Okay. That's all very impressive and Sherlock-Holmesy. But! Remember that line earlier about how he used Google on her? Wouldn't that tell you everything right away? If Doctor Joan Watson killed a patient and lost a malpractice suit, all you have to do is type "Doctor Joan Watson" into Google and you've got the whole story. And we already know Holmes has done that! As soon as you admit that he can Google, all of his Watson-analyzing is ruined as a character trait.

Live music! Holmes is at a bar! I was hoping he was here to get drunk and high, but no such luck. He's here to meet some guy (Woo woo!), who gives him a file on Peter Saldua's dead shrink. It's the records of their sessions, which seems inappropriate. Peter told him about the attempted murder. Peter had also taken to recording his own sessions on his phone. Weird. Up on the bar television (which is surprisingly audible, considering the live music) a wrestler cuts a promo. Holmes says, "He felt rage!" and leaves.

Watson is watching the opera. Holmes comes in and causes a disturbance to get her attention. You know when an obnoxious character runs up and down the aisles and whispers loudly during a live performance? That really bugs me. Although the house lights are surprisingly bright. He has to tell her about how Peter had some measure of control with Amy Dampier. He also needs to know what Xanax looks like, and she tells him they're small, white, and ovulat. Holmes calls Doubting Cop. On his phone. Right there in the opera audience. I hate this guy.

Doubting Cop confirms that the pills are round and pink. For a guy whose only character trait is "Guy who scoffs at Sherlock Holmes," he was pretty quick to rummage through the evidence at Holmes's request. Watson won't give him a ride to the police station. Holmes admits that he didn't know that Saldua's previous victim would react that way. He would have gotten the information, but, he admits, "You got me there faster." Watson smirks.

They're at the hospital. He just needed a ride? So he went from the Brownstone to the opera to get one? This guy doesn't understand the New York subway system at all. Maybe if he stopped calling it "the tube," he'd understand that it can get you places pretty quickly.