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Previously on Elementary...
Mina Davenport.

Are you familiar
with the case? - Of course.

She was kidnapped in 2004.

Ten years later she
escaped and came home.

Mina.

Is everything okay?

Basically, this girl
could not have grown up

to become this girl.

You are one of the best
liars I have ever met,

and that's saying something.

My real name is Cassie, but you
can call me Mina if it's easier.

You think I killed
that FBI agent.

Think you can lie your way out?

I do.

Now tell me...

am I lying?

Mr. Weller, appreciate
you coming back in.

This makes what, three times?

Frankly, these interviews

are starting
to feel like harassment.

I already admitted
to what happened

between me and Summer.

It was a one-time thing.

Right. Ms. Voss was
your physical therapist,

things got physical.
But, you know...

Homicide investigation...
We like to be thorough.

Where is it even a homicide?

She died in a car accident.
And I was

in front of a class full
of students when it happened.

Like I said on the
phone, we just have

one more thing to go over.

Fear not, Mr. Weller.
Unlike the yoga ball

you used to kill Summer Voss,

this one won't hurt anyone.

Got to hand it to you.

At first we couldn't
figure out how you did it.

We only knew you had motive
after her friends told us

she'd threatened to expose
your bedswerving to your wife.

Then we noticed

a small incision
in the deflated yoga ball

police found in Summer's car.

Their lab tested the ball

and found traces
of carbon monoxide inside.

You knew what time
Summer went to work.

And you knew
what kind of yoga ball

she kept in her car,
so you bought an identical one

and filled it
with carbon monoxide.

You have access to the gas

through your school's

chemistry lab. You created
a slow leak

and then you swapped
your ball in right before

Summer got in her car.

The gas filled the
cabin as she drove,

and she asphyxiated
behind the wheel.

We showed your photo
to the cashier

at a sporting goods store
near your school.

He ID'd you, and he
confirmed that you bought

a ball just like that one.

You're lucky the crash
didn't kill anyone else.

This way, you're only looking
at one life sentence.

It's our new client
from London, Nathan Garrideb.

He's landed, wants to know
if he can swing by

straight from the airport.

Tell him no.

In fact, tell him all three
Garridebs have to wait.

Something more
pressing has come up.

Is that...

The impostor formerly known
as Mina Davenport.

Hello.

Been a long time.

Not long enough.

I'll give you credit.

You told me you'd beat
the charges

for murdering Agent
Underhill, and you did.

Because I didn't do it.

You know that now, right?

We know about the facts.

A gang of meth dealers
was operating

near the clearing where
Underhill was found.

One of them confessed to
killing him. He said that a man

with an FBI badge wandered

into their turf, so they did
what they had to do.

So, yes.

We accept that you didn't
kill him with your own hands.

But what...

You think I sent him there
hoping they'd kill him

because I thought
he was onto me?

You were impersonating
Mina Davenport

to get access to her trust fund.

Underhill was reinvestigating

your case.

And I pled guilty
to fraud for what I did

and served my time.

Look.

I've been sitting
out here a long time.

Can I come in
and I'll explain why I'm here?

www.nieco.com
text nieco nieco

So, Cassie Lenue

is the name you're going
by these days, is it?

Cassie is my real name.

At least, as far
as I can remember.

Lenue is just something
the court assigned.

Means "last name unknown." It's
the court's version of John Doe.

Sometimes they pronounce it

phonetically
and sometimes it sticks.

You maintained
throughout the proceedings

you don't know your real name.

It's the truth. I was...

in and out of foster homes
my whole life.

Somewhere it got lost.

Obviously,

I can't convince you.

Nope, you can't.
So state your business.

Did the halfway house you were
staying at throw you out

because the other ex-cons
find you too untrustworthy?

No, it's nothing like that.

Someone I care about
was murdered.

I want to hire you to solve it.

"Passaic Woman's Murder
Remains Unsolved."

Says the victim's name
was Heather Foley.

She was shot in a parking lot
three weeks ago

at a kids clothing store.
No witnesses.

Her husband is asking
the public for leads.

It says she was a foster mom.

She was my foster mom.

For a while,
when I was around 14.

Here.

Perhaps if your mouth is busy,

you won't lie as much.

Why do you have to be so mean?

Because I don't think
you've said

an honest word since "Hello."

We've read
all your court records.

You claimed that you
shared everything

you knew about your past.

Every orphanage, every foster
home you could remember.

You never mentioned
this woman once. Why not?

Because I didn't
want Heather to know

about the trouble I was in.

I was ashamed.

We've seen ample evidence

that you're not capable
of shame.

When we check New Jersey's

foster records, will we find
a record of this placement?

No, it...
it wasn't official.

I had run away from the place

where I was living.
I met Heather

on a food line,
and she took me in.

After a few months,

I was in trouble again,

so I moved on.

It's convenient...

Another un-confirmable story.

As is your won't.

It wasn't easy for me
to come to you.

I know how you feel about me,

but... Heather was
one of the only people

in my whole life
who ever cared about me.

And you're the best
at what you do.

She was buying clothes
for her foster kids

when she got gunned down.

Whether you believe
anything I say or not...

doesn't this sound like
someone who deserves justice?

Hey, you got
the article I sent you?

I did, but first we're
gonna talk about Mina

or Cassie or
whatever her name is

just showing up at your house.

I assume you guys hid
all the silverware?

And the checkbooks.

You said she knew the woman
in the article, Heather Foley?

I said she says she knows her.

You think it's a trick.

I think it's impossible
to know with her.

Right now, we're just playing
along. We thought we'd look

look into the murder
of Heather Foley.

Try and figure out
what she's up to.

I left a message
for the detective

in Passaic who's
working the case.

I'll let you know
when I hear back.

Meantime, I dug up what I could.

Far as the murder itself goes,

everything in the
article is right.

Single gunshot
wound to the head,

nine millimeter slug,
ballistics didn't find a match.

No other leads.

Reads to me like the cops

looked at the husband,
but ruled him out.

Cassie did 20 months
at Taconic, right?

Yeah.

I know I don't need
to tell you this,

but watch your backs.
Prison's a good place

for someone like her
to learn new tricks.

I promise, we're not gonna
let her out of our sight.

In fact, Sherlock is with her
right now, getting her situated.

Right, for the extent
of the investigation,

you'll be living under our roof.

We'll know where you are and
what you're doing at all times.

You're going to keep this
with you at all times.

It's enabled to send
and receive calls

only with Watson and myself.

You'll possess no other
electronic devices.

You'll keep it powered on...
So you can track my location with it.

Problem?
No.

The fact that you've
brought us this case

tells me you're up to something.

You may have accomplices.

You may intend someone harm.

So until I know
what your game is,

you can abandon
all expectation of privacy.

You've spent time in prison.

So it should be easy.

Fair enough.

And thanks.

I appreciate you doing this.

What?

I will find out
what you're up to.

You mean,
besides trying to find out

who killed the person
I cared about?

Yeah, besides that.
Now, do whatever settling in

you need to do quickly.

Watson is tending to a client
who's in from abroad.

You and I will visit
Heather Foley's husband.

♪

Hey.

You came back.

I told you I would.

And you brought help.

Judd Foley, Sherlock Holmes.

My condolences on your loss.

Cassie said she had a friend
who was a detective.

I hope she explained
I can't afford to pay much.

I told him I'd bet

you'd take the case for free.

Oh, well, free it is, then.

Wouldn't want to make
a liar out of Cassie.

Please, come in.

Remind me, how long did
Cassie live here with you?

Judd and Heather
weren't together back then.

I just lived with Heather.

We were, uh, married
for four years.

So when did you meet? Just last week.

But I feel like
I've known her for forever.

I read about what
happened online

and I came to pay my respects.

I was amazed...

how much Cassie remembered.

She brought Stargazer lilies,
Heather's favorite flower.

She remembered how much Heather
loved Destiny's Child.

How she'd listen to them
while she exercised.

And then eat Yodels and complain
that she undid all that work.

It must be a great comfort...

meeting someone
Heather meant so much to.

Heather left her mark on people.

She did a lot of good.

I read about what happened.

While tragic, it seems to me
that Heather's death

may have been just a mugging,
or a random act of violence.

Given your appeals
to the public,

you obviously think
there's a lot more to it.

So...

what's not in print?

The past few months, Heather
kept getting phone calls

she didn't want me to hear.

Plus, she'd run off

on "errands" at all hours.

You think she was having
an affair?

Did you tell the police?

They said they looked into it
but didn't find anything.

Did you confront Heather
with your suspicions?

She said it was all for work.

What work did she do?

"Formula-Share."

That's the, uh, company
she worked for.

They buy and sell
baby formula.Hmm.

Doesn't scream
"late night meetings," does it?

And listen,

if she was cheating on me,
it'll hurt like hell to know,

but I just want whoever did this
to her caught.

I don't remember this.

I thought Heather worked
for a plant nursery.

She did, back then.

This is something she got into
a couple years ago.

We'd foster infants sometimes,

and sometimes we'd have
extra formula.

So Heather started
selling it online.

Turns out there's
a whole market.

People with extra,

people who can't
afford it in stores.

After a while, she hooked up
with Formula-Share.

Did the police see this?

They copied her whole
hard drive,

so I assume they saw everything.

Why, what is it?

It's an exchange between
Heather and her buyer,

a "Meredith S."

Heather expresses concern about
a potential seller.

Apparently, he had
so much formula to sell

that she had concerns
about the source.

Meredith offers to take the
man's details and look into it.

Concerns about the source? You...

You think Heather got mixed up
with some kind of thief?

I think it's possible.

But if the police saw this,
I'm sure they looked into it.

Those e-mails between
Heather and her buyer,

they meant more to you
than you let on.

What is it you didn't
want Judd to know?

What?

The best liars often make
the best lie detectors.

Thanks?

Who are those two?

They're cops.
Yep.

The e-mails I saw follow
the classic script.

A middleman tells a buyer
that they know a seller

who can provide copious product,

but for whatever reason,

the middleman doesn't want
to deal with it.

It's a con.
Yeah.

One used by law enforcement
to introduce a criminal

to an undercover operative.

The buyer, predictably, offers
to deal with the seller direct.

Only the seller's a cop,
and the whole time,

the buyer thinks contacting
the cop was their own idea.

Yeah. Hello.

I'm Detective Owen Calabrissi,
New Jersey State Police.

This is Homicide
Detective Rhea Farrad,

Passaic County
Prosecutor's Office.

I spoke to a colleague
of yours, Marcus Bell?

He caught me up,
said you'd be here.

You're running the investigation

that involved the late
Mrs. Foley?

Got it in one.

What are you investigating?

Is the baby formula
a cover for drugs?

It's not a cover for anything.

The formula itself
is the problem. It's hot.

You're saying Formula-Share is
an organized crime ring

dealing in stolen baby formula? Yeah.

And you had turned Mrs. Foley
into an informant,

trying to get her boss?

But if you're homicide,

and the two of you are
working together...

They think that

Mrs. Foley's accomplices
found out,

and that's what got her killed.

Looks more like you're going
after the Five Families

rather than people
stealing baby formula.

Racketeering is racketeering.

Baby formula is expensive,
easy to move.

Gives people a motive
to steal it.

And motive to protect themselves
from getting caught.

You weren't far
off when you compared them

to the mob.

Organization is the same,
structured in tiers.

Shoplifters steal the formula
from drugstores, supermarkets.

Lieutenants, like Heather Foley,
funnel it up to the buyers.

The buyers resell it

on the black market

to less-reputable retailers.

Nationally,
a racket like this...

rake in billions a year.

And you're going after them
the same way you would the mob?

Folks at the bottom

are the softest targets.

You arrest them, flip them,

use them to climb
the ladder, and repeat.

So, Sherlock was right.

You had flipped Heather Foley,

and she was gonna help you
get an undercover cop

in front of her boss.
Ocasio was the undercover.

Heather was setting up a meet

between him and this woman,
Meredith Sagehorn.

The trick is proving that the
boss knows the product's stolen.

The plan was that I'd wear a
wire when I met with Sagehorn.

Make it clear that the formula
I was selling was hot.

Hopefully she'd go
with the buy anyway.

And once you had
Sagehorn on tape

agreeing to buy stolen goods,

you would've arrested her
and pressured her

to give up the rest
of the group.

Only you think
Sagehorn figured out

Heather had flipped,
so she killed her?

Or had her killed.

She has an alibi,
but we still like her.

That's why this is a joint op
between New Jersey State Police

and Passaic County Homicide now.

Problem is, we've hit a wall.

Their undercover op is blown,

so they've got no line
on the formula ring.

And so far, we can't prove
Sagehorn ordered the hit.

I still don't get
NYPD's interest.

Call it a personal connection.

But we don't want to
step on any toes.

Forget about that.

Any way this closes
is fine with us.

Shouldn't you be in there?

I knew what they were
going to say.

Plus, I can read lips,

so I know the investigation
is well in hand.

I'm out here... focusing
on a mystery more dire.

I like how dangerous
you think I am.

You never explained how
Agent Underhill's blood

got in your car four years ago.

At the very least, you were
at the scene of his murder,

and you kept it to yourself.

So, is my caution misplaced?

Maybe not.

I performed an experiment last
night after you went to bed.

I tried to get every piece of
information that you claimed

to remember about Heather Foley,
from sources online.

Her social media, photographs
posted, eulogies of friends.

And? Oh, you know the answer.

It was an unalloyed success.

You conned Judd Foley,

just as you conned
the Davenports before him.

You might have fooled them,
but you don't fool me.

You have trust issues.

You have truth issues.

What was it like
for you as a kid?

I bet you lived in a mansion.

Lots of servants with white
gloves and feather dusters.

Like one of those shows on TV.

I bet you never had to be alone.

Maybe Heather meant
that much to me.

Maybe connecting with one
person, even for a short time,

was that important.

But I guess that's something
you wouldn't understand.

Oh, you've been busy.

Okay, so I recognize
these faces.

New Jersey's Baby Formula Mafia.

But who are these guys?

That's the drug gang responsible
for Agent Underhill's death.

I noticed while researching
the baby formula ring

that several of its shoplifters
were drug offenders with records

for drug possession,
dealing, etcetera.

Well, that makes sense.

I mean, they've had experience
trafficking illegal goods.

And, as we noted before,

Cassie could have been
indebted to the drug gang

for having eliminated
Agent Underhill.

So you're trying to
find the overlap

between these two groups.

You think that Cassie
is working for the gang.

They want her
to find out everything

the state police know.

She used us as her way in.

I did think that,
but I found no such overlap.

Furthermore, several members
of the gang

have been arrested
since that night.

I've reviewed their testimonies,
and there's no indication

that any of them have
heard of Cassie.

So maybe she really didn't
have anything to do

with Underhill's death.

Where is she?

She's in the spare room.
Said she needed to rest.

How is she today?

Obviously, it's hard to tell

if anything she says is true.

There was a moment this morning
she seemed genuine.

I wonder if sometimes
she gets tired of lying.

So, in spite of everything...

All of her lies,
all the bad things she does...

You like her, don't you?

She possesses
a singular intellect.

It would be a shame
to see it go to waste.

And you have a soft spot
for singular intellects.

She's no Moriarty.

Not yet.

It's Marcus.

I suggested that he
and Detective Farrad

interview Meredith Sagehorn.

She lives in New York, so we're
going to meet at the 11th.

I'm gonna go observe.

Why don't you take
Cassie with you?

I'm coming up short here.

I was thinking of visiting
the halfway house

she's been staying at.

Perhaps I can find a clue
to her agenda there.

Are your residents not allowed
to personalize their rooms?

They're allowed.
Cassie just never did.

We have a common room
downstairs.

Uh, she spends a lot
of her time there,

if you're interested.

She keeps to herself,
even when she's down here.

I think she tried
to make friends

with the other girls early on,
but she didn't fit in.

So mostly she just sits at
the computer and surfs the Web.

Do you keep a record
of what they look at?

Actually, we do.

Every resident has
their own login.

This way we can check their
browser history if we have to.

Here.

It's, uh, all crime blotter
stuff with her.

Dead people. Kind
of an obsession.

Morbid, right?

The question I'd like
to start with, Detectives,

is why Mrs. Sagehorn is still

a suspect
in Heather Foley's murder.

We're just trying to get
a picture of Mrs. Foley's life.

She communicated a lot

with your client.

We figure, if she had
beef with anyone,

you'd be the one to know.

Heather and I
communicated so much

because we didn't
just work together.

My kids played with
her foster kids.

We'd go on girls-only trips
together.

Heather and I were friends.

Which is something we have
been saying all along.

And since they were close
friends, my client would have

volunteered anything
right off the bat.

So is this anything more
than a fishing expedition?

I don't see why you're taking
this as adversarial, Counselor.

I'm sure that your client
wants us to be thorough,

for her friend.

Something wrong? No.

It's just, I've always been on
that side of rooms like this.

I always wondered
what this side was like.

Mm. It's funny
you should say that.

Why?

Because if Heather meant as much
to you as you say she did,

and her suspected killer
was sitting right there,

I don't buy that you'd even
notice this room, but...

hey, stick to your story.

Fine.

You want to know the real reason
I showed up on your doorstep?

I'll tell you.
You have to promise

that you won't tell Sherlock
before I do.

Tell him what?

Has he ever mentioned a woman
named Pamela Fremont?

No.

He probably doesn't even
remember her.

She's, um,

not around anymore,
but she was a stock analyst,

and back in the '90s,
she was flying a lot

between London and New York.

They met on a flight.

Nine months later...

I was born.

Are you trying to tell me
that Sherlock is your father?

Nice try.

I've told you this before.

I was at a bookstore when
Heather was killed,

waiting in line

to get a book signed. There had
to be a hundred people there.

You did, and we confirmed it.

But you're a savvy
businesswoman.

If you wanted to hurt
Heather, you could've found

someone to do it for you.

The book was a gift for Heather.

She loved those, uh,
what do you call them,

"bodice rippers," romance books

with shirtless guys
on the covers.

Why would I go
out of my way to get one

signed for her
if I knew she'd be dead?

She's telling the truth.

She's innocent.

I wouldn't jump to conclusions.

Now you're making things up.

Detective Farrad could be right.

She got someone else
to kill Heather,

and then alibied herself
by going to get Heather a gift.

If she had, she wouldn't have
picked the gift that she did.

When I first went to visit Judd,

I snooped around a little.
Not because I was conning him,

because I was reminiscing
about Heather,

and I kind of went
through her stuff.

Point is, I saw some of the
books that she's talking about.

They were hidden away
in the back of a drawer,

like she was
embarrassed about them.

She probably only told Meredith
'cause they were friends.

If I was choosing a gift

to prove
that I didn't kill someone,

I'd pick something
that everyone knew she liked,

not something she kept secret.

Hey, got your text.

Why'd you want
to meet down here?

Is our houseguest upstairs?

Yeah. Why? What's going on?

I think I know what she's up to.

Why she's here.

These are all news stories she
was researching on the computer

at her halfway house.

These are all about
recent murders.

Including Heather Foley's.

They have more
in common than that.

They're all unsolved murders

which, at least publicly,
have the police stumped.

Geographically, they're
all close, but not so close

that the NYPD would be involved.

They're all sympathetic victims.
There's a nurse,

there's a foster mother,
a firefighter,

all with domestic situations
she could fake her way into.

So we were right. She had
no connection to Heather.

She just picked a story
out of the news.

Moreover,
the criteria with which

she chose those stories
tells me why.

We've been thinking
we were conduits

through which Cassie hoped
to reach an ultimate goal.

But we're not conduits,
we're the goal.

Cassie's target is us.

Now I get the real reason

you gave me this phone.

It's so you can
summon me whenever you...

want.

Yes, these are the articles
that you researched,

from which you selected
Heather Foley's murder.

You chose her case for its
appropriateness to engage us.

More specifically, to engage me.

You're right. You got me.

I read up on you and your family

while I was in prison.

You're, like, really rich.

Figured I'd find a way
to rip you off.

No. You're still lying.

What? I-I just admitted...

This is not about money.

It's about being lonely.

When you and I interacted
four years ago,

I recognized that you're
not like other people.

And I, and I strongly
suspect you sensed

I'm not like other
people, either.

I believe that one thing
you said yesterday is true,

that making a connection
is as important to you

as it is rare.

And that's what you sought
by coming here, isn't it?

A connection.

It's like you said.

You were different.

You are different.

You were wrong about my family.

My mother died when I was young.

My father was never much
of a father at all.

To one extent or another,
I've always been alone.

You have Joan.

The people you work with.Yeah.

But in the grand scheme
of things,

their presence in my life
is a new development.

It's one I cherish.

And while they deserve
the lion's share

of the credit for that,

it's also thanks
to something that I did.

I became a consulting detective.

I was, for a time,
the only one in the world.

I invented a role for myself,

I found a way
to take my difference

and turn it into something
I could use to contribute.

Say you're right about me.

I want to change,
I want to "contribute."

You're saying I have
to become a detective?

No, that was my solution.

No doubt,
yours will be different.

So what do I become?

I've got no idea.

But if you really want
to be a better person,

I could help you figure it out.

So you don't think Meredith
Sagehorn killed Heather Foley.

We'd say the odds are pretty
slim. Detective Farrad agrees.

That said,
we could still use your help.

Even if Sagehorn didn't do it,

someone in her organization
might have, for the same reason.

Heather was
cooperating with you.

That meant she was a threat
to the entire ring.

Any one of them

would have been worried
about losing income,

or going to prison.

We've been thinking
the same thing.

Sagehorn or not, whoever
killed Heather Foley,

we have to assume
my cover is blown,

and that people inside the ring

might have their guards up.

That mean you guys
are backing off?

Well, for now.

You know, long enough

to let the ring
feel comfortable again.

Then we can try to turn
another lieutenant

with a different undercover.

At any rate,
we'd love to help you out,

I just don't know how we can.

You know, Farrad
already ruled out

all the other known members

of the organization

as suspects in the Foley murder.

Which is why we want
to look into members

that you don't know yet.

So, my partner and I
noticed these photos

the last time we were here.
Those were taken

by security cameras
at retail stores, right?

Those companies are helping you
identify shoplifters.

If you guys are willing
to make the introductions,

we'd like to reach out,
go through

their security footage
ourselves.

We might be able to identify

someone that they missed.

Leehoven's has
over a thousand stores

in the tristate area.

400 in New Jersey alone.

We coordinate loss prevention
for the whole company here,

and my team keeps
a running collection

of anyone we spot
boosting formula.

And what you're looking at here
is the last three months.

We share the images
between stores.

And lately, the state police.

Leehoven's is very proactive

about working
with law enforcement.

Have you added that guy
to your collection yet?

Why? Did you see him steal?

No, but he wants to.

He's been reading
different boxes

of the same cereal over and over
again, for like, forever.

What he's really doing is
waiting for the aisle to clear

before he can make his move.

Good catch.

I'll have my people
keep an eye out for him.

That's you, is it not?

Yeah.

I do store visits once a week.

The fancy threads
are because I had testified

before the state senate
that day.

Oh, yeah? What about? As it happens,

baby formula.

The state gives cash vouchers

to needy moms to help
feed their kids.

Formula is one
of the foods covered.

Why'd you have to testify?

That doesn't sound
very controversial.

You'd be surprised.

Thanks to baby formula being
free to so many customers,

the prices get
artificially jacked up,

and high prices
incentivize crime.

So the state is considering

dropping formula
from the program.

Guess I have an eye
for spotting thieves, huh?

Now you say something like:

thieves are just another
form of liars, right?

No, you have a talent.

Uh, the stuff you said earlier,

I, um, I have to think about it.

Yes, of course. So when we get back
to your place,

you want to split
the footage up?

No, I don't.

But only 'cause I don't
think it's necessary.

I'm considering a new
theory of the crime.

Heather Foley was on
the verge of introducing

an undercover detective
to Meredith Sagehorn.

Had he succeeded

in gaining her trust, a takedown
of the entire operation

would've quickly followed.

Right, so how is that
a new theory?

'Cause I'm now focused
on the timing.

According to what Bendix said,

state senate will soon be voting
on baby formula subsidies.

When the state police
execute their warrant

of Mrs. Sagehorn's crime ring,

that's going to
generate headlines,

and those headlines
may well sway the vote

against the subsidies.

But a lot of people make
a lot of money off those moms

getting free formula.Yeah.

Imagine the losses if people
stopped buying formula en masse.

You think someone killed Heather

to stall the investigation
until after the vote.

Did I hear correctly
that one of our clients,

John Garrideb,
has been arrested?

You did. It turns out
that John Garrideb

only convinced Nathan Garrideb

to come here to find
Howard Garrideb,

so that John's friends
could steal a fortune

from Nathan's house
while he was away.

Scotland Yard picked up
the accomplices in London.

John is on his way to jail,
and Nathan is on his way home.

How's it been going here?

Also productive.

Working off the new theory
that I texted you,

Cassie and I identified
a list of suspects.

Top executives at companies

that make baby formula

and owners of companies
that sell it.

So people who benefit
from its high prices.

Mm. And while we
don't yet have proof,

our focus quickly narrowed

to Mack Leehoven himself,

founder and CEO
of Leehoven's Supermarkets.

One, his empire is just

the right size. Most of his
stores are in New Jersey,

so that makes him
particularly vulnerable

to the impact of the vote.

Two, my research revealed
that Mr. Leehoven himself

has personally
bent over backwards

to ensure his company's
cooperation

with the state police.

Well, that seems
counterintuitive.

You're saying that
the investigation's

strongest supporter
is also its saboteur.

I submit that
Mr. Leehoven's real goal

is to ensure himself
a front row seat

to the investigation's progress.

Okay, but like you said,
none of that is proof.

Which is why I've asked
our favorite hacker collective

to poke around.

Cassie and I agree
that it's far more likely

Mr. Leehoven hired someone
to execute Heather

rather than do it himself.

I'm hoping there'll be
some evidence in his

financial or phone records.

I'm hoping to hear
something shortly.

Cassie already went to bed?

Well, seems like you guys
make a great team.

Not that I'm jealous.
I think it's good.

I mean, I take it the
conversation with her went well?

What you said about her not
being a criminal mastermind yet

stuck with me,

so I endeavored to offer her
an alternative path.

I daresay I might've
got through.

That must feel good. It's not long ago

that you and I
stood and listened

to Odin Reichenbach's
misguided speech

about preventing crime
before it happens.

To my mind, this might
be the right kind

of prevention.

"Living room window open"?

You're a bad man, Mr. Leehoven.

Who the hell are you?

Someone who knows what you did.

You had Heather Foley murdered.

But I'd be happy
not to tell anyone.

In exchange for,

say, $2 million?

So any of the foster
homes you stay in

have a copy of Aesop's Fables?

Listen...

One particular story
came to mind tonight

about a farmer and a snake.

A farmer walked through
his field one winter morning.

On the ground lay a snake,
frozen stiff from the cold.

The farmer knew how deadly
the snake could be,

and yet he picked it up,

and held it to his bosom
for warmth.

When the snake revived,

it bit the farmer
who had been so kind to him,

and as he lay dying,
the farmer said,

"I am rightly served, for
showing pity to a scoundrel."

Do I get to talk?

I'd rather you didn't.
I already know everything.

My associates
at Everyone did not find

any incriminating evidence
against Mack Leehoven.

They did, however,

tell me that there had been
an alarm system breach

at his home tonight.

I found that too coincidental,
and so I checked your room.

You were right. Leehoven did it.
I saw it on his face.

I don't know what I expected.

Whatever it was,
I was wasting my breath.

On the bright side,

neither an ambulance
nor a coroner

has been dispatched
to Leehoven's home tonight,

so I take it you only shook
him down. How much did you get?

A million? Two?

You're the smartest,
just like always.

You figured everything out.

Except there's one question
you haven't thought of yet.

Why would I have come back?

You called it, okay?

Leehoven didn't
kill Heather himself.

He paid someone
to do it for him.

He confirmed this? No.

But the guy I just met, he's
never even done his own laundry.

We discussed the possibility
that he had a fixer,

someone to take care
of his problems for him.

I didn't take Leehoven's money.

I set up a meeting
to take his money,

about four hours from now.

I made myself a problem
that needs to be fixed.

So is it just me, or wouldn't
you like to see who shows up?

Calabrissi was Leehoven's fixer.

Leehoven paid him
to keep him informed

about how the state police
investigation was going.

In particular, how they
had flipped Heather

and how she was gonna help them
take the whole ring down.

And since Leehoven wanted to
slow down the investigation,

he had Calabrissi kill Heather.

Sherlock and Cassie made it so

Leehoven thought Cassie was
blackmailing him to keep quiet.

They set up a meet in a lot

out in Red Hook, and Leehoven
sent Calabrissi instead.

He had a nine millimeter

handgun on him when
we picked him up,

wasn't registered in his name.

Ballistics is putting
a rush on it,

but I'm betting it'll
be the same weapon

that was used to kill Heather.

From what I heard,
Calabrissi was already

offering to give Leehoven up
on the ride over here.

And how'd this all get set up?

It was Sherlock
and Cassie's idea.

Once we had Leehoven
on the hook, we called Marcus.

I got in touch
with Detective Farrad,

and we took it from there.

And so what's this mean?

Cassie Lenue's gonna be
one of the good guys now?

Honestly? I have no idea
what Cassie's gonna be.

I hear you dropped out
of your high school

equivalency prep class.

You checking up on me?

As per our agreement.

I was gonna tell you.

I already knew everything

they were teaching, so I just
decided to skip the class

and apply for the test.

I brought you something.

Like, a present?

It's been troubling me that
you don't know your own name.

If we want you to find

a place in the world, then you
need to know who you are.

You're more than a mere Lenue.

If you found the names
of my real parents

or something like that...

what happened,

why they gave me up,

I...

I don't want to know.

I guess I've always figured

that's not a story
I want to hear.

I suspected as much.

I mean, if you wanted to know,
you would've found out yourself.

And I don't think you need be
defined by your past,

so, uh, what I've brought
is just a form.

It's much like the one
you're filling out now,

but you might want
to fill that one out first.

An application
to change my name?

You'll need to sign it
in the presence of a notary

and submit it to the court,

but it will allow you

to decide who you are.

♪ The bridges you're walking,
the bridges you've burned ♪

What do you say...

Come up with some
names together?

♪ Some go high, some go low.

♪ Keep in mind
the places you'll go. ♪

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