All language subtitles for Elementary.S07E07.HDTV.x264-KILLERS

Previously on Elementary...

The captain, he's been shot.

So, that's Captain Dwyer.

He's gonna cover both squads

till we know more
about Captain Gregson.

Your real name is

Olga Berezhnaya.

To put it bluntly, you're
an international spy.

You can call me Patrick.

It's not Lieutenant Meers
anymore.

I left the army last year.
I did it.

I didn't really want
to shoot that cop.

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.

I didn't tell Patrick Meers
to kill your captain.

I think this is too big
for the NYPD.

The NSA is the only agency
with the technical wherewithal

to untangle this knot.

Agent McNally.

Did you become
a member

of Reichenbach's cabal

before I came to see you
or after?

Our friend doesn't want to
hurt any of you, but I think

it's important you realize
he could hurt all of you.

Don't get in his way.

I'll never forget
the night Tommy got shot.

Don't know how many
of you know this,

but, uh, he and I...

used to work out of the 2-9
for a stretch.

The Yanks were playing the Mets
in the World Series.

That's how long ago it was.

Tommy was a Mets guy.

I, of course, bled Yankees blue.

When I told him that the Yanks
would take it five,

he says, "No way.

Mets in seven."

So we put our money
where our mouths were.

Hundred bucks.

Cut to 18 years later.

Night of.

I'm just getting out
of the shower--

no fantasizing, ladies...

...when I get the call
from a mutual friend.

He says, "Tommy Gregson
took one in the gut

"and one in the back tonight.

They don't think
he's gonna make it."

I just stood there, frozen.

My friend, he goes,
"Hey, you okay?"

I says, "No. I'm not.

Guy still owes me
a hundred bucks."

Now, before I officially return

the 11th
to your friend and mine,

I'm gonna hold something up--
you tell me what it is.

Come on, Novacek, help me out.

I believe that's
your shield, sir.

Exactly.
It's my shield.

We call it that because
it's supposed to protect us,

remind people that
we're part of something bigger,

something strong.

Now, Tommy, I know
you had your shield with you

when you got shot, and obviously
it didn't do much good,

so we chipped in,

and we had one made special
just for you. Marcus?

Ah, you shouldn't have.

Welcome home, Tommy.

Oh, seriously,

I'm, uh, I'm touched.

How about a special round
of applause for Captain Dwyer!

Got a minute?

Yeah, yeah, sure.
Come on in.

I know my timing
could not be worse,

this being your first
day back and all,

but I wanted you to know,
I'm putting in my papers.

Friday is my last day.

You're kidding.

I got an offer in
the private sector.

It's too good to pass up.

Bree, you're just three years
away from your full pension.

When we went over
your annual evaluation,

I told you I was
putting you in for a promotion.

You said that was
what you wanted.

It was. Then.

Now...

I want something else.

You're one of my best.

You know that, right?

I appreciate you saying that.

I'm not just saying it.

You sure there's
nothing I can do,

talk you into staying?

Sorry.

But I wanted you know

I appreciate everything
you did for me.

You're the best boss I ever had.

Well, thank you.

This is Janice.
Leave a message.

Baby, wherever you are,

whatever you're doing, stop.

Get over here.
Your man crushed it tonight.

You and me...

...we got some celebrating
to do.

Baby, you here?

I tried calling you back,

but I got your... voice mail.

What?

Oh, my God.

Babe, this is
just like the movies.

Oh...

Babe, uh-uh.

I don't care how hard
you worked tonight, okay?

You made a promise
we're gonna celebrate.

♪ Elementary 7x07 ♪
From Russia With Drugs
Original Air Date on July 4, 2019

== sync, corrected by elderman ==
@elder_man

His name is Ridley Dineen,
and according to his girlfriend,

he's a lot more interesting
than his rap sheet

would lead you
to believe.

I'm seeing petty theft,
misdemeanor assault.

What's missing?

Apparently, a string
of robberies

perpetrated against
drug dealers.

He was an Omar.

You know, from The Wire?

Scar on his face.
Whistled that creepy song.

I'll loan you my DVDs.

You were saying:
Mr. Dineen made his living

stealing from criminals.

The girlfriend said
he got some hot tip

about a stash house
the other day.

He was supposed to
be flush with cash.

He did the job
last night,

came home with just
under 200 grand.

Then he went all Scrooge
McDuck on his bed.

And who or what
is Scrooge McDuck?

Picture your father

but... as a duck.

He liked to roll
around in his money,

which is the last thing

Dineen did
before he died.

So a thief and his score

are accounted for--
why are we here?

Couple reasons.
The stash house he knocked off

was supposed to be unguarded,
but CSU found fresh blood

on the barrel
of his nine-millimeter.

So, obviously he shot someone.
We want to know who.

What's the other reason?

Looks like Mr. Dineen died
of an overdose.

I'm still waiting
on the tox screen,

but my money's on fentanyl.

I assume you're familiar.

Synthetic opioid.
A lot of dealers

lace their heroin with it.

According to the lab,

the money he stole
was filthy with the stuff,

which would seem to suggest
it was the drug being made

by the dealers he ripped off.

So there's thinking that

he didn't use fentanyl at all,

but he died
from an actual "contact high."

The drugs on the money
were absorbed into his skin.

No.

Fentanyl toxicity cannot
be achieved through touch.

I don't know, man.

I've seen some articles lately.

So have I.
And to be clear,

there are few things on
the planet dirtier than money.

It was once estimated

that 90% of American currency
had traces of cocaine on it.

That, I believe.

What I don't believe
is that touching it

can turn a person
into Hunter S. Thompson.

Fentanyl's supposed
to be... different.

You're both MDs.
Could you tell him?

Um, according to the American
College of Medical Toxicology,

even if you covered both
hands in fentanyl patches,

it would still take 15 minutes

just to receive
a therapeutic level of the drug.

That said,
I couldn't find

any injection marks
on Mr. Dineen.

There weren't any indications
he smoked, either.

It's possible
he ate some fentanyl,

but that would be
pretty unusual.

Look, according to the lab,

the real issue is the potency
of the fentanyl.

We got to find whoever's making
the stuff and shut 'em down,

'cause if we don't, it's only a
matter of time before more people die.

I'm sorry, I want to help,
it's just...

I already went through it all
with the other cops.

It's just hard, you know?

We understand.
But like we said,

a couple of things
have changed since last night.

You said the money Ridley
stole had drugs on it.

You think maybe that's
what killed him?

Did you touch any of it?

No.

I saw Ridley and called 911.

And you have no idea
where the money came from?

He had a tip.

Said it was from an old friend.

There was a stash house,
and it wasn't guarded at night.

"Easy money," he said.

All I know.

He never mentioned
the friend's name?

No. But maybe you can
look through his phone?

We did. Nothing jumped out.

We're gonna want to get
a list of associates,

anyone you think might be
the one who reached out.

Sure.

Did Ridley ever use drugs?

Never.

You're sure?

He lost a brother ten years ago.

Heroin.

It's one of the reasons he liked
knocking over drug dealers.

He figured they had it coming.

For a while, I was on meth.

Ridley made me
go to meetings,

and he said he could never
be with anybody who used.

I got clean.

For him.

I know he wasn't
a good guy, but...

he was my guy.

Dineen's car
was a bust.

Nothing that would help us
locate the stash house.

No drug paraphernalia,
either.

And yet I remain convinced

that it wasn't the money
that killed him.

Why, did you find
some fentanyl in here?

No, I just believe
in science.

I know what the science says.

I also know cops
who swear they got sick

just from touching the stuff.

That's the classic
nocebo effect.

The mere suggestion that
a substance can be harmful

causes people to suffer
negative effects after exposure.

You about ready to go?

You didn't see a cat in here
anywhere, did you?

No. Why?

'Cause there's cat hair
everywhere.

Persian,
if I'm not mistaken.

So?

Well, I just didn't see any cat
food or kitty litter anywhere.

Dineen was a professional
armed robber.

Would it really
surprise you to find out

he didn't take great
care of his pet?

We missed you guys yesterday.

Why?

The welcome-back thing
for the captain.

Oh, yeah.
We, uh...

we were finishing up a matter
for a private client,

but I assure you,
we were there in spirit.

You guys making any progress
with the Meers investigation?

Joan said you were
still kicking it around.

We all know he wasn't
working alone, right?

He shot the captain to protect
his "cell" or whatever.

I'm afraid we haven't made
any progress at all.

Hey. I'm leaving.

I did a hospital canvass.

No one was shot with
a nine-millimeter last night.

Guessing that doesn't bode well

for whoever Ridley Dineen shot
at the stash house.

Could have been the wound
was superficial

and the victim took care
of himself.

Or he's dead,
and his drug-dealing buddies

got rid of his corpse.

- You got a sec?
- Sure.

Would you close the door?

Is everything okay?

I wanted to talk to you
about Captain Dwyer.

What did you think of him?

He was fine. I mean,

a little brusque,
a little full of himself.

But for the most part,
he left me and Sherlock alone.

He ever make you feel
uncomfortable?

No. Why?

Bree Novacek is leaving
the department.

According to her, it's because
a better job came along.

But you think it's because
of something

that happened
with Captain Dwyer?

He's good at the job.
They wouldn't have tapped him

to run two squads if he wasn't.

But he's also got a reputation.

Doesn't always watch what he
says or does around female cops.

Last year a civilian aide

at the 12th filed
a complaint with the EEO.

Said he pressured her
to go out with him.

When all was said and done,

he received a "one-year
dismissal probation."

Means he could be terminated
if there was another incident.

Suffice it to say, he wouldn't
have been my first choice

to fill in for me here.

Well, I don't know what to say.

I mean, I didn't see him do
anything inappropriate,

but that doesn't mean he didn't.

I got a wife who used to be a
cop and a daughter who still is.

I know both of them have had
their fair share

of Dwyers to deal with.

I know what I want
to happen to guys like that.

I file a complaint, that's it
for him. He's gone.

But Novacek never
even mentioned his name.

Maybe talk to him.

See how he reacts when he hears
what you're thinking.

I mean, that might tell you
everything you need to know.

Hey. How'd it go at
Dineen's apartment?

Poorly.

The location of the stash house
that he robbed

is a secret that he died with.

What are those?

Oh. Gifts from the lab

and the ME's office.

The top one is an
analysis of the blood

that was on Dineen's
nine-millimeter.

They ran it through CODIS,
but they didn't get any matches.

So we still don't know
who he shot.

No.

Uh, the other is the tox screen

that Eugene was waiting for.
He was right.

The drug that killed
Dineen was fentanyl.

Any idea how it got
into his system?

No, but his girlfriend swore
up and down

that he never
would have used drugs.

Apparently,
he didn't even drink.

You agree with me that it
couldn't have been absorbed

through his skin.

I do,

but if she was telling
the truth,

how do we explain the results
from the tox screen?

Thought you'd be home earlier.

Yeah, me, too.

- The captain wanted to talk.
- What about?

Captain Dwyer.

Did you ever notice
any unusual behavior from him?

Saw him wash his hands
before he urinated once.

Mm. That's not what I meant.

Did you ever see him

acting inappropriately
with anyone?

Bree Novacek, for example?

I never saw anything untoward.

But if I'm honest,
I mostly avoided the man.

He didn't care what you and I
got up to, and I liked that.

Hmm.

It says here there's traces of
Albuterol in Dineen's system.

Yeah, to help him breathe.

His girlfriend said that he had
terrible cat allergies.

So why does he own a cat?

Pretty sure he didn't.

Cat hair all over his apartment.

Where are you going?

Back to Dineen's apartment.

Something I've got to check.

You want to tell me
what was so important

I had to meet you
here off-duty?

I think I know how the fentanyl
got into Dineen's system.

So, earlier...

I noticed this inhaler;
I thought he had asthma,

but he didn't.
He had a cat allergy.

I thought you said
there was a bunch

of cat hair on
his furniture.

I did, and there was.

But now I think
it was placed there.

Did you bring those
fentanyl test strips?

Whoever put the cat hair there

wanted to trigger
an allergy attack

so that Dineen would use
his inhaler.

Why?

Because it was laced
with aerosolized fentanyl.

Two lines.
Positive for fentanyl.

Ridley Dineen's death
was not an accident.

He was murdered.

The lab tested the contents
of the inhaler

and got the same results
Sherlock did.

The chamber was filled
with aerosolized fentanyl.

Now, does that prove
that he died from a hit off that

and not from touching the money?
No.

But it does seem more likely.

Somebody killed him.

We think it's the same person

who tipped him off
about the stash house.

If it was,
that person obviously knew

that the money there
would have fentanyl on it.

He couldn't be sure it would
be enough to kill Dineen,

so he messed
with the inhaler,

probably while Dineen was
out pulling off the heist.

If somebody wanted Dineen dead,

why not just mess
with the inhaler?

Why also send him
after the money?

The money makes the whole thing
look like an accident.

He touched it and OD'd.
End of story.

Who would go to all that trouble

to kill a lowlife
like Ridley Dineen?

Would you believe the
Russian government?

We know how it sounds,

but remember back in 2002,
when Chechen rebels took

a few hundred people hostage
in a theater in Moscow?

Russian troops flooded the place
with some mystery gas.

They thought it was gonna
incapacitate the rebels.

It did.

But it also killed
a whole bunch of hostages.

Over a hundred.

The Russians would never say

what was in the gas,

but most experts thought it was

a fentanyl derivative
known as Kolokol-1.

Let me guess:

it's the same spray
that was in the inhaler.

Probably.

Probably?

The Russians have never
officially revealed

the chemical structure
of Kolokol-1.

But Sherlock came across it once
when he consulted for MI6.

Apparently,
what he saw is a match

for what the lab found
in the inhaler.

Are we thinking Dineen
was some sort of spy?

'Cause if the whole
d-bag criminal thing

is an act, it's a hell
of a good one.

Crazy as it sounds,
it's possible.

He could have been an operative
for them or some other country.

Which is why Sherlock
has gone to have

a conversation with someone
he knows is a Russian spy.

"Hedgehog, Hedgehog,
please come quick.

"Something's happened,
I feel sick.

"Peacock, Peacock,
what's the matter?

"Why are you in such a lather?

"My plume, said Peacock,
someone took it.

Someone mean
and very crooked."

Yes, Max.

Oh, don't stop on my account.
I love a good mystery.

Um, if now's a bad time,

I see that 1:00 is "dance time."

I could come back then.

I know from experience,
children,

your teacher is
an excellent dancer.

Amani, would you mind
taking over for me

while I speak to
my friend outside?

That's quite a transition,
stripper to first grade teacher.

Why the move?

The attention being paid to
your current administration's

relationship with my country
has made it much more difficult

to operate within the U.S.

Mm-hmm.

Too many reporters

and federal investigators
snooping around.

Some of us were extracted.

Some, like myself,
were reassigned.

And I assume you were put here

because so many of the students'
parents work at the U.N.?

What do you want?

Information.

A man named Ridley Dineen
was murdered two nights ago.

Ring any bells?

No.

He was killed with
aerosolized Kolokol-1.

Now you understand
why I came to see you.

The incident in Moscow.

Was Dineen one of yours?

If he was,
I wasn't made aware of him.

It's not like we all get
together on the weekends.

Perhaps he was an...

Perhaps he was an operative
for an enemy of Mother Russia.

It's possible,
but, again,

I was never
made aware of him.

Could you make
yourself aware?

Talk to your handlers.

If the Russian government
was responsible

and it was just a bit
of spy-on-spy violence,

it's possible I
could understand.

And my investigation
might just go away.

I don't believe you.

When we first crossed paths,

I could have outed you
as a spy, but I didn't.

Is that supposed to make me
trust you more or less?

Well, forget about trust.

I'd say that you owed
me one, wouldn't you?

Oh. Look who's out
of his jurisdiction.

Hey, Bill.

What happened?

You finally figure out
the food around the 11th stinks?

Actually, I'm here to talk.

What's up?

Bree Novacek

came to see me
the other day.

Oh.

She's putting in her papers.

Too bad. She's a good cop.

She's one of my best.

I got to ask, Bill.

- Don't.
- Don't what?

Don't insult me by asking
what you're thinking of asking.

Did something happen
between you two?

You don't listen so good.

If you did or said anything
to make her feel uncomfortable,

that would actually mean
you don't listen so good.

You're still on
dismissal probation.

What the hell
did she tell you, huh?

That I told her a joke?

That I looked at her funny?

Come on, tell me.
I want to know.

About you? Nothing.

Not a word.

But I know your history.

That's it. We're done.

I'm asking you
nice, Bill.

Tell me what you did.

You want to know what I did?
I'll tell you what I did.

I worked my ass off,
covering your squad and mine

while you were laid up
in the hospital.

I did your job, Tommy,
and I did it well.

You want to say something to me?
Say thank you!

Hey.

Hey. I'm at the morgue.

Pretty sure I'm looking

at the guy
Ridley Dineen shot last night.

So much for bringing him in
alive.

This mean
we found the stash house?

No. That's not where his body
turned up.

Do we at least have
a gang affiliation?

That depends.
Does Mensa count?

Mensa?

This guy--
he's not what we were expecting.

His name's Cecil Troy.
The bullets that killed him

are a match for Ridley
Dineen's nine-millimeter.

He was shot in the chest first.
When he went to the ground,

Dineen moved in close
to finish the job.

So, soft hands, no tattoos,
membership of a high IQ society.

I'm gonna hazard
a guess and say

he wasn't guarding a stash house
when he died.

He was found in his garage
in Dyker Heights.

Pretty sure
he'd just gotten out of his car

when Dineen popped him.

The money with the
fentanyl on it--

you think Dineen stole
it from this guy?

I went through his house
with CSU.

Didn't find any evidence
of fentanyl

or that Mr. Troy was involved

in any other kind
of criminal activity.

When I called Dineen's
girlfriend and asked

if she'd ever
heard of him,

she said no.
Far as she knew,

the only crime Dineen got up to

the other night was knocking
over the stash house.

But this has to be
connected, right?

We were wondering

if Dineen was some sort of spy,

but maybe it's simpler
than that.

This is the guy
the Russians wanted dead.

They hired Dineen
to do it,

and the tip about the stash
house was the payoff.

When they killed Dineen, they
were just tying up a loose end.

According to a
business card

I found, Mr. Troy here
was an art restorer.

Not sure what the Russians
would have against that,

but his office is my next stop
if you two want to join.

I'm sorry,

but no, I've never heard
of a Ridley Dineen,

and I have no idea why he would
have wanted to hurt Cecil.

Cecil mention any problems
with anyone lately?

No. He was kind and sweet.

If someone had a
problem with him,

he would have
tried to fix it.

That's just how he was.

Cecil was an art restorer,
right?

Technically, yes.

Technically?

He was a chemist.

I am, too,
but when we were in grad school,

we came up with a solvent
that could be used

to clean ancient textiles
without damaging them.

Museums and private
collectors send us their

parchments, their tapestries,
and their rugs, and we use

that chamber to expose them
to our solvent.

It's sort of like

a detergent for a really
expensive washing machine.

You guys ever do

any work
for international clients?

All the time. Sure. Why?

We can't get into
the details just yet,

but there's a possibility
Cecil was killed

on the orders of a
foreign government.

- What?
- Maybe someone

overseas wasn't very happy
with the work you two did.

Cecil paid the price.

No. That's crazy.

I mean,

has there been
an occasional unhappy customer?

Yes, but no one
who would want to kill us.

Excuse me. Uh, does this phone
look familiar?

No. Why?

I found it in one of Cecil's drawers.

I think it's a burner phone.
There's no call history,

but there are some interesting
text messages in the outbox.

"All's clear. Go now.
1620 Jesup Avenue.

53-86-29-04."

Sent on the same day he died.

You got any idea
what's at 1620 Jesup?

No.

Do you think it has something
to do with what happened to him?

Police.

Anyone in here?

It's all clear.

Look at this.

Oh.

Those numbers

on Cecil Troy's last text.

They had to have been
the combination, right?

This footprint
is Ridley Dineen's.

I recognize the tread
from his boots.

So this must be the
stash house he ripped off.

And Cecil Troy was the one
who sent him here.

Have you forgotten my new
color-coding system already?

Red lines indicate ownership.

Blue is a familial relationship.

Green denotes
a financial connection.

Pink is for kissing cousins.

Purple means
two suspects sang karaoke duets.

You mock me?

So, Cecil Troy didn't just send
Ridley Dineen

to rob that stash house.

He owned the place.

His uncle died a month
ago and left it to him.

Marcus checked.

The estate is still in probate,

but Cecil already had the keys.
Red.

You would think there were
easier ways to fetch drug money

if you have the keys
to the stash house

and the combination to the safe
that the money is kept in.

Well, obviously, Cecil was part
of the plot to kill Dineen,

but I just can't figure out why
and how he even knew the guy.

What would you believe? They
played together as children?

I ran background checks
on the both of them.

Turns out they grew up
on the same block.

That can't be a coincidence.

And then, 25 years later,
Cecil sets Ridley up to die.

Tells him about a stash house
full of cash.

Dineen is only too happy
to take the money,

and then,
either because he had tipped

to his
old friend's bad intentions...

Or he just didn't feel
like splitting the proceeds.

He drives to Cecil's house
and shoots him dead,

not more than an hour

before he himself inhales
a lungful of Kolokol-1.

What are the odds we're looking
at a closed loop?

Each guy had something
against the other.

They kill each other.
End of story.

It's possible,

but we still don't know
where Cecil got that money.

His bank records show
no unusual activity.

And he killed Dineen
with a substance

I hadn't previously imagined
existing on this continent.

Well, Cecil was a chemist.

Maybe he's the one
who made the Kolokol-1.

Mm. I still like the Russians.

If I'm wrong about them,
I should know soon enough.

I'm supposed to meet Olga
Berezhnaya in 20 minutes.

You know, that's one thing
I appreciate about

people in your profession--
punctuality.

I never met a spy
who didn't arrive on time.

Old habits die hard.

This is a strange spot

for a clandestine meeting,
though, isn't it?

We're two blocks
from a police station,

and in plain view
of a thousand windows.

Rest assured,
I didn't choose this spot

for their charcuterie plate.

It is really good, though.
You should try some.

I think I'd prefer that dossier.

A summary first.

Cecil Troy has no connection
with Russian intelligence.

No disrespect, but isn't that
what you would say

even if he was the new head
of the SVR?

Why should I believe you?

I don't care if you do.

But I think you'll leave here
and ask yourself,

why would I lie about that,
then give information

that is far more damning
to my government?

You see that window
on the third floor?

That's the home of Pasha Voynov.

Should I know that name?

Mr. Voynov was formerly

a chemical weapons scientist
in Russia.

He emigrated to New York

not long after
the Dubrovka Theater tragedy.

Is he one of the scientists
who helped develop Kolokol-1?

He was,
and so, even after he left,

Russian intelligence
kept eyes on him.

As it turns out, they fear
he may have recently

cooked up a batch
of the stuff in New York.

They fear. They don't know?

He purchased
the requisite supplies.

But my handlers want me
to make it clear.

We have no
further information

as to why
he synthesized the drug

or who else
may have been involved.

So why are your handlers being
so forthcoming?

The knowledge this man possesses
makes him very dangerous.

He's as much a threat
to the motherland

as he is to this country.

You just signaled someone.

I'm sorry,

but we can't have Voynov sharing
what he knows

with the American government.

You guys should back up.

For what it's worth,
it wasn't my call.

Call 911.

Yeah.

What's all this?

Everything I've got
on the Navarro case.

Marcus offered to take it
off my hands when I leave,

so I thought
I'd walk him through it.

Course, if you'd rather
have someone else on it,

that's totally your call.

No, it's not that.
It's, uh...

Can we talk?

Of course.

Your decision to leave--

does it have anything to
do with Captain Dwyer?

'Cause if he did or said
something, please tell me

so we can bring
it to the EEO.

Whatever it was, I don't want
it happening to anyone else.

What?

This... thing

you think happened to me--

we go to EEO,
do you honestly think

it's not gonna happen
to anyone else?

Dwyer'll be gone.

I'm not talking
about him.

I am talking
about all the others.

Dwyer goes down,
do you really think

that's gonna change anything,

that this department's
gonna suddenly stop being

a boys' club?

To be clear,
you're not part of the problem.

I meant everything
that I said the other day.

The best boss I ever had.

But I've been a cop

for 17 years now.

And in my experience,

you are the exception,

not the rule.

The culture you're
talking about, Bree,

there's only one
way to change it.

Most of my friends right now,

you know what they are?

Cops.

When I leave here,

you know what most of my friends
will still be?

Cops.

You know what it's like
when someone goes after

the department.

The wagons get circled,
lines get drawn.

And all that's gonna matter
to most cops

is that I cost
another cop his job.

And that's when
the crank calls'll start,

the anonymous threats.

Hell, I make the news, and then
people who aren't police

can start weighing in.

"Maybe she's just looking
for attention."

"Maybe she
was asking for it."

What happened between Dwyer
and me, I...

I didn't have a choice.

Now I do.

I get it.

I just wish
I had been here for you.

I'm almost surprised

that this guy's SVR file does
not include his day of death.

I mean, obviously,
they knew it was coming.

Obvious to you and me.

Not so much
to the fire department.

They seem to be swallowing
the idea that a faulty gas line

was to blame for
the fatal explosion.

You could correct them.

I told the CIA instead.

Spies are their domain.

I'm just glad that
no one else was hurt.

If Voynov was synthesizing
Kolokol-1 for Cecil Troy,

then... his death is
hardly a tragedy, is it?

Well, still, it would've been
nice to talk to the guy.

We could have asked him
why he would cook up

some chemical weapons
to help murder a thief.

We could have asked him,

but I don't think
he would have answered.

Not if my theory about

why he became
involved is correct.

This is about a string
of robberies in Brighton Beach.

Aka Bratva Beach.

The businesses
that were robbed

included two car washes,
a dry cleaner's, and a café.

I think it's possible they were
all fronts for the Russian mob.

Well, mobsters do love
their cash businesses.

But what does this have
to do with Voynov?

He left Russia without the
blessing of the government,

which could be difficult
if you're one

of their top chemical
weapons scientists.

I submit he had help.

The Bratva?

They have the resources
to get him out of the country

and keep him alive
all this time.

Until today.

So you think Dineen was the one
who ripped off these places,

the Bratva figured it out,

and then hired Voynov
to make some Kolokol-1 for them?

I'm not the only one who thinks

that they were the real
victims of this spree.

Everything you're looking
at has been folded

into an ongoing
DEA investigation

into Russian drug trafficking.

Okay, but the Bratva
is the Bratva.

They're not shy
when it comes to killing people.

So why go to all this trouble

to make Dineen's death
look like an overdose?

Perhaps slitting
people's throats

becomes tiresome after a while.

Well,
it's an interesting theory.

But how does it account
for Cecil Troy?

My interesting theory is
in its larval stage.

It needs information to grow.

So you and I

are going to visit a
contact of mine at the DEA.

With any luck, he can help us...

weave Cecil Troy
into this bloody tapestry.

Anything?

Uh, Agent Abanto's assistant
came out again

to say he'd be
five more minutes.

She seems to believe
him every time.

She's either a phenomenal liar
or a bit stupid.

Haven't got your lock picks
on you, have you?

Don't even think it.

There's a file room over there.

Could just pop in,

look for the files
I need, pop out.

If Ridley Dineen is responsible
for the robberies

in Brighton Beach,
I'd be doing the Agency a favor.

Is that a fascinating memo?

Actually, it is.

It's about the DEA's new safety
protocols for the handling

of all contraband seized
in drug raids, including cash.

It's also the reason
we can stop

waiting around for Agent Abanto.

If I'm right, it not only

explains who's responsible
for what happened

to Ridley Dineen-- it also
explains why they did it.

How was the funeral?

Cecil's funeral was
this morning, wasn't it?

How did you get in here?

Owner of the
building let us in.

This helped.

A warrant?

We needed one
to search this place.

Well, I-I don't understand.

What were you looking for?

Evidence.

We know that
you and Cecil

were behind
Ridley Dineen's death.

That's crazy.

It's worse than that.
It's cruel.

I just came from burying
my best friend.

Trust us, if we could have,

we would have come
for you sooner.

Just took us a while to catch up
to what you two did.

In case you
haven't already seen it,

this is a memo the DEA put out.

It says that,
from this point forward,

any and all
currency recovered

from narcotics busts
will have to be cleaned

by a company called
Troy-Kensit Labs.

Your company.

Last couple years,
there's been a lot of concern

in law enforcement
that drug-laced cash

could hurt or even kill
the people who touch it.

Money
with fentanyl on it

was supposed to be
especially dangerous.

The DEA got so worried,

they put out a solicitation
on a government website.

They were looking for a vendor,
someone who could

actually launder
seized money

without damaging it.

Now, you and
Cecil won the bid.

We're guessing,
when you already know how

to safely clean textiles
that are hundreds

of years old,

money isn't much of a challenge.

Unfortunately, a number

of toxicologists caught wind
of the solicitation

and dismissed it as nonsense,

a waste of
taxpayers' money.

They insisted
that drugs like fentanyl

could not be absorbed
through the skin.

You had the bid,

but the DEA decided
to slow everything down,

do a little more research.

That didn't work
for you and Cecil,

so you came up with a way
to force their hand.

He reached out
to Ridley Dineen

and told him about a stash house
that he'd heard about.

Dineen couldn't rob the place
fast enough.

While he was out, you and Cecil
went to his apartment

and tampered with his inhaler.

You knew that using it
would kill him

in less than a minute.

Police would process the scene
and assume

that the fentanyl
in his system was from the cash.

There would be more
panic about toxic money,

and the DEA would finally close
their contract with you.

What you didn't count on

was Dineen killing Cecil
after he was done.

I'm sorry,

it sounds like you're talking
about things

that Cecil may have done.

If he did do them,

I wouldn't know anything
about it.

Yeah, very smart.

Blame the dead man
because he can't defend himself.

However, we're confident
we're gonna be able to link you

to your two other accomplices,

Pasha Voynov

and Lady Godiva.

She's your cat, right?

We got a court order
for a sample of her hair.

We're gonna compare it
to the hair we found

all over Dineen's apartment.

We're also gonna
take a close look

at your bank records.

Someone paid Voynov

to synthesize the drug
that killed Dineen.

Probably the same person
who came up with all the cash

that Dineen took out
of that safe.

We already know
it wasn't Cecil.

So tell us,

when we talk to your bank,
are we gonna find out

that you recently withdrew
a couple hundred grand in cash?

Yeah.

That's what we thought.

♪ All the time
it takes to find ♪

♪ A home ♪

♪ Now you know the cost... ♪

He found some pictures
of me online.

They were photos from a trip
I'd taken with my ex.

I was in a bathing suit.

He e-mailed them
to a few people,

made a few comments.

It got back to me.

♪ To find a home ♪

Do you think that's worth
ruining his career?

You're asking a question that
Dwyer should've asked himself.

I went to EEO today.

Told 'em everything.

I thought you said...

I know what I said.

And, for the record,
I don't think I was wrong

for feeling the way I did.

But... I don't know.

Saying it out loud,

I realized I can take it.

Before you ask,

I am still putting
in my papers.

I really am excited
about this other job.

I'm happy for you.

Thank you.

Those friends
you were talking about,

the ones who are cops,

I hope you know I'm one of them.

I will be to the end.

♪ Oh-oh ♪

♪ Oh-oh. ♪

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