You want to do the kind of work he does.

Besides, every hour I spend with you,

he's got to do two with me.

How's that going?

He's good.

He's in a good place.

Happier since you decided to work with him.

Hey, I gotta go.

I'll give you a ride.

I heard from my father this morning.

Really?

Not the man himself, of course.

One of his minions.

Apparently, he's holding me to the bargain

that we struck when I borrowed that pittance from him.

If you're referring to the $2.2 million

that you borrowed to pay off the kidnapping ransom,

I'd say that's a little more than a pittance.

I foiled that kidnapper.

Every penny was accounted for and returned.

Yeah, but still.

You're off his teats now, Watson,

you can stop taking his side.

What did he want?

Uh, to meet with one of his many attorneys

this morning and discuss work of an investigative nature.

Knowing Father, the man is a shyster's shyster.

You know, Dad once helped defending a client

who was equal parts Adolf Hitler and Bernie Madoff.

Hey, does your father know that I'm still here

and that we're working together now?

Why would he care?

I don't know, I was just curious.

You're an aspiring detective now, Watson.

Apply your curiosity to your cases.

Impressive.

I know; I could look at this all day.

No, I was talking about the glass.

It's... bullet-proof.

Six-inch glass-clad polycarbonate, hmm.

Mr. Holmes.

Philip Armistead.

Do you know that "shyster"

is German for "one who defecates"?

And this is my assistant Rebecca.

So, let's cut to the proverbial chase, shall we?

How much slime will my associate and I

have to wade through in order to help you?

My father said you were in need of my services.

You're an attorney, you work for him, he values you:

three good reasons to assume

that the work we will have to do will be vile.

Actually, I was hoping you might be able to help Rebecca.

My sister Callie...

she went missing almost six months ago.

I'm worried her husband may have done something to her.

Uh, I guess I should start with "I'm sorry."

I hate that I can't say these things to you face-to-face.

It's just...

I don't love you anymore, Drew.

And it hurts to say that, you don't know how much.

I care about you, I want you to be happy,

but I need to be happy, too.

And I thought that I could tough it out

and give us both a little more time.

But then that woman got pushed in front of a subway train

the other day-- the woman with the flowers--

and, I don't know, I couldn't stop thinking about her.

Life is too short to stay with someone

who doesn't make you happy.

So, uh, I'm going to go away for a little while.

I don't know where and I-I don't know for how long.

I just know that I need some time.

Maybe, someday, you'll find it

in your heart to forgive me.

When my brother-in-law Drew first showed me the video,

I didn't question it.

Callie had always been a little fragile.

Packing up her stuff and hiding out for a while,

that sounded like her.

But then after the days started turning into weeks,

I got suspicious.

The marriage was... troubled?

Callie had left him once before.

That was about a year and a half ago.

What happened?

I don't know. Callie didn't even tell me

she'd done it till a few weeks later,

and by then, she and Drew were back together.

And I tried to get her to talk about it,

but she said it was all in the past.

She was like that--

she kept everything bottled up; private.

So, when she didn't return my phone calls

after Drew showed me the video, I wasn't surprised.

After a few weeks, Rebecca went to the police.

They tried to locate Callie via her cell phone,

credit card, e-mail records,

but they came up empty.

She hadn't used any of them since before she disappeared.

They questioned Drew, but he managed to convince them

the video was authentic.

Oh, you-you think it's a fake?

I think things were bad between Drew and my sister.

He could've forced her to make the video

so that, after he killed her,

he could show it to the police and convince them

that she'd run away.

Which he did.

There's also the trunk.

It was our grandmother's.

My father willed it to me before he died.

My apartment is tiny, so I let Callie

keep it at her place.

The deal was,

she would give it to me if I ever moved.

The first time that I went

to see Drew after she disappeared,

I realized that the trunk was gone, too.

He claimed that she took it with her,

but I know that she would never do that.

I told the police that I think he did what he did.

And he used the trunk to get rid of her.

I've had the firm's top investigators

on this for months.

They haven't managed to come up with anything.

I happened to speak with your father the other day,

and he recommended I reach out to you.

Would you excuse us for just one moment?

Come on.

That woman could not be more wrong