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Previously on Elementary:

How did you come to hear
of me, Ms. Wen?

I knew your brother, Mycroft.

You don't like me
very much, do you?

I don't have to like you,
I just have to help you.

Before my stepfather adopted me,
I was Joan Yun.

Why don't you just admit
you're my half sister?

Running away
won't work.

I'm a detective,
I'll just find you again.

I've got nothing
to say to you.

Okay, Sherlock and I
just helped you out

with a really big problem;
the least you could do

is tell me how long
you've known I exist.

Two years.

But you never called me,
you never came to see me.

Because I never wanted to have
this conversation with you.

It wouldn't have been
this conversation.

It would have been, “Hi, Joan,
I'm Lin, I'm your half sister.”

You want to know
more about me? Fine.

My mom came to the U.S. in 1980.

She met your dad,
got knocked up.

For a few years, he held it
together, we were a family,

and then one day out of the
blue, he takes apart our TV,

says it's sending messages
that could hurt us.

- He went off his meds.
- Mom didn't understand.

She didn't know anything
about schizophrenia.

She hardly spoke English.

A few days before
he abandoned us,

he told her about
his first family,

you, your brother, your mom.

That must have been
hard for her.

The hard part was having
to raise me by herself.

The stuff he said
before he left,

that could have been
more ranting.

That's why she didn't
tell me about it

until she had a health scare
a couple years ago.

I searched your names
on the Internet,

“Joan,” “Oren,” “Mary,”

then I dug a little deeper,

found out you worked
for the police

with a guy named Sherlock,

and he had a brother
who had just died.

Why didn't you just come
and see me then?

Because I realized I already had
all the family I needed.

I only came to you for help
because I was desperate.

But, hey, now you've
got the whole story.

So why don't you do
what I always intended to do...

pretend you never heard it,

forget all about your
crazy-ass dad's other family.

What if that's not what I want?

It doesn't
matter.

It's what I want.

You're two minutes early.

♪ Elementary 4x20 ♪
Art Imitates Art
Original Air Date on April 10, 2016

Time of death is
a little before 4:00 a.m.

Victim is Phoebe Elliot.

She was an assistant
at a marketing firm

that does a lot
of business with Asia,

so she would work late,
then hit the gym.

She used rideshare apps
like Zooss to get around.

So Ms. Elliot summoned a Zooss
car to pick her up around 3:45.

Gym's door camera doesn't
cover the street,

but it does show
her leaving the gym

when her driver, Sharif,
was about two minutes out.

He arrived and found her body.

She was shot
from this direction.

Blood splatter that way.

There's a void to the right.

Where's the missing blood?

Probably on the shooter's car.

You saying this was a drive-by?

Not so much a drive-by,
more like a parked-by.

Car approaches from this way,

she mistakes it
for her rideshare,

approaches the car
only to be gunned down.

And the car departs
with her blood

on the inside
of the passenger door.

Does she look familiar
to you guys?

No. Why?
I don't know.

I could swear I've seen her
somewhere before.

Most drive-bys, the perps
don't use their own car,

they steal one.

What's your point?

When we were poking around
for next of kin this morning,

all that turned up
was a brother, Keith.

Just did a two-year stint
for grand larceny auto.

I've been living
with Phoebe since I got out.

She was helping me get
my life together.

She means...

She meant everything to me.

Listen, two days ago,

one of your neighbors
called in a noise complaint.

She wouldn't give her name,

just said she could hear
you and your sister arguing.

I don't remember
fighting two days ago.

But you and your sister
did fight.

No.

I mean, yeah.

You know, sometimes.

It was rough.

Moving in with her.

She... she had all these rules.

Was one of them, “Don't shoot me

whilst pretending
to be my rideshare”?

Her phone is missing.

We're pretty sure it was taken
by whoever shot her.

Maybe you sent her some texts
you didn't want us to see.

I will do whatever you want
to prove I didn't do this.

You want me to take
a polygraph? No problem.

Want me to give you
a sample of my DNA?

I will do whatever it takes.

Just please rule me out

so you can find the person
that really killed Phoebe.

All right, say we believe you.

Can you think of anyone else
who had reason to kill Phoebe?

- Maybe a stalker?
- Stalker?

She was getting a lot
of attention lately.

Something about a selfie she
took when she was in college.

That's where I knew her from.

She was in the culture section
of the Dispatch.

How does a selfie
make her newsworthy?

Ephraim Hill is an appropriation
artist from Portland.

He pulls images
from social media

and then recontextualizes
them as art.

His show has been
touring the country,

but this is his first
time in New York.

His work has been
getting a lot of buzz.

So this guy rips off
other people's selfies,

blows them up,

and then charges a
hundred grand apiece?

I'm surprised we're not
investigating his murder.

The rise of social
media has created

a generation
of narcissists

eager to offer up their private
images for public consumption.

But like peacocks
spreading their tails,

such displays,
whilst feeding self-esteem,

also risk attracting
the attention of predators.

You think Keith Elliot
was on to something?

Someone saw her picture
here, got obsessed?

It's one
possibility,

but some of the women whose
images have been stolen

have been
very upset.

Some have threatened to sue.

Maybe Phoebe was one of them.

Ah, it's
about time.

What's about time?

My assistant called
the police yesterday.

I'm Ephraim Hill.

You are here about
a break-in, are you not?

No. There was a
burglary here?

Do you see any art
in these empty spaces?

One might argue there's no art
in the occupied spaces either.

One might.

In fact, I'd welcome it.

See, argument creates awareness,

and awareness drives sales,
but two nights ago,

someone broke in and stole
five of my portraits.

Tragic as that must be,
we're here about Phoebe Elliot.

We were wondering how she felt

about being included
in your exhibit.

Well, why?

She was murdered
just before 4:00 a.m.

We'd show you the crime
scene photographs,

but you'd probably just
recontextualize them.

Oh, my God.

And, what, you're here
because you think that I...?

A lot of the women were not
happy about becoming your muses.

No, but Phoebe wasn't like that.
She was flattered.

She reached out through
my agent to say so.

She even did some personal
appearances here.

You mind telling us where you
were around 4:00 this morning?

I was on a plane.

Coming home from Paris.

That's where I was when I
learned about the burglary.

Do you think
there's a connection?

The timing is curious,
let's just leave it at that.

No, you don't understand.

If the same person
committed both crimes,

if someone had a problem
with me and Phoebe,

I think I might know who it is.

You are not an artist.

You are a misogynistic phony.

And all the little fangirls
who support you are just as bad.

But when you stole my image,
you messed with the wrong woman.

You all deserve what's coming.

So you can understand why we
wanted to speak with you.

Can you tell us where you were
the past two nights

between midnight and 6:00 a.m.?

I was here, sleeping.

You sounded pretty serious
about getting revenge

against Ephraim Hill
and women like Phoebe.

I did, didn't I?

I'm working on a part
for this Off-Off-Broadway show.

She's an anarchist,
like, really angry.

But it's a character;
I would never kill anyone.

I'm a vegan.

So when you threatened revenge,

what exactly did
you have in mind?

Here, I'll show you.

These are portraits
from Ephraim's exhibit.

I put on a wig and went
into the gallery one day.

I used a hidden camera and took
pictures of his pictures

of our pictures.

I was gonna sell them
outside the showroom

for 50 bucks apiece.

Undercut him and give him
the finger at the same time.

That video was just a part
of my marketing campaign.

When did you take
this picture?

Couple weeks ago.

This man at the edge
of the frame...

he is not in the portrait
at the gallery.

Additionally,
that canvas has folds

angled away from the corners.

In this version,
they're parallel.

So that would mean that
this portrait in the gallery

is not the same one
that was there two weeks ago.

I think someone replaced it
with a forgery.

This just arrived from, uh, CSU.

Mr. Hill confirmed
it is a fake.

And he agrees the only time
it could have been switched

was during the burglary.

So the thief didn't steal
five portraits, he stole six.

Why just swap one
out with a forgery?

I think the burglary
was a mere diversion.

Switching Phoebe's portrait
was the true goal.

Light's better
in the study.

Speaking of distractions,

couldn't help but notice
a few on your part today.

Anything amiss?

No, I'm fine.

You're drinking out of the bowl
we use for Clyde's baths.

I went to see Lin yesterday.

Lin Wen?

Her case was resolved,
was it not?

Yes, but...

Are you still irked
that she and my brother

once rode below the crupper?

Did you think he was a virgin?

She isn't Mycroft's ex-lover.

She isn't his ex-anything.

She's my sister.

While your half-blood sibling
might have deceived,

exploited and then spurned you,

I might suggest
that the final outcome

is not as tragic
as you make it out to be.

She never wants to see me again.

My brother enlisted the NSA

to fake his own death
two years ago.

You don't see me complaining.

Well, that's different.

I mean, you and Mycroft,
you had each other growing up.

I mean, for better
or for worse.

But she is a missing... piece.

And she's not
the only one.

Your father.

I mean, I always thought
that he left us

because he was sick.

He wasn't capable
of being

part of a family.

But he was capable.

Just not with us.

It sounds like he got better
and then...

stayed with Lin
and her mother for years.

So I guess what
I want to know is

how could he
be a father

to someone else...

even for a little while...

but not even try
with me and Oren?

But I'm not gonna beg.

I left her mother a message.

If Lin won't speak to me,
maybe she will.

Marcus has uncovered a rather
interesting piece of information

about our erased man.

I'm now quite certain

that Phoebe's killer

and the burglar
are one and the same.

Why?

It appears that
both crimes were committed

to protect the perpetrator
of a third crime.

As we know,

this man

was excised
from the forgery

left hanging in
Ephraim Hill's gallery.

But that wasn't
the only alteration.

Phoebe's selfie
captures the man

exiting this car.

The car would've been
too difficult

to remove unnoticed,

so instead, the forger
altered the license plate,

changing this “3” to an “8.”

We ran the correct number.

And?

The car once belonged

to a Louis Bowman,

presumably our erased man.

Mr. Bowman is currently serving

a life sentence for murder.

I suspect that the burglary

and Phoebe's execution

were committed to keep
Louis Bowman

in prison.

Because this picture,

Phoebe's original selfie,

may well prove
that Louis Bowman is innocent.

Three years ago, Marissa Kagan,

a student at North
Connecticut University,

was shot and killed
in her off-campus apartment.

A fellow student,
Louis Bowman,

was convicted
of her murder.

He said he was
at the campus library

when Marissa
was killed,

but no one could
corroborate his alibi.

Until now.

Our current murder victim,
Phoebe Elliot,

took this selfie
in 2013.

This is the campus
library behind her,

and based on
the clothing

he was wearing when he was
arrested later that night,

this is Louis Bowman

getting out of his car.

Phoebe's social media app

stamped that selfie
with the time and date

and that corresponds to the time
of Marissa's murder.

Hmm.

Alibi aside,
the State's case against Louis

seems solid.

It says here he spit
on Marissa's corpse.

Louis and Marissa
knew one another.

Perhaps, for reasons unknown,

he spat on her
earlier in the day.

Perhaps the killer
gained access to his DNA

and framed him.

The fact remains:

if Phoebe's selfie
is to be believed,

Louis Bowman could not have
killed Marissa Kagan.

According to this, Phoebe Elliot
testified for the prosecution.

She and Marissa were friends.

She testified that Louis stalked

and harassed Marissa
for months.

If she had a picture that
could've exonerated Louis,

why did she testify against him?

At the time of the trial,

she probably didn't know
what she had.

On a phone or
even a computer,

Louis and his car are
too small to make out.

You can only really see them

in Ephraim Hill's enlarged
version of the selfie.

You figure Marissa's killer
is still out there.

He saw the selfie
from the gallery

and figured he had
to do something?

Well, it's more likely
that Phoebe recognized Louis

when she saw
the enlarged version.

Phoebe and Marissa

ran in the same social circles.

It's possible that

she confided in
Marissa's real killer

without even
realizing it.

Lucky for him,

Phoebe scrubbed
her college photos

off the Internet sometime after

Ephraim Hill snagged
her picture.

Her brother said she didn't want
anything out there

that could mess up
her job prospects.

So, by planting

the forgery, killing Phoebe
and getting rid of her phone,

and by getting rid
of Ephraim's laptop,

the killer hopes to keep
Louis Bowman in prison forever.

The only thing
he wasn't counting on

was Skyden preserving
Phoebe's original image.

And Louis' alibi along with it.

So who wants to give
the good news to Louis Bowman?

I told them.

I didn't hurt her.

I-I told them
a billion times

I did not hurt Marissa,

and they... they wouldn't
listen to me.

Probably because
there was so much proof

you were stalking her.

When I was in college,
I was, um...

awkward.

You know.

When... I liked someone,

I would get obsessed.

And with Marissa,
I would just...

send texts nonstop.

And sometimes I would hang
around her apartment

just to feel close to her.

I... couldn't help myself.

But a couple months
after I got here, you know,

I was diagnosed
with an anxiety disorder.

So I take medication now.

I-I don't get those feelings.

Well, our colleague
is speaking with

your public defender

and the attorney who
prosecuted you right now.

He's just gathering
information, but...

I gotta think this is
gonna give both of them

second thoughts
about you being here.

Yeah.

Well, I'd be a lot more excited

if my lawyer weren't a moron.

Three years ago,

I told him that
I had seen the real killer.

He didn't believe me.

Y... You saw
the real killer?

Yeah.

One night I was, um...

I was parked outside
of Marissa's place.

And I saw this guy leaving.

He was wearing a Baja sweater.

It-it had this white
and green pattern on it,

and the hood was up,

so I couldn't see his face.

But Marissa was really upset.

And she was yelling about...

being sick of it.

So...

A couple days later,
she was dead.

Why didn't any of this
come up at the trial?

Well, I told you, my public
defender, he's the worst.

You know, he wouldn't
let me testify.

He wanted me to take the plea.

He... he thought I did it.

Did you tell the police
about the man you saw?

Of course I told the police,

but they were too busy
trying to frame me.

Before I met Marissa, I was...

I was seeing this girl.
Amanda Neal.

It ended badly,
so she dropped out

and she joined
the police academy.

- You think she set you up.
- They said that my DNA

was all over Marissa's body,
but that-that's impossible,

because I hadn't
seen her in weeks.

And Amanda,
she-she had it out for me,

so... so I'm thinking either she

or-or one of her
cop friends, they...

they planted evidence.

That-That's
the only explanation.

I have to say, I...

I'm not sure why we're here.

The case against
Louis Bowman

was hardly
circumstantial.

His own attorney didn't want
him to take the stand.

Because you believed
he was guilty.

The State had a strong case.

I advised Louis
to accept a plea bargain

so he could get out
while he still had

some life
left to live.

Were either of you surprised
he refused to take a deal?

Well, I don't prosecute based on

the defendant's response
to a plea offer.

Louis Bowman was
our only suspect.

We had hard physical evidence
against him.

I did my job, Shawn did his.

Justice was served.

Phoebe Elliot's photograph
suggests otherwise.

The image could
be fabricated.

The date and time stamp
could be inaccurate.

It's also not clear

that the man in this picture
is Louis Bowman.

Someone else could've been
driving his car.

Or the image could be
exactly as it appears

and you could have put
an innocent man behind bars.

If you discount
the physical evidence, sure.

But you can't.

Look, all you have
is a fuzzy picture

and an even fuzzier theory

about the police planting
Louis Bowman's spit.

How do you plant spit?

The police took cheek swabs
from Louis during his arrest.

Which could have been used to
create trace evidence, at best.

There was enough saliva

on Marissa's shirt

to soak all the way through
to her bra.

That didn't come from
any cheek swab.

But don't take my word for it.

Take a look
at our work.

I'm sure you'll agree

we got the right guy.

Can't believe he said
he was my boyfriend.

Why would you believe him?

So you two never dated?

I went out with Louis twice.

But when I told him that
we should just be friends,

he didn't get it.

Kept texting me,
hanging around my dorm...

Is that why you
dropped out of school?

No.

College just wasn't for me.

Louis was annoying,

but back then I thought
he was harmless.

Marissa probably did, too,

right up until he killed her.

Like we said,

we are investigating
the possibility

that he did not kill her.

Then you're both idiots.

He thinks that you planted
DNA evidence on her body.

I'm a Connecticut state trooper.

I write speeding tickets.

I don't have access
to murder investigations.

We looked into you.

There's a lot of cops
in your family.

Your dad's a state
trooper, just like you;

your uncle's a captain
in Waterbury PD.

Your brother
and three cousins

are all on the job,

different jurisdictions,
all over the state.

Right.

Now I remember.

I called them all up

and told them I needed help
putting Louis' saliva

on my friend's
dead body.

I kept a jar
of the stuff

after I left school.

You probably think
that's weird, too.

Would you excuse me
a moment?

Hey.

What are you doing here?

Who the hell do
you think you are?

Calling my mother?

Come with me.

In case you haven't noticed,
we are in a police station.

You need to get yourself
under control.

Oh, I'm sorry.
Did I break the rules?

I figured since you thought
it was okay to call my mom,

you wouldn't mind me
coming by your work.

I told you I had
some questions about my father.

Well, since you asked so
nicely, here's something else

you might find interesting.

Five years after he
left, he came back.

My mom, to her credit,

told him to get lost, to go
back to his first family.

But he said he couldn't.

He said that you and
your brother and your mom

had replaced him.

You weren't even
using his last name.

You were ashamed of it,
ashamed of him.

And he hated you for it.

And I mean hated, Joan.

He wished you were all dead.

And now that I've met you,

I get it.

Leave me and my mother alone.

If you're curious to know how my
meeting with the attorneys went,

it's gonna be
a short conversation.

Yeah, well, I'm not calling
about Marissa Kagan's murder.

I'm calling
about Phoebe Elliot's.

You might want
to get back down here.

The car the shooter
used the other night

turned up in Connecticut.

We've got a suspect in custody.

I told you yesterday.

I love Phoebe.

She was my sister.

I didn't kill her.

The evidence says you did.

What evidence?

The night Phoebe died,

this car was
stolen from behind

a restaurant in West
Hartford, Connecticut.

It was found a few hours later,
abandoned in Bridgeport.

Her blood was all over the
rear passenger-side door.

Now, it took the local cops
some time to connect it

to your sister's murder in
New York, but when they did,

we sent them the
DNA you gave us,

and it was a perfect match

for DNA found
inside the vehicle.

It's not possible...

Sure, it is.
You were crying earlier.

You stole this car
in West Hartford, Connecticut.

No, I wasn't.

The capillaries in your eyes

have increased in prominence,
and that's not a symptom

of the upper-respiratory
infection you've been fighting,

and tree pollen, to which you
have an allergy, is very low.

Did you speak
to Lin Wen again?

I don't want
to talk about it.

This is bull.

You steal cars, Keith.

It's what landed you in prison.

I used to steal cars.

I hotwired them.

Old sports cars.

Vettes and Porsches parked

on the streets of New York.

But you're saying
I stole a 2012 four-door

from a valet lot in Connecticut?

Any car will do
when you're

looking to commit
a murder, right?

And you're forgetting
about the DNA.

You planted it, obviously,
because I didn't steal this car!

And I sure as hell
didn't kill my sister!

You said Louis Bowman
also accused the police

of planting DNA,
didn't you?

Yeah, why?

Just odd, isn't it?

Two men making
such a bold accusation

just within hours
of each other.

Especially given
the fact that we think

Louis Bowman
may well be innocent.

Yes, it's odd,
but Marissa Kagan

was killed in
Bristol, Connecticut

and Phoebe Elliot
died in the Bronx.

I mean, do you honestly think
two different police departments

in two different states,
including the one we work in,

are just gonna
sprinkle DNA around

whenever they need
to close a case?

That's right,
Phoebe died in the Bronx.

Marcus said
the shooter's car was abandoned

in Bridgeport, and that's
also odd, isn't it?

Someone stealing
a car in Connecticut

to commit a murder
in New York,

only to drive it
all the way back to Connecticut.

You have a copy
of the lab report

that places
Keith in the car?

Yeah, it's right there.

I retract
my earlier theory.

I don't think anyone planted
evidence in either case.

If I'm right,
the killer didn't have to.

She can create
any evidence she desires.

I tested the samples personally.

The DNA was a match
for Keith Elliot.

Well, you're a supervisor,
Ms. Mercado.

Do you normally run tests
like these yourself?

I do all
the high priority cases.

Rapes, murders...
that kind of thing.

I want to make sure
they're done right.

And they were done right
with Keith Elliot.

We found multiple sources
of DNA in the car.

And one was a definitive match
for your suspect.

Were there any
alleles missing?

It was a complete match.

How many loci?

Thirteen.

And was it a match

- for hair or skin samples?
- Hair.

Yes, 'cause according
to our records,

there were nine strands of
hair found in the vehicle.

But none of them
with the root attached.

That would make it
very, very hard

to get an exact match,
wouldn't it?

Sorry, I meant skin.

It was a skin match.

The samples didn't
actually match.

Did they, Ms. Mercado?

I'm sorry?

We've studied your record.

You're very fast.

And you've had an unusually
high rate of results

that support the State.

I'm good at my job.

But we don't think you
actually do your job at all.

We think you rely
on “dry-labbing”.

You write false reports.

Which conform to the wishes
of the authorities,

instead of actually testing
the samples that you're given.

It's not like this kind
of thing hasn't happened before.

They've had the same problem
in Massachusetts,

North Carolina;
even the FBI's lab

has made thousands
of questionable hair matches

over the last 20 years,
including 32

- in death penalty cases.
- Mm-hmm.

Sometimes it's
inexperience.

Sometimes it's
just incompetence,

but you... you're
a supervisor.

I think you know
what you're doing.

So perhaps you're just driven
by a desire to feel important,

to be the hero,
to be the key witness

putting bad guys away...
am I right?

I have an excellent reputation.

Ask anyone... I am an asset
to law enforcement.

Yes, but you're not supposed
to be an asset, are you?

You're supposed
to be a scientist.

You're supposed to be an
impartial seeker of truth.

But you're not,
you're a charlatan!

And you've sent at least
one innocent man to prison...

Louis Bowman!

I stand by my work.

Then you won't
mind if we retest

all the evidence in
the Phoebe Elliot case

at another facility?

Because if we're right
about what's going on here,

the person who had the best
motive to kill her was you.

You're police.

You know how things work.

In most cases,
even high profile ones,

detectives figure out
who did it

by talking to the right people,
following their gut.

It's finding proof
that's tough.

You used to be able
to get convictions

with witness statements
or circumstantial evidence,

but these days

juries want
something physical.

They want DNA.

And you give it to them.

I'm on your side.

You know that DNA
can be more subjective

than people think.

It can be hard to find
an uncontaminated sample.

The results
can be inconclusive.

So when the police
are sure who did it,

but the tests aren't clear,

I give law enforcement
the benefit of the doubt.

You frame people.

You corrupt the justice process
from the inside.

I help get convictions.

Louis Bowman got
a life sentence thanks to you.

Only it's looking
more and more

like he didn't kill
Marissa Kagan three years ago.

We think that when
Phoebe Elliot realized she had

a picture that could
exonerate him,

she told someone.

Maybe it was you.

Maybe it was the lab to confirm

whether the DNA was accurate.

If that was the case,

you would've realized
how much was at stake.

An audit would uncover the
same pattern that we found.

You were in danger
of going to jail.

And having every conviction

that you'd engineered
overturned.

Killing Phoebe would
stop that from happening.

I told you I didn't do that.

I never even met the woman.

Phoebe was shot
in the Bronx.

But her killer drove a car

full of evidence all
the way to Bridgeport.

And the only reason to do that

was to make sure that
that car was processed

at the Connecticut
forensics lab... your lab...

where you could implicate
whoever you wanted.

Phoebe's brother was the
lowest hanging fruit.

You said yourself
good police work

usually reveals the killer.

In this case,
you have means and motive.

And unless you can
provide us with an alibi,

you also have opportunity.

I was home alone that night.

But I can prove
I didn't kill her.

Recheck the DNA evidence
from the stolen car

in your own lab.

Or a private lab.

Or any lab you want.

You'll see that none of it
belongs to me.

What would that prove?

You're an expert.

You could've
removed your DNA.

Or worn protective gear
to make sure

it never ended up in that car
in the first place.

I could've removed all the DNA
from that car, sure.

But to remove only my own,
that would be a neat trick.

As far as protective gear goes,

why would I risk
getting pulled over

for driving around
in a Hazmat suit?

In your version
of the story,

I knew that I'd be
processing the evidence,

so I wouldn't have needed
to keep my DNA out of the car,

because I never would've
reported a match to myself.

Right?

I didn't kill anyone.

Do the tests.

Do them right.

You'll see I'm innocent.

Every piece of evidence
she ever handled,

every lab report
with her name on it,

it's all got to be reexamined,

which means hundreds of cases

getting reopened
in Connecticut.

Of course, in the meantime,
we got our own problems.

I'm not convinced that
she killed Phoebe Elliot.

Nor am I.

You have to appreciate
the irony.

Were someone like Ms. Mercado
to process the evidence

they would happily provide

the false match
needed for a conviction,

but an honest test would
likely exonerate her.

Still, whoever killed Phoebe had
to have known about her, right?

Why else would they drive the
car all the way to Connecticut?

They were counting on her
doing what she did.

They knew that no matter
what the test revealed,

her report would confirm
the police's initial suspect.

Her ability to produce
evidence on demand

can't have gone
completely unnoticed

by Connecticut's entire
criminal justice system.

Which means we're probably

looking for someone
in law enforcement.

Could we talk?

More detective stuff?

A technician's been
falsifying evidence

at a crime lab.

We think someone knew
and took advantage.

I was going through
all of her cases

and making lists
of the people

who were in the habit

of steering work her way.

No Sherlock?

He's talking to a suspect
we already know about.

I don't do this very often,
so I may suck at it,

but I came to apologize.

Obviously, I have a lot of
unresolved anger over my father.

Our father.

I lied when I said he hated you.

He never came back to us,
and as far as I know,

he never even knew
your mom remarried.

So I'm sorry.

Well, I had a feeling
that you... might get angry

after you found out
that I called your mother,

so I'm sorry, too.

I've never really been good
at taking no for an answer.

Pretty sure
that's a Yun family trait.

Not knowing when to quit.

When in doubt, charge ahead.

You have the right
to be curious about Dad.

Like you said,
for you, he's a mystery.

But for me...

I remember him giving
me piggyback rides

and calling me
silly nicknames.

And I remember him getting
angry and confused,

and then he was gone.

He was someone
that I had and I lost,

and it hurts
to think about that.

Anyway, um, I talked to Mom,

and she said it's okay
if you want to call her again.

I appreciate that.

Good luck with all this.

I already told you I
didn't have anything to do

with Marissa's case
three years ago.

That's not exactly
true, is it?

By now, you've heard
about the arrest

of the crime
lab supervisor

who processed the evidence
in Marissa's murder.

It turns out that you made
quite a few calls to her

while she was working the case.

So?

So your cousin Bailey Neal
is in Narcotics.

Over the last few years, he's
sent a lot of cases Zoe's way.

Maybe that's just a coincidence,
or maybe he knew how she worked.

Maybe he told you
about his secret weapon.

Okay.

First, that's BS.

Bailey is a good cop, the best.

Second, the only reason
I called Zoe as much as I did

was because I felt guilty.

About?

Marissa was my friend.

If I didn't drop out,
I don't know,

maybe Louis wouldn't have
stopped obsessing over me

and started obsessing over her.

So did I encourage Zoe

to make sure he wouldn't
get away with it? Yes.

Absolutely. But I was like that
with everyone on the case.

Well, there could be another
reason that you wanted

to point Zoe at Louis.

You killed Marissa.

What?

You say that you and Louis
weren't a couple.

He says that you were.

What if he's telling the truth?

He grew interested
in your friend.

You got jealous.

Something funny?

Yeah. Uh, Marissa and I never
would have fought over a guy.

You were that close?

No, she was that gay.

Her family is super religious.

She never got around
to telling them.

The only people who knew
were me and Phoebe

and a couple of other friends.

I'll give you their names.

You can talk to them.

They'll tell you.

After she was killed,

we decided it wasn't
our place to say anything.

Plus we knew it wasn't relevant

because we knew Louis
was the one who did it.

Let's say we believe you.

Is there any other
“irrelevant” information

you've been keeping to yourself?

You say Louis is innocent,
I say you're wrong,

but Marissa was seeing somebody,
a married woman.

She never told me who,

but she did say she was
pushing her to get a divorce.

How'd it go
with Amanda Neal?

I don't believe
she's our killer.

How's it going with the
case files of Zoe Mercado?

Well, from the looks of things,

there were at least
a few dozen people

in Connecticut law enforcement

who knew what
she was up to.

They'd either specifically
request her to process evidence,

or they would ask her to repeat
a test done by a subordinate

to get a better result.

You already know who we're
looking for, don't you?

As a matter of fact,
I believe I do.

That's nice.

I got there 20 minutes ago.

Can I help you?

I'm Detective Bell
with the NYPD.

This is Detective Gould
with the Avon PD.

Does Assistant District Attorney
Christa Pullman live here?

She's my wife.
Is everything okay?

She's fine.

My colleagues
and I are here

about a college student
named Marissa Kagan.

Does that name
ring a bell?

It was tragic,
what happened to her.

Actually, that's what
we're here to talk about.

The kids are at school.

Come in.

I don't understand.

Marissa's murder
was solved years ago.

It was that stalker, that boy
she went to school with.

We now think
Louis Bowman was framed

and that the person
who did it

also recently shot and killed
a young woman in the Bronx.

That's horrible.

But shouldn't you be talking
to Christa about this?

She'll be home in a few hours.

We will.

We've recently become
aware of a suspect

that the police never pursued,

a married woman with whom
Marissa was having an affair.

A witness reports seeing
Marissa's lover wearing

a very distinctive
green-and-white Baja sweater.

Any idea who that might be?

Christa has a sweater like that.

Did you know
about the affair?

I found out.

Your wife's failure to disclose

her relationship
to the victim at trial

is gonna be enough for
Avon PD to get a warrant.

Someone's gonna be here shortly
to collect samples of her DNA.

Her toothbrush,
her hairbrush should do.

They can take
whatever they need.

But first...

there's something else
you should know.

My personal attorney
is on her way over.

I'm not going to discuss any
of this until she gets here.

That's all right.

We don't really need
to ask any questions.

Your wife already
confessed to everything.

- What?
- Please.

Sit.

We know that you and Marissa
were having an affair

and that your wife,
Teri, found out.

She confronted Marissa
over your infidelity,

and that confrontation ended
in Marissa's murder.

When Teri got home,
she told you what she had done.

She was ready to face
the consequences

and turn herself in,
but you told her not to,

that you would
take care of everything.

And you did,
you made sure that Zoe Mercado

was the one who tested
the saliva on Marissa's body,

and, like you expected,
she matched it to Louis Bowman.

You thought that was
the end of it.

But then, a few weeks ago,
Phoebe Elliot contacted you.

She told you what she'd seen
in that blown-up selfie

in Ephraim Hill's gallery.

She said it seemed to
corroborate Bowman's alibi.

You shared this with your wife,

and according to her,
you once again promised

to “handle” everything.

You tried to convince Phoebe,
as you did me,

that the photograph
wasn't reliable.

When that failed, Teri says she
took matters into her own hands.

First, you replaced Phoebe's
selfie with a forgery.

Then, the next night,

she went to a restaurant
near your home in Avon

and stole a car
out of the valet lot.

Then she drove to Phoebe's
gym in the Bronx,

waited for her and shot her.

We've got a signed
confession from your wife

admitting to the burglary at
the gallery and to the murders

of Marissa Kagan
and Phoebe Elliot.

No.

No, you coerced this.

I can get this thrown out.

Your wife's confession
was entirely voluntary.

We've got it in writing
and on tape.

There was a time when that would
have been the end of the matter,

but ex-lab supervisor
Zoe Mercado is right

about one thing: juries do not
like to convict these days

without DNA evidence,
so we retested

the saliva found on Marissa's
shirt three years ago

just to be certain.

It's a preliminary
match for Teri.

There isn't much doubt
she killed Marissa,

but Phoebe Elliot?

That's another story.

We compared Teri's DNA

to skin cells recovered from
the car used in Phoebe's murder.

If ex-lab supervisor Zoe Mercado
or anyone of her ilk

had performed those tests,

they would have rightly
come back a match.

But in this case,
we didn't inform the lab

which DNA belonged
to our suspect.

We provided several samples
from your home,

samples from other suspects,
like Keith Elliot, Ephraim Hill.

Even threw in a sample
from my tortoise

just to keep them on their toes.

And imagine our surprise
when the lab revealed

that the DNA in the car
didn't belong to your wife,

it belonged to you.

You knew Phoebe's
brother had a record.

With his history,
it was a matter of time

before we zeroed in on him.

And with a little nudge,
Zoe would attribute

any physical evidence found
to him and not you.

Teri felt responsible
for the whole chain of events.

So to protect you
and to leave your children

with at least one parent
not in prison,

she tried to take
the blame for both crimes.

Fortunately for them,

we understand they have
very loving grandparents.

Unfortunately for you,

when lab work is done right,

without bias,
without assumption,

it really does tend to convince
a jury of a killer's guilt.

This is gonna sell quickly,

so let me know
if you're interested.

Looking for a place of your own?

Can't beat the location.

Your office said you'd be here.

I called your mother today,
and we spoke for a while.

Your Mandarin must be good.

No, she seems nice.

She's the best.

She invited me to tea.

I'm not surprised.

I took a rain check.

Look, I know this
has been a lot for you.

It's been a lot for me, too.

And I just thought,
“Why rush it?”

I'll have tea with your mother
when you're ready to join us.

Why?

Because you're my sister.

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