All language subtitles for Elementary.S07E02

Previously on Elementary...

You have to tell the FBI.

If it weren't for you,

my little girl
wouldn't be a killer.

I'm the only one
who could confess

without going to prison.

The Brits won't extradite him.

They made that very clear.

He isn't allowed to set foot
in the U.S. ever again.

Sherlock Holmes isn't
America's problem anymore.

Everything that went down
between you

and Sherlock and Joan,

you got to get past it.
- Marcus...

No. They never did
anything but right by us.

I'm gonna call them
tomorrow, apologize.

- Captain?
- Actually, it's me.

Marcus.

Sorry I'm calling like this.

The captain-- he's been shot.

It's bad.

Banksy ain't got
nothing on you, yo.

What the hell was that?

What you doing?

Calling 911.

Are you crazy?
Look at your hands.

They're gonna know it was you
who did all that graffiti.

We can't just leave him
here like this.

He's a drunk driver, man.

He did this to himself.

No, man, look at his back.

I think that's a bullet hole.

Whatever, man. I'm out.

Obviously I called.

The cops and the ambulance,
they got there fast.

Then, all of a sudden,
there was more cops and more.

I thought, shoot.

This must be what it's like
when a white dude gets shot.

I didn't know he was Five-O
till later.

You know I told all this to
the cops that came that night,

right?

Yeah, but the shooting victim,

he's my friend.

I wanted to talk to you myself.

I wanted to thank you.

Um, I need a minute, Tremaine.

Sit tight.

Hey.

I came straight
from the airport.

I didn't mean to interrupt.

No, it's okay. He's, uh,

he's the one
who found the captain.

I was just making
sure the guys

who talked to him the night of
hadn't missed anything.

And?

Everything I told you
when I called

is everything we know.

Is the captain doing any better?

Same.

He still hasn't
regained consciousness.

He keeps needing transfusions.
The docs think

there may be something in there
still bleeding.

They might have to go back in.

I want to see him,
but I also want to help

with the investigation.

Kind of figured you would.

Look, if you think
it's gonna be a problem

because of everything
that happened last year...

Hey. You're not the one
who confessed

to Michael Rowan's murder.
Sherlock was.

Anyone has a problem
with you being here,

they can take it up with me.

How is he, by the way?

Your partner?

Must've killed him
to have to stay in London.

You have no idea.

But the deal he made
with the FBI

was pretty clear.

If he comes back to the
U.S., he gets arrested.

I'm gonna keep him in the loop,

and he's gonna do
what he can from there.

This isn't how I wanted
to see you,

but I'm glad you're here.

I'm glad I'm here, too.

Well?

Did he buy it?

Yeah. He bought it.

♪ Elementary 7x02 ♪
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Original Air Date on May 30, 2019

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@elder_man

The gas isn't working, either.

I just spoke to Wiggins.
He assures me the utilities

will be turned back on
by this evening.

What about the furniture? He
said he was gonna rent us some?

As far as he's concerned,
he's renting some for you.

He thinks I'm still in England.

Are we gonna have beds
to sleep on tonight or not?

The furniture should arrive
no later than 5:00 p.m.

Remind me why we're
not staying someplace else?

This was more than just our home
for six years.

This was our
laboratory.

Our sanctum sanctorum.

Where else to tackle
a case so important?

I don't know, someplace where
there's with a working toilet?

Voilà.

I still don't understand

why you wouldn't let
Lin sell this place.

Anyone who sells real estate
in New York

when they don't have to
is a fool.

Besides, this place
is your inheritance.

Yeah, but still...

You said the captain's condition
was unchanged?

What about the investigation?

I'm afraid
the prognosis on that

is also pretty grim.

All Marcus knows is what
he told us when he called.

The captain was driving home
from the precinct.

Somewhere along
the way, he stopped,

he got out of his car.

Gunfire was exchanged.

He was shot once in the abdomen,
once in the back.

He got back in his car, drove
away and crashed it in Flushing.

So they still haven't identified
the scene of the crime.

They don't know exactly
where he was gunned down.

Could be he was tricked into
pulling over for the shooter,

or he was ambushed when
he stopped to run an errand.

Either way, the one thing
that everyone can agree on

is that it wasn't random.

I imagine there's something else
everyone can agree on:

a police captain, with decades
of service to the NYPD,

would have made literally
thousands of enemies.

Our suspect pool is huge.

How's Marcus?

Okay, all things considered.

Did he mention the Marshals?

He reached out
to them yesterday.

He told them
that he was not gonna

report for training next week.

He said that
he didn't feel right

leaving the 11th
at a time like this.

Well, their loss is our gain.

It's Paige.
I texted her to see

when I could go see
the captain at the hospital.

She says I can come now.

I'd say you should join, but...

But I'm wanted
by the FBI for murder.

It's just as well.

I'm going to retrace the path

between the precinct
and the crash site.

Any luck, I'll find the scene
of the shooting as well.

Are you sure
you want to do this?

Stay in New York. If the
feds realize you're here...

You didn't think
I'd sneak through customs

with a false passport,
but I did.

Anyway, we're not planning
on staying here for too long.

We'll find
the captain's shooter,

point Marcus in his
or her direction,

and then go back to London.

Considering it's us,

that should take, what,
three days?

Four at the absolute maximum.

He calls me every time
he's on his way home.

That was part of the deal
when we got married.

I get that call,
I know he's safe.

He made it through
another day.

I don't have to worry
about him anymore.

My phone rang
the other night.

I relaxed.

Only it wasn't him.

It was Marcus

calling to let me know...

So the day it happened, did
he say anything about stopping

somewhere on
his way home?

No.

What about his
recent caseload?

Did he mention any problems
with anyone, any threats?

No.

But if somebody
had threatened him,

I don't think
he would have told me.

He didn't like
to bring that stuff home.

I didn't either,
when I was on the job.

Have you even been home
since all this happened?

Hannah's gonna bring me
some stuff. I'll be fine.

I like the hair.

It suits you.

Thanks.

I changed my look
this year, too.

In case you couldn't tell.

Numbness in the legs?

It's MS, the gift
that keeps on giving.

How's your partner doing?

He's good.

He wishes he
could be here.

I know you two
aren't cops,

but your work is dangerous, too.

Make sure he takes
care of himself

while you're out of town, okay?

Thanks. But I'm sure he's fine.

Anything?

Nah, man. Nothing.

Ain't you gonna get up now?

Reenacting elements
of a traumatic incident

can help flesh out the memories
of those who witnessed it.

But I told you,
I didn't witness anything.

I didn't see the dude crash,
I just heard it.

What is it you want me
to remember, anyway?

A scent, a sound.

Anything that could
help me identify

where he was coming from
before he crashed.

Like, if I smelled pizza,
you'd go check out

all the pizza places
around here?

Did you smell pizza?

Nah. It's just an example.

The man who was shot began his
journey at the 11th precinct.

I've retraced that path twice
now and haven't been able

to identify
where he was ambushed.

Why is it important?

Because there might be
something there

that could help me identify
the shooter.

DNA, a fingerprint.

Can I go now?
I paid you for the hour.

I know.

But I already told you
everything I know.

Just like I told
the cops twice.

I heard brakes, then a crash.
I found a dude lying

on the ground
and I called 911.

You said you heard brakes.

So?

You didn't mention anything
about brakes before.

- Course I did.
- No, you didn't.

Also, there aren't
any skid marks here.

The captain's car slammed into

that column
without slowing down.

Right. I heard the brakes
a few seconds before the crash.

How many seconds?

Maybe three?

Three.

Hey-- what...?

You think those
are from your friend?

Note the curvature.

He was traveling
at a very high speed

as he approached the corner,
then he slammed on his brakes.

Dude was in worse
shape than I thought.

He was going the wrong way
down a one-way street.

Well, the fact that he was
driving the wrong way

as he fled for his life
is not that surprising.

What is surprising

is that these marks indicate
he wasn't coming

from the direction
of the 11th precinct,

but an entirely different
direction.

We've been looking
for the scene of the shooting

along the wrong route.

Guessing the power is still off.

I'm assured it'll be
turned on by noon tomorrow.

You know, when a utility
company says tomorrow,

they really mean
next week, right?

Where is all the
rental furniture?

Delayed.
But have no fear.

I went to an army surplus store

and got us a couple of cots.

New or used?

Does it matter?
How's the captain?

Bad. Nothing's changed.

He's still
in critical condition.

It's hard seeing him that way.

I take it you received my text.

So, you don't think
he took his usual route

from the 11th to his house
the night he was shot?

The police assumed that he had
because the place

where he crashed his car
was on that route,

but in addition
to the skid marks I found here,

I also found
a booted car here.

It had recently
been sideswiped.

The paint chips
in evidence suggest

that the offending vehicle
was a dark blue Crown Victoria.

Same as the captain's.

- Mm.
- Odds are

he wasn't tricked into
pulling over on his way home.

He stopped somewhere
after work.

Somewhere at least one mile
out of his way.

The problem is,

there's no way of telling
where he was coming from

before he sideswiped
that car.

He was heading south

before he turned onto the street
with the booted car.

So, Marcus gave me copies
of everything the police have.

This is what the captain was
wearing the night he was shot.

CSU took photos of it before
they sent it to the lab.

They thought
that was more blood,

but the color looked off to me.

It's hard to tell
from a photograph,

but it looks more like a
reddish dirt, maybe clay.

I think it's a mixture of both.
That is a baseball field.

Most baseball fields

use a mixture
of clay and dirt

on their base paths.
What if this is

where the captain was
the night he was shot?

It's a .380, just like the
bullets that struck the captain.

So, the shooter
maybe stood here?

And he shot at the
captain, who was...

where?

There.

Looks like not all the shooter's
bullets found the captain.

This must be

from one that did.

So, he was shot here,

returns fire,

and then he runs off
that way,

stumbles on the base path,

got into his car
and sped away.

I need to call Marcus.

Tell him we found
the crime scene.

Well, we could
or we could stay here,

try and find out

what the captain was
doing here that night.

Obviously, there wasn't
a game being played.

There would've been
dozens of witnesses.

Someone would have
called the police.

What is it?

Smell that.

Is that lye?

Excuse me.

Well, I can't be certain...

...but I think this
has something to do

with the captain's visit.

Kind of feel bad putting
him back in another wall.

Good news is we were
able to make an ID.

Tim Bledsoe.

Local kid, went to community
college in Queens.

Bledsoe. Do I
know that name?

You might remember
his missing person poster.

His mother reported his
disappearance eight months ago.

The detective
who handled the case

pulled his file so I could
check a few things.

Dental records are
a perfect match.

My report's got
standard notes on decomp.

Cause of death was
multiple gunshot wounds.

You pulled a .380 slug
from his skull.

Same caliber they took
out of the captain.

So, fits what we thought.

He went to look
for Tim's body,

but the killer made sure
that didn't happen.

Be nice if we could ask him

how he ended up at
the baseball field.

Excuse me.

We should go, too.

Got our work
cut out for us.

Figure I'll invite
everyone mentioned

in the missing persons
file down for a chat.

Talk to the construction company
that built the snack bar

at that field, too.

I'll go talk to his mother.

If she's the one
who reported him missing,

then she's had longer
than anyone to think about

who would hurt her son.

So, what'd you want
to ask me, Mr....?

I'm sorry,
I can't think straight.

It's Ms. Watson and...

Harlan Emple.

We're consultants
with the department.

I'm sorry. There've been people
in and out all morning.

Of course.

Your son's case is
very important to us.

It never was before.

But maybe that
was for the best.

If I just let it lie,

that police captain
I talked to,

he wouldn't have
gotten hurt.

Actually, we wanted
to talk to you about him.

We were wondering how
he got onto the case.

Are you saying that
you brought it to him?

Yeah. A couple
weeks back.

I read about a missing
girl they found,

the Major Case Squad.

I thought, that's who should've
been looking for my Tim.

Those detectives
at the beginning,

I never really thought they
were looking too hard.

They never listened to me.

They listened to my ex
'cause he's on the job.

And that would be Tim's father?

Yeah, Marty Bledsoe.

He's a sergeant with the 16th.

When Tim disappeared,
Marty told everyone,

"Oh, he's just run off."

He sounded so sure,
I even wanted to believe it,

but then Tim's birthday
rolls by, then my birthday,

still no word from him.
It started to sink in.

Something awful
must've happened.

And the detectives
handling the disappearance

didn't agree?

Tim's last years
were pretty bad.

He got in fights.

He drank.
There might've been some drugs.

Most people would believe
Tim was the kind of kid

to drop off the map.

Anyone in his orbit stand out
as capable of violence?

I don't know.

All of them.

Tim mostly kept to himself,

but the people he did
hang around with were no good.

It's part of why Tim and
Marty fought so much,

part of why me
and Marty fought, too.

You've mentioned
your ex twice now.

You think he did this,
don't you?

Captain Gregson wanted
to tread lightly.

That's why he was looking
into Tim's case himself.

But I've gone to bed every
night for eight months

thinking the same thing:

Marty sure did a good
job of keeping the police

from looking too
hard for our son.

This is some sick joke,

calling me in like I'm
some kind of criminal.

Your ex-wife asked my boss to
take a look at your son's case,

to take a look at you.

Now he's on life support
at St. Bede's.

Yeah.

You know, somewhere on my list
of things that make today

the worst day of my life
is knowing that Elise

thinks that somehow
I could hurt our son.

Why would
she think that?

I don't know.

She always blamed me
for facing the truth.

She was too weak
to do that.

And what's the truth?

That Tim was a bad seed.

And it broke my heart realizing
that there was no reaching him,

but there wasn't.

The file in his disappearance,

it lists a few people
Tim got mixed up with,

some minor incidents at school.

I don't see anything here
that makes him a bad seed.

Well, you can
thank me for that.

I mean, it kind of helps having
a police sergeant for a father.

I can't tell you how many
times I had charges squashed:

vandalism,
public intoxication,

grand theft auto.

Like I said, bad seed.

He was such a sweet, little boy.

But me and Elise, uh...

we lost him a long time ago.

What can you tell me
about eight months ago?

You want to hear it? Fine.

I loved that kid, right up
until he made it impossible.

But even then, come on.

I would never hurt him.
I didn't.

And, I mean, if you
need alibis, I got 'em.

More than one?

For Tim and
your captain.

Week my boy went missing,
I was fishing in Canada

with a couple of buddies.

And last Thursday,
time of the shooting,

I was at home with
my girlfriend.

You can ask her.

You should go home.

Listen, if you want...

I got a few names that
probably aren't on that list.

Folks you ought to talk to.

Like I said, I cleaned up
a lot of his messes.

Stanley Veek.

I'm a professor
at Goldbriar C.C.

I had Tim Bledsoe

in Introduction
to Accounting Practices.

You can call me Patrick.

It's not Lieutenant Meers
anymore.

I left the Army
last year.

Well, I appreciate
you coming in.

As I mentioned
on the phone,

Tim Bledsoe's body being found,
it's given us reason to go back,

talk to everyone
he had trouble with, Mr....

Godel. Jacob Godel.

And I don't mean
to be adversarial,

I'd just rather not help you.

Why is that?

Uh, because I don't care
if Tim's killer is ever found.

What'd you have against him?

He slapped me
in front of my whole class.

I was expecting, "No, Dr. Veek,
I don't know the difference

between LIFO and FIFO,"
but instead he slapped me.

You know, I was drinking
at a bar with a buddy

and Tim was sitting
a few stools down.

He overheard me say
I was selling my car,

so he asked if
he could see it.

I took him outside
to show it to him

and he picked a fight with me.

He called me gay,
sucker punched me, boom.

I'm a big guy.

He got it worse than I did.

The cops showed up,
I told them to drop it.

Hell, I even went back in
and finished my drink.

He was a demon,
spawn of the Devil.

Maybe you could be
more specific?

He beat me up.

I wanted to press charges,
but his dad's a cop.

I reported the slap.
He was suspended.

End of story.

Yeah, I thought
about revenge sometimes.

But I was on a trip
to Argentina with my folks

when he disappeared.

Hmm. I felt bad for him.
He was troubled.

You know, you could just tell.

A head case.

One of those
trench coat kids, you know?

Him and his friend.

His friend was the one
I figured

would end up in real trouble.

Nobody's mentioned Tim having
any close friends.

Oh, he had one.

They hung out
in the back of my class.

It was creepy as can be.

Dylan... Halleran.

That's his name.

You moved your cot.

I needed somewhere to sit.

You want to talk?

Actually, at the moment,
I've got very little to say

about the murder
of Tim Bledsoe.

Given his behavior,
I think the only mystery

is why he wasn't
killed years ago.

I wasn't talking
about the case,

I was talking about
the captain.

These last few days,
everything happened so fast.

Marcus called,
we packed our things,

we came straight here.

We never even talked about it.

What's to talk about?

You and the captain,
everything that happened

before you left
for London last year.

If memory serves, Watson,

we talked about
the subject ad nauseam

before your own
move to London.

I know, but it's
different now.

How's it different?

Because someone tried
to kill him?

He chose to protect
his daughter over you.

That's not gonna change,

no matter how many
times he gets shot.

You came a very long way
to help him.

It was the right thing to do.

You're risking
a prison sentence.

Does that seem so
out of character?

I got a call from Paige
a little while ago.

He had a rough night.

If he doesn't
show improvement soon...

Then what?

You should go see him.

Call it closure,
call it whatever you want,

but you should say
what you want to say to him

before it's too late.

He's unconscious.

It wouldn't be for him,
it would be for you.

Well, you just said yourself,
I'm wanted by the FBI.

I can't just pop
into a hospital.

He could be in the basement
of the Pentagon.

If you wanted to,
you could find a way

in and out of there,
and no one would be the wiser.

Hey, Marcus, what's up?

We got a suspect.
Dylan Halleran.

I don't remember his name
from the case file.

He wasn't in it.

Nobody on that list
looked promising,

but I like him;
he was Tim's only friend.

And you think he killed him?

Let's just say he's capable.

I'm trying to unseal
his juvenile records,

but he's been pretty busy
since he turned 16.

Three arrests.
One included a weapons charge.

He had his dad's .380 on him
when they popped him

for possession of ketamine
and stolen goods.

Surprised he isn't locked up.

He should be,
but he skipped bail.

The judge issued a warrant
for his arrest.

I just sent it to you.

This is great.

It will be if we find him.

Half the NYPD is
beating the bushes.

Good.
I'll join them.

Bro, Th-this is not a phone.

Th-This is, like, an MP3 player.
This is trash, man.

What the hell?!

Wait, wait, come back. Ow!

Dylan Halleran, we've
been looking for you.

More like rousting
ketamine dealers

in areas
that your record suggests

you're likely to frequent.

What do you want?

The truth about what happened
to Tim Bledsoe.

I haven't seen him in forever.

What, are you guys looking
for him or something?

We know where he is.
He's in the morgue.

Shot to death with a .380,
just like yours.

Wait, what?
Tim's dead?

Has been for eight months.

I thought he just split
or something,

but he was dead.

You guys think I did it?

When's the last time
you saw him?

About eight months ago.

I, I remember, 'cause it was
right before he stole my car.

I know what you guys
are thinking, okay.

That car theft is
a motive for murder.

Yeah, it was a dick move,

but I wouldn't kill him over it.

Were you questioned recently
by a police captain

by the name of Tom Gregson?

Who?
No.

He was shot Thursday night.

Same caliber gun.

No, no, no, no, no,
I would never--

Wait, did you say Thursday?

Thursday I was dead.

I OD'd on some bad K.

They said at the hospital
my heart stopped

for, like, a minute.

I kept the bracelet in case
I ever needed to go back.

As for Tim, you know,
I wanted him found

as bad as anyone...
so I could kick his ass.

After he was done
with my car,

he parked it next to a hydrant
in the Bronx.

It took me forever
to save up enough

to get it out of impound.

I just got it back,
like, last week.

So the car was left
virtually undisturbed

since he disappeared.

Yeah. I think so.
Why?

Is it nearby?

Forgive me for
saying this, Dylan,

but you don't strike me
as the sort of gentleman

who summers in Connecticut;
do you know anything about this?

What is it?

It's a ticket
for the Bridgeport Ferry,

dated 23rd of October, 2018.

That's around the same time
that Tim disappeared.

The day after he was last seen.

That would allow him to
stow his vehicle on board

and then cross Long Island Sound
to Port Jefferson.

Was it Tim's?

It's definitely not mine.

Did he say anything
about taking any trips?

Not to me.

Pungent smell.

I know, man, he punked me hard.

- What does that mean?
- I told you.

He dumped the car
where he knew it'd get towed.

He also filled the trunk
with, like, a million bags

of fertilizer.
I got rid of it,

but I'll never get
rid of that smell.

I don't think your friend
was punking you, Dylan.

Are those blasting caps?

To be used in conjunction with
the fertilizer, I imagine.

I think Tim Bledsoe
was planning on

sinking the Long
Island Ferry,

and a few hundred
people with it.

The kid you found in the wall,

he was plotting
a terror attack?

Technically, it's just a theory.

But he had all the materials
for a fertilizer bomb

in the trunk of
a car he stole.

Going by the smell,

I'm pretty sure the lab
is gonna confirm it.

They're gonna find traces
of solid ammonium nitrate

fertilizer in the trunk.

Same stuff that was used
in the Oklahoma City bombing.

He have enough
to sink a ship?

According to Dylan,
the trunk was full of it,

at least 800 pounds.

That's enough to punch a hole
in just about anything.

Well, the ferry makes sense
if Tim was some kind of

aspiring domestic terrorist.

Why else would he drive
from Queens to Connecticut

and then drive all the way back
to Port Jefferson?

I called the ferry.

They're gonna check
exact numbers on ridership,

but best guess,
the ship would have gone down

with 200 people
on board that day.

Instead, Tim Bledsoe gets
shot and stuffed in a wall

one day before all this
is supposed to happen.

I can't imagine
it's a coincidence,

which only leads
to more questions.

Was this Tim's plan?

Was he working
for someone?

Did his accomplice
get cold feet?

Crossed my mind,
the guy who shot him

did the world
a pretty big favor.

But if we're talking
about some hero

who learned what
Tim was up to,

why not call the cops?

Why shoot a cop to
keep it all a secret?

I agree. It doesn't
make any sense.

Someone had to know
Tim's plan.

I got to let the feds
in on all this,

see if he was
on their radar.

I'm guessing you
don't want to join me.

Actually, I want to talk
to Tim's mother again.

She didn't think he was
such a bad kid.

I want to know if she was
lying to me or just herself.

You think Tim wanted
to kill people?

We know it's hard to
hear, but we don't have

a better explanation
for what we found so far.

Can you think of another reason
he would have bought

a ticket
for the Bridgeport Ferry?

Do you have friends or relatives
in Connecticut?

I have no idea why he would've
wanted to drive up there,

but what you're saying...

a-a bomb?

It's not possible.

I would know.

Well, maybe some part of you
did know subconsciously?

You trying to cover for him?

This is ridiculous.

My son was not a bomber.

Perhaps not.

We're by no means certain
that he acted alone.

Plot like this requires
considerable planning,

sophistication,
and technical expertise.

You said that Tim
fell in with the wrong crowd.

Can you think
of anyone in particular

who might have gotten
in his ear?

Anyone who knew
how to build

a fertilizer bomb?

You know something.

No, I don't, but...

but you said "fertilizer."

That's right.
He had a lot of it.

Right before Tim went missing,
about a week, maybe,

I lost my credit card.

Or I thought I did. I-I didn't
want to believe it was Tim.

There were these
weird charges.

I called and complained.

I told the company
they were fraud,

and they canceled them.

But it was Tim.

He bought a lot
of other stuff, too.

But it could just be
a coincidence, right?

I mean,
it-it could've been fraud.

We need to see those charges.

The investigation into
your shooting proceeds apace.

I'm confident we'll find
the person responsible.

Also... hello.

It's my understanding that,
despite your condition,

you might understand some,
if not all, of what I'm saying.

Of course it's more likely
I'm just talking to myself.

What you did to Watson...

You jeopardized everything.
Yeah.

I know

Hannah's your daughter, so...

I would have understood.

I would have helped you.

And-and I want you to know
that I forgive you.

Of course I do.

Should've got yourself shot
a lot sooner,

we could have settled
this all then.

How much of that did you hear?

I came in at "I forgive you."

How did you get past
the guy in the hall?

I'm sorry.
I shouldn't have come.

No, I'm glad
you did.

I think he would be, too.

You know, I don't know what went
down between you guys last year,

I mean, not really,

but I know that he missed you.

Every day.

He loves you.

I mean, he can't
say it right now.

Hell, he probably couldn't
say it even if he was awake...

but he does.

Did you get to say
everything you wanted to?

932 bucks. That's all it costs
to build a car bomb, huh?

If you're making it
out of gardening supplies,

but that's not why I wanted you
to see that statement.

Check out the
highlighted charges.

Looks like all the
purchases Tim's mom

flagged as fraud were
at businesses in the Bronx.

See all the little ones
from Natty G's?

So that is a diner

attached to a youth hostel
in Morris Heights.

So you know where Tim
was staying before he died.

Better than that. I have
footage of Tim being abducted.

So it happened
out front,

the night before he was going
to Connecticut to set sail.

Nobody ever saw this?

He was checked in under a fake
name, so nobody knew to look.

But the building
across the street

has an exterior security camera
that caught the whole thing.

Time-stamped 22:34.

Okay. There's Tim.

Now there's just
a second at the end,

you get a glimpse of the guy,
but you can see, plain as day,

he's carrying
a gun. There.

That's got to be enough
for facial recognition.

Actually, we won't need it.
I met that bastard yesterday.

Hon, I'm heading to the store.

We need anything besides
detergent and lunch meat?

No, I think that's it.

Tessa, let him be
the squirrel this time.

Pat, did you
forget something?

All units, be advised,
subject knows we're out here.

He heard us.
They're pretty sure.

He's got six registered guns
and two kids inside.

All right,

tell your men to stand down.
I got to talk to him.

Patrick Meers.

Come out with
your hands up.

We don't want to see anyone
in that house get hurt, Patrick.

All my weapons are on the floor
by the door.

Please, my family's inside.

Don't move.

See if there's
additional weapons.

I don't know if you need me
to sign something,

or if me just saying it's
enough, but I did it.

Mr. Meers, to be clear,
you're confessing

to killing Tim Bledsoe and...

Yeah.

Yeah, I'll tell you everything.
You deserve that at least.

I didn't really want
to shoot that cop,

the captain.

I didn't want to,
but he figured it out.

Let's start at the beginning.

You told me yesterday

Tim Bledsoe was just a stranger
who sucker punched you.

Now we'll get into why
in a minute,

but I'm having
a hard time believing

that's all there was to it.

It was stupid. Okay?
I should've let it drop.

But it just didn't sit right.
You know, this punk jumped me

and he was
gonna skate?

You don't expect us

to believe this was
all over a bar fight?

I thought the cops were gonna
charge him with assault,

but his dad got him off.

It wasn't right.

I guess I... wanted revenge,
you could call it.

So this kid,

who you didn't know

until he picked a fight
with you at a bar,

how'd you find him?

The people at the bar,
when I went back,

they knew where he was staying.

I had my gun, so I caught him
when he left his place.

Got him into the car

to have a chat.

I don't even know what
we were gonna talk about,

but we didn't get that far.
He tried to grab my gun.

So you shoot him.

Now you've got a body
to get rid of.

You take him
to the baseball field.

I'm an electrician.

I got a partner, Scott Darnell.

He didn't have anything
to do with this,

but he's how I knew
about the field.

He umps games up there in Queens

and his brother's
the commissioner or whatever.

He was helping 'em
finish the snack bar.

I got it from the league

that field was built
by Hansen Construction.

They just poured the foundation.
Walked off the job.

Scotty was finishing
it pro Bono.

We got a picture of the
ribbon-cutting in our office.

That's why we're here now.

That's when the captain
came to see you.

Yeah, he saw the photo

and the date on it,
same week Tim went missing.

He said he was going back
over the case,

talking to everybody
in the file.

He didn't push it,
but I could tell

he saw how nervous I was.

So when he left,
I followed him.

My stomach dropped

when he started going
towards the field.

He was gonna find Tim.
I-I had to stop him.

Tried to, at least.
He fired back.

That's how he got to his car.

By the time I got to mine,
he was gone.

That's the whole story.

For what it's worth,

- I'm-I'm really sorry.
- You're lying.

What?

There's a couple
of key ingredients

missing from your story.

Uh... I don't know
what you mean.

Yeah, you do.

Tim Bledsoe was gonna blow up
the Bridgeport Ferry

the day after you shot him.

What?

Come clean, man.
How were you involved?

I'm sorry, I-I don't know
what you're talking about.

He was really gonna
blow up a ferry?

You knew he was.

No. You're wrong, okay?

This is the first
I'm hearing about it.

So what now?

Do I get a lawyer?

He's lying.

He is, at the very least,
suppressing a larger truth.

I've been digging
into Mr. Meers.

He is, from all outward
appearances, a Boy Scout.

Served two tours
in Afghanistan

before an honorable discharge.

He has two young children
and an accountant wife

with the world's most banal
social media presence.

Never so much as an
overdue library book,

and the only mention
of him in the news

is an article in which
he chased down

a purse snatcher

who robbed an imam's wife
outside a mosque in Brooklyn.

In other words,

not the bio of a guy
who decides to murder someone

over a month-old bar fight.

You said the case
is all but closed?

It's what the department wants.

He never wavered from his story,
and there's no way to prove

that he knew about Tim Bledsoe's
plan to blow up the ferry,

but he did.

It was written
all over his face.

Perhaps the two of them got
talking that night in the bar.

Tim got so drunk,

he tipped his hand,
Patrick decided to play hero.

A month later? And without
saying a word to the police?

Hmm. Perhaps Tim Bledsoe
is not the lone wolf

that we thought he was.

He's part of a terror cell,
along with Meers.

The group had doubts
about Tim's plan or his loyalty,

and Meers was sent
to dispatch him.

Well, Tim's mental health

obviously wasn't great.

He could've been radicalized.

And Patrick wouldn't be
the first vet

to come back from Afghanistan
with a new and toxic ideology.

If you're right,

there could be plans
for more attacks in New York.

I'll call Marcus
in the morning,

let him know this is something
he should look into.

In the meantime, I'm gonna pack.

You should
do the same.

The car's coming to pick us up
tomorrow at 6:00.

♪ Hide all the keys
and seal our windows ♪

♪ 'Cause I'm going to war... ♪

- Don't pack.
- What?

Don't pack. Stay.

The department might be
through with Meers,

but you and Marcus
don't have to be.

It could be good for you.
You said in London

that you missed it here.
- Yeah, but...

Stay. Make sure there's no more
danger, no active terror cell.

What about you?

I could stay, too.

No. No, there's no way.

There's no way I'm gonna
stay here with you

and worry the whole time
that you're gonna get arrested.

Then I'll go.

You can do what you've been
pretending to do

the last few days:
keep me apprised in London,

and I'll help you from there.

Are you sure?

No... but what choice
do we have?

♪ Don't hold your breath
waiting for me ♪

♪ 'Cause I may never come home ♪

♪ Leave all your bags
and head for the water ♪

♪ Chase the lies into the sea ♪

♪ Don't hold your breath
waiting for me ♪

♪ 'Cause I may never come home ♪

♪ No, I may never come home ♪

♪ 'Cause I may never come home ♪

♪ No, I may never come home ♪
♪ Don't hold your breath ♪

♪ Waiting for me ♪

♪ 'Cause I may never come home ♪

♪ No, I may never come home... ♪

Next.

Sir.

What are you doing?

I'm here to surrender myself.
My name is Sherlock Holmes.

I'm wanted for the murder
of Michael Rowan.

♪ Waiting for me ♪

♪ 'Cause I won't ever
come home. ♪

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