The episode begins and a woman comes home from a jog/the gym, gets a drink of water, and answers banging at the door. It's a "delivery guy" who wants to charge his phone. It's clearly a scam and she tries to blow him off. Coincidentally, as that guy walks away, another guy in a hoodie busts in and drugs her and drags her body into the kitchen. He then apparently puts her in a suitcase and wheels her away. The first guy is shown thanking a cab driver for letting him charge his phone with his charger in the cab. Sherlock in the meantime shares in a group about a crime, going on and on at length about a mongoose, and the group is clearly not amused. ..Read the full recap
(Watson voiced her concern about Sherlock associating with his old dealer.)
Sherlock: You're right. He is a trigger. The moment I laid eyes on him my mind conjured images of heroin bubbling in a spoon. I felt an undeniable almost gravitational pull, yet as I've already mentioned, I considered the man a friend. I won't be turning him away. ... You're just going to have to work a bit harder this week.
(Sherlock and Watson bring Reese to the club to find clues.)
Watson: This is seriously the plan? Reese walks around on the off chance that he recognizes someone before they recognize him?
Sherlock: Well... He's wearing a hat.
(Watson comes down for breakfast and finds that Sherlock is already working.)
Sherlock: Suffocatingly inane...
Watson: Good morning.
Sherlock: This is soul crushing in it's utter banality. Sufficiently asinine as to constitute a valid argument for eugenics.
Watson: Okay, I give up. What are you reading?
Sherlock: Emily's twitter feed, excruciating medium.
(Sherlock comes to Rhys and Watson to tell them about the plan.)
Sherlock: He agreed to loan me two point two million dollars, on the condition that I perform various errands for him in the future. Knowing him it's a virtual lock that I'll be stealing candy from infants or clubbing young seals.
(Sherlock visits his old friend in the hospital and leaves him with an envelope of money.)
Rhys: Is it for my benefit or for yours?
Sherlock: The road to recovery, I've found, is as treacherous as it is tedious. Tests of my sobriety arise almost daily. You were just the most recent. (Turns to walk away.)
Rhys: Hey, I believe in you. I always will.