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Previously on Elementary:

The Nose.
He’s an Irregular

I’ve used from time to time.

His sense of smell
outpaces even my own.

Sherlock Holmes,
meet Sir James Walter,

deputy chief S.I.S.

I anticipated
that without Moriarty

her group would fall apart.

Someone else has taken over.

I did it for you, Sherlock.

- You and Joan.
- So your only recourse

was to become head
of an organization

which murders for profit.

How else would I dismantle it?

Your name is Vanja Borozan.

You are a high-priced
assassin.

Who hired you to kill my father?

I understand
that her FBI handlers

lost track of her some time ago.

She’s back, son,

and she wants what’s hers.

Moriarty.

Hey.

Just you?

Yeah. I got your message
while I was out.

I actually thought that Sherlock
would get here before me.

Don’t get me wrong.
No one I’d

rather linger over
a two-day-old corpse with.

Two days?

Neighbors noticed the pizza

had been sitting there a while,
got concerned.

MLI says he’s been dead
about 48 hours.

Victim’s name
was Gilbert Pham.

He’s a lawyer
at Kress & Howell,

one of the big accounting firms.

"VP, Discovery."

Yeah, they go over the books

of companies
involved in deals,

vet mergers,
things like that.

Talked to the
pizza shop.

Cashier says Pham was a regular,

and it was definitely him
who placed the order.

That was 9:00 p.m.
night before last,

so we know he
was still alive then.

Home invasion gone bad?

I’d say that’s what we’re
supposed to think.

Kitchen door window’s busted
from the outside.

We found the bolt
unlocked.

Place has been tossed.

No money or loose valuables
left behind.

But if someone broke that window
and then opened this door,

the door would have
swept the glass aside,

so this was done for show.

We also found
a car service voucher

in Pham’s pocket.

Says they dropped him
here at 7:00.

That’s two hours
before he ordered the pizza.

I don’t know about you
and your partner,

but when I get home,
shoes and tie come off

as soon as I’m in the door.

So you’re wondering
what happened in the two hours

between when he got home
and when he was killed.

Did you notice these scratches?

I saw those bruises
on his wrist.

I’m guessing that he
spent some of that time

handcuffed to this chair.

Could be this whole

"home invasion" angle
was just a distraction

to keep us from looking
at his computer.

I’ll have CCS go over it,
find out what kind of work

he did on it the night he died.
- All right.

I’ll call Sherlock again.

You can’t be certain
that it was Moriarty

who hired Vanja Borozan
to kill you.

Plenty of people
want you dead.

Most of my life,
I’ve wanted you dead.

No doubt.

But even you must
be able to see

the sense in what I say.

Borozan trained
in Moriarty’s camp.

I’ve made it my mission
for the last two years

to destroy her empire.

That she should
eventually

turn her attention to me
was inevitable.

So, did every last one of her
handlers die during her escape?

’Cause you’d think someone
would have notified me.

As I understand it, she simply
slipped through their fingers.

No bloodshed.

Makes one think she could
have done it at any time.

I wouldn’t be too harsh
on your FBI contacts.

The Bureau tried very hard
to keep a lid on it.

Losing a prisoner as important
as Moriarty, well...

must be quite
an embarrassment.

What’s your excuse
for not telling me?

I haven’t known for long.

I will, of course,
need to verify all of this.

Of course.

Once you have,
I’ll need your help.

I hoped I would never
have to make this request.

We can both imagine
how many lives would be lost

should she ascend
to her former power.

And no one knows her
better than you.

What’s the request?

Moriarty intends to kill me.

I need your help
to kill her first.

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You’ve been asking
a lot of favors

of us lately, Holmes.

My time working
for British Intelligence

may have been brief,

but I’d say I’d earned
a few chits.

Indeed.

Per your request,

the personal effects
of Vanja Borozan.

Everything we
found on his body

or in his hotel room.

So far, our boys have
failed to identify

whoever was
paying his bills,

but I would not be surprised
if you have greater success.

I’ll let you know what I find.

Holmes.

The last time we met,

I expressed my
condolences

on the death of
your brother.

But that time,
they were

empty words, as you and I
both knew that he was alive.

I am sorry for your loss.

To Washburn Tobacco

and Summit-Stow Distributors.

Congratulations, Kip.

You’re about to be
a wealthy man.

Sorry to interrupt.

We’re looking
for Aldo Ventura.

That would be me.

Is there a problem, Officer?

Detective, actually--
Marcus Bell.

And I wouldn’t sign
those contracts

if I were you.
We’re pretty sure

your discovery lawyer
gave this merger his blessing

with a gun to his head.

Summit-Stow Distributors
is a tobacco wholesaler.

Is that right, Mr. Lowell?

So you buy cigarettes
from the big companies

and sell them
to retailers.

Only now you’re about to become

part of a big company.

That’s right.

Are you all right, Mr. Lowell?

Yeah. I’m sorry.

I, uh... I took a
couple of lorazepam

for the flight
in from Ohio.

For antianxiety.

Also, I drank some
champagne, so...

Should you be signing contracts
in your condition?

We’ve already read them.
They’re very good for us.

Think what
I just don’t get

is why you think one of us
killed Gilbert Pham.

So you knew Mr. Pham?

Yeah, we spoke.

He worked at the
accounting firm

that Washburn hired to
go over our financials.

Mr. Pham logged into
his firm’s network from home

the night he was killed.

He filed a report that gave
this merger his sign-off.

And since Pham
was hired by Washburn

to vet the deal, it seems likely

there was some bad news
in your books

that one of you
was worried about.

So you forced Pham to give
the okay, and then killed him.

You’re looking at the only four
employees at Summit-Stow

with any financial stake
in this merger.

And we all flew in
together this morning.

I can personally vouch

that we were all in
Akron three nights ago.

We’re listening.

This is a murder investigation.

We don’t take alibis
at people’s word.

You seem unimpaired.

Who are you?

Name’s Tim Darsha.

Tim’s one of

our sales managers.

Lamar over there
is the other.

And you’re the president
of the company,

so why did you look to him
for permission to speak?

I didn’t.

He didn’t.

Sorry. You were saying?
Your alibi.

We’d heard
from Washburn that Pham

had signed off and
that our deal would be

finalized soon,
so we started celebrating early.

That night, we all, uh,

met up at a hotel and...

...hired some entertainment.

You hired prostitutes.

All right,
say that checks out,

and none of you were here
the night of the murder.

Still could have hired someone.

A hit man?

Honestly, Detective,
I wouldn’t know how.

So, obviously,
we’ll have to wait

on a bunch of prostitutes
in Akron

to confirm his story,
but I believe him.

Lorazepam and alcohol
is not exactly a truth serum,

but it would make sticking
to a lie more difficult.

That was our forensic
accounting team.

Gilbert Pham’s firm
sent over his work.

They’re going through it.

Take a closer look at that
sales manager, Darsha.

He had something
to hide.

Where are you going?

More family business.

Hey. So, it turns out

"Tim Darsha" is a
pretty common name.

But it looks like
the one that we met

does not have a record.

You know, if your mom
catches you with these,

she’s gonna make you
smoke every single one.

Forensic accounting
finished going over

Gilbert Pham’s work.

According to them,
Summit-Stow’s financials

were all in order.

Thing is,
Pham went above and beyond

when preparing his report.

Among other things,

he also checked out

Summit-Stow’s
loading dock records.

Judging from his notes,
he thought

there was more inventory
moving through the place

than the company’s cash flow
accounted for.

Say the books showed Summit-Stow

bought 10,000 cases
and sold 10,000 cases.

All the money adds up except,
according to the loading dock,

they moved 15,000 cases
in the same time.

So, where’d the other
cigarettes go?

Interstate cigarette smuggling
is a big problem, right?

So you think Pham stumbled
onto a smuggling operation.

Smugglers buy cigarettes
in lower-tax states like Ohio

and sell them in
higher-tax places like here.

The difference is so big,
they can clear

a hundred bucks a carton.

Now, the Akron PD
tracked down the girls

the Summit-Stow guys
said they partied with.

They confirmed
that Mr. Lowell and his team

were in Ohio
the night Pham was killed.

But if one of the guys
was working with smugglers--

say that sales manager, Darsha--

it could be
the smugglers killed Pham

so they wouldn’t expose
their racket.

So, what are these for?

The sheriff’s office
enforces cigarette taxes

in the city, so I reached out.

They said a lot
of cigarettes from Ohio

are showing up
in bodegas in Brooklyn,

especially around Fort Greene.

I asked them to send over
some samples.

Any idea who the smugglers are?

So far, no luck
nailing the local crew.

But those tax stamps
and lot numbers are all unique.

I wanted
to check ’em out.

They’re definitely coming
out of the right part of Ohio

to have been distributed
by Summit-Stow.

You know, my stepfather used to

smoke this brand
when I was a kid.

Do you mind if I
borrow some of these?

I think I might know a way
to find the smugglers.

Holmes.

Nose.

Imagine my surprise
when Miss Watson

explained the particulars
of your new case.

- I barely can.
- Hey.

You saw my text
about the cigarettes

that Marcus got
from the sheriff’s?

I did.

I don’t recall anything
about summoning The Nose.

Well, I noticed there
was something off

about the smell
of the cigarettes,

so I thought maybe
it was a scent

they picked up in the trucks
they were

smuggled in,
or the place they were kept

when they arrived in New York.

Either way, I thought it could
help us locate the smugglers.

- Mm.
- What?

Well, you could’ve asked me
to smell them.

Well, you weren’t around.

What’s the big deal?

I mean, aren’t you guys friends?

Oh, we are.
It’s just, uh, tobacco

is the one area of olfaction

in which we’ve agreed
to disagree.

Excuse me?

Some years ago, when
Holmes wrote his monograph

on the 140
varieties of ash,

I pointed out that his
distinctions between

Trichinopoly and Bird’s Eye
were all wrong.

He’s never let it go.

Well, maybe if you’d told me

what you were up to
the last couple of days,

I would’ve known
I could count on you.

You’ll recall I discovered
a threat to my father’s life?

He believes that the person

behind that threat
is a certain woman.

The woman, in fact.

If you don’t mind,
a little quiet, please?

I’m trying to smell.

I don’t know if my
father’s right.

As you know, there have
been multiple attempts

on his life
over the years.

It’s possible
some other enemy

financed this latest one.

If your father is right

about who’s coming
after him,

are we safe?

If you’re asking whether
I think Moriarty

is sizing us up
for assassination,

I would remind you that
her organization’s one rule

is that no harm befalls me.

She prefers the world
with me in it.

You seem to enjoy
some tangential protection

due to our
partnership.

That’s reassuring.

As I said, I am not convinced

she has anything to do
with this.

What have you found out so far?

There was a MetroCard in
Vanja Borozan’s personal effects

that ultimately led me to a
garage that he had been renting.

In it, I found notes on

the routines of
Father’s bodyguards,

along with schematics
of his limousine.

Borozan was planning
to kill him.

I also found six one-pound bags
of coffee beans.

Untouched, just left on
the table, along with

the receipt of their purchase.

I plan to visit the café
where they were bought tomorrow.

It’s possible
that’s where Borozan

and his contact
were communicating.

If Moriarty is behind this,

your father wants you
to help him kill her.

Will you?

I’m ready to report my findings.

Pine.

Star anise. Grapefruit.

Okay.
Uh, candles?

Cleaning supplies?

Hops.

Specifically Chinook hops,

grown in Oregon’s
Willamette Valley.

I’d wager these cigarettes
were transported in trucks

carrying hops
from the Northwest.

Marcus mentioned
that the cigarettes

had been turning up
in bodegas in Fort Greene.

There is a craft brewery
in that area.

Maybe that’s where the smugglers
are bringing their shipments.

They’re not just dropping
stuff off a truck.

They’re moving a lot
of inventory into the brewery.

Makes it more likely the owners

of the brewery are in on it.

Looks to me like
this might be

the crew’s base of operations.

Copy that. I’ll brief my team.

Your guys ready?

We might not get
a better chance.

Two minutes out.

Major Case, Detective Bell on the air?

Detective Bell. Go.

Detective Bell,
call your command.

Hello?

Yeah, it’s Marcus.

Hold off on the takedown.

I got someone in my office
you’re gonna want to talk to.

Who?

He says you met him
earlier today,

only then he said his name
was "Darsha."

His real name’s Bakshi.

He’s an ATF agent,

and apparently, you guys
are about to blow up his op.

I’ve been undercover
at Summit-Stow

almost three years now.

I take it from the furtive
glances yesterday that,

at the very least, the company’s
president, Kip Lowell,

knew about your presence.

He knows. The other sales rep
who was there doesn’t.

But the main reason
I didn’t blow cover

is you surprised us.

Agent Evaneer and I

didn’t have a
chance to discuss.

Agent Bakshi is based
out of Columbus.

I’m here in New York.

Those guys that you were about

to move on yesterday--
small fish.

Part of a huge ring
that moves product

all over the East
and the Midwest.

Pretty unconventional, isn’t it?

ATF setting up shop
inside an existing company?

New solution to an old problem.

Running a sting operation
isn’t easy.

Cigarette smugglers don’t want
to buy from just anyone.

You gotta have a business
that they’ve heard of.

You gotta have someone
with a history.

So you borrowed a history:
Summit-Stow’s.

You buy cigarettes as them,
you send them on

to smugglers
in order to enact your stings.

So when our Vic,
Gilbert Pham,

noticed there was
extra inventory

moving through
the loading dock,

what he’d actually stumbled
onto was your operation.

Which begs the
question-- what did you

expect to happen when, uh,

Summit-Stow merged
with a larger company?

We expected
that Washburn Tobacco

would never even notice us.

Though, to be clear,

there was nothing
that we were trying to hide.

I mean, not from
the good guys, anyway.

Maybe not.

But Big Tobacco and the ATF
aren’t exactly pals.

Did it occur to you
that if Washburn found out

you were working inside
their new acquisition,

they could just tell you
to ship out?

Undo three years of
undercover work?

It occurred to us.

And if Washburn
had asked us to pack it up,

we would have made
whatever arrests we could

and taken the case down.

We don’t get paid
on performance, Captain.

And we certainly wouldn’t
have killed someone

- to protect a sting operation.
- What about Mr. Lowell?

He had a lot to gain
from the merger, didn’t he?

Perhaps he thought
your operation

was a secret worth killing over.

I don’t see it,
but you can ask him.

We will.
Our colleagues are

on their way to speak
to him right now.

Believe me,
I wanted to tell you

all of this yesterday,
but I-I just

didn’t think it
had anything to do

with Mr. Pham’s murder.
I still don’t.

And Agent Bakshi didn’t
want to blow his cover.

Later on, he and Agent Evaneer

said that they were gonna
tell you the truth.

I asked Maggie,
my office manager,

to fly out here and show
you what we showed Pham.

All of the accounting files

and the security videos
from the loading dock.

Why the videos?

Because they clear
everything up.

They show how
Agent Bakshi

only sold his cigarettes
to smugglers,

while our guys handled
legitimate business.

Should I start with that?

Yeah.

English bulldogs.

My babies.
I know calling them that

makes me weird.

Well, my partner

puts wool cozies
on our tortoise.

You’re not even
approaching weird.

So Pham asked you
about the extra inventory?

Yeah, he flew out.

We explained the whole thing.

We thought it was resolved.

Are you saying
that you told Pham

about the ATF?

Don’t you think
that was risky?

When Washburn Tobacco
found out about it,

it could have blown
the whole merger.

Yeah, I worried about that,

but once Pham started
asking questions,

I didn’t think
I had a choice.

The alternative was Washburn
would think we were crooks.

That wouldn’t have
helped the sale, either.

What did the ATF say
once they found out

that Pham knew about them?

You didn’t tell them.

Maybe I should have.

I don’t know.

Truth is that those guys
have always scared me.

So, you didn’t just volunteer

to let them set up
at Summit-Stow.

They had something on you.

A few years back, Bakshi and
Evaneer showed up with proof

that smugglers were
already buying from us

and we were looking
the other way.

Told me that they’d raise
hell unless we’d cooperate.

Check this out.

Bakshi just finished a sale.

Few minutes later,
this guy drove up.

Yeah, that’s Agent Evaneer.

Was he working undercover, too?

No. Just Agent Bakshi.

Nice rides.

Nice?

That’s a BMW M7,

and that’s a Porsche 911 Turbo.

Those are $150,000 cars.

Maybe you could write off
Bakshi’s car

to him wanting to look
the part he’s playing,

but what’s
Evaneer’s excuse?

The cash they take in
is kept separate

from Summit-Stow, right?

Any idea where it all goes?

They turn it over
to the government.

Don’t they?

What can I get you?

You the owner?

If I was,
I’d have health insurance.

He’s on vacation.

Do you know where
that picture came from?

Some of these are for sale.

I can let the owner know
if you’re interested.

I’d like to get
a message to her.

Tell her I want to talk.

I didn’t hear you come in.

These are the videos you got
from Summit-Stow, correct?

Can see what you
and Marcus saw.

Aside from their fancy cars,
Agent Bakshi’s shoes are Prada.

Agent Evaneer’s watch
is a Patek Philippe.

It alone is worth more than
their annual salaries combined.

Might be the most conspicuous
"conspicuous consumption"

I’ve ever seen.

I did some rough math.

Based on the volume
of cigarettes they’ve sold

and the fact that they’ve been
up and running

for the last three years,

I’d say they’ve probably made
about $30 million.

Have you been able to determine
where any of it went?

I can tell you where it isn’t:
in the hands of the government.

The captain reached out
to the ATF in Washington.

Apparently,
they told Bakshi and Evaneer

that they could keep the money

until the whole operation
was wrapped,

and then voucher it
all at one time.

If I’m right,
that’s tens of millions

completely unsupervised.

Not on Summit-Stow’s books
or the government’s.

And unlike every other time
in human history

when someone was entrusted

with another person’s
money without oversight,

the ATF assumed that these two

would not skim off the top
to enrich themselves.

Not at all idiotic.

Now, if Gilbert Pham
kept asking questions

about the cigarette sales

that were not on Summit-Stow’s
profit statements,

there’s a chance he would’ve
exposed what they were doing.

Giving these two large-living
agents motive to kill him.

Police are looking
for them right now.

The ATF has not heard from them
since this morning.

Evaneer hasn’t been home,

and Bakshi checked out
of his hotel.

Marcus is gonna tell us
if there’s any news.

What about you?

Did you find anything

at that café you went to?

A painting.

One of hers.

That can’t be a coincidence.

It isn’t.

And it makes it
a virtual certainty

that my father is right.

She’s trying to kill him.

So, Moriarty is somehow
connected to that café,

and Borozan bought beans
there that he never used.

It supports my suspicion
that the café is a conduit

through which
they exchange messages.

Buying the coffee beans
is merely a cover.

And since Borozan was hired
to kill your father,

Moriarty has to be the
one who hired him.

It’s short of proof positive,
I know,

but I’m quite convinced.

While I was at the café,

I left a message of my own.

I’m not sure
if she’ll respond.

Or how.
She hasn’t written to me

in close to a year.

But I know several news

and social media sites that she

might use to contact me,
so I’ll just

remain vigilant.

Say that works,
she contacts you.

You never answered my question
from last night.

What’ll you do?

Your father asked you to arrange

the murder of the woman
that you love.

Is that something
that you can do?

Don’t know.

A while ago,
I would have laughed

in his face, but...

It is vexing.

What if you do nothing?

Just let them do what they do.

What do you think will happen?

I honestly have no idea.

But I do know that,
given the resources

that each of them has
at their disposal,

collateral loss of
life could be immense.

I don’t think standing idly by
and doing nothing is an option.

Hey, Marcus.

It was over before
we got here.

Driver of that truck
was asleep in his cab.

Heard two men yelling,
followed by gunfire.

He’s the one who
called it in.

Looks like Bakshi
died pretty quick.

Evaneer took one in the gut,
one in the leg.

From the looks of it,

managed to drag himself
back to his car,

but he must have
lost consciousness

before he could go anywhere.

And we’re sure they did this
to each other?

Witness didn’t look till he was
sure the shooting was done,

but he said they were
the only ones here.

Did he hear what they
were arguing about?

He said he heard
one of them yell

"it wasn’t me" a bunch of times.

He couldn’t tell what
"it" referred to,

but I have a
pretty good idea.

We found this phone
on the ground.

Bakshi’s was on him,
so this must be Evaneer’s.

We haven’t cracked the
password yet, but...

look at the last notification.

A bank transfer of $26 million

out of an account
a few hours ago.

Looks like we found
their slush fund,

or at least where
their money was.

So, judging by
the location,

the two of them
were lying low.

Except Evaneer
gets this message

from the bank, sees all
their money’s gone.

They meet up, the
accusations fly,

they’re both armed,
so this happens.

That leaves us
with two possibilities.

Either one of these men died
lying to the other one...

...or someone else
stole all their money.

Ballistics
confirmed the slugs

the M.E. pulled out
of Bakshi and Evaneer

came from
each other’s weapons.

So the two of them
build up an unsupervised

$26 million slush fund,

then they kill
each other over it

because each one thinks
the other one stole it.

Looks that way.

But you guys think
they were wrong?

Maybe.

We had the account info
off Evaneer’s phone,

so I got a court order
for the bank records.

The 26 million
was transferred

out of the account
yesterday afternoon

and into an account
in the Caymans.

Whoever did it used one
of the free

Wi-Fi kiosks in Midtown.

We also pulled

Bakshi and Evaneer’s
cell tower logs.

At the time the transfer
was made,

neither one was anywhere
near that kiosk.

Which means
someone else

did steal that money
from both of them.

That’s one possibility.

Another is that one of them
had a helper.

At the very least,
it proves a third party

was aware of the slush fund.

And we’re
still thinking

Gilbert Pham was killed
to cover up

what was going on
with that slush fund.

Yeah.
Bakshi had already alibied,

and we checked--
Evaneer was at his office

late the night of the murder.

Makes this third party
our best suspect.

I’ve got
detectives checking

the cameras
around the Wi-Fi kiosk

they logged in from,
but they could have been

in the back seat of a
passing cab, for all we know.

- So you’re not holding your breath.
- Sherlock and Joan

have been going over the rest
of the slush fund’s records.

We’re hoping something in there

might tell us who else knew
about the account.

More transfers to the Caymans.

These all go into the same
account as the 26 million?

They started off small
about eight months ago.

The first was for
a modest $5,000.

Then, over time,
transfers got larger.

Prior to the emptying of
the account yesterday,

they added up
to just over three million.

Sounds like someone
was testing the waters.

Siphoned off a little bit,
then got bolder

when no one noticed.

We thought the same thing.

And this was going on

for months before Gilbert Pham
started poking around.

So, if he discovered
the slush fund,

he would have also
discovered the theft.

So, who owns the account
in the Caymans?

So far, the bank has opted
to protect its client’s privacy.

I’ve reached out to a
friend in George Town

who might be able to
persuade them otherwise,

but, um, even if he does,

the owner may be hidden
behind an alias

or a shell company.

We’ll just have
to wait and see.

Right. That explains this color.

Um, what about this other one?

Yeah, those
are weirder.

They go back farther,
starting about a year

after Bakshi and Evaneer
got up and running.

Over a dozen transfers
out of the slush fund,

ranging from around ten grand
to 50 grand,

going to a handful
of bank accounts

in cities all over the country.

Baltimore, Louisville,
Tampa, Phoenix.

So far, we don’t know
what those transfers are

or why those cities.

I think I can
explain the cities.

Over the years,
I’ve done a lot of

joint investigations
with the Feds.

Every one of those cities
has an ATF field office.

You think other ATF agents
knew about the slush fund?

Maybe Bakshi and Evaneer
were getting ripped off

by one of their own.

When examining Agents Bakshi
and Evaneer’s slush fund,

we noticed a series of
transfers going to cities

with ATF field offices.

We compared
those transfers

to the two agents’
phone records.

Each one was preceded by a call

from your cell phone.

So?

I’ve shown you a lot
of patience, Captain.

Sitting here, having this talk
in an interrogation room.

You said this is about what
happened to Bakshi and Evaneer.

What happened is
they shot each other.

As far as we know,
that’s true, but mainly,

we’re interested
in the murder of Gilbert Pham.

Who?

Pham was a
discovery lawyer

hired by Washburn Tobacco

to vet the purchase
of Summit-Stow.

We think he
was murdered

to keep him
from digging too deeply

into Evaneer
and Bakshi’s slush fund.

We honestly don’t know

why you were wiring money
all over the country,

but whatever the
reason, the timing

of those phone calls tells us
you knew about the fund.

And since we already ruled
out Bakshi and Evaneer

for Pham’s murder,
that leaves you.

You people have it so wrong,
I don’t know where to start.

Do tell.

I wouldn’t have killed anyone
to hide anything.

You know
what those transfers were?

Us doing good.

We used the money
to fund other ATF ops.

How would you feel
if every step you took here,

you had to run it
through the DMV?

The number
of targets we lost

waiting for
Congressional funding...

I lost count.

Bakshi and Evaneer were sitting
on all that cash.

I suggested we use it
to cut some red tape.

So this was your idea.

- Damn right.
- Ho-Ho-Hold up.

You were using
off-the-books money

from an ongoing operation
to pay for...

what exactly?

Whatever our agents needed
to catch the bad guys.

They’d call me,

I’d call the guys,
and we’d make it happen.

Untraceable license plates,
hotel rooms, vehicles.

Prada shoes, six-figure watches.

If those two were sticking
their hands

in the till, that’s on them.

So... humor us.

Where were you five nights ago

when Pham was killed?
- Friday?

I was in Vegas

at a friend’s bachelor party.

I hear they have
a lot of cameras there,

so I’m sure you can confirm it.

We’re gonna need
your travel records

and the names of the friends
you were with.

Did any of the agents
you were funding

know the details of the account?
- No.

Can you think of anyone else
who knew about the slush fund?

They had a helper.

Someone who managed
the account with them.

Did this helper have a name?

I heard them use
a nickname sometimes.

"Bulldog will handle it,"
stuff like that.

Would you excuse us?

Do you remember
Kip Lowell’s office manager

from the hotel yesterday?

Sure. Maggie Foltz, right?

Yeah. And remember her laptop?

Her wallpaper had a picture
of her and her bulldogs.

I think she’s Bulldog.

Makes sense.

She knew about
the undercover operation.

Since she handled
Summit-Stow’s accounting,

the ATF guys
might have

asked her for help
with theirs, too.

You’re thinking she’s the one
who embezzled

from the slush fund, then
she murdered Gilbert Pham

for asking too many questions?

I’m pretty sure
she and Lowell

flew back to Ohio yesterday.

I’ll call the Akron Police,
let them know

we want to talk
to her.

I’d say we should keep the
line clear, but it isn’t 1970.

- Any word?
- Not yet.

I’m not sure what sort
of contact to expect.

- You?
- Well, best we can piece together,

the woman I texted you about,
Maggie Foltz,

flew back to Akron
with Kip Lowell

like nothing was wrong.

They got off the plane,
they went their separate ways,

and no one’s seen her since.

Her car is still at the airport.

With $30 million
in an account in the Caymans

and a full day’s head start,

she could be anywhere
in the world.

Marcus is pulling
her phone records

and her credit card history.

So we’ll go through those
and see

if there’s any new activity.

Maybe we’ll get lucky.

Was that the door?

It was.

Safe to say it isn’t Miss Foltz.

Well, be careful.

Mr. Holmes.

How did you know I live here?

Do you always ask questions
you already know the answers to?

Oh, you didn’t expect her
to come herself,

did you?

She sent me.

Do you have a name?

It’s Ellory.

So, how did you come to
be in Moriarty’s employ?

Does it matter?

I just recognize
the tattoo on your shoulder.

It’s used by a Guatemalan
amphetamine ring

to brand their
drug mules.

Perhaps you think
you owe her

for removing you
from a bad situation.

Or perhaps you’re just unaware
of how many more

bad situations
you’ll help her create.

We’re all fish eating
other fish, Mr. Holmes.

I’d rather be swimming
with the biggest one.

You said you wanted to talk,
so talk.

It’s become clear that tensions

between your employer
and my father

are coming to a head.

It should come
as no surprise

that my father has asked me

to help bring about
Moriarty’s death.

After slaving over the question
for quite some time,

I’ve decided
I’d rather discuss his.

More ATF agents.

These guys took money
from the slush fund, too?

Specifically,
agents working

out of the Charlotte,
North Carolina field office.

Maggie Foltz’s phone records
show one call

after she landed in Akron--

to a burner registered
in Charlotte.

I reviewed surveillance footage
from the Akron-Canton Airport,

and the last camera
to pick her up,

she was headed
to the private terminal.

Video in that terminal
is lacking.

You think she got
into a private plane?

I do.

Moreover, I think she had help.

There are no records

of her arranging
that flight herself.

Whoever was on the other end
of that call picked her up.

I believe she was extracted.

And since the call
was to Charlotte

and all of those agents
benefitted from her help before,

you think those are the best
suspects for her accomplice.

It’s amazing to me how many
of these guys were corrupt.

I was struck by the same thought
when you described

Agent Hobbs’s
unrepentant attitude.

All of these men--
Hobbs, Bakshi, Evaneer--

they saw themselves
as the good guys.

Yes, they were
breaking the law,

but it was okay because they
were catching bad guys.

And it gave these men permission
to commit their crimes.

And those markings?

An irony I discovered.

Despite these men’s belief

that the ends
justified the means,

if the agents had any
additional success

thanks to their slush-fund
funding, it was short-lived.

Across the board,

within months of Bakshi
and Evaneer handing out money,

arrest rates for all
of the agents involved dropped.

Why?

I’ve got no idea.

Perhaps once they no longer
had to work

so hard for funding,
they got lazy.

You said the drop in arrests
wasn’t right away.

When was it?

About 18 months ago.

That’s when Maggie Foltz

started working
with Summit-Stow.

- That means something to you?
-Yeah.

I think I know why the agents’
arrest rates dropped.

And if I’m right, I also
know how to find her.

Glad this worked out
with your schedule, Mr. Ventura.

Sure you’re a busy man.

You’ve met Miss Watson
and Detective Bell.

Always happy to do
what I can

for the folks who wear a badge.

Those are pretty
words, and I’m sure

they’re mostly true.

I hope they are today.

Why wouldn’t they be?

Well, you know from when
we met the other day

we’ve been investigating
the murder of

your discovery lawyer,
Gilbert Pham, right?

Were you aware
that Pham

discovered an undercover
ATF operation going on

inside Summit-Stow Distributors?

No.

I had no idea.

Turns out those agents
were running

an unsupervised slush fund,

using it to finance
other ATF operations,

circumventing Congress.

All sounds serious.

I don’t see what that
has to do with me.

Well, my partner and I
found something strange

about the agents who took
money from the slush fund.

All of their
arrest rates dropped

once a woman named Maggie Foltz
started helping them.

Now, before Maggie
worked at Summit-Stow,

she worked
at Washburn Tobacco,

which is based
in Charlotte, North Carolina.

Maggie disappeared
two days ago

after calling
a phone number in Charlotte.

We went back through
the private flight traffic

at Akron-Canton Airport
for that day.

It wasn’t easy to spot
until we knew

what we were looking for,

but one jet that flew in and out
around the right time

is owned by a company
that’s owned by a company

that you personally own.

So Maggie was your mole
at Summit-Stow.

You knew about
the ATF operation.

Somehow, you found out about it,

and then you planted
Maggie there

to keep an eye
on it for you.

I don’t
have to tell you

that Big Tobacco
loves cigarette smugglers.

In high-tax cities
like New York and Boston,

smuggled cigarettes
are over half your business.

You provided
illegal aid.

You helped the smugglers
avoid the ATF

by tipping them
to whatever activity

Maggie knew about.

You have proof
to back that up, son?

Yeah. We do.

That phone number
Maggie called

to get your plane
to come pick her up--

she called that same number
from Akron

the day Gilbert Pham was killed.

And according to the
flight records at both airports,

your plane made a flight
from Akron to La Guardia

and back that night.

Now, your pilot
has already agreed to testify

that he took Maggie to
and from New York that night.

And the flight times also fit
the time frame in which

Gilbert Pham was held hostage
and then shot.

Police also matched fibers
they found in Pham’s house

to the carpet
on your plane.

Now, I’m willing
to believe

you didn’t know
you were helping

a murderer at the time,
but you know it now.

I’ve already talked with
the Department of Justice.

Washburn Tobacco
is going to be slapped

with a penalty
for aiding smugglers.

But the DOJ
has agreed

to make that penalty smaller
if you help us bring her in.

Thank you for coming.

Come in.

I was on my way to the airport
when I got your call.

I take it you’ve come
to a decision about my request?

Yes, I’ve done more than that.

I’ve exchanged messages
with Moriarty.

Oh.

Naturally, I assumed you’d find

a way to contact her
if you wanted to.

Didn’t expect
it so quickly.

Where is she?

I have no idea.

What’s our next move?

I said I’d exchanged
messages with her.

You’re jumping to conclusions

about the content
of those messages.

First among them that you’re

going to like
what I have to say.

I wouldn’t be
so sure.

Go on.

She and I have agreed
to an armistice.

A temporary cease-fire
on both sides.

And how did you manage that?

I told her that should she
succeed in assassinating you,

I would assume your role at the
head of her former organization.

For the time being,
she will remain inactive,

allow you
to continue your work.

I believe she will honor
our agreement.

And assuming she does,
I expect you to do the same.

And how long is this cease-fire
supposed to last?

Until you die
of old age.

I persuaded her
that won’t be long.

You realize, of course,
that you’re just

staving off the inevitable?

I do.

You’re going to have to deal
with her at some point.

And when that time comes,
the way you’ve planned it,

I won’t be there to help.

And that’s as it should be.

When the time comes--
if it comes--

the problem of Moriarty
will be mine and mine alone.

We’ll speak again.

Soon, I hope.

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