#elementary 1x10

[preacherboyd]

Elementary | 1x10 The Leviathan

[eg515]

Elementary s01e10 - The Leviathan

[kajaono]

Watching The Mentalist 2x09 (A Price above Rubies) and Elementary 1x10 (The Leviathan) directly behind each other, is really interesting

Both follow the same underlying plot. Diamonds get stolen and Sherlock/Jane has to find out how. The most similar thing here is the intro. Both epsiodes start with a scene where we see a person black breaking in and stealing the diamonds.

In The Mentalist they added sad slow vocal music, sung by an army veteran. It gaves the robbery a kind of ‘silence in the night’ and tragedy.

In Elementary they added loud Techno-Rock music with hard cuts. Making it into something cool, fast and dangerous. Like Oceans Eleven.

Watching this two shows parallel to eachother shows perfectly how you can tell the exact same story but with completly different pace, focus and tone. And just with this it is a completly new story

[eg515]

[kajaono]

I also have the theory that the coin Sherlock is wearing at his jacket is one of the drachmas of the leviathan case. That he sneaked on of the coins, and is now wearing it himself, excatly like the orginial thief did. I mean the look kinda similar

[amindamazed]

nairobiwonders replied to your photoset:Watson’s got mail! I couldn’t get better quality...

Good eye! Maybe from Oren - a party invite, a thank you card? It’s from Manhattan proper it looks like, Oren can prob afford to live in Manhattan.

I assume Oren does not live in NY: in The Leviathan, Mary tells Joan that Oren is "coming to the city," and when she talks to him on the phone after Sherlock hacked it, Oren is insistent she join them for dinner.

[amindamazed]

as a coda to Joan Watson Appreciation Week, here's a short piece I wrote in July that was posted as part of Doubts Don't Deter Detectives. I was reminded of it by the appearance on my dash of gifset by elementarystan of the Awkward Watson Family Dinner from "The Leviathan."

Title: Between the Lines Summary: Watson unknowingly attends an impromptu meeting of the Joan Watson Fan Club.

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Mary Watson didn’t know what to expect from her daughter’s client before he introduced himself at the restaurant. When Oren told her Joan was bringing him, she was irritated, understanding it to be a rebuke for her babysitting comment at brunch. Irritated with herself, of course, although she knew she would be unable to express this in a manner Joan would understand. Things had been strained between them for some time.

“Mrs. Watson, I presume? Sherlock Holmes, your daughter’s charge.” A small self-deprecating smile. “Ms Watson will be here shortly.” He inclined his head slightly as he spoke. He did not extend his hand in greeting until she moved hers and then met it in a firm and steady shake, long enough for her to detect no underlying tremor. She had not realized she was expecting that until she didn’t feel it.

When they were seated and the server inquired about drinks, she hesitated, unsure of the etiquette. Mr. Holmes said quietly, “Please do not abstain on my account,” and she assumed Joan would not have suggested he come or let him be here unattended if she had concerns on this front. When the server turned to him, he gave a small shake of his head and said, “Water is sufficient, thank you.” Once more, she felt an unnoticed thread of tension ease, another old memory slipping back to rest.

Mr. Holmes then launched into an explanation of why Joan was not yet at the restaurant, due to his needing to follow up on a detail of the day’s case, which led to him explaining more about his work. Oren was fascinated and asked question after question, and she remembered him as a small boy borrowing every Encyclopedia Brown book the library had, over and over again. Didn’t Joan read those books too?

She knew that Joan had arrived a split second before he spoke to greet her, by the way his eyes widened in pleasure and the tiniest hint of trepidation. Her heart lurched in recognition. She watched the murmured exchange between them as he held her chair and felt another pang at the easy communication that passed before her. Joan was not entirely pleased about something he’d done, and he knew it, and somehow they managed to express their disagreement without disengaging. She had been able to talk to her daughter like that, once.

When Mr. Holmes spoke about Joan’s work and what it meant for him, she heard herself telling friends about her daughter the surgeon. It was clear Joan had never heard this speech before, and she was gratified on her daughter’s behalf but also on her own. Joan had shut down after her patient died and would brook no discussion of her subsequent career choices. She had good, if misplaced, reasons to expect family members might let her down.

Mary knew her own confused and hurt feelings had only made things worse. There was no way to explain to Joan how she felt responsible, however irrationally, for the pain her daughter went through with that death and its aftermath. She hoped by acknowledging Mr. Holmes’ description, Joan would hear what she’d been trying to say, what she had always wanted to say. How very much she wanted her daughter to be happy.

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Note: Watson's Woes July Word Prompt Challenge #30: Mirror, Mirror: Write a story from a minor character's point of view, where he or she sees something similar between him/herself and Sherlock Holmes.

[liciapocalypse]

Well, that hurt. A lot.

What's particularly worrying after this episode, but's been looming all season, is that despite the changes he's made, Sherlock still sees himself as an exception, as above ordinary rules, regulations, and social niceties, and, to boil it down, that the ends justify his means. While, when absolutely forced by Joan, he does acknowledge the consequences of his attitude, he still shows no signs of actually trying to change anything.

To me this means there's only one thing that could happen to make him truly resolve to alter his behavior: 

Something's going to happen to Joan.

And when it does (because from the direction the season's taking it seems almost inevitable), I don't see that there will be anyone left who will want to work with Sherlock Holmes--and we know what happens to a Sherlock who's left entirely to his own devices.