Holmes then views the scene, and concludes there were a homicide and a robbery, committed by two different people, one of whom was a woman. He can smell her deodorant. The burglar, a man, stole an armoire. Turns out the thief was the stiff’s neighbor. One crime solved! Freaking brilliant.
Smells like Teen Spirit.
Who the hell steals an armoire? Well, besides the 2 gay street toughs in the Soup Nazi Seinfeld episode. Too bad they weren’t in this ep . . .
WHO? WHO doesn’t want to solve the crime?
Back at the precinct, the cops are interrogating armoire thief. Meanwhile, Gregson tells Watson that Holmes called him from Heathrow when he was leaving England (which we realize was when Holmes was in rehab). Armoire thief says he saw a woman leaving post-killing, and gives a description to the sketch artist.
Watson says she is meeting a friend; Holmes deduces it’s a man and an ex-lover. At the dinner, the ex, a lawyer named Thai or Tye who’s as boring as watching paint dry, says he and Watson’s parents are worried about her. He suggests Watson is nannying addicts as penance, she says it’s because she’s good at it. Can I tell you how supremely uninteresting these scenes are? Watson isn’t interesting in herself, much less when engaging in sparkling repartee with Thai. I really don’t care that she has a past, or is suffering, or whatever. Her constant efforts to force Holmes to “trust” her and “let her in” are just unbearable. She’s a paid employee. Why the hell should he trust her? They’re not partners, they’re not lovers, they’re not pals. Why Watson can’t realize that is beyond me.
Next morning, Holmes is looking at the stiff’s autopsy report. Holmes says the stiff had a corneal disorder. Watson asks Holmes why he didn’t tell Gregson he was in rehab (when he said he was at Heathrow). Holmes tries to explain, Watson rags some more on Holmes and thankfully the phone rings. It’s Bell, saying he found the woman armoire thief identified. At the hospital, we see that she’s in a coma, and has been for three days. Bell thanks Holmes for the “consultation” and basically tells him to buzz off. Oh snap!
I’ll handle this myself, you whackjob. “Deductions” my ass!
After Bell leaves, Holmes says coma girl smells like the deodorant at the crime scene. Because we all know deodorant is not sold to millions of people every day.
After some tedious “proving” coma girl is actually in a coma (which likely means she’s not), we switch to Holmes and Watson outside. Holmes then says coma girl has a twin. They’re Yvette (coma girl) and Rebecca Ellison, whom they go to see. Amazingly (to Holmes), Rebecca Ellison doesn’t look anything like coma girl. They’re fraternal twins. Also, this one isn’t in a coma.