Watson gets hired by her friend Jennifer to find the guy she had a one-night stand with a year ago. She's interested in the case because there's nothing else going on, but Holmes finds it incredibly boring. This turns out to be because instead of "Tony, the globetrotting photojournalist," Jennifer actually slept with "Sherlock Holmes, the weirdo who was trying to get information about his new sober companion Joan Watson." Holmes manages to make amends with Jennifer though the novel technique of sleeping with her again. Watson is not thrilled with any of this, but she briefly makes Holmes worried that he might be a new father.
To distract her from this situation, Holmes takes Watson to the morgue so he can look for corpses that might indicate a missed crime. Leo Banin died of a motorcycle crash, but his chest tattoo tells Holmes he was an assassin in the Bratva. You know, the Russian mob? And he had wounds on his hand from garroting someone to death. So all Holmes and Watson have to do is find his victim!
His wife is alive, so she's no help. There's a business associate he fought with who hasn't been seen in three days, but he turns up with a pile of cocaine, a couple of hookers and some money that Holmes takes away. The money is from a bank robbery in 2001, and it came from awesome everygoon Mike Starr. He's also alive, but he was recently threatened by someone Grigori Andrev of the Bratva. Upon careful investigation, Grigori turns out to be dead by garrote a block away from where Leo died. Now we're getting somewhere!
Holmes declares that Leo killed Grigori, who was trying to kill him, and then drove away as someone shot at him, which made him swerve into a minivan. He and Watson pressure Grigori's psychiatrist into telling the name of Marko Zubkov, Grigori's right-hand man. But Marko was in the hospital with leg injuries when someone was shooting at Leo. Luckily, he had a tourniquet made from the drapes in the Banin home, which means that Mrs. Banin saved him. So she was the one shooting at Leo, because she was working with the Bratva. That's what Holmes says, anyway, and who are you to argue with him?
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A motorcycle lies on its side and a man with a head wound is on the ground next to it. I'm pretty sure he died from a motorcycle accident. Mystery solved!
Whoops. There's still more show to come. Watson is at an outdoor market with her friend Jennifer, and she buys a platypus skull. There are places in New York where you can just walk up and buy platypus skulls? That's amazing! She tells Jennifer it's for Sherlock, who's been bored without a murder to solve. Jennifer hems and haws and eventually says she wants Watson and Holmes to try to track down a one-night-stand. His name is Tony and he's a photojournalist. He and Jennifer met at a bar, then went to a gallery opening before going back to her place. And he flew to Paris the next morning without exchanging phone numbers. Watson thinks this sort of case is beneath Holmes, but Jennifer butters her up.
Brownstone. Sherlock describes the Photojournalist Tony Quest as a wild goose chase, but without the delicious wild goose at the end. It's not proper consulting detective work, and he'd rather work on a cold case. But Watson points out that he's been doing that for weeks, and all he's solved is the theft of a pennyfarthing bicycle and an old arson. Holmes has a plan to drum up something interesting.
They are at the morgue! I'm excited by that, because it means the morgue is going to be a recurring set. Holmes wants to poke at the corpses to see if maybe the police missed some foul play. An assistant medical examiner lets him in. Dr. Eugene Hawes lets them in and Holmes plays chess against him. The bet is Holmes's money against Dr. Hawes's corpses. There's some chess-based trash-talk, which I always think is fun.
After a few rejected bodies, Holmes pulls out Leo Banin, from the motorcycle accident at the beginning of the episode. Melissa Gwyer, driver of the minivan he crashed into, is also dead. Holmes notes a weird tattoo on Leo's chest, partially covered by road rash. Then he declares, "The day he died, he murdered someone else."
Gregson's office. Gregson complains about Holmes digging up a new murder, because the police have enough to do. Watson explains that Leo Banin was a professional hitman. Holmes points to the star tattoo, which marks him as a member of the Bratva, the Russian Mob. Hey, the Bratva is also on Arrow! Leo's original name was Vitaly Andropov and Interpol wants him for a bunch of killings in Poland going back to 2005. Holmes's next evidence is the straight cuts on his hands, which wouldn't have been caused by the accident because he was wearing motorcycle gloves. Holmes concludes that he had raw wounds from garroting someone, which is the way he killed people back in Warsaw. But Gregson doesn't want to investigate until Holmes digs up a garroted corpse, so that's going to take up most of the episode.