Elementary

Hello?

Yeah, I'm coming to get him in...

I'm sorry, did you say he escaped?

Hi. It's Joan Watson. On the off chance

you haven't already been contacted by Hemdale,

your son left rehab a little early this morning.

I'm already at his house to see if he's here.

I'll call you if there's a problem.

Excuse me,

I'm looking for Mister...

Hello?

Excuse me, Mister...

Shh!

My name is Joan Watson.

I've been hired by your father

to be your sober companion.

He told me he was going to e-mail you about me.

I'm here to make the transition

from your rehab experience

to the routine of your everyday life as smooth

as possible, so I will be living with you for the next six weeks,

which means I'll be available to you 24/7.

Do you believe in love at first sight?

Um... I know what you're thinking:

the world is a cynical place, and I must be a cynical man,

thinking a woman like you would fall for a line like that.

Thing is... it isn't a line,

so please hear me when I say this.

I have never loved anyone as I do you right now...

in this moment.

MAN (on TV): Do you believe in love at first sight?

I know what you're thinking: The world is a cynical place,

and I must be a cynical man, thinking a woman like you

would fall for a line like that.

Thing is, it isn't a line,

so, please...

hear me when I say this.

I have never loved anyone

as I do you right now,

in this moment. (Remote control clicks)

Spot on.

Sherlock Holmes.

Please don't get comfortable.

We won't be here long.

Mr. Holmes,

did your father tell you about me or not?

Uh, he e-mailed, said to expect some sort of addict-sitter.

Well, then he explained his conditions

with respect to your sobriety?

Well, if you mean his threats to evict me from this,

the shoddiest and the least renovated of the five... count them, five...

properties he owns in New York, then yeah, he made his conditions

quite clear.

I use, I wind up on the street.

I refuse your, quote-unquote, "help,"

I wind up on the street.

It's my understanding that most sober companions

are recovering addicts themselves, but...

you've never had a problem with drugs or alcohol.

Your father told you.

Of course he didn't.

Uh, would you care to explain why you broke out

of your rehab facility the same day you were being released?

Bored.

You were bored?

No, I am bored right now.

It happens often; You'll get used to it.

Regarding our mutual friends

at Hemdale, I'd say they should be thanking me

for exposing the flaws

in their rubbish security system, wouldn't you?

Excellent.

There was a woman leaving just as I got here.

Did she get you high?

Actually, about six feet.

I actually find sex repellent.

All those fluids and all the sounds,

but my brain and my body

require it to function at optimum levels,

so I feed them as needed.

You're a doctor; You understand.

Uh, I'm not a doctor.

Werea doctor... a surgeon, judging by your hands.

Is your car parked nearby?

Uh, yes, it's just outsi...

How did you know I had a car?

Parking ticket... fell out of your purse when you dropped it.

Can't have one

without the other, can you?

We're late. We need to get going.

Uh, late for what?

Actually, scratch the car.

Manhattan Bridge is down to a single lane.

We'll take the tube instead.

Look at this place. Yuck.

Can't wait for you to tidy it.

Prior to my stint in junkie jail,

I worked as a consultant at Scotland Yard.

Your father told me... he said you were a detective?

I was a consultant. I wasn't paid for my services,

and therefore I answered to no one but myself.

What about London?

What about it?

He told me that's where you bottomed out.

He thinks something happened

to you there... he just doesn't know what.

Handsome woman, your mother.

It's very big of her to take your dad back after the affair.

How could you possibly...?

You still haven't told me where we're going yet.

About that, I think you and Father will be pleased to hear

I have devised a post-rehab regimen for myself

that'll keep me quite busy.

I decided to resume my work as a consultant here...

in New York.

Tell me, how do clients typically introduce you? What do you mean?

I-I mean I find it hard to believe they'd actually tell someone

they've been assigned a glorified helper monkey.

Helper monkey? Well, you and I have

what's known as companion/client confidentiality,

which means that you can introduce me however you like.

Friend, coworker, relative, and I'll play along.

But to be honest, most clients just call me

their companion.

Hm.

Captain Gregson.

Ah. Holmes.

How you doing? Miss Watson,

this is Captain Gregson. Captain Gregson,

this is Miss Watson, my personal valet.

How do you do?

She waits out here. I'm afraid she's

quite crucial to my process, Captain.

It's okay, really.

Actually, it isn't.

At least not according to my father's e-mail.

'Cause he-he explained it's the job of a proper valet

to accompany his or her charge to their place of business.

Well, consider this my place of business.

Consider every wretched hive of depravity and murder

in this city my place of business.

Unless, of course, you don't think you have the stomach for the work I do.

I'm good.

Could you put these gloves on, please?

Dr. Richard Mantlo came home a few hours ago

to find his door kicked in and his wife...

Amy Dampier, missing.

That's, uh...

that's Mantlo over there.

He's a headshrinker out at Sanbridge Hospital.

Says he caught an emergency last night,

didn't get home till 5:00 a.m.

Saw the front door,

called 911.

First officers on the scene found signs of-of a struggle

in the kitchen

and in the master bedroom.

But no Ms. Dampier.

Ransom demand?

Hm.

What is it?

I'm not sure.

Ms. Dampier's cell phone, have you recovered it?

We have her cell phone?

Thank you, Detective.

Hm.

Hm.

She either lost a tremendous amount of weight or underwent

significant plastic surgery sometime in the last two years.

She looks the same in all the photos.

That's my point.

Ovular frames...

are older, have been here longer.

You can tell by the way

the wall has faded... square frames newer.

They're the only ones that feature Ms. Dampier.

Coincidence? No.

Check her cell phone.

No photos of her older than two years.

Yet there are countless pictures of other people

in her life, as many as five years ago.

I take it you two have worked together before?

Yeah, ten years ago.

A few months after 9/11 I was assigned to Scotland Yard

to observe their counter terrorism bureau.

Holmes mostly worked homicides, but, uh...

our paths still crossed a few times.

Captain, if you please?

Yeah?

Ms. Dampier knew her attacker.

She let him into the house herself.

Captain,