Elementary

Previously onElementary...

My name is Sherlock, and I'm an addict.

Mr. Johnson, I presume?

Call me Shinwell.

So, a former drug dealer, correct?

Former drug user.

You're sleeping. Hmm?

You never sleep. Are you okay?

Whatever excuse you have, it isn't good enough.

It hasn't been good enough for weeks.

I forgot. You forgot? You?!

Are you kidding me?!

Tell me where you are.

I'm close, Sherlock.

Sorry about last night.

You really didn't do anything. It was me.

You're not well.

Why do you look like my mother?

I'm the part of you that wants to get better.

Mr. Holmes?

I'm ready for you now.

We've talked about this.

You don't get to go on the ride till it's your turn.

When it's my turn, I won't really get

the full experience.

Oh, you want the full experience.

Stay there, I'll get my scalpel.

What happened?

Oh, I tore my Achilles. Softball.

You'd figure somebody in my line of work

would appreciate how fragile

our bodies really are.

So,

to what do I owe the pleasure?

Just waiting for some test results.

From me?

Oh, no, someone else.

And the reason you're waiting on my table

instead of one in your house?

My mother's ghost recently

set a room on fire, so I've been doing

most of my thinking elsewhere.

Fine, don't tell me.

Sherlock Holmes.

Thank you. I'll be right there.

Holmes?

Something I can help with?

Not yet.

But if an autopsy is in the offing,

I should know soon enough.

Damn it.

What the hell?

Hey. Have you seen Sherlock?

No. Everything all right?

Well, he didn't come home last night

and he hasn't returned my calls.

Maybe he met someone.

Or, knowing him, someone,

her two friends and their pet tiger.

Didn't know you were coming in today.

You here for a case? No case.

I'm meeting some new clients.

The captain said I could use the conference room.

Sophie Bishop and her husband.

This about the sex tape?

Well, I read about it.

Someone put it up on the Internet

without her permission... she's ticked off.

All I know is they need help finding someone.

Don't pretend you haven't seen her naked.

Everyone's seen her naked.

Not that I would lead with that

if I introduce you.

His name's Sammy Olivetti.

His info's all there, too.

So this is the man in the video?

Yeah.

Ms. Bishop, Mr. Hayes.

I'm Sherlock Holmes. Apologies for being late.

Didn't get the message that my partner left

until a short while ago.

Vernon Fisk. I'm Ryan and Sophie's attorney.

Yes. Please continue.

Uh, Sammy played bass for a band called the Pompeii Worms.

They were hot for a second in 2012.

We were pretty intense for a while.

And that's when you made the video, five years ago?

Yeah. Until all this, we'd barely spoken in years,

mostly 'cause I got clean before he did.

But we were supposed to meet him this morning,

and he never showed up.

I'm confused. Isn't he the one

who posted the video online? I know that's what the news said,

but it isn't true.

The day the tape showed up on the Internet,

Sammy called me... he was up in arms.

He said that someone had broken into his place

a few days before, and there was a copy of the tape

with the stuff they took.

He was fighting with the Web site to take it down.

And he was trying to find out who posted it.

Our meeting this morning was to...

to talk about legal action.

I imagine that arguing for tangible damages,

in this case, might be a challenge, wouldn't it?

I mean, respectfully,

you were the tabloids darling

for many years...

and given your antics on the club scene,

your propensity for flashing the paparazzi,

I think modesty might be, uh, an option

that you forfeited some time ago.

You're wrong about the damages not being tangible.

I mean, the release of this video

has cost my clients

a virtual king's ransom.

Now, understand, before Sophie's grandfather died,

he placed the bulk of his real estate holdings in a trust,

and he left strict instructions

regarding Sophie's eligibility

for her share. Now, one was

that she had to get clean and stay clean.

And, two, if she was ever an embarrassment

to her family again,

she'd be cut out.

Thanks to this tape,

the other trustees... her brother, her aunts,

the trust lawyer...

they've triggered that clause.

I don't care about the money.

I-I worked hard to make amends,

so I do care that someone's ruining that,

and I'd like to know who and why.

But I'm here because I'm worried about Sammy.

Mr. Hayes, I have to ask.

A former lover of your wife's

comes back into your lives.

A video surfaces of them having sex.

How does that make you feel?

You know, I knew I was marrying Sophie Bishop.

I never knew her in her Page Six days,

but we met after she got clean,

and... we don't have any secrets.

We've shared every detail

of each other's histories with one another.

She told me about the tape years ago.

I told her I may have made a tape or two in my day.

Did we think any of these would ever

end up online?

No, but...

it is what it is.

Sammy was trying to make things right.

Now we can't find him. Did you check his home?

We thought of that. We, uh, went to the house.

The landlady, actually, let us in... he wasn't there.

Yeah, the cops won't do anything.

They say Sammy's a grown man, and it hasn't even been

a full day, but I'm telling you

this isn't like him.

Something's happened.

Please help.

Well, I suppose I'll see which mobile carrier

services this number, see if I can persuade

one of my contacts to ping Mr. Olivetti's phone.

That's great. In the meantime,

you can finally tell me what happened to the guest room.

You're right, I owe you an explanation.

Yeah.

Uh, for personal and professional reasons,

I'd rather not have that discussion here.

I bet you wouldn't. You know,

you've been acting like such a jerk

since Shinwell died.

And when I called you on it, what was your response?

Avoiding me for weeks.Watson.

No, we're not doing this on your terms.

You want to talk, that's fine.

There's an open room right here.

I'm not well.

I'll tell you everything,

just not here.

Six weeks ago,

I experienced my first symptom...

a headache.

It's unusual for me, but it's not unheard of,

so I dismissed it.

More symptoms followed... bouts of dizziness,

memory loss, sensitivity to noise and bright lights,

uncharacteristic need for sleep.

The headaches grew more frequent

and more painful.

And I did all of that in the throes

of a particularly vivid hallucination.

I'm a doctor. You could have told me.

Well, I thought it would pass.

It didn't.

So, eventually I went for an MRI.

And?

It was negative.

That is to say, there were no, um,