Watson: You're kidding me, right? I'm a sober companion. You're in the home of a recovering addict.
Rhys: I opened the window.
Watson: You don't do drugs here.
Rhys: That's not drugs; it's just a little bit of wacky backy. I mean, my daughter's been kidnapped, and I am under a bit of strain right now.
Watson: I'm gonna do you the favor of believing you're just an idiot.
Rhys: Okay. Thank you.
Watson: Hey, I'm not finished yet. As much as I want you to get your daughter back, I need you to understand, Sherlock is my number one priority. So you will not do drugs in his house, you will not talk to him about this, and you will not talk about drugs in his presence. If I feel that you've compromised his sobriety in any way, I will turn you in to the police as a drug dealer and a thief. Are we clear?
Holmes: You seem even more dour than usual, Watson. I would posit it was a menstruation issue, but I worked out your cycle, you're good for ten more days.
Watson: Couching it as a scientific observation totally negates the misogyny.
Watson: How are you not a total wreck right now? If my kid was taken and held for ransom, I don't know if I could keep it together. You seem quite, I don't know, Zen.
Rhys: Huh. I made a delivery once to Holmes at Scotland Yard. Crazy, right? Crazier still, he invites me to stay and watch him assist in the interrogation of this lunatic who'd been planting car bombs all over the city. The police knew there was another one out there, but they didn't know where it was. Holmes is in the room with the guy for, like, five minutes. Figures out where the bomb is from a couple of stains on the guy's shoe. You ask why I'm not a total wreck? 'Cause I believe in Sherlock Holmes.
Special billing was given to Aidan Quinn (and) for this episode.
Original International Air Dates:
Canada: February 7, 2013 on Global
Czech Republic: April 16, 2013 on AXN
Sweden: September 23, 2013 on TV4
When Sherlock is sharing at the group meeting, he tells a story of a past case involving a mongoose and a Colonel who he thought was murdered but had really died of a heart attack. This is from the short story "The Crooked Man" published in 1893 as part of The Memoirs of Sherlock Holmes by Sir Arthur Conan Doyle.