Elementary

What do you think?

Not your color. Pretty sure this is

the only color that platypus skulls come in.

I'll take it.

Anyway, told you, it's not for me, it's for Sherlock.

He's into stuff like this.

You name a kid something like Sherlock, you pretty much

guarantee he's gonna be into stuff like that.

Actually, his name is the least odd thing about him.

I'm gonna have to introduce you one of these days.

I'm hoping this little guy will distract him for a while.

He's been bored.

No interesting murder cases in the last couple of weeks.

Oh, poor thing.

You know, if you guys are really looking for something to do...

Yeah?

Nothing. It's embarrassing, actually.

Oh, is it?

Look, I was thinking about you last week

and I was gonna call you, and I...

I'm trying to find a guy that I lost track of.

Uh-huh.

A one-night stand.

Jennifer Sayles!

I met him after one of our girls' nights, actually.

Do you remember, like, a year ago, drinks in Midtown,

and you bailed early?

Well, I ended up at this little bar on 42nd,

and... I met Tony.

Okay, does Tony have a last name?

Look, I know that he's a photojournalist,

I know that he is amazing and that we just clicked.

It wasn't just a drunken thing. It wasn't, I'm telling you.

After the bar, we went to a gallery opening,

and then we ended up back at my place.

The whole night, it was just... perfect.

It was like a movie.

Except he had a flight first thing in the morning.

Some job in Paris for a couple of months.

We didn't even exchange numbers.

Jen, I have to be honest.

I mean, if all you have is a first name,

I don't even know where I'd begin.

Anyway, this isn't the kind of thing that Sherlock and I do.

Yeah, but you're great at this, right?

You're great at it, and, Joan, I swear,

I would never, ever ask you to help me with

something so mortifying

if I didn't think that this guy might really be the one.

What you are describing is not a case, it is

a wild goose chase, only at the end of a proper goose chase

you get to eat a delicious goose... in this instance,

ur friend gets to find out that some sweaty Lothario

is not the man of her dreams.

Do you want to help me or not?

You are a consulting detective, you are my partner.

The work you are describing falls somewhere between

photographing philandering spouses and finding a lost cat.

I urge you to have some professional pride.

I do. Okay, she's my friend, and she asked me for my help.

Anyway, it's not like we have anything better to work on.

We have cold cases, dozens of them.

You have been looking at these for days,

and so far the only things you have solved are the theft

of a penny-farthing bicycle and a nonfatal arson case

which is older than my father.

You have not left the house in a week,

and you're beginning to smell like old mimeographs.

Be that as it may,

I'm quite certain that we can do better

than helping your friend find an MIA pickup artist.

How? Sometimes, Watson,

when one wants a diamond, one must resort

to digging in a diamond mine.

For future reference, a morgue is not a diamond mine.

It's better.

Diamonds are just pressed coal; corpses have stories, secrets.

You said you had an "in" here.

A certain deputy medical examiner who can be relied

upon to allow me access.

And he's okay with letting a civilian waltz in here

to shop for a wrongful death he might have missed because...?

Because he's so competitive, it borders on illness.

Let me guess...

somebody wants an ass-kicking?

First time for everything, I suppose.

This is Joan Watson, my partner.

This is Dr. Eugene Hawes, my sparring partner.

Oh, it's nice to meet you. You, too.

Usual stakes?

My cash against your corpses.

Ponziani? You think you can

come in here with that weak stuff?

0 for 19... I think it's time to call it a day.

I'm seriously starving, and that is something

that should not be happening in here.

Well, there's a vending machine down the hall,

and at least a dozen more bodies, so we have the makings

of a lovely evening.

Right, this is Leo... Banin.

Killed when his motorcycle

veered across the yellow line

into an oncoming minivan.

The driver of that vehicle, a Melissa Aguire...

was also killed.

Nope, there's no mystery there.

The head wound is the cause of death

and the reason we have helmet laws.

We have a case. Sherlock,

nobody killed this man.

No. But the day he died,

he murdered someone else.

* Elementary 2x05 * Ancient History Original Air Date on October 24, 2013

== sync, corrected by elderman == @elder_man

You know, we got a lot going on here. We always do.

If you're looking for entertainment,

you don't need to go shopping at the morgue.

I reviewed your open cases... Sisyphean drudge work.

Nothing half as interesting as what we have found.

A traffic fatality?

A professional hit man.

His driver's license identified him as Leo Banin.

According to his obituary,

he was happily married, a deacon at his church,

and an RN at a retirement home.

But before that, he was a member

of the Rukovskaya Bratva.

eight-pointed star.

Detective Bell was kind enough to run Mr. Banin's fingerprints

through the international database. Leo Banin

started life as Vitaly Andropov,

an assassin for the Bratva's

Polish outfit. Interpol believes him responsible

for a string of gruesome killings

in the Warsaw Wesola district dating back to 2005.

Later that year, Leo Banin

sprang into existence.

He began a quiet life as a nurse in Queens,

got married shortly thereafter, hasn't been heard from since.

Well, that makes sense.

When you get tired of killing people in Warsaw,

you retire to a place like Jackson Heights.

I don't believe he did retire.

At least not permanently.

These cuts on the side of his palms,

they are uniform, a perfect matched pair.

He was wearing gloves when he lost control of his motorcycle

and slammed into oncoming traffic.

I don't think that those are a result of the crash.

I once apprehended a serial killer

in Kensington who strung his guitar

with six different murder weapons.

He had scars on his hands very similar to those.

Leo's wounds are raw.

I think he garroted someone the day he died.

Well, not a bad bet, considering that was his M.O. in Warsaw.

Oh, and now in New York.

Whoever he killed, do you think he did it on Bratva's orders?

That's one possibility.

There's just one problem.

Unless you have a garroted corpse

I'm not aware of,

you don't have a victim.

If you don't have a corpse

or a missing persons report, you don't have a case.

Which is precisely why

we intend to speak to the assassinurse's wife.

We're hoping she might be able

to cast some light on the situation.

Of course I knew the tattoo.

I knew he came here to get away from an unhappy life in Poland.

A bad life.

I didn't know he...

I can't believe Leo was a killer.

Were you aware of his real name... Vitaly?

His name, to me, was Leo.

That was his real name.

Can you think of anyone that your husband may have...

wanted to harm?

Someone he'd argued with?

You don't know my husband.

Talk to our neighbors, our friends.

He was a wonderful man.

An hour before the accident,

he called me to say he loved me.

Did he give you that necklace?

We met at the church.

Whatever you say

my husband was, that was the past.

Finding God changed him.

I see he got a medical administration degree

a year ago.

It was our dream to open

a senior care center.

He had partners to help.

We were finding investors.

This was his life.

Respectfully, Mrs. Banin...

your husband was a killer in Poland.

A few days ago, he killed again.