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Previously on Elementary...

I'm gonna find and stop
whoever tried to kill you.

There's a manhunt on
for an escaped prisoner

named Ruslan Krasnov.

Ruslan is just the trigger man,
he's not the architect

of the assassination
attempt.

We've dealt with this
organization before, Watson.

It was run by Moriarty.

Murderous psychopaths are being
wielded like surgical tools.

International energy markets
are being manipulated

by the same dark forces
that made an attempt

on my father's life.

And I have no idea
who is responsible.

That's the good news.

We can now officially eliminate
the most sinister suspect.

Jamie Moriarty is not
pulling these strings.

Are you talking to me?

You left?

Well, you hadn't said anything
to me in almost an hour.

It seemed like you wanted
to be alone with her letters.

I was not lost in reverie.

I was looking for patterns
in our correspondence,

charting the timeline
of recent events.

I have to be sure
that she's not behind all this.

She puts dates
in her little love notes?

No. I do.

I log all of our correspondence
for precisely this reason.

According to her jailors,
I am far and away

her most frequent pen pal.

She'll jot the odd note
to her lawyer,

cousin, childhood friend,

but rarely without
writing to me as well.

So even if all her other
missives were densely packed

with coded instructions,

I know the timing
is incompatible.

You're sure?

I don't doubt her ability

to make bold moves
through proxies,

but I'm telling you, she lacks
the lines of communications

to be so prolific.

There is another reason
for this recent spree.

Someone else has taken over.

That's what you said
at the station.

I still don't understand exactly

what you think
this person took over.

Her apparatus.

Her Rolodex.

Her job,
for want of a better word.

Moriarty wasn't the Vice
President of Inhuman Resources.

She didn't fill a job
at a corporation

that trades on the NASDAQ.

Her enterprise wasn't even
a proper cartel.

It was more a collection of

compromised
intelligence analysts,

corporate officers,
violent thugs.

Exactly.

No one had to step
into her shoes.

Yet I should have anticipated
that someone would.

I lost sight

of an elemental truth, Watson.

Nature abhors a vacuum.

Say you're right.

Yes, let's, since I am.

A few years ago,
your father made an enemy

out of someone
as powerful as Moriarty.

Presumably, his business got
in the way of their business.

So they sent an assassin
after him in Paris.

Because they could.

All the more reason to bring the
captain into the loop, right?

Maybe the NSA and the FBI, too?

We will tell no one.

We are hunting an individual
with tremendous resources,

international reach
and a total lack of conscience.

Our only advantage
is that this person

might not know that their
existence has been detected,

so why give that away?

So there's no one you trust?

I trust you.

Everyone else, we'll be
doing them a favor.

If this foe is anything
like their predecessor,

they won't hesitate to kill
anyone on their trail.

I'm sorry.

There was nobody
at Jessica's desk.

I sent everyone else home.

I have to leave myself.

But I thought you could favor me

with a quick update on
our Asian operations.

Big news is Turretson Global

is close to giving us
their business in Pakistan.

They're checking comps,
asking about our retainer.

Don't close for
less than 60.

Where are the Malaysians
on infrastructure?

Obviously, the projections are
good, but if we keep getting

jammed up on water rights,
it's a moot point.

I'll speak to Rajiv
in the morning.

Was there anything else?

We're clear here, sir.
Car's coming up now.

You've got quite an entourage
these days.

Is everything all right?

No, Allison, it's not.

I asked you to get me

competitive bids
on all the projects

that Emil Kurtz was working on.

I still don't
have that report.

I'll have it for you
in the morning.

Good, then.

Excuse me, what are you doing?
What?

Where's your escort?

You're not supposed to be
up here alone.

♪ Elementary 4x23 ♪
The Invisible Hand
Original Air Date on May 1, 2016

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Anything?

I got an I.D.
on the other victim.

Allison Pitzker.
She was a VP here.

Probably working late.

Don't suppose CSU is optimistic
about forensics up there.

That's another thing
I hate about bombs.

They don't leave
much useful evidence.

Well, neither do
trained mercenaries.

The guy who did this
put two .38 super rounds

right through
the guard's heart.

Practically on
top of each other.

Took the surveillance footage,
too.

People this good
don't always get found.

Fire department
wants us to clear out.

They don't like the look of
a couple of beams up there

that got damaged
by the blast.

No reason to risk it.

We're striking out in there.

Did the canvass
turn up any witnesses?

No. Nobody saw a thing.

Frankly,
I didn't have high hopes.

It was late, but I thought
there'd be some video.

Pretty swank address.

Got to be a dozen
security cameras

up and down this block, no?

Well, we checked every
building on the street.

It's as if someone
went around

aiming all the cameras
away from this building.

I wouldn't necessarily
give the bomber credit for that.

Knowing Morland,

he probably paid people

to turn their lenses
away from his business.

Well, that's great.

We don't get to see
the bomber coming and going

'cause Mr. Holmes's clients
don't want to be seen

coming and going?

All of them are those
corporate vampire types.

Half of them probably

wouldn't even
show up on film.

Obviously,
someone he tangled with

has it out for him.
First, they kill his guy, Kurtz,

now this?

Where'd your partner go?

He took one look around,

and he was gone.

You guys have a suspect in mind?

No. He just wanted
to get ahold of his father,

make sure he was okay.
He's fine.

We finally got ahold of one
of his people a few minutes ago.

Apparently,
he's in Malaysia on business.

Sherlock didn't know?

No. They don't talk much.

Clear.

How long do you expect
me to cower here?

I'm bringing on
more people, sir.

You'll be able to resume your
schedule in a couple of days.

Until then?

Nobody knows about this place.

We'd like to
keep it that way.

That means no calls,
and no computers.

It's all clear.

Both of you find
somewhere else to be.

Don't point your guns at me.

I just want to talk
to my father.

You really expect me to believe
you'd gone to Malaysia?

How did you know
to find me here?

I'm glad I still have the
capacity to surprise you.

It's not mutual.

I need to speak to you
in private.

I've identified
the party

you've been warring with
these last few months.

Who is it?

It's not a who.
It's a what.

You're in more danger
than you realize.

I like to think
of myself as a person

who understands
how the world works,

but this organization
you described,

I've never considered
the possibility of such a thing.

Well, lack of
imagination

is an occupational hazard
for an apex predator.

A great white shark
doesn't live in fear

of shadows in the
deep, does it?

You say this group
once had a leader, Moriarty.

Well, now that
she's off the board,

who leads them now?

I'm attempting to find out.

So this group tried to kill you
several years ago, failed.

They set off a bomb
in your office last night,

but only after you'd left.

So are we to assume
that they're

less angry with you now
than they were then?

No, I read the bomb
as a shot across the bow.

Final warning
to stop my investigation

into Sabine's death.

And as an added bonus,
I've been running for cover.

My resources are tied up

in police,
insurance companies,

the grieving relatives
of my employees.

But it has given me time
to consider

just how far I'm willing to go.

It's a worthwhile question.

Have you ever known me
to be intimidated?

I'm not here to
counsel surrender.

Just that you proceed
with caution.

The depravity
of these people is unmatched.

We'll see.

So I don't blame
you for keeping

Watson and me
at arm's length.

But now is the time
to let us in.

If for no other reason
than you might not live

to see this through.

You'll keep me apprised of

any leads that you
and the police may develop?

You have my word.

I believe
the bomb was planted

by the same man
who killed Sabine.

Ruslan Krasnov.

Last I heard,
he was in Russia.

An escaped prisoner
on the lam.

You have proof
he's even alive?

I used to.

It was destroyed.

I had his left thumb
in a jar in my office.

Krasnov cut it off himself.

He did it to wriggle
out of his shackles

so he could escape his cell.

When I accused the warden

of orchestrating
the breakout himself, he...

Sent it to you,
prove he wasn't complicit.

I expended
a small fortune

making friends in
the hinterlands around Novgorod.

But Krasnov
had a better connected ally.

Presumably someone that didn't
want me speaking to him.

This person helped him get
to the port in Tallinn, Estonia.

And he caught a ship.

An oil tanker
owned by Rixar Energy.

But I only
found out last week,

two days after
the ship docked in Newark.

And you think now he's gone back
to work for his old employer,

who tried to kill you
all those years ago.

So it would seem.

I'll be in touch.

Stay here where it's safe.

I'm not made of glass, son.

If you leave, you
invite the possibility

of more
collateral damage.

Let's let the two
murders at your office

be the last, shall we?

Sherlock?

Kitchen!

Watson. Watson.

You look pleased with yourself.

I was just beating up Bob.

Nothing better for elevating
one's heart rate and mood.

I could use some
of that myself.

I spent the day
running into walls.

Lying to our friends.

It looks like your day was
a little more productive.

That's a fair wager.

Where did this come from?

It's on loan
from the authorities.

You get my message?

That Krasnov's
in New York, yeah.

I told the Captain
what you said,

that your father
thought Krasnov

was our best suspect.

I figured finding him
would be job one,

but this makes me think you've
got something else in mind.

Krasnov is a means to an end.

We want to know
who he's working for.

According to my father,
that person orchestrated

Krasnov's journey
to the United States

by facilitating the help
of Rixar Energy.

All in all,
three different oil companies

have been manipulated
by Moriarty's successor

in the last few weeks.

So you went looking
for overlap between

three companies'
board members.

This Venn diagram
has yielded

a rogue's gallery
of corporate toadies,

but they're all too old,
too dumb

or too diseased to helm
a proper global conspiracy.

So you spent the day crossing
old fogies off the list.

No, they're not all old.
And they're not all crossed off.

Who is Joshua Vikner?

Economics professor.

He's currently
teaching in New York,

but he has hopscotched
all over the Ivy League

and Oxbridge Colleges.

To supplement his income,

he makes paid speeches
to energy companies,

including all three of the
conglomerates that I looked at.

“Profit, Conscience and Law
in Developing Markets”

an address to Rixar's
annual shareholder meeting.

So he gives pep talks to oil
barons and their buddies.

Not the most noble way
to pay the bills,

but it does explain
why he'd cross

with all these companies.
It's an explanation.

It's not
the whole explanation.

I'm quite certain
Professor Vikner

is a murderous
international criminal

and the heir to Jamie Moriarty's
fetid throne.

I much prefer the photograph
inside this dust jacket

to the one he uses
for his paid appearances.

It's older,

but it's much more
revealing.

That painting behind him,

it's a Vermeer.

Of sorts.

It's a rather impressive
reimagining

of one of
the Dutch master's

famed lost canvases.
Okay.

Now, when I still knew Moriarty
as Irene Adler,

we had a rather interesting
conversation about Vermeer.

About the problems
that she encountered

trying to reproduce his work.

That's why you asked
for her painting.

I've been studying her work.

Her brushstrokes,
her use of light.

I'd have to see
the pseudo Vermeer to be sure,

but I strongly suspect that she
gave that painting to Vikner,

as well as the keys
to her kingdom.

Professor Vikner,
good morning.

Sherlock Holmes.

Dr. Watson.

What took you so long?

I teach here sometimes,
when the weather is nice.

Today is nice.

Teach us.

Tell us how and when
you took over

Moriarty's organization.

So you don't deny it?

To you?

What would be the point?

How do you know about us?

Even if you weren't responsible
for what happened to her,

well, you're the son
of Morland Holmes.

Your enemy.

Well, he's been turning over
certain rocks.

So you set a bomb off

in his New York office--
that makes sense to me.

Joshua Vikner,
born 1969.

You attended Eton and Oxford

before completing
a double doctorate in Economics

and Political Science.
You currently hold

an endowed chair
in Economics here.

And you serve as

senior advisor to the U.N.
Fund for Developing Nations.

I would say
that was a brilliant cover,

except it's not a cover;
you really are

a professor,
and you really are at the helm

of an organization
which is steeped in blood.

My predecessor was a painter.

So was Hitler.

My point is that this job
that you're describing

doesn't come with prerequisites.

All you need
is an eye for opportunity.

And Moriarty's detention
was your opportunity.

Are you familiar
with The Invisible Hand?

It's a metaphor

used by Adam Smith
to describe social benefits

arising from individual actions.

Are you suggesting
that you're an invisible hand?

Because if you can explain to
me how blowing up buildings

and turning psychopaths
into assassins

is benefitting society,
I might register

for one of your classes.

When Jamie went away,
there was chaos.

Alliances she helped forge
fell apart.

Our best people
were fighting themselves.

I brought order, stability.

How did you two know each other?

She never
mentioned you.

She and I were quite close.

I know.

But she and I
were close once, too.

You're her daughter's father.

You found me.

But I want you to know
I bear you no ill will.

Nor does anyone I oversee.

You're untouchable.

What does that mean?

Well, years ago,
Jamie made it clear

that you were
not to be harmed. Ever.

Well, the same courtesy
has been extended to you.

Though I'm not
entirely sure why.

We are responsible
for her incarceration.

Do you think that makes you
less fascinating to her?

Say we believe you.

We're not the ones
in danger; you are.

Several years ago,

you started a war
with my father,

and that's rapidly
reaching its denouement.

If you confess
to bombing his office building,

we can see to it that you are
protected from any reprisals.

That's very generous of you.

I'll think about it.

Right now I have
a class to teach.

Uh, before you go,
look at your hand.

Not invisible anymore.

That was weird.

Did you expect him
to just surrender himself?

No. I mean the whole
Moriarty thing.

You, him, her.

Are you 12 years old?

I mean, I know
she had a kid.

I just figured the
father would be...

More like me?

Less like her.

She was young
when she had her daughter.

Perhaps she felt the need

to seduce him
on her rise to power,

or theirs
was a love for the ages.

Neither scenario changes
what we have to do now.

I notice you didn't mention
anything about Krasnov.

You don't want him to know
that we know

that he was the one
who set off the bomb.

Why tempt him to disappear
his favorite assassin?

If we can find Krasnov
and connect him to Vikner...

We'll have them both.

The police know about Krasnov.
How do we explain Vikner?

We don't.

My father has ears everywhere.

We keep the name Joshua Vikner
to ourselves for now.

The last thing we need
is more bloodshed.

Bomb squad's preliminary report,
hot off the presses.

The device was a homemade rig,
detonated by a remote trigger,

most likely a cell phone.

They're looking through

some electronics that may have
been part of the detonator.

Any luck, they'll be able
to pull a phone number

that points
to the Russian you two like.

Bomb's primary ingredients
were acetone and peroxide.

Two liquids.

Acetone and peroxide--
those are just fancy names

for nail polish remover
and hair dye.

You can pick that up
at any supermarket.

We're pulling sales records
from local drugstores

and chemical supply companies,

looking for
suspicious purchases.

So far, nothing's
turned up.

So how much liquid explosive

would it take to do
this kind of damage?

Bomb squad estimates
between ten and 20 gallons.

Can't imagine
20 gallons of anything

getting into Morland's office
without someone noticing it.

Pretty sure someone did notice.

The two victims
were shot and killed

before the bomb exploded,
remember?

Yeah, but the security
at this building was tight.

The guard's desk was less than
40 feet from the entrance.

If he saw anything suspicious
come through that door,

he would have hit
the silent alarm.

You think the bomb
was disguised.

Well, how do
you camouflage

20 gallons of explosive liquid?

I can think of a way.

Yeah, yeah,
you're right.

We-we were supposed
to make a delivery

to that address
two nights ago.

Supposed to?

George-- the guy
that works that route--

his truck went missing
that night.

It was stolen?
Well, sort of.

See, he-he pulled over
to get some food,

and when he came out of the
restaurant, his truck was gone.

So he went back inside

to call the cops, and he waited

at the counter
for them to get there.

But by the time they got there,

the truck was back, and it was
parked in the same spot.

Now, nothing was damaged,
nothing was missing,

so the cops just chalked it up
to a prank.

Y-You know, kids.

But you think the truck
was used to deliver a bomb?

We think the explosives
were in jugs like those.

One of your trucks
and one of your uniforms

would have gone a long way

towards getting them
into the building.

The restaurant
George went to,

do you happen to know
if they have

security cameras
in their parking lot?

Well, he and the cops
both asked,

but place had nothing.

You know,
the day after it happened,

George had said
that he wished he could find

those little punks
that took the truck

because he wanted to thank them,
because if it wasn't for them,

he would've been there
when the bomb went off.

We just didn't put
two and two together.

Where's the vehicle now?
It's out back.

You want to see it?

Windshield is covered
in soot particles.

Residue from the explosion,
no doubt.

Would've had to been
parked pretty close

to get soot from the
explosion on the windshield.

Our bomber must
like to watch.

Do all the trucks
have two of these.

Some. Why?

Well, this one looks like

it's been here forever,

and this one looks like
it's brand new.

Is that important?

It is if it means this one

used to have
a bomb strapped to it.

Krasnov would not have
risked assembling

an explosive device in
the back of a water truck.

He would have prepared it
and strapped it

to the hand truck in advance.

Hmm. It does look new.

If he bought it in
the last few days, it's a lead,

but there's got to be
hundreds of places

that sell these things.

How many of them
are having a sale

on this kind
of hand truck though?

Two UPC stickers.

Indicates change of price.

Find the store
selling that hand truck

at that specific price...

And we may find clues
to Krasnov's location.

Well, that was Marcus.

Turns out, the card
that Krasnov used

at the hardware store
was a gift card,

like the kind that you
can buy at supermarkets.

Here I was hoping he'd use

his own card
to accumulate miles.

He was probably given dozens
of those by his employer.

Yeah, well,
the good news is,

the card number
can be tracked.

The police were able

to identify a few other places

where the card was used.

Most of the charges were
in a section of Queens

where there are a couple
of no-tell motels.

With any luck,
they'll find him in one.

If he was Moriarty's agent,
she'd have him

on the other side
of the globe by now.

Yeah, well, she probably
wouldn't have given him

a bunch of gift cards either.

I mean,
Vikner may have her job,

but it doesn't mean
he's as good at it as she was.

What?

That's the first time you've
ever paid her a compliment.

She also had great taste
in shoes. Happy?

You expecting someone?

You could say that.

Father.

What a surprise.

Police apparently

are hot on the trail
of Ruslan Krasnov.

Obviously, you heard from
one of your sources.

I was just telling Watson
this morning...

You said that you would
keep me apprised

of any new developments.

You gave me your word.

Yes. I went back on it.

It's obvious that you
mean Krasnov harm.

I can't let that happen.

I only intended to convince him

to give me the name
of his employer.

Well, by “convince”
you mean “torture”

I-I could get
behind that,

but then what would
you do to him?

To the man who gunned
down your great love,

bombed your
office building.

Let him off
with a warning?

No.

He should not be killed, he
should be made to testify.

Now, if you'll excuse me,
Watson and I have got some...

Against whom?
What?

You said he should be
made to testify.

Against whom?

Against whoever
hired him, obviously.

You already know who it is.

I do not.

Stop lying to me, Sherlock!

If you're right, and we're
dealing with an organization

as powerful as the one
you have described,

the NYPD is out of its league.

They were quite helpful
in bringing down Jamie Moriarty.

Oh, were they?

Yes, you cut off the head,

but the rest
of the body remained.

And if it hadn't, perhaps Sabine
would still be alive.

Are you suggesting
it's my fault that she's dead?

In the wake of
this Moriarty's arrest,

did you hunt down
the other members of her group?

Across the country,

across the globe?

Or did you stay here
and lick your wounds?

Perhaps you went off
on another of your binges.

Facing hardship was never
your line of country.

Never mind Sabine.

If not for you, how many other
lives need not have been lost?

You talk all the time
about the blood on my hands.

But how about
the blood on yours?

Give me the name.

When the individual
is brought to justice,

you can read about
it in the paper,

just like everyone else.

Don't drink the camel milk.
It's expired.

At least tell me
the mopane worms are still okay.

Sadly, no.

Many of my snacks

have gone bad.

What?
Nothing.

Just trying to remember
the last time

I saw you clean up
after yourself.

You and my father, both.

You know I didn't
mean it like that.

Several years ago,

I anticipated
that without Moriarty,

her group would fall apart.

That was a mistake.

You're crazy.
Am I?

Moriarty didn't get locked up
in the county jail.

She was taken into custody
by the U.S. government.

Didn't you think they would

take things from there?

'Cause the American government
always sees things through?

I need to find out
why it happened.

Why what happened?

The attempt on my father's life.

Last night,

he suggested that I was

responsible for
Sabine Raoult's death.

The shooting took place

shortly after
Moriarty was sentenced.

Perhaps her ex-lover, the
professor, wanted to avenge her.

By killing a man

you literally had
no relationship with?

How does that make any sense?

Marcus.

We got Ruslan Krasnov.

Scooped him up outside
a flophouse in Queens.

Thought you and Joan would want
to be here when we talk to him.

No English.

Yeah, you
keep saying that.

But we all saw the video
from the hardware store.

You got along fine
with the guy at the register.

No Eng... lish.

Do you think we're fools,
Mr. Krasnov?

You're an admirer
of Dostoyevsky.

I, myself,
prefer Cicero.

You can talk to us
in any language you want,

but you will talk to us.

Police say
I set off a bomb.

Only I know nothing.

I'm here to see New York.

You're a tourist?
For now.

I like it, maybe I stay.

Trust me, you're staying.

Which prison and for how long

depends on what you say
in this room today.

About?

The person who hired
you to plant that bomb.

You talk to us,

and I'll talk to the D.A.
about cutting you a deal.

An enticing offer.

In the event I'm ever
on trial in this country,

I'll consider it.

Mr. Krasnov...

You have a picture of me
buying a hand truck

that you said

looks like one

used by a bomber.

That's not enough

to charge me.

I'll be leaving
this station by nightfall.

You're a wanted
fugitive.

In Russia. Not here.

And as I'm sure you're aware,
Captain,

there is no extradition treaty
between my country and yours.

I can't be detained
unless you can prove

I committed a crime
on American soil.

You cannot.

Last chance, Ruslan.

I'm not ashamed to confess

that I'm ignorant

of what I do not know.

Cicero.

We're wasting our time with him.

Before you return Mr. Krasnov
to holding,

I suggest that he be put on
strict suicide-watch protocol.

It's quite obvious the
long Russian winters

have taken their toll.

He should be relieved
of his belt

and his shoelaces immediately.

You heard the man.

The guy's obviously
not a suicide risk,

so you want to tell us why
you wanted his belt and laces?

The shoelaces would make it
harder for him to walk.

Because why not?

The belt buckle
was the real prize.

How so?
Smell it.

What is it?

Confirmation of something
I suspected

about the bomb he planted.

Given the size of
the blast radius,

it seemed likely that
an additive propellant

was used to enhance
the device's footprint.

The report we read
didn't mention anything

about a propellant.

Probably because it burned up
in the explosion. Most do.

But I now believe
it was a chemical

commonly used in pesticides
called nitroguanidine.

One of the characteristics

of nitroguanidine is a tendency
to corrode metal,

as well as
a very distinctive

smell like latex paint.

The condition
of this belt buckle suggests

that Krasnov is responsible not
only for planting the device,

but for building it as well.

Well, “suggests” isn't gonna be
enough to charge him.

No, but unlike the bomb's
other ingredients,

nitroguanidine
cannot be purchased

at just any corner shop.

If we can trace
where it came from,

we might be able
to link him

more directly to the bomb.

Maybe then,
he flips on his boss.

Among the various debits

on his, uh, gift card, I noticed
a stop at a sandwich shop

in Dutchess County
several days ago.

Caught our eye, too.
It's a couple hours

north of the city--
nothing but farmland.

Makes one wonder whether

the propellant was distilled

from a pesticide
purchased near there.

I'll make some calls upstate,
see if anyone remembers him.

Watson will assist you.

I have an appointment
I have to keep.

Hey.

You want to tell me
what's more important

than working the case
against Krasnov?

Meeting with his employer.

The professor has requested
the pleasure of my company.

Obviously, he's heard that
we have his man in custody.

You think you should
see him alone?

Well, I'm untouchable, remember?

Anyway, the location he's chosen
will make it very difficult

for him to act against me.

I've seen subtler displays
of insensitivity.

Do you attend the wakes
of all of your victims?

I wasn't sure you believed me
the other day

when I said
you wouldn't be harmed.

This struck me as a place
you'd be willing to meet.

There's a... a nice crowd.

Thanks to you.

Or thanks to
your father.

He forced my hand.

Sorry I couldn't bring
our mutual friend, Mr. Krasnov.

He's a much gentler soul
than I'd imagined.

He feels terrible
about what he did.

My colleagues
are looking for a way

for him to atone,
even as we speak.

I shouldn't tell you this,

but you actually
have a shot with Ruslan.

When he was arrested in Russia,
he got a message to me.

He was gonna talk
unless I helped him.

But I didn't come here
to talk about him.

Whom, then?

You.

You caught me
by surprise.

Throwing yourself into
recent affairs with such brio.

Well, Jamie told me years ago
that you were brilliant,

but she also said
that you hated your father.

Did she have that wrong?

No, my relationship
with my father

is really none of your concern.

Obviously, it is.

You seem aligned with him now.

And I can't touch you.

If you really are committed

to helping your father,
I may have to sue for peace.

I can't fight
both Holmes men.

I mean, I could,

but I would win the battle
and lose the war.

You want me to help forge
a truce with my father.

Well, after everything
that's happened,

don't you think
that would be best?

Well, you've been
very forthcoming.

So, tell me, why'd you try
to kill him in the first place?

That was business.

No, it wasn't.

I've studied that event
in great detail,

and unlike your other plots--

manipulating
Colombian oil futures,

for example--
the upside, it eludes me.

On paper, you had nothing
to gain from his death.

He was unaware of you
or your group.

And in failing, you awoke
this slumbering giant.

So I'd like to know why.

Will you help me or not?

Even if I was in the habit
of letting murderers walk free,

there's really nothing
to be done about my father.

He wants your head.

We all want things.

You crossed a line with him.

There'll be no peace

until you're incarcerated or...

dead.

No peace it is.

What am I looking at here?

Open case up
in Poughkeepsie.

Security guard named
Allen Nathanson is missing.

His ex-wife called
the cops two days ago.

He didn't pick up their
son for the weekend.

She couldn't reach him and
neither could his boss.

Says here he worked
at Jarrett Chemical Supply?

Is that near the sandwich
shop where Krasnov ate?

Two miles up the road.

That's what caught
our attention, too.

The folks there thought
Nathanson just flaked,

deserted his post in the middle
of his overnight shift.

We asked them to take
a closer look at their premises.

They found evidence that someone

had broken into
one of their sheds.

Pretty sure that's
Nathanson's blood.

We think he crossed
with Krasnov,

who was there to steal
a barrel of pesticide.

There's one missing.

Clothianidin is used
to treat corn crops.

I've heard Sherlock
rail against the stuff.

It's bad for bees.

But it is good

for explosives.

With a little know-how,

you can extract a propellant
like Krasnov used

in his bomb.

Is that a partial handprint?

Did they run it?

No, it was too smeared.

There weren't any good whorls,
but it's not a partial.

It's just that Krasnov
has a partial hand.

He's missing his left thumb.

I think it's time
we introduced Mr. Krasnov

to an assistant
district attorney.

He asked for a crime
on American soil?

I think he's got one.

Uh, it's your meeting,
Lydia, but remember,

we're looking for more than the
whereabouts of Nathanson's body.

Detectives.

Yeah. I know you?

Uh, I'm Officer Pennebaker,
out of the 8-7.

What do you need, son?

This is Ruslan Krasnov, right?

Yeah. Why do you
want to know?

You okay, son?

Get down! Shots fired!

Stay back, stay back.

Who's got the shooter?!

He's down! It's over!

Where is he?!

His name's Pennebaker.

He shot the prisoner,
and then he shot himself.

I'm not speaking ill
of the dead, Mike.

I'm investigating
a murder-suicide

that just happened
under my roof!

I got a dead witness

and a building full of people
who want to know:

how does a shooting go down

in the middle
of a damn police precinct?

I want you to
round up his C.O.

and all his friends,
and get them down here

for questioning, now.

8-7's claiming Pennebaker

was some kind
of rising star over there.

His captain swears
he wasn't dirty.

He asked for Ruslan Krasnov by name.
I know.

After he shot him,
he blows his own brains out?

Who does that for money?

When Marcus called,

he said the assailant
left some sort of note?

Pennebaker's mother

got an e-mail from him.

“I'm sorry.”

That's all it said.

You were right.

About what?

Pennebaker was
one of the psychopaths

identified by
the DANTE survey.

What are you talking about?

For a few days now,
we've been aware

there are six such individuals.

One is dead,
another is in custody.

Yes. CCS was working

to identify the other four
off their I.P. addresses.

Yeah, well, one down.

The e-mail Pennebaker sent
his mom came from a computer

that was used to take
the survey last July.

An agenda is being

perpetrated against my father.

His building was bombed
by Ruslan Krasnov.

His employee, Emil Kurtz,
was murdered by another one

of DANTE's
mental defectives.

When Officer Pennebaker's
actions

seemed impossible to explain,
I suggested his I.P. address

be checked
against our list.

The guy who killed Kurtz
was paid to do it.

Pennebaker had two years
on the job.

No complaints, no disciplinary
actions against him.

But you're telling me
he was so crazy

that he actually took money
to cap himself?

I'm as skeptical as you are that
he was financially motivated,

and that he was suddenly
overcome with remorse.

You think he was blackmailed?

He was a psychopath
and an officer of the law.

Hard to imagine that he didn't
have skeletons in his closet.

So perhaps someone found one,
took advantage.

You should try and get
some sleep tonight.

We need to be at our
best for what's to come.

You know as well as I
do what would happen

if Vikner's identity was
known by our colleagues.

The next killer would simply
have more targets on his list.

I didn't say anything.

I know you don't like
keeping secrets

from Marcus and the captain.

I assure you, neither do I.

I still haven't
completely

shaken the feeling
that there's someone else

who I should talk to.

Your father.

Even if he had
Vikner killed,

I mean, would that
really solve everything?

Won't it just be
the next man up for this group?

I assume so.

It's difficult
to imagine

that the next man
would be as capable.

Moriarty carried
Vikner's child to term.

She endorsed him
with her very genes,

and then allowed him to keep
her machinery grinding on.

Can you imagine a scenario
in which she overlooked

a more capable candidate?

The world would definitely
be a better place

without Joshua Vikner in it,

no question.

But I really don't think
you want to be

an accessory to murder.

What?

I forgot something
at the station.

Would you mind
returning with me?

So what are we doing?

Apologies for the subterfuge.

I thought, perhaps,
we were being watched.

I didn't see anyone
on the street.

No, the light was on
in the McGuiness's

apartment across the way.

They're out of town.

Forgive my paranoia,

but given recent events,

I thought it best to
use this entrance.

So what do you want to do?

Dig deeper into Pennebaker?

Take another look at Krasnov?

Or are we seriously thinking
about calling your father?

None of the above, Watson.

Turns out, I'm not paranoid.

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