In the bathroom, Holmes violates all sorts of unwritten rules and strikes up a conversation with the man at the urinal next to him. After complimenting his tattoos, Holmes declares that he's a consultant with the NYPD, looking for a kidnap victim named Emily Grant. The guy claims, "No hablo Ingles." Holmes accuses him of being an agent of the DEA, based on his use of a pitcher to watch the whole room. Also, all of his tattoos are the same age. The man will say nothing. Holmes goes out into the club to confront the VIP station. The man follows him and punches him in the stomach several times. In between punches, he whispers that he can't let his cover be blown. But he assures Holmes that the cartel isn't behind any kidnapping.

Back to the Brownstone. Holmes is complaining about Emily's Twitter feed. He considers it an excruciatingly dull medium. Not mine! My Twitter feed is great! But he's using it as a proxy for a diary. Watson tells him he has to attend a meeting today, because when his old drug dealer is in the house, he's in more danger.

Watson knocks on the bathroom door, where Rhys is clearly doing drugs. It's pot, but Watson is still furious. Her priority is Holmes, not Rhys's daughter. "If I feel that you've compromised his sobriety in any way, I will turn you into the police as a drug dealer and a thief. Are we clear?" She makes him hand over the pot, and she flushes it. Holmes announces that he has learned from Emily's Twitter account that she gave a loan to her stepfather, who used to be rich. So they'll have to go to an evening meeting.

Holmes has called Bell, who says that Derek Hughes has been reduced to being a parking attendant. Holmes, Watson, and Rhys are watching Hughes from across the street at a sidewalk cafe. Watson goes in to order some food, and Rhys starts to suggest that Holmes must find it hard to make creative connections without the drugs. Watson comes back and asks if everything is okay. Because Derek Hughes is getting off work, and they're just sitting there.