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WATSON:
Previously on Elementary...

What do you call it?

Post-concussion syndrome. I was
diagnosed just over a month ago.

Well, I didn't tell
you because I didn't

want to concern you.
- Bull.

You weren't
concerned about me

or my feelings. You were
concerned about yourself.

I have this friend in the
program. It's like there's...

nothing I can do
to get his attention.

I need to get louder.

I'm going to make sure
my friend hears me.

♪ ♪

Hey, Hannah.

What are you doing here?

I'm about to...
about to go off duty.

Wanted to see you.

Oh, well, I'm just
wrapping up here.

Paige and I are gonna grab
some dinner in Little Italy.

Want to join?

Yeah. I'd love to.

Um, I just want
to talk to you first.

Everything okay?

I only need a few minutes.

Can we talk in your office?

Yeah, sure.

(banging)

57 truck to Command.

Ladder team has the fire
knocked down.

57 is conducting
a primary search.

- COMMAND: Copy that.
- Fire Department.

Anybody in here?

We got one! We got one!

10-45 code 2.

We have an unconscious male.

We need EMS standing by.

- COMMAND: EMS is on the way.
- Cancel the medics.

We're gonna need
the police.

This guy's been murdered.

BELL: Best we can tell,
that's Ando Azuma.

35, Japanese national.

Immigrated to New York
four years ago.

Says on his lease he's
a "freelance I.T. consultant."

Looks like whoever
killed him

hit him from behind
with a blunt object,

tied his wrists
with zip ties,

then went to work
with that knife.

When they were done,
they slashed his throat.

The knife is from
Ando's kitchen.

He was probably hit with
that bronze Buddha.

What about the zip ties?

Right, well, those I'm guessing
the killer brought,

but it's hard to know for sure.

The fire really tore
through this place,

which was probably
the point.

Killer didn't want to
leave any evidence behind.

Still, I think I know

what this was about.

Look at his left hand.

He's missing the mid and distal
bones of his pinky finger.

BELL:
At first, I thought the killer

did it before
he set the fire,

but there's no exposed bone.

So it healed a
long time ago.

So, Japanese man
plus severed pinky plus...

...full body tattoos
usually equals yakuza.

To be fair, Ando's pinky
does seem to indicate

that he participated
in yubitsume,

the ritual
by which yakuza

repay their sins
against their clan

by slicing off a finger joint,

but this keyboard
adds an important detail.

There is a lack of grime
on the far left-hand keys.

If you couple that with
the oil-free grooming products

and the silicone repair putty
I found in Ando's bedroom,

it becomes clear
that our victim

wore a prosthetic finger.

And that changes things how?

Active yakuza proudly display
their stumps as a sign of honor.

Ex-members, they do their best
to conceal their criminal pasts.

I think he was a retired yakuza.

Retired or not, this would be
a good way to start a gang war.

Perhaps, but I don't believe
that Ando's death

was the sole objective
of our killer.

Whoever killed him

also took something.

His artificial digit.

Silicone burns much less
readily than human flesh.

If he were wearing it,
there would be some evidence

of it near the body,
but there isn't,

nor is there any evidence of it

in any of the undamaged areas
of the apartment.

You saying you think all this

was about stealing
a fake pinky?

Normally,
I'd say the game's afoot,

but in this case,
I think it's a finger.

♪ Elementary 6x06 ♪
Give Me the Finger
Original Air Date on June 4, 201

== sync, corrected by elderman ==
@elder_man

Hi.
I'm looking for Mr. Watanabe.

(speaking Japanese)

(speaking Japanese)

My apologies, Ms. Ito.

I lied on our phone call.

I'm not, in fact,
a former yakuza

in need of a prosthetic finger.

My real name is Sherlock Holmes,

and this is Detective Bell
of the NYPD.

We'd like to ask you
some questions.

I'm a single mother.

I have two kids
in private school,

so a few years ago,
when this older Japanese man

offered me a lot of money
to make him a prosthetic...

HOLMES: You took his money, and you
suddenly found yourself

in business with the yakuza.

Ex-yakuza.

How did you find me?

In Japan, there are any number
of off-the-books clinics

which, uh, help former gangsters

to disguise
their tell-tale stumps,

and we suspected
that former yakuza in New York

would use a similar service.

BELL: And you're the only
Japanese-speaking

prosthetics technician
in the city.

You said you had some questions
about Ando Azuma.

Did he do something wrong?

He was murdered.

We wanted to talk to
you because we have

reason to believe the
person who killed him

also stole his
prosthetic finger.

Could be it was a trophy.

Could be something more.

HOLMES: That's why
you're here, Ms. Ito.

So, was there
something about it?

Something worth killing over?

Maybe.

That thing that looks
like a finger bone--

that's a flash drive.

Ando had me embed it
in his prosthetic.

Wait.

His pinky is a thumb drive?

Any idea what he was
planning to use it for?

He said he worked in I.T.
He thought it would be funny.

You didn't think maybe he wanted
it for some criminal purpose?

Ando wasn't
like the others, okay?

He told me he
was forced to be

in the yakuza when he
was just a teenager.

He was a computer wiz, and they
needed someone with his skills.

After they made him move here,
he decided to get out,

so he cut off his pinky,
he paid off his boss...

Took to wearing
an undetectable hard drive

on the end of his finger.

There's a chance whatever Ando

was doing post-retirement
got him killed,

so if there's anything you can
tell us that might help...

He paid me from an account
on the dark Web.

I'll give you
the account info.

If you can get into it,
maybe you can get a sense

of how he was really
making his money.

You wanted to see me?
GREGSON: Oh, yeah.

Come in.
Ha-Have a seat.

If this is important, I-I can
get Sherlock on the phone.

No, no, it's-it's not
a work thing.

It's, uh... personal.

Hannah came to see me
last night.

She told me she's an alcoholic.

I'm so sorry.

Are you okay?

I guess she's on
whatever step it is

where you tell your dad.

She said it's been going on
for years.

At home, on the job.

Listen, I know this could not
have been easy to hear,

but Hannah telling
you is a good thing.

It means that she knows
that she needs help

and that she wants your support.

Those are important steps
towards recovery.

If you had asked me about her
24 hours ago,

I would have said
she's doing good.

I missed all the signs.

That's why I wanted
to talk to you.

You were
a sober companion.

(sighs)

I want to do the right thing
by Hannah.

Tell me what I need to do.

(typing)

(door opens)

Oh, hey, Mason.

Who runs a symmetric AES at 1024 bit?
(Holmes shouting in Japanese)

Overkill, anyone?

Well, it's nice
to see you, too.

So, Sherlock texted me.

He said that, uh,
he's got you working

on Ando Azuma's
dark Web account, right?

By "looking into,"
you mean warring

with the most depraved
encryption coding, like, ever?

(Holmes continues shouting)
While he's been doing that for hours?

Mason is indulging
in his generation's

regrettable tendency
towards hyperbole.

The call was only
15 minutes long.

It merely felt eternal.

So, the Tokyo Police
got back to you?

Inspector Natsuo
was enormously helpful.

We just had a bad connection.

He consulted an
informant and confirmed

that after ten years
of faithful service

Ando Azuma retired
from the yakuza.

He sliced off
his pinky,

paid his exit fee
and swore to never again

engage in criminal activity.

Now, yakuzas who retire
with honor,

as Ando did,
are generally left in peace,

so the inspector was surprised
to hear that he'd been murdered.

Why? He could have been killed
by a rival gang member.

You don't spend ten years
in organized crime

without making some enemies.

Well, the inspector
had a theory of his own.

Turns out Ando was not
your typical yakuza thug.

He was what was known
as sokaiya,

a specialist in industrial
espionage and blackmail.

So, that hidden flash drive

that you and Marcus
found out about--

he could have had
blackmail material on it.

Mm-hmm.

Would've been
a good place to keep

sensitive material close, no?

Sadly, we may
never know

what he was up to, because Mason
has so far failed spectacularly

at cracking Ando's
dark Web account.

I'm starting to wonder
if I should turn

to a computer expert
with more experience.

A member of Everyone, perhaps.

Oh, I'm a hundred times better

than those hacktivist dude-bros,
and you know it.

If you want results, how
about you leave me alone

and let me work?

Do you think you were
a little hard on Mason?

A young man works best when
he has something to prove.

He needs to feel embattled.
Speaking of embattled,

how went your summons to
the captain's chambers?

I assume he wanted an
update on my condition.

Of course he did, because it's
all about you all the time.

He did say he'd be
keeping tabs on me.

(sighs)
Actually, you didn't come up.

Then what did he want?

He's dealing with an issue,
and he wanted my advice.

Why your advice?
MASON: Ha! Deal with it!

You really think
some Everyone drone

could've cracked
this kind of ice?

They'd be crying in
their basements.

But no, I destroyed
it like a boss.

WATSON: This account only has
about 30 grand in it.

Oh, no, I know,
right? I mean...

I figured, with this
kind of security,

Ando would've had like
millions of dollars in there.

Instead, it was more
like millions of yen,

but this wasn't
a total bust.

Check this out.

HOLMES:
Regular deposits.

$3,000 a month, all from
yet another dark Web account.

Yeah. You said he was some
kind of blackmailer, right?

I'm betting those are
blackmail payments.

Did you back-trace them?

The money came from
someone named Go Shinura.

I figure he's
another yakuza.

Okay, just because
the victim is Japanese,

it does not necessarily
make him a yakuza.

Watson is correct.
We must not jump to conclusions.

That being said,
Inspector Natsuo e-mailed me

a list of Ando's former
yakuza associates,

with an emphasis on those
currently living in New York,

and guess who's on it?

(men panting)
(man shouts in Japanese)

(grunting)

(speaking Japanese)

There's something
you wouldn't see in Japan.

Back home, a known yakuza
wouldn't be allowed

anywhere near the sport
of sumo wrestling

for fear you'd fix the matches.

Isn't that right, Mr. Shinura?

We're not in Japan.

We're with the NYPD.
We're here about a murder.

I'm pretty sure that's
against the rules everywhere.

You think Ando
was blackmailing me?

We do. We also think you
got sick of paying him

so you tortured him
until he told you

where he kept his
blackmail material,

and then you
killed him.

(chuckles)

That money I was
sending him every month--

it was to pay off
a gambling debt.

A hundred grand
on the NBA Finals.

Ando won.

Gambling debt is still
motive for murder.

But not for torture
or stealing that...

What did you call it?
"Pinky drive"?

I didn't even know he had that.

Ando was killed between 11:00
and midnight last night.

Can you account for
your whereabouts?

I could, but I won't,

because I don't want
to lose any of my fingers.

Are you saying you were
conducting yakuza business

at the time of his murder?

You realize you
basically admitted

to a motive but no alibi.

I'll admit more than that.

I wanted Ando dead.

He held
that debt over me,

charged me interest,
like a civilian,

but I couldn't
kill him.

Not yet.

"Not yet"?

He was protected,

because he retired
from the yakuza with honor,

but if he violated that honor...

It would be open season on him.

The yakuza frown
on their retired members

resuming
their criminal ways.

Given Ando's carefully concealed
hard drive...

Stands to reason
he was up to something sketchy.

GO: I'd been
following him.

A few nights ago, I saw him

break into
an industrial compound.

I think he robbed the place.

I took pictures,
sent them to Japan.

And?

These things take time.

HOLMES: So, your point
is you're innocent

of Ando Azuma's murder
because you were still

waiting for permission
to kill him?

My point is that if you
are looking for Ando's killer,

you might want to start
with the people he robbed.

This place
looks deserted.

Well, let's hope not.

That was Inspector Natsuo.

His informants
confirmed Go's story.

No one was given permission
to execute Ando,

so unless Go is suicidal...

He's innocent.

Making this our only lead.

Marcus was not
able to identify

the person who owns this place,

so maybe we
should come back in the morning,

wait for someone who
actually works here?

Why would we do that
when we've got

the whole place
to ourselves now?

♪ ♪

Freeze!

U.S. Air Force.
On your knees.

Hands behind heads.

Yeah, you were
right, Watson.

We should have waited
till morning.

Red-eyes.

Figured you'd need them,
given how tired I am.

We heard you went to bat
for us last night. Thanks.

Oh, it's not over.

I got two people
from the Air Force

waiting for you
in the conference room.

Seems like they still
have questions

about why you broke
into a U.S. military facility

in the middle of the night.

To be fair, it was an
unmarked military facility.

If there'd been
proper signage,

it would have obviated
the need for a break-in.

Don't tell me. Tell them.

'Cause I get the feeling,

if they don't like
your answers,

you're getting back in the van.

Major Beckam here did background
checks on both of you.

Dr. Watson,

you came back clear.

Mr. Holmes,
on the other hand,

turns out to be a
known foreign agent.

As I said last night,
I've consulted

for a variety of
America's allies.

I'm certainly no enemy
of the United States.

I was told there were questions

regarding
the Ando Azuma homicide,

so why don't we get to it?

That's a capital idea.

Are either of you or
your subordinates

responsible for
Mr. Azuma's murder?

Excuse me? Why would we
have killed Mr. Azuma?

Perhaps to protect
America's nuclear arsenal?

Major Beckam, you are
Air Force Security.

Colonel Deakins has an ICBM
badge on her uniform,

so it's obvious
what her specialization is.

The facility
that my partner and I

attempted to
infiltrate is part of

the nuclear missile
control system, is it not?

Given its lack of radar
and satellite relays,

it can't be a launch site
or an early warning station,

so it must be
a command and control hub?

We know that Ando broke
into the base.

If he uncovered something
that endangered

national security...

You still in touch with
that reporter at The Times?

BECKAM: We didn't kill
Ando Azuma.

In fact, he was working
for us when he died.

That "break-in" you mentioned--
we paid him to do that.

The U.S. Air Force
wanted a yakuza

to breach one of their bases?

A former yakuza
who'd become one of the top

security consultants
in the country.

What he did was part
of an assessment.

He was thoroughly vetted.

And we can't get
into the details,

but suffice it to say
we're in the process

of testing a sensitive...
upgrade

to some of
our technology.

Likely an upgrade to the current

nuclear missile command
and control network.

It's been reported in
the news that an upgrade

to the network is in the works,

and that's a wise move,
given that the computers

currently running the system
are dinosaurs

from the 1970s that still
use eight-inch floppy disks.

What we need to know now is--
how compromised are we?

It's our understanding
that Ando was tortured.

Did he give anything up?

We're not sure.

But did you know
about his pinky?

What about his pinky?

DEAKINS: We had no idea
he was wearing this.

He had access
to everything--

every computer,
every file...

If we were-- hypothetically--
testing an upgrade

to our missile
control network,

our entire new operating system

could be on that flash drive,

and now it's missing.

I got one question.

No hypotheticals.

How bad is this?

The nukes you control--
are they safe?

A hundred percent.

The system we were testing
isn't linked

to any other bases yet.

But we'll have to put a hold
on our project,

at least until we know
exactly what's on that drive

and where it landed.

What if the data
is in enemy hands?

Then the whole system would need
to be redesigned from scratch.

We'd lose years,

not to mention billions
of dollars.

(door opens)

Any news?

Yes, by which I mean "no."

According to our favorite
Man in Black,

Agent McNally of the NSA,
there's been no chatter

about Ando Azuma's pinky
or its contents

on the world's inter-,
intra- or dark nets.

Could be whoever has it is
sitting on it for some reason.

Or our killer
and his prospective buyers

are being extremely discreet.

There is one other possibility
I think we should look at.

So, while you were out,
the fire marshal

issued her preliminary report
on the fire at Ando's.

Now, she does not think
that the killer

set the fire
to cover his tracks,

but rather it was an accident.

"The fire was the result of
an unattended pan on the stove."

She theorizes
that Ando Azuma was cooking

when he let the killer
into his house.

With no one
to turn down the heat,

the oil in the pan
caught fire.

Now, if she's right,
it would mean

that the killer
left Ando there to be found,

which would have made it easier
for someone to realize

that his prosthetic was missing,
which would've then

made it easier to figure out
what it really was.

His Air Force employers would've

shut down their upgrade
that much sooner,

meaning whoever
possessed the pinky

would no longer be able
to hack America's

nuclear missile system
with impunity.

Which got me thinking--
what if

hacking the system
wasn't the point?

What if all the killer wanted
was to shut it down?

So, according
to some experts,

the '70s-era system that
the military currently uses--

it's called "legacy tech"--

is safer than
any modern replacement

because it's basically
immune to hacking,

so there are plenty of people

who oppose the upgrade
on principle.

The "if it ain't broke,
don't fix it" crowd.

One of the upgrade
opponents stood out.

A blogger who calls himself
Tree-Of-Liberty.

HOLMES: He calls the upgrade
"murderously incompetent."

The more you read,
the more he sounds

like someone
who might kill

to protect our nuclear security.

If he killed Ando Azuma,
he would first

have to have known
that Azuma existed,

and that would suggest he was
involved in the upgrade somehow.

I thought the same thing,
so I looked for insiders

who argued against the upgrade,
and I found this.

It's an op-ed from
the Air Force Ledger

by a General Alvero.

So that highlighted
phrase--

"an existential threat
to America's future"--

also appears in two
of Tree-Of-Liberty's posts.

I found other repetitions, too.

You think Alvero
and Tree-Of-Liberty

are one and the same?

I think, when his op-ed
didn't change anyone's mind,

he created Tree-Of-Liberty
to get more aggressive.

And when that didn't work,

he killed Azuma
to derail the upgrade.

Like you said, it only works as
a theory if he knew about Ando.

I asked the captain to
reach out to the Air Force,

see if Alvero
had any connection

to the base or
the upgrade.

With any luck, we'll
hear back soon.

You know,
you still didn't tell me

what he wanted yesterday,
the captain.

It was private.
Well, you can see

how that doesn't alleviate
my concerns

that he was checking up on me.

Look, I'll just go
and ask him myself.

He wanted to talk about Hannah.

His daughter?

A couple of nights ago,

she told him
that she is an alcoholic.

She's going
to meetings,

and she even has her
30-day chip, but...

the captain felt blindsided,
and he blames himself,

so he wanted to talk
about what he should do next.

Huh.

(cell phone chimes)

He heard back from

the lieutenant colonel
we talked to-- Deakins.

So, not only is General Alvero
stationed at her base;

he's her boss.

GREGSON: Our Computer Crime Squad
thinks it's gonna be

pretty easy to trace
Tree-Of-Liberty's blog

to your home computer, General.

HOLMES: So, unless you want
us to think that it's

your wife or teenage daughter
who holds the view

that "the Joint Chiefs

can drown in their own
cuck blood..."

I have photos in my phone.

They'll prove
I didn't kill Azuma.

Now...

if I show them to you,
you have to promise

you won't share them
with my colleagues.

I can't make any promises,
General,

but if they prove
you're innocent,

I'm pretty sure
we're done with you.

These photos...

(sighs)

They're of a sensitive nature.

I'd ask Ms. Watson to...

step outside.

"Ms." Watson is a doctor.

There's little she hasn't seen.

I was wrong, Watson.
You likely haven't seen this.

That's what you were doing
the night Azuma was killed?

It relieves stress.

And the woman in
these photos--

she can confirm when
these were taken?

I don't know her real name.

She calls herself Nurse Jessy.

Um, but if you...

hand me the phone,
I can dig up her e-mail.

Listen, you should
take a hard look

at a man named Eddy Dunbridge.

He's got a company
out on the island--

ReIssue Computing.

ReIssue supplies us
with the legacy tech

we use to run
our missile network.

Eddy buys and refurbishes
old computer equipment,

deletes the data,
resells it to us.

Why would a used
computer salesman

want to kill an ex-yakuza?

Once the upgrade
goes through,

the Air Force is going
to destroy all its legacy tech.

(chuckles) Eddy's sitting
on a lot of inventory.

Yeah, old computers,
storage media.

He'll go out of business.

GREGSON: The longer
the upgrade's delayed,

the more of his stock
he can sell to the military?

Mm-hmm.

And how would he have known
about Ando?

Part of how Eddy keeps
his Air Force contract is...

customer relations.

He wines and dines
the big decision makers.

He takes us to dinners,
Yankee games.

At our last dinner,
I may have complained

that our new system
was being tested

by a former yakuza.

I didn't name Ando,

but Eddy is resourceful.

What if he put it together?

(door opens)

(footsteps approaching;
door closes)

Hey, Hannah.

Tell me you remembered
the ginger ale.

I got you covered,
but there's a guy outside,

says he's looking
for the owner

of a parked car
that he just hit.

Don't freak out,
but it's yours.

Hey. You Hannah?

Afraid so.

Yeah, I was just
telling your roommate

I backed into your car. Sorry.

When I was a kid, we used to
call that "parking by feel."

Yeah, uh, I'm an idiot.

I just got this new car
and tried to save money

not getting parking sensors.

There's really not
that much damage.

Well, then it won't
cost much to fix.

Honestly, it's...
Please, I insist.

We'll exchange information.

Send me the bill,
and I'll take care of it.

Think I have a notepad
in here somewhere.

Pretty sure most people
would've just driven away.

Well, I guess
I'm not most people.

BELL:
There you are.

Thought maybe I'd driven
to the wrong place.

How did it go
with Nurse Jessy?

(chuckles)

Interesting woman.

She confirmed
General Alvero's story,

then gave me a tour
of her "establishment."

And?

Let's just say there's
a few things I'd like to unsee.

Wh-What-What are we
doing out here?

I thought we were
gonna meet at the home

of that guy
the general mentioned.

Uh, Eddy Dunbridge?

We were, but when we
got to Eddy's home,

the door was ajar,
and he was gone.

Looked like he left in a hurry.
We found his cell phone

on the kitchen counter
with the battery removed,

along with his ATM
and credit cards.

Think he's on the run?

Watson's at the house now

with a few detectives
in case he comes back,

but I noticed the empty box
to a new pair of boat shoes

in the mess he made
when he was packing.

That and some framed photographs
of him on a fishing boat

made us think he might
have sailed away,

but when I looked
into his boat,

it wasn't at sea;
it was here.

Now, the boat's not
going anywhere,

but that doesn't mean
he's not on it.

So, Eddy's boat
was assigned...

spot 63.

Should be one of these.

(gunfire)

Police!

Drop your weapon
and show yourself!

MAN:
You gotta help me! I'm stuck!

What do you mean, "stuck"?

I wasn't firing at you.

I had to shoot the glass out
so you could hear me.

My name's Eddy Dunbridge.

I've been here
for days--

ever since they
tried to kill me.

Who tried to kill you?

I don't know.

They hit me on the head,
then zip-tied me.

Just like Ando Azuma.

I ran here to hide,

but I sort of broke
the door handle

when I tried
to barricade the hatch.

Listen, Eddy, I'm gonna
call ESU to get you out,

but you gotta show
me your hands.

Look at his wrists.

He was telling the truth
about being zip-tied.

Not only is he
not our killer...

He was almost
another victim.

(knock at door)
Come in.

Eddy Dunbridge
should be here soon.

E.R. patched him up,
rehydrated him.

He suffered a concussion
but should recover.

Common theme these days.
(chuckles)

Surveillance from the boatyard
shows him arriving

five days ago,
and he never left.

How sure are we that
what happened to him

is connected to what
happened to Ando Azuma?

Both men were attacked
in a similar fashion--

a blow to the back of the head,

followed by a binding
of the wrists,

and it appears
that the same brand

of zip tie was used
on both occasions.

Anything else?

You were wondering
if you missed something.

With Hannah.

I know about
her recent disclosure.

You might be concerned
that her addiction

was triggered
by some genetic issue

or failure in parenting,
and-and that's quite normal.

Although, to be fair,
I usually hear these stories

from the side of the addicts,
not their families.

What makes you think I want
to talk about this with you?

Nothing. I know you don't,
but this is not about me or you.

It's about Hannah
and her sobriety.

Worrying about the origin of
her issues is counterproductive.

In doing so, you risk making
her substance abuse about you,

when, in fact, your energy
and hers are best spent

focusing on her recovery.

You think I don't know that?

I think that you're in pain,
and...

despite our recent troubles,
that bothers me.

Look, my father
was an abject failure

as both a parent
and a human being,

but when it came
to my own struggles,

he did one thing right.

He kept my recovery about me.

You're ten times
the man that he is,

so if he can do right by me,

I'm confident that you
can do right by Hannah--

but only once
you move past blame.

Let me know how things go
with Dunbridge.

(door closes)

They hit me from behind.
I'm an insomniac,

so I got to work
around 4:00 a.m.,

but when I got to my office,
someone was waiting for me.

They bashed me in the head,

and I woke up zip-tied
in a closet.

Big mistake.

I watch all those
survival shows on TV,

so I know how
to break out of zip ties.

I snapped 'em in half,
then escaped out a window

before they could come back
and finish me off.

HOLMES: At this point, Mr. Dunbridge,
only one thing is certain.

No one wanted you dead.

The person who attacked you
killed a former yakuza.

If your assailant
had wanted you dead,

they would have slit your throat

as they did
with their other victim.

BELL: Yeah, it sounds more like
you interrupted a burglary

and the perp thumped you
to get you out of the way.

Well, if that's correct,
the question becomes--

what did the intruder want?

And did they kill
Ando Azuma

two nights later
because they didn't find it...

or because they did?

(sighs)

HOLMES: Now, the last time
you were in this position,

do you remember
seeing anything?

No.

I mean, I was seeing stars.

My head hurt.

Wait. I remember
hearing something

before I got put in the closet.

The copier was running.

This is set to make
eight-and-a-half-by-14 copies.

Last ones I made
were regular sized,

and no one was in here
while I was gone.

I don't have
any permanent staff.

Must have copied something
from your records.

These are eight and a half
by 14.

"Acquisitions
and Sales."

The dust has been
disturbed on this one.

Those are records for a batch
of eight-inch floppy disks

I bought at auction.

July 2015, thousand-count.

Resold them to missile bases
all over the country.

It's our understanding
you delete your disks

before you send them
to your customers.

Could there be valuable
data on them nonetheless?

Oh, with legacy tech,
anything you delete

can theoretically be undeleted,

but as for what's on them,
I don't check.

Considering someone
went to all this trouble,

good chance they think
there's something valuable

on one of those disks.

If that's true,
finding our killer

would mean doing what
they're likely doing--

tracking down every
last one of these disks

and identifying the one or
ones worth killing over,

and that's no mean feat,
considering they've been

shipped all over
the country.

EDDY:
They haven't.

I mean, not all of them, anyway.

My sales ledgers
record sales,

not deliveries.

Disks aren't
actually shipped

until they're needed.

Yeah, I've still got
a few boxes on hand.

Want to see 'em?

(rapid typing)

And boom.

Easy-peasy.

A lot of these disks
weren't even properly deleted.

I'm printing out hard copies
of the first batch of data.

Most of these disks are from
some stationery company.

We got orders, cost projections,
inventory sheets,

paper milling instructions.

What's the name of the company?

Uh...

Crake & Rail.

They're still around.

Oh, I see you bought
a new fridge

while I was out.

It's legacy tech--

on loan from
Mr. Eddy Dunbridge.

How was your meeting
with the fire marshal?

She says that her final report
on the fire at Ando's

won't come out for a few hours,

but she is officially ruling it
an accident.

Based on
the burn patterns

around the stove and the
charred materials in the pan,

Ando had just started frying up
some hot peppers and garlic

when the killer interrupted.

Hot peppers and garlic?

Yeah. Why?

Well, the smell would have
filled the apartment.

- So?
- So you can go home.

But I still have all those
disks to go through.

That won't be necessary.

Not only do I now have
a very good idea

why Ando Azuma was murdered,
but I think the fire marshal

has just given us a way
to root out the killer.

This is the reason
Ando Azuma was murdered.

Or at least half of it.

This disk came from

Eddy Dunbridge's
warehouse,

but it originated at a
company called Crake & Rail,

a stationery company who make,
amongst other products,

the paper upon which all
American currency is printed.

WATSON: Naturally, the recipe
is a closely guarded secret,

and even though
the Treasury Department

has added raised ink,
holograms

and other security features
to our money,

the recipe
has not changed in decades.

HOLMES: Technically,
it's not even paper.

It's a textile.

It's a blend of cotton,
linen and other fibers.

It's what gives American money
its look, weight, feel.

These old disks don't
store much data,

so Crake & Rail had to split
the recipe onto two disks:

that one, Disk B, and
its companion, called--

big surprise-- Disk A.

If a counterfeiter got his
hands on both of them,

he could literally
print money.

GREGSON: I spoke with
Crake & Rail's CEO this morning.

He confirmed the authenticity
of the recipe.

He also said
that the disks

were probably
accidentally recycled

when the company upgraded
their computers in the '90s.

WATSON: Eventually,
the disks made their way

to Eddy Dunbridge, who had
no idea what they contained,

so he deleted them,
and then he added them

to his inventory
of legacy tech.

HOLMES:
Sometime later, Disk A

was included in a batch

that was delivered
to your secret facility,

which is how it made its way
onto one of your desks.

Are you approaching anything
resembling a point?

My point is that
one of you realized

you'd stumbled upon
one half of a lottery ticket

with an infinite number
of zeros,

and all you needed to cash it
was the other half--

Disk B.

A few days ago,
one of you

broke into Eddy Dunbridge's
warehouse and copied a list

of all the bases that had
bought Crake & Rail's disks,

hoping to track it down.

But the guilty party
had a problem.

Even with the list, you would
need time to find Disk B.

Time that,
with the impending upgrade

to the Air Force's
missile control system,

you just didn't have.

Legacy tech at bases
all across the country,

including Disk B,
was about to be binned.

That's when one of
you had an idea:

kill the guy
who was testing

the new system's
security-- Ando Azuma.

The fallout would compel the
Air Force to slam on the brakes,

make sure they
weren't compromised.

Suddenly, there'd
be more time

to find the missing disk.

This is outrageous.

(cell phone ringing)

Oh, sorry.

Sorry. I'm-I'm suffering
from a condition called PCS.

I, um... (clears throat)

I just... I have to eat
regularly to stave off the, uh,

symptoms, so if
you don't mind...

What the hell is that?

Again, apologies.

The mingled stench
of rotting flesh,

ammonia and gym socks

is the hallmark
odor of the durian.

It's a fruit from
Southeast Asia.

My doctor says its blend
of minerals and vitamins

is highly therapeutic.

It also just helped us
identify the killer.

Hmm. Colonel Deakins...

...would you join us
in an interview room?

BELL: You want to have
a seat, Colonel?

No, I don't.
I'm not staying.

I-I just want to know, why
do you think I killed Ando?

Your nose gave you away.

Everyone else had
an involuntary reaction

to the durian's stench.

But not you.
You had no reaction whatsoever.

Fine. You got me.

I-I have no sense of smell.

Head injury at the academy.

What does that have
to do with anything?

It has to do with
the fire at Ando's--

the one that almost
ruined your plan.

What plan?
WATSON: You knew the Air Force

would investigate
his death.

You wanted them to realize

that his prosthetic finger
was missing.

When it came out that there
was a hidden thumb drive in it,

they would panic.

You're forgetting something.

No one knew he had
a fake finger.

We don't think
that's true.

You're the one
who hired him, correct?

We're guessing
he disclosed it to you,

but you kept it
to yourself.

You were gonna tell everyone
about it after he was dead.

HOLMES: Just one problem--
you let a pan full of oil,

garlic and peppers
burn down his apartment.

Anyone else would have

noticed the smell
and shut off the stove,

but not you.

The sooner
you cop to it,

the better it's
gonna go for you.

Colonel.

We'll be watching you.

Watch all you want.

You're fishing.

And I'm not biting.

Mr. Shinura.

Call me Go.

You weren't
followed, were you?

No. Positive.

Your new passport.

I hope you like the
name Laura Harrison.

If you don't...

...this should help
you get used to it.

Yeah.

Lieutenant Colonel Deakins
was done anyway.

Air Force made that clear
when they passed me over

for full-bird colonel.

Might as well
retire in style.

After you give me
what I asked for.

Of course.

I must confess, when our
informant in the NYPD

told me you are the one
accused of murdering Ando,

I was skeptical.

Ando was yakuza.

He could defend himself.

Just a reminder--
the drive is encrypted.

Your boss said
that would be okay.

My oyabun says this was
a worthwhile investment.

There could be anything
on this drive--

information that could
hurt our organization,

data we could sell, or
perhaps it's nothing.

In which case we are
paying for peace of mind.

Regardless, this
concludes our business.

Please, enjoy
your retirement.

I plan to.

Uh, please, you must tell me...

How did you manage
to best Ando?

How did you kill him?

Why the hell do you care
so much how I...

BELL:
NYPD.

Keep your hands where I can
see 'em, Colonel Deakins.

We owe you an apology.

We told you we'd
be watching

but neglected to say
we'd be listening also.

You got enough?

Mm... full confession

might have been too
much to hope for,

but we have the
pinky, so...

I'd say you're done.

As are you, Colonel.

You did good, Mr. Shinura.

Department
appreciates you

holding up your end
of the deal.

We are through?

So long as you're
on a plane

to Japan in the next 24 hours,
we don't see any reason to dig

into the offshore account you
were using to pay Ando Azuma.

That's great.

But I didn't do this for me.

I did this for Ando.

No one kills a yakuza
but a yakuza.

♪ ♪

(over car radio):
♪ Woman, please be gone ♪

♪ You stayed here
much too long ♪

♪ Don't you wish
that you could cry? ♪

♪ Don't you wish I would die... ♪
(shuts off radio)

(keys jingling)

(key clicking in lock)

(door creaks)

(Hannah screaming)

(turns on stereo)
♪ Street's hanging tree ♪

♪ I've tasted Haight Street's
hanging tree ♪

♪ I've tasted
Haight Street's hanging tree ♪

♪ I've tasted Haight Street's
hanging tree ♪

♪ I've tasted
Haight Street's hanging tree. ♪

== sync, corrected by elderman ==
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