Elementary

Sherlock, you home?

I think we need a new bulb in the foyer.

Tell me where Holmes is,

and I'll let you live.

You looking for this?

I'm going to ask you one more time.

Where is Holmes?

That's pathetic.

Sherlock?

Now you hit me. Seriously?

What is your damage?

Look, given that you were held at gunpoint

in this very room little over a week ago,

I thought, perhaps, a test of your

ability to defend yourself was in order.

It was.

You have much to learn about the art of self-preservation.

Okay, if you ever do that again, I swear...

You'll what? Fall over again?

Look, the work I do is dangerous.

You know this,

yet you insist on accompanying me

virtually everywhere I go.

Last week, a violent criminal

infiltrated this brownstone while I wasn't here.

Hmm? How? You opened the door for him.

He was a federal agent.

Right, they never do anything wrong, hmm?

Realizing that you were in physical danger

was difficult for me.

If anything ever happened to you,

I'm not sure I could forgive myself.

Okay, this is not how you express concern

for someone that you want to keep safe.

Quite right, so I've reached out

to a handful of martial artists

who reside in the city, each one of them

an expert in his or her fighting style.

My hope is some combination of them

will agree to train you.

In the meantime, you should expect

more guerilla-style tests of your ability

to fight back.

You have been warned.

This is Captain Gregson.

Leave a message.

Hey, Captain, it's Bell.

Uh, sorry to call so late,

but I thought you would want to know

the Rodriguez thing is taken care of.

He finally copped to that holdup in Queens.

I'm headed home now.

I'll bring you up to speed in the morning.

== sync, corrected by elderman ==

We're still waiting for ballistics to come back,

but inital indications are

that this was done with a semiautomatic MP5.

The MP5 meets all the requirements

for a good, old-fashioned drive-by.

It can be held with one hand by a lone driver,

it has a large magazine,

and in the hands of a marksman,

it's quite accurate at close range.

You, sir, were not assailed by a marksman.

Well, thank God for bad aim.

And air bags.

Yep, I can tell from the pattern of the holes

that the bullets were fired in three-round bursts

from a rifle barrel as opposed to a smoothbore,

which suggests that whoever's behind the attack

has access to high-level firearm augmentation.

Even if the location of the holes

reveals him to have terrible aim.

You really shouldn't have jerked your wheel.

You would've come out without a scratch.

Now you tell me.

It's funny, Detective-- the second I heard

about the attempt on your life, I dove into your case history.

I thought it would be only a matter of time

before the culprit's identity presented itself.

I was wrong.

You've done excellent work over the years.

Made a lot of enemies. There's no shortage

of people who would like to see you dead.

You say it like it's a good thing.

Well, there is, in my humble opinion,

no greater compliment an investigator can receive.

Speaks to the quality of your work.

Well, do you think we should dive back into the files

and get more specific about who was trying

to compliment Detective Bell last night?

Uh, no need, actually.

I know exactly who did this.

Curtis Bradshaw.

Old-school gangster

and all-around scumbag.

He was the target of a detail

I was assigned to in '09,

back when I was still a uni.

Aspiring drug kingpin, I see.

At the height of his power,

he was selling product all over the city.

Had a crew of almost 100, and they were moving in

on other gangs' territories, so it was getting bloody.

Hence the detail.

Says here he was suspected of crimes

ranging from racketeering to torture

and murder.

Yet he was arrested in 2011

on the mere charge of possessing stolen property.

Sentence to three years, just served 18 months.

Bradshaw was smarter than your average street thug.

He always flew under the radar;

kept just enough distance between himself

and the crimes that were being committed by his crew.

One of the detectives on the detail...

well, he got frustrated.

Stole some heroin from the evidence room

and planted it in Bradshaw's home.

Well, Bradshaw was arrested,

but then, a few days later,

someone called with an anonymous tip,

told I.A. what happened.

We had no choice but to cut Bradshaw loose.

Now, I continued to work the detail,

went undercover for a while,

got to know his crew inside and out.

Still couldn't find enough evidence to connect him

to the drugs they were trafficking, so...

So you "Caponed" him.

You arrested him

on a less significant charge

just to get him off the street.

While he was gone, we continued to chip away at his empire.

I went after his lieutenants--

they weren't nearly as careful as Bradshaw was--

and I managed to put most of them away.

Six months into his sentence,

all he had left were a few corners.

Obviously you did a lot of damage, but how can you

be sure it's the same shooter from last night?

This was Bradshaw's baby.

It's also the car that pulled up alongside me.

Now, he told me before his trial

he was going to come after me himself.

And last night, he finally did.

Obviously, I can't have Bell here

investigating his own attempted murder.

And since we just put eyes on Bradshaw,

I thought maybe you could

come with me to question him?

I suppose I could lend my services.

Thanks for not making me beg.

Hey, you got a message at the intake desk.

We were on our way up,

said we'd pass it along.

What kind of a name is Mr. Cheese?

He's, uh, one of my CIs; he's shy.

What about last night?

Yeah, it was just...

Car took the worst of it.

I'm glad you're doing okay.

How many times did you and her have sex?

God.

My over/under is ten.

Officer Reyes is an old friend.

Her partner doesn't like you very much.

It's probably because he'd like to have sex

with her as well-- and when I say "as well".

I mean in addition to and separate from,

not including you as a third party.

I know what you meant.

She boxes.

I can tell from her knuckles and the tape residue.

Perhaps she would agree to spar with you,

give me an idea of, uh, what you might be like

with an opponent in your similar weight class.

You sure this sudden new interest in my safety

has nothing to do with watching two women

engage in some foxy boxing?

You think you're foxy?

You two ready?

50 on my kid right here.

- Aah! - That's all day.

Let's play some "D," let's play some defense.

Yeah, let's go, let's go.

Guys, come on, you got to play some "D."

Curtis Bradshaw.

Captain Gregson, NYPD.

These are my associates, Holmes and Watson.

I'd like to ask you a few questions.

You're blocking my view.

Oh, yeah?

Imagine what the view's gonna look like from the precinct.

Can you account for your whereabouts

between the hours of 10:00 and 10:30 last night?

Why would I need to?

'Cause someone took a few shots

at an old friend of yours.

Detective Marcus Bell.