All language subtitles for Elementary.S07E11.HDTV.x264-KILLERS

Previously on Elementary...

What just happened?

Sorry about that.

How'd you do it?

Whatever it is,
I'm sure it's trademarked

Odker technology...

I would trademark it

if I wanted anyone to know
I had it.

So this is a dossier on someone
you've marked for execution.

It's one last attempt to see
if we could all work together.

Do your own research.

is it better
to eliminate Conrad

or risk him killing
dozens of people?

There was indeed a gun show
in Vermont on the weekend

of Wesley Conrad's visit.

So he could've bought a gun.

Wesley Conrad.
Might I have a word?

What is it?

It's a gun. Recently procured
by Wesley Conrad.

He could have more guns.

I put him in touch with a law
firm who are going to help him

resolve his grievances
without violence.

Odin Reichenbach
wants to see us.

Wesley Conrad killed himself
this afternoon.

Right after he murdered
both his parents.

The detectives at
the 6-4 let me sit in

while they interviewed
Wesley Conrad's sister.

She said there was some tension
between Wesley and his parents,

but just the usual
stuff you would expect

when an adult son moves
back into the house:

his share of the bills, how long
he was gonna stay, small stuff.

Nothing that would suggest this.

I know you're angry.

I am, too, but we
can't blame ourselves.

Stopping Wesley

from shooting up the theater
your way

was the right thing to do.

That's not what I'm angry about.

Is this the Conrads' house?

It's from
this morning.

I told you
I had eyes on them.

Secretly planted
several webcams

when I visited their house.
Keep watching.

That's the same thing that
happened to our phones

and computers
right before Odin showed up.

Something happened there
that he didn't want us to see.

Wesley didn't
kill himself

and his parents, Odin sent
people there to kill them,

and then they staged
it to make it look

like a murder-suicide.

When his signal-jamming
technology

took out
the Conrads' electronics,

it also unwittingly

took out mine.

Handed us his calling card.

How is this saving lives?

Well, perhaps he wanted
to falsely prove his thesis.

Convince us
that his program

of organized vigilantism
is not only justified,

but the only way,
and that we were wrong

to try and stop Wesley
without violence.

You think he still wants us
to join his team.

Or at least just live
and let live.

Yeah, well, he blew that.

Hmm.

What is it?

I told you that,
several weeks ago,

I reached out to several
possible sources of help.

Well,

one of those sources
has finally decided to respond.

Father.

Hello, son.

Joan.

It's always good
to see you.

I apologize
for not coming earlier,

but I assure you,
I've given

a great measure of thought

to your Odin Reichenbach
problem.

I take it, from your arrival,
you think you can help?

I do. After all,

dismantling
global criminal enterprises

is an area in which
I have some expertise.

Shall we attack it together?

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Parker Landis,

who was planning a mass botulism
poisoning in Phoenix

when he was gunned down
in a seeming act of road rage.

He's the last of Odin's
sanctions that we were aware of,

apart from Wesley Conrad,
of course.

And you've been unsuccessful in
connecting Odin to any of these?

He's insulated himself too well.

Covered his tracks
as skillfully as we would expect

the head of a global
Internet platform.

As far as we know, the people
committing the murders

don't know that he's the one
giving the orders.

And even if they did,
if Patrick Meers is any example,

they won't talk.

Do we have any reason
to expect greater success

connecting him to this one,

this, uh, Wesley Conrad
and his parents?

I've been to the crime scene,
I examined everything.

It was the work of
professionals, it was perfect.

I expect it to be harder
to connect to him, not easier.

- Hmm.
- Even if we had a murder

to pin on him, we don't know
who to bring it to.

Odin has implied
that he has friends

in almost every law enforcement
agency in the world.

We don't know which
organizations to trust.

Or how high his reach

in any one
of them goes.

Luckily, that's where
I believe I can help.

Reichenbach isn't the only one
with friends in high places.

I'd venture to
say that mine

are higher up
the mountaintop than his.

You think you can
make him vulnerable

to a criminal charge?
- Perhaps.

Although, it'll be
a pointless exercise

unless we have a murder
to charge him with when I do.

As it happens,
I've been contemplating

a new way to identify one.

Not without risk.

But I think we agree

it's time we
took some.

Now
a good time?

You asked me to keep you updated

on the Wesley Conrad
investigation.

And?

Fair winds or foul?

Everything's good.

Our man
at the 64th precinct said

the investigation's
running smoothly.

CSU found nothing
to suggest

that our people were ever there.

This should close
a murder-suicide

without a hitch.

And our other friends?

Any lingering doubts?

Joan Watson accompanied
the detectives

when they interviewed
the sister.

I am told she
seemed satisfied.

They've been
quiet since.

That's good.
But there's something else?

New business.

Urgent?

It jumped to the head of the
line pretty fast.

Name's Stewart Pringle.

Lives here in New York.

He's been writing furious posts
about how his girlfriend

OD'd last night on
prescription opioids.

Says he blames the
drug manufacturer,

and he's gonna make them pay.

Their offices are
in Sunset Park.

Mention a timeline?
No.

But he's already surfing for
tips on homemade explosives.

This one's moving quickly.

Then we should
move quickly, too.

I'll need to see some ID

with the credit
card, Mr. Pringle.

Sure thing.

You, uh,

you a hunter, Mr. Pringle?

How'd you know?

I saw your gear.

Yeah, I got a cabin upstate.

Propane's to heat it.

Well, you be careful
driving back up there.

And make sure you point
that rifle away

from the tank when you shoot.

Bullet hits it,

maybe you don't have a cabin
upstate anymore.

Wilson Kubiak, Joan Watson.

Mr. Kubiak works for a global
security firm my father employs.

So you said that Stewart Pringle
is one of your

online identities?

I've been spewing alarming
rants on social networking

in Pringle's name
since last night.

And now, if anyone wants
to confirm it,

Stewart Pringle
really bought a rifle,

a propane tank
and the makings of a pipe bomb.

The idea is,

he plans to strap the pipe bomb
to the tank.

Makes a big boom, lots of fire,

and as people evacuate
the building,

Stewart picks them off
with the rifle.

A tad overkill,
perhaps.

But the idea was
to grab Odin's attention.

So now we wait,
and hope that Odin

sends someone to kill him?

It shouldn't be too long,

given how imminent I've
made the attack seem.

I chose this particular identity

to reduce the variables
as to where

Odin's vigilante
might strike.

Pringle is ostensibly
a virtual shut-in

who works from home.

Home
being the address

associated with the license
and credit card.

It's a safe house I maintain,

which is already
being surveilled

by Wilson's
associates.

My father, meanwhile, should be
meeting with one of his

fellow overlords
right now.

Personally, I'd rather risk
bouncing around in traffic

with an enormous tank
of propane.

Morland.

It's been far too long.

Oh, Mrs. Tseng.

Mm.

Thank you for seeing me
at such short notice.

You seem absolutely
in your element here.

More soothing than the
penthouse in the city, yes?

Are you reminding me that you
helped me acquire this property?

Did I? Ah.

Ah, yes, I recall

that the previous owner
needed some cajoling.

How are your children?

The Party has been generous.

They are well-placed,
and have good lives.

And your son?

The matter I'm here to
discuss pertains to him.

And I want to stress that
this request is not selfish.

I'll be visiting a number
of our friends today,

and the favor I'll be asking,
I believe, will benefit us all

in the long run.

Those of us who have enjoyed
a certain level of influence.

You believe that influence
is being threatened?

I do.

Then I am eager to help.

Are you familiar
with the name

Odin Reichenbach?

"Annie Spellman"?

Third grade teacher.

Let's lose the restraints.

These men caught you
breaking in here.

Are you cops?

I'm a detective.

These men are...

private security.

Are you gonna kill me?

No.

So this is kidnapping?

Yeah.

But don't get any ideas about

reporting your abduction
to the authorities.

How are you gonna explain
how our paths crossed?

You came in here
with a loaded weapon

expressly to murder
Stewart Pringle.

There's no point
in denying it.

I know this because
I invented Stewart Pringle.

I used his identity
to lure you here.

Well, not you personally.

But someone like you.

My interest

is in who sent you here.

How they approached you

and how they communicate
with you.

I'm not going
to tell you anything.

You misunderstand me.

While I would welcome
any information

you want to volunteer,

I don't expect any.

We're just holding you here
while my partner

searches your home.

She's very good, so...

I expect we'll find all
the answers we need on our own.

I was briefed
on the first vigilante

you guys came across--
Patrick Meers?

He was a combat
vet, right?

Had some trouble
when he came back?

Guy like that being
recruited for this work

makes more sense to
me than a teacher.

I think I might understand it.

I recognize the name
of the school;

there was a shooting there
about eight months ago.

Could be it left her open
to Odin's ideas.

This is weird.

These are from
TheSwagMachine.com.

It's an online print shop.

They make custom
t-shirts and coffee mugs.

These are all identical.

Maybe she likes
to give them out as gifts.

Maybe. Or they might be
for something else.

Did you notice
a computer anywhere?

This is the website
the pot holders came from.

You can see the date
she ordered each of them.

Now, there's another order
waiting in her cart.

Look whose name
is in the shipping info.

Stewart Pringle.

And that's the address

for your partner's safe house.

"Plans to bomb a building today.

Must be stopped ASAP."

So, when I went to
Patrick Meers' house,

I saw that Odin or his
people were communicating

with him
in a video game chat room.

On my way over here,

I was thinking that Annie
probably had a way

to exchange messages
online, too.

So when I saw the potholders
came from a website...

You thought that
might be it.

Looks like you were right.

So someone on
Odin's side

has access to this account.

They send instructions
by leaving an order in the cart.

The target
is the name and address

in the shipping info.

And I'm guessing the way
that Annie confirms

she's done the job
is by changing the shipping info

to her own and then
completing the order.

Well, if you're right,
three potholders means

she's already done three hits.

On those dates.

Also, I think I might have
found where she keeps her gun.

Unfortunately, the names

of the other people
she's killed

have already been erased.

Maybe we can figure
them out from the dates?

What do you think this stuff is?

Blue paint?

Actually...

this is gonna sound weird,
but I'm pretty sure it's blood.

And if I'm right...

I also know who
one of Annie's victims was.

You haven't
touched your dinner.

You don't think it's
poisoned, do you?

What do you want?

My partner's visit to
your home was a success.

Sort of.

We still don't know
who sent you,

but we do know the name
of one of your victims.

Talia Baccaro.

She was a scientist.

You shot her to
death outside her lab

several months ago.

Sorry.

I've never seen
that woman before.

Well, perhaps this will
refresh your memory.

The gloves you were wearing
when you pulled the trigger.

This residue, it's blood.

It's blue.

Well, it's not
human blood.

It's the blood
of a horseshoe crab.

Unlike our blood,
which is oxygenated by iron,

theirs is oxygenated by copper.

And the result is the shade
of blue that you see here.

The lab founded by Miss Baccaro

collects and
processes the stuff.

Why? Because it is
the only known source

of an extract used to test
for bacterial contamination

in the manufacture of every
injectable medicine on the planet.

That's fascinating.

You should come talk
to my class some day.

Well, actually, it's my
partner who should visit,

because she's the
one who read about

Miss Baccaro's
murder in the news

and she's the one who noted
the blood's coppery scent

and identified it.

What happened?

Was she transporting
some when you shot her

and it splashed
on you, or...?

If you don't want to
talk about her murder,

we can talk about one of
the others you committed.

We know they were
assigned to you

through a
SwagMachine account

you shared with
your handler.

We also know that your gun
is registered in your name.

When it finds its
way to the police,

how long do you think
it will be before

they connect it to the bullets
which killed Miss Baccaro?

Look...

I'll confess, you
don't strike me

as the kind of person who'd be
readily converted to murder.

I have to believe
that, at some point,

you met your recruiter
face-to-face.

And they enlisted
you with some...

personal appeal.

So, you give me
their name...

and I give you my word...

I'll help you.

Paying quid pro quo
to a certain hacker collective?

I asked for their help.
This was their price.

Apparently, a bunch of them find

the crinkling sound
invigorating.

I checked it out online.

People swear
it isn't sexual, but...

Such things can enter
a gray area.

Anyway,

I received an update
from my father.

His plan to declaw Odin
Reichenbach proceeds apace.

And Annie Spellman,
how did she react

when you told her
what we know?

Now that she's over
the initial shock of rendition,

she's displaying some
surprising backbone.

Obviously, you haven't dealt
with any third grade teachers.

Any luck at identifying
her other victims?

Well, I sent the other two dates

we got off SwagMachine
to Marcus.

Obviously, I was vague
about why we were interested.

He's pulling anything
he can find about murders

on or just before those dates.

I asked Everyone to scour
SwagMachine servers.

I thought maybe they could
recover the victims' names

from the deleted
shipping info.

Or dig up the IP address

of whoever sent Annie
those assignments.

Hence the demand for your
titillating tissue etude.

Yeah, well, they didn't
find anything.

But that wasn't my only request.

I also asked them to dig into

Talia Baccaro's online activity.

Something must have put her
on Odin's radar

as a killer in the making.

Well, that's the thing.
Nothing in her life suggests

that she was planning
to hurt anyone.

No angry rants,
no alarming purchases.

As far as everyone could tell,

Talia Baccaro should have never drawn
Odin's attention in the first place.

The man has corrupted
myriad branches

of intelligence
and law enforcement.

Perhaps she had
an in-person meeting

with one of his moles,
and something she said...

threw up a red flag.

Maybe. If you're right,
that might lead us to someone

who can connect us to him.

Put your tissues away, Watson.

It's time to leave
the digital realm

and investigate Talia Baccaro
in the real world.

You said you're already pretty
familiar with what we do here?

Yes. Wantagh Labs is
the primary supplier

of limulus amebocyte lysate,
or L.A.L.,

east of the Mississippi.

It's the protein
in the crabs' blood

that detects contamination.

Every biotech
and pharmaceutical company

in existence uses L.A.L.
to test their products.

A quart of this stuff
sells for $15,000.

I'm sure the crabs are
very happy for you.

I know it looks gruesome, but
I promise, we don't kill them.

We take a safe amount
of their blood,

and then return them
to the ocean.

When Talia founded this place,
she was adamant about

treating them as
humanely as possible.

This was Talia's desk.

Everything is pretty much
where she left it.

It's not quite a shrine,
but it's close.

We figure her family will

come get her things
when they're ready.

Talia was killed
by a mugger, right?

Sorry, it's just,

I'm not sure what
you would find here

that would point you
to the person who did it.

We have reason to believe
there's more to the story.

Seriously?

Would you help me
get onto her computer?

Yeah, sure.

So, how did Talia seem in
the days before her death?

Uh, happy, I guess.

She was a happy person.

She wasn't having
any problems with anyone?

Not that I'm aware of.

And she hadn't made any
threats against anyone?

Threats?

No. Absolutely not. Why?

According
to her calendar,

she met with a nonprofit
organization, Heal the Wild,

just a few days before she died.

The conservationist group?

What we do here,
even though it helps save lives,

it's controversial.
Horseshoe crabs are endangered,

and Heal the Wild
thinks labs like ours

are contributing to the decline
in the population.

Talia gave a tour to some
of the group members that day.

She wanted them to see that we
were doing everything the right way.

How'd it go?

Good, I think.

No one threw
blue blood on us or anything.

Still, odd to invite

their scrutiny, no?

Would I have brought them here?

No. But that
was Talia.

She wanted to open a dialogue
with them, so she did.

So are you saying
they were in regular contact?

Only for a few weeks.

If she was thinking
about making any changes

based on the talks,

she died before

she had a chance
to implement them.

I've got an appointment with
our distributor, but please,

stay as long as you need.

Thanks.

We've been trying
and failing

to come up with
a reason why Odin

would've seen Talia as a threat
to innocent lives.

What if Heal the Wild
had won her over?

If they had, and she had plans
to sabotage her own lab,

the disruption
in the supply of L.A.L.

would crippled the country's
supply of everything

from pacemakers to vaccines.

I think that

might've put her
in Odin's crosshairs, don't you?

Gene.

I heard the board's
called a meeting.

- What's going on?
- Odin...

This about China?
It's not just China.

We're getting word that
India, Indonesia, Brazil,

they're all making moves
to ban Odker's search engine

from their countries.

Okay, there must be some
misinformation out there.

A few phone calls
will sort this out.

- It won't help anyone to panic.
- It's past that.

Have you checked
the stock lately?

Word's already hit the street.
We're in free fall.

Our Asia team's been making
some back-channel inquiries.

We don't know why, but their
contacts say it's about you.

They want you out.

Is this some sort of a joke?
This is my company.

No, it's not.

Not since we went public,
it isn't.

I'm sorry,

but the board's been issued
an ultimatum:

If Odker wants
to do business

with half the world's
population,

then you have to resign.

Look, I think you have
the wrong impression

of what we do here
at Heal the Wild.

We're lobbyists,
not Eco-terrorists.

You were in ongoing
discussions with Talia Baccaro

in the weeks leading
up to her murder.

Oh, yes,
but we weren't conspiring

to disrupt the flow of L.A.L.

We were talking about
how she could shift

her business away
from harvesting crab's blood

and toward
the manufacture

of L.A.L.'s synthetic
alternative.

I didn't realize there was
an alternative to L.A.L.

Oh, yes. The synthetic's
been available for years,

but thanks to limited
availability

and antiquated FDA regulations,

the big biomedical companies
have been slow to embrace it.

So hundreds of thousands
of horseshoe crabs

are being bled
unnecessarily.

Mm-hmm, and Talia understood
the wisdom of making the change.

She recognized that
horseshoe crab populations

are in significant decline,
and if they go extinct,

then the synthetic will be
the only option anyway.

In other words,
she was receptive to your pitch.

Yeah, she was, but now that
she's gone, all we can do

is hope that her brother
is able to convince

whoever takes over her lab
to pick up where she left off.

- Her brother?
- Mm-hmm.

Collin Baccaro.

He's one of our
biggest backers.

He's the one who convinced Talia

to meet with us
in the first place.

Thank you for
your time. Watson?

I assume the name
"Collin Baccaro"

meant something to you?
- Not a thing.

Then why leave
so abruptly?

Because the name
of Mr. Baccaro's company

means something
to me.

Odin didn't have Talia
killed to save lives.

He did it for a far more
traditional reason:

to make money.

Okay,

so you and Joan wanted
everything I could find

on every unsolved murder

in the tri-state area on the
two dates you asked about?

Here you go.
April 6 and May 20.

Either of you gonna
tell me what makes

those dates
so special?

We will,
just not today.

Bell.

Yeah, he's right here.

The Odin Reichenbach?
The tech guy?

I'll tell him. Thanks.

You know Odin Reichenbach?

Mm-hmm.

He a client?

Something like that.

He's here to see you.

Mahoney said she parked him
in the conference room.

Don't suppose you'd mind
closing the door?

Don't suppose
you'd mind confessing

to the many murders
you've orchestrated?

I'll admit this is
the last place

I thought you would
pay me a visit.

Wanted you
to feel safe.

But you didn't want me to record
anything you had to say.

I don't see any blue screens
in the bullpen.

Well, that wouldn't have
looked very good, would it?

If I'd shown up,

everyone's phones and
computers stop working?

The technology's range
is controllable.

Mm. So what do you want?

Well, I'm sure
you've heard about it,

but I'm having a bad week.

My board wants me gone.

I know your father's

the one behind it.

I've known the name Morland
Holmes for a good while now.

Well, name me an evil
billionaire that doesn't.

Hmm. I didn't think
he'd help you.

I was led to believe your
relationship was quite frosty.

Do we exchange
Christmas cards? No.

But we both share a distaste
for mass murderers.

A while ago, you cautioned me

to take a step back before I did

"the irrevocable." Now I'm
asking you to do the same.

Removing me from Odker
would cripple my ability

to save innocent lives.
I'm begging you,

don't do that.

That's rich. You talking
about innocent lives.

What about the ones
you've taken?

What about

Talia Baccaro?

She wasn't a killer.

She wasn't gonna hurt anyone,

but you had her executed.

Why? So you could buy

a video analysis company
called FrameSift.

Watson and I first became aware
of FrameSift several months ago.

You had just revealed
yourself to us

and we were learning
everything we could

about you and your companies.

FrameSift didn't
mean anything

at the time, it was just another
of your recent acquisitions.

Then we started looking into
Talia's murder, and we saw that

FrameSift was founded by
her brother, Collin Baccaro.

Then we looked a little
further, and we saw

that Collin didn't want
to sell FrameSift to you.

He'd already rejected
several of your offers.

Then Talia was killed.

Collin takes a leave of absence
to grieve, and while he's gone,

his board approved
a merger with Odker.

Now I would ask you why
you didn't just kill him,

but the answer is obvious.

He was an asset.

The company was worth more
with him than without.

But his sister,
on the other hand...

Is that why you think I acquired
FrameSift? To make money?

What happened to Talia Baccaro
wasn't about profit.

It was about saving more lives.

FrameSift's algorithms
allow us

to go through
online video footage

and identify who's in it,
where they are,

and what they're doing.

And more than that,

they read verbal intonations
and facial expressions.

And you think they can tell

when people have murder
on their minds?

By themselves? No.

But with our data?

FrameSift's technology
has already

helped me save dozens of people.

In a few years, that number
could be in the hundreds,

maybe even
the thousands.

Now tell me, what is one life
compared to...

all that?

One innocent life, you mean.

I think you should go now.

No English guy this time?

You two figured

I'd open up to another woman?

I don't know about that,

but we were hoping
you'd respond to the truth.

And what is that, exactly?

That your handlers lied to you,
told you whatever it took

to make you believe that
you were doing the right thing.

You must think
I'm very gullible.

Actually, the opposite.

I think it
must've been

really hard to convince you
to commit murder.

That's why my partner
and I are so sure

that you met someone
face-to-face, and when you did,

they explained how
they knew so much

about the people
they wanted you to kill.

They must've shown you
that they had access

to private online data,
people's texts and e-mails.

They convinced you that
everything they said was real.

I'm guessing they didn't
tell you the person

behind it all was
Odin Reichenbach, CEO of Odker.

You know the name?

I've seen him in the news.

It fits, right?
Hearing that it's him

answers a lot of questions

you were already
asking yourself.

What if it does?
What do you think

telling me his name
is going to accomplish, huh?

You gonna give me some
speech about Big Brother,

or due process,
or invading people's privacy?

Because if I
did everything

you think I did,
isn't it pretty obvious

that I already signed up
for all of that?

Yes, you did.

But you didn't sign on for this.

This is Talia Baccaro's brother,
Collin Baccaro.

Collin had a company
that Odker wanted to buy,

but Collin didn't want to sell.

Then Talia was murdered,

and it let Odin buy the company
out from under him.

This is every e-mail and text
that Talia sent for a month

before she died;
none of it shows

that she was a threat to anyone.

So whatever Odin's people
told you, it was a lie.

Odin wanted
Talia dead

because it fit his corporate
strategy, and for that,

you killed an innocent woman.

No.

No, you're lying.

Look for yourself,
and then we'll talk.

You're late.
I was getting worried.

Odin Reichenbach came to see me
at the precinct.

Oh?

Everything you've done,
it's working.

By my understanding,
he should be ousted

no later than
the end of business tomorrow.

He'll still be dangerous,
of course,

but, uh, he should be
much more vulnerable

to your investigation.

In the meantime, everyone
that you say he has threatened--

your friends
and their loved ones--

they're being watched by my men.

Here, and in England.
If any of his people

dare to go after them, they're
in for a very rude surprise.

Well, I hope you don't mind,

I-I thought the room
needed some warming up.

Thank you.

Not for the fire, for the help.

It can't have been cheap,

enlisting the help of
your fellow influence peddlers.

We prefer

"puppet masters
of the highest order."

Hmm.

But you're right.

I've already been summoned
to afternoon tea

by an associate

to discuss
the terms of repayment.

Whatever the price,
it will have been worth it.

You know, when I wrote you
and you didn't respond,

I wasn't sure you'd come.

Don't I always?

Watson.

I almost quit teaching.

I didn't think I could ever walk
into my classroom again.

I barely wanted
to leave the house.

It took a month
after the shooting

to reopen the school.

They had an open house
the Sunday before,

I... couldn't go.

But then a friend called
and said that

every single kid showed up.

They all wanted to be there.
Not one parent said no, a...

and so I thought...

if all the kids

were brave enough to go back,

who was I to back down?

So, Monday morning, I went back.

But I swore I would never
be powerless again.

So you bought a gun.

I bought a gun,
and I took lessons.

Not like I brought
it to the school,

it just made me feel better.

Anyway,

I started running into
this woman at the range.

Kate. We would chat.

She told me that
she'd heard about

what I had been through.

She was grooming you.

After a while, she said
she belonged to this group.

People who found a
way to change things.

And she asked me,
what if picking myself up

after what happened wasn't
the only thing I could do?

What if I could help

prevent the
next tragedy?

And you said
you were interested.

Odin's people would have
thoroughly vetted you online.

By the time
they propositioned you,

they would have known
how you would answer.

Kate showed me all the
information they had access to,

how they could predict
if someone

was going to do
something terrible.

We settled on a
way that we would

communicate online
and I started getting missions.

And I just did
whatever they said.

Did you ever get
Kate's second name...

...or find out
where she lived?

Did you ever see any proof
that her name really was Kate?

The gun range would've
checked the woman's ID.

If she bought ammo,
they would have kept

her information
in a log.

We can also check
their surveillance video.

Odin may have

already gotten to it,
but maybe not.

We're going to need
you to tell the police

everything you've told us.

But before you do,

my partner found three
potholders at your home.

Talia Baccaro
accounts for one,

so we'd like to hear
about the other two murders

you were assigned.

I was surprised

to be invited back so soon.

Perhaps I wanted
to see you again

while I knew you were
still in New York.

Ah.

Well, I'm flattered.

But I'm humble enough to know
that it's more than that.

A matter of some urgency
has come up, I take it?

Dissidents have
been disrupting business

in the port of Guangzhou,
and, uh, their activity has seen

an uptick in recent days,
which threatens

to embarrass your government.

If that's
the urgent matter

on your mind,
then you're in luck.

Well, I believe

that I can negotiate
a coming to the table

between your government

and the dissident party's
leaders.

That won't be necessary.

The leaders of that group
were arrested several hours ago.

Oh.

Really?

It was
my understanding

that your government
couldn't locate them.

You warned me the other day
that the world is changing.

I fear it has
already changed.

And we have no choice
but to change with it.

Mm.

Odin Reichenbach

led you to the dissidents.

He got to you.

Not to me directly,
but to the people I serve.

He frightens
them, Morland.

He controls the information
people see.

He can turn a nation
against its leaders,

sway an election,

incite a revolution;
or, if he wishes,

he can help those leaders
maintain order.

That kind of power

makes you and me obsolete.

What...

What will happen to my son?

I'm sorry, old friend.

Hey. What's up?

Uh, i-is Marcus around?

I was hoping to find
the two of you together.

No, he's out in the field.

I guess you're stuck with me.

Everything all right?

Well, the short answer is no,

and the long answer
is a good deal longer.

Watson and I know who ordered
Patrick Meers to shoot you.

We've known for quite some time.

So Odin Reichenbach
takes all this data,

and he uses it
to single out people

he thinks are about
to commit violent acts

and then he has them killed.

Using the same vast
access to information,

he identifies individuals
that he thinks

he might be able to
turn to his cause

and then, using operatives
to insulate himself,

he recruits them to
work as vigilantes.

Like Patrick Meers.

Correct.

I thought you'd be angry.

Of course I'm angry.

With me, for keeping
this from you.

Am I happy about that?

No.

But the truth is,
this all started with me.

I'm the one who didn't
see Patrick Meers coming,

I'm the one who got shot.

You and Joan
were gone.

Moved on.
You came back from London

and put yourself
in the middle of all this

because of me.
What's the next move?

Bring in the witness
you were talking about?

Annie Spellman,
one of Odin's volunteer killers.

She's eager to cooperate.

If Reichenbach got his hooks
into as many people as you said,

we're gonna have to be
very careful about

who we bring this to, even after
he resigns from his company.

Anyone he compromised will
have motive to tank the case.

You have anyone in mind?

There's an A.D.A. I like.

A judge.

I'll make a careful approach,
feel them out.

Keep all communications
in-person.

No phones,

no e-mails.

I'll let you know
when I have it all lined up.

I spoke to the captain.
He's reaching out to...

Marcus.

Something's happened.

I, uh,

I just got a call from a buddy

in Queens North Homicide.

He had responded

to a body that was found
out in Willets Point.

ID was on him.

I'm so sorry, Sherlock.

My father is dead?

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