Elementary

Hey, are you gonna get that or...

Hey, Sherlock's asleep.

I wasn't sure if I should get the door.

I'm Gwen-- you're the companion, right?

Yes.

Guess I should go get dressed.

Sorry, I wasn't sure if you wanted me

to get...

Oh, you're not Sherlock.

You're the companion, right?

Yes.

I'm Olivia. It's nice to meet you.

I think I just met your sister.

Did she mention what time our car service is getting here?

No.

You should get the door.

There's crepes downstairs if you want.

Good morning.

Well, if you must know, Watson, the Lynch sisters and I enjoy

a mutually beneficial relationship.

"If I must know?" I didn't ask.

I need to study the difference between two specimens born

into the world with exactly the same genetic material.

In the Lynches case, there are seven major ones.

And they get...

I... didn't... ask.

If that's for me, I'm not here.

I'm going back to bed,

after I see the Lynches off.

Good morning.

Does, um, Sherlock Holmes live here?

I was referred here

by an old colleague of his in London.

He said I might have to try more than once.

Good advice. Would you please tell him

that I need to speak with him?

Why don't you tell him yourself.

Casterly Rock Security.

The world's foremost maker of bank vaults.

And you, Mr. Erlich, are the president and head engineer.

I am familiar with your work. Crepe?

Bye, Sherlock.

If you know our work, you know that

we introduced a new flagship product in 2009.

The Leviathan. Yes.

The safe that you marketed as impregnable.

Did you people learn nothing from the Titanic?

Bye, Sherlock.

Your company introduced a supposedly unbreakable safe

in 2009, and then paid the price for your hubris

when The Leviathan was plundered within the calendar year.

Thank you.

The four men who robbed that bank, they were brilliant.

A once-in-a-lifetime assembly of criminal talent.

Now, eventually all four were caught and convicted,

but none of them talked.

We did what we could to improve the product, but the chance

of another four criminals that bright collaborating again?

And yet, here you sit.

The Svalbard Diamond Exchange was robbed last night.

They're missing $40 million in stones.

Stones protected by your vault.

The Leviathan has a seven-figure price tag.

If somebody finds out that another one's been compromised

and we don't know how, we're done.

Well, the police must be looking into who robbed your vault.

I take it the "how" is where I come in?

I think that there must have been a fifth conspirator.

Someone the other thieves never told us about.

Poppycock.

The height of intellectual vanity.

If one group of people can figure out

to get past your vault,

so can a second... No, you don't understand.

We have six layers of bleeding-edge security,

redundancy at every step.

And if a second group can, so can a third.

If you want to know the answer,

just take me to the diamond exchange.

We'll talk fee on the way,

although I'm not sure I have

a rate for a job that's only gonna take an hour or two.

The security upstairs is

rather rudimentary.

I take it anything of value is stowed in the vault,

after hours.

Mr. Erlich.

The police said that your consultant

can't see the vault till they're done.

I'm also a consultant with the NYPD, Mister...?

Batonvert, David Batonvert. I'm the floor manager here.

I can assure you I know how to conduct myself

at a crime scene, Mr. Batonvert.

Your name means "green stick" in French.

Uh, yeah?

So, you have a motion sensor

embedded in the ceiling, a light sensor on the wall.

Cardboard box can take care of the motion sensor.

The light detector they would mask with simple black tape.

They made short work of that lock.

Body heat sensor in the ceiling could be coated with hair spray,

buy a little time, which brings us to...

the door itself, yes.

She is beautiful, hmm.

This lock is not pickable.

That key is, what, a foot long?

The tumblers are weighted so they cannot be manipulated

with a pick.

You could, of course,

put a tiny camera on this fire extinguisher.

If you knew an excellent locksmith,

you could provide an image of the key,

have it duplicated.

Clever, but we already knew that.

Ten-digit access code?

Yes, it's provided by a random number generator

that's hardwired into the system.

The code changes every two minutes.

Who has the code?

It appears on a key fob that the owner carries.

If you want to get in there, he's got to read it to you.

He's in Gstaad right now.

He's had the fob on him the whole time.

You could attack the random number generator,

make it spit out a pattern, so you could predict the code.

The number generator is working perfectly.

I'm gonna need a little time with this.

What are you doing down here?

Stress testing the keypad.

You think there'd be some tell in the keys themselves.

No, I mean, what are you still doing down here?

You said you were gonna be gone two hours.

It's been all day. Has it?

How stubborn are you gonna be about this?

Uh, excuse me? We're closing now.

Green Stick, do you want your diamonds back or not?

Oh, she thinks she's a clever one, doesn't she?

Who's she?

Her. What time is it?

She generates an ocean of pure randomness,

and she wants you to just lose hope and drown

in all those numbers, but I can see the horizon line.

I can tread water.

Stop.

It is 2:00 in the morning.

You've been down here for almost, what, 17 hours?

So? So.

I'm supposed to meet my mother for brunch in the morning.

Not spending the night in a bank vault. So, go then.

I'm not gonna leave you down here like this either.

In A.A., they'd say you're on a dry drunk.

You're indulging in all the obsessions of addiction

without actually using drugs, so are you gonna admit

that you can't think your way past that vault door

or am I gonna have to smash the fire alarm

and get us both dragged out of here?

You're absolutely right, Watson.

I can sometimes disappear into the rabbit hole of my psyche.

Okay, good, then you're ready to go.

Would you mind terribly if I just tried

one more idea before we leave?

It'll only take a minute. Fine.

What are you doing?!

Oh, my God, put that down!

Put that down!

Before you say anything,

I would like to remind you that I'm holding an ax.

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Did you give the people at Casterly Rock

my cell phone number as your contact info?

Well, I didn't want them to call me.

Yeah, well, they're wondering who took an ax to their vault.

Apparently the repair bill's gonna be huge.

Cost of doing business.

They'll get over it when I figure this out.

We need to figure out

who broke into the safe; that's the way that we'll learn

how it happened.

It wasn't an inside job.

Everyone at Casterly Rock who knew

how to get into that thing has given an alibi.

And I can't see how the original thieves

would've needed a fifth conspirator.

The four of them had all the tools they needed

between them.

No, obvious what happened.

One of the original team sold the recipe

for breaching The Leviathan to an outside party.

That's obvious?

When you've eliminated the impossible, whatever remains,

however improbable, is the truth.

And what's impossible here is that you couldn't break

into the safe, but someone else could.

In other worlds, you are the smartest man in the world.

Waiting for you to chime in and say that's ridiculous.

You'd think it would be easy to get one of the four

original team to admit that they sold the secret on.

But Carter Averill,

the man who organized the heist died in prison last year,

and the other three have yet to respond to my request