Elementary

Previously, on Elementary... This belongs to Jonathan Bloom.

He was here two nights ago.

You like young woman who do what you want

in exchange for a fix, women who,

on one or two occasions, have just... never been seen again.

People don't make plans just to break them.

People don't; My father does.

Dad never shows.

Well, you didn't fall last night,

so now I just have to give you a little push.

It's good stuff.

It's been three days...

I thought you might be ready to talk.

Your father called.

He found out about what happened.

He's gonna be here tomorrow.

Whose phone is that?

Mine.

Sorry. Forgot.

Is this seriously all we're going to do today?

Do you have something better to do?

No.

But usually when you call us, we have fun.

This is not fun.

Well, it could be worse.

It could be 1927,

and your name could be Ruth Bixby,

yours could be May Smith.

One of them let a killer

into this very apartment.

He was never identified.

So...

what, this is gonna help you catch him?

Well, he's almost certainly long dead.

Recreating this crime scene

might help me ratchet in on one...

of several suspects.

Justice is like an orgasm... it can never come too late.

Don't you get enough of this at work?

My relationship with the department

is complicated at the moment.

Complicated how?

Well, several days ago, I used heroin,

and that was after I beat a former acquaintance

nearly to death.

What happened?

He upset me, so I fractured his skull.

Repeatedly. Broke several of his ribs,

lacerated his spleen.

The district attorney

is, at this very moment,

deciding whether or not I should be charged

with felonious... assault.

If I am, good chance I'll be sent to prison.

So... if you don't mind,

I'd really like to complete this experiment

while I still can.

Okay.

Sherlock, it's me again.

Your father is gonna be here any second.

You said you'd be here.

Call me back.

Hey.

Morning. I was in the neighborhood.

That's so sweet.

Please, come in.

Is, uh, Holmes here?

No. He got up early this morning

to work on a project, but he'll be back soon.

Kind of figured you'd be with him...

all the time right now. Well,

I'm not his sober companion anymore, so if he's gonna

stay clean, he has to want to do the work himself... he gets that.

You two finally talked?

: Last night.

It was good. I mean...

he's disappointed and embarrassed.

But he's not the same person he was when he got sober the first time.

He believes in the program; He knows it can help him.

He's been going to meetings?

Every day.

You know, when it happened,

uh, when he finally called us to tell us where he was,

and it's where Oscar Rankin and his sister were,

I'd never seen him so rough.

He, uh...

he said he'd come see me,

we'd talk about it.

He will, when he's ready.

Have you heard anything from the DA?

I put in a good word with all the right people,

told them about all the good that Sherlock's done,

but, uh, the department's had a rough year.

There's a perception out there that we go too easy on our own.

If the city wanted to make an example,

he's a perfect candidate.

He works with the police, but he isn't police.

The DA could come down as hard as he wants on him,

not worry about the PBA making a fuss.

Watson...

a thousand apologies.

I just received your many voice mails.

I am, of course,

tumescent with questions about your meeting with my father.

So was he everything you'd imagined?

Was he driven here, or did he arrive

in a plume of black smoke?

He didn't show up, did he?

What is wrong with him? Why would he tell people

he's gonna be someplace and then not show up?

He doesn't tell "people," Watson, he tells me.

You're angry. Don't be angry.

The longer he forgets I exist, the longer we keep our home.

You really think he's gonna come

all the way to New York just to kick us out?

You recall his terms with regards to the brownstone.

If I use, I end up on the streets. I used.

Has the captain been here?

Or have you taken to wearing his cologne?

Yeah, he brought us some food. He said he wanted

to let you know he was thinking about you.

Hmm.

So, how was your day?

It was productive.

Went to a meeting, then another.

Saw some old friends.

I also heard from Alfredo.

And?

His recuperation

is going well... he says he'll be back

from his sister's next week.

And he doesn't seem to hold the Oscar business against me,

which I think's quite sporting.

I also narrowed down

the number of prisons I might be sent to

if the DA convicts me of felonious assault.

Each one of them, I'm happy to report,

has a recovery program,

so I shan't want for meetings.

Oscar Rankin kidnapped Alfredo,

and he tortured you. Mm, not physically.

It doesn't matter... you're not going to prison.

A week ago, you'd have said I'd never relapse.

No, I wouldn't.

I'm due for another meeting.

Mr. Holmes.

Mr. Bloom.

I know approaching

someone like you on his way into a meeting is...

bad form, but...

hey, so is beating up on a man with his arm in a sling,

wouldn't you say?

How'd you find me?

Lawyers. Lots of 'em.

I have a virtual army on retainer.

But you already knew that.

Well, you've successfully disappeared three women

since 2010, including your own wife,

so if I were you, I'd have an army of lawyers, too.

You kicked up a lot of dust for me last week,

finding that girl who overdosed,

telling the police the drugs came from me.

I'm the tabloids' darling again.

The talk

of every news station.

DA's just itchin' to charge me with something.

But you know how that feels, am I right?

Yeah. Uh, what do you want?

To hire you.

I hear you're quite the detective.

Unfortunately, I've got a "no sadist" policy.

You're right.

I can be connected to the three women who went missing.

My wife Alicia in 2010,

and then two girls I...

partied with...

one in 2012, another a year later.

They all disappeared, just like you said.

Yeah. I am quite familiar with your crimes, Mr. Bloom.

I killed the two girls.

I didn't mean to, of course.

They just couldn't take the rough stuff.

Addicts.

I buried the bodies

at a property my father once owned in New Rochelle...

2434 Owen Place.

Why are you telling me?

Because I didn't kill my wife.

Either someone else did, or...

she left me that night and never looked back.

Whatever the case, it hurt me, the things people said.

I was good to Alicia.

She had nothing. She came from nothing.

I gave her the world. I deserved better.

I want people

to know the truth.

Do you mean to compel me to work for you?

No. This isn't for you.

Then he looked at me like he didn't have

a care in the world, and then...