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Please, I don't want
any trouble.

Please!

I don't want any trouble!

Dr. Watson?

Joey!
Hey-hey!

Hi.

Long time.
Been a while, huh?

Yeah. What, three years?
Yeah.

Uh, you remembered
Dad's birthday.

Well, a day
late, but yeah.

Hmm.
You caught me.

Mm. Nice thing about
coming the day after,

you're less likely
to run into my mom.

It's nice of you...

to come and see him.

I liked him.

He was a good man.

You're a good doctor.

Hey, let me buy you a
coffee; we can catch up.

I'm supposed to meet
a friend I work with, so...

Come on, just one cup.

Well, I think
we're wrapped up here.

make sure we got pictures.

And then police have been
stationed at the hospital.

In case Benny wakes up,
somebody from the team...

Detective Bell.
Sorry I'm late.

You're not late-- you texted me
and said you heard

on your scanner
there'd been a shooting.

I texted you back, told you
I didn't need any help.

Actually, you wrote,
and I quote:

"Yes, please, now,

triple-smiley face,
with tongue protruding".

What?

Yeah, see,
that's not from me.

That's from someone named Bella,
and you got it last December.

My name is Bell,

no "A," but I can see how
you might've confused us.

It's not like you're
into details or anything.

How embarrassing.

Anyway, now that I'm here...

Vic's name is Felix Soto.

He's a math tutor.

Lives here alone.

I was under the impression
that two men had been shot.

Two were. Second victim,
guy named Benny Charles,

was shot in the driveway
right out there.

Funny thing is,
far as we can tell,

they didn't know each other.
About 90 seconds

before Mr. Charles
got shot last night,

he mugged someone
around the corner.

I think he ducked into the
driveway to count his loot.

Wrong place, wrong time?

Well...
unless you believe

in karma.
Yeah.

So I'm assuming, from the
absence of his body,

that Mr. Charles survived.
Barely.

First officers on the scene
managed to stop the bleeding,

but he never
regained consciousness.

He's in surgery now.

I'm hearing it
doesn't look good.

Hey, where's your better
half this morning?

One mystery at a time,
Detective. So...

not much evidence to
suggest it was a robbery

gone wrong-- too many
valuables have been left behind.

A neighbor heard Mr. Soto
arguing with another man

a few nights ago, but never
got a good look at the guy.

We're reaching out to his
family, see if they can think

of anyone who had
beef with him.

Interesting space, huh?

Minimalist.

The other rooms aren't.

There's art and
pictures hung up.

I wondered for a second

if maybe the shooter
took some down, but...

aren't any nail holes.

You always been this observant?

I'm asking that quite sincerely.

I was wondering if exposure
to my methods had...

helped you in any way.

Actually, before
you came along,

I'd never closed
a case before.

Neither had the rest
of the department.

Most of us were thinking
of packing up, leaving,

letting the city
fend for itself.

We need to find
the black light.

The what?

There's a chemical known
as C.A.M. phosphor

on the walls--
smells like spent matchsticks.

Smell it. Smell it.

It's the primary ingredient

of an ink which
can only be seen

when exposed to...

...when it exposed to...

...ultraviolet light.

Hmm?

Oh.

Thank you.

What is it?

Well, I'm going
to take a very literal

stab in the dark and say...
maths.

Question is...

does it have anything to do
with Mr. Soto's death?

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@elder_man

Still can't believe
you're a cop.

I-I'm not a cop.

I'm a consulting... Yeah.
A consulting detective.

Still, you, like,
go to crime scenes

and put away bad guys.
Well, it's a little more

complicated than
that, but yeah.

Well, sometimes we do. Um...

What about you?

You're graduating
this year, right?

Uh... I don't know.

I, um... had a kind of
rough time junior year.

I was thinking
about my dad a lot.

Probably partying
a little more than I should've.

Actually, um, I left...

right before
my spring semester.

Oh.
Yeah.

I'm sorry to hear that.

It is what it is, right?

Besides, I got
some stuff going on,

stuff I'm very excited about.
Yeah?

This is my bar.

You bought a bar?

Well, I'm about
to buy a bar,

me and a buddy.

And, you know, we're just

getting together
the funding right now,

but we are this close, Doc.

Oh. Joan. You should
call me Joan now.

Ah, sorry.

Old habits.

You don't like it?

No. It's just...

I just remember how
excited you were

about studying to
become an engineer,

how happy it
made your dad.

Mm.

Well, the school
took away my scholarship

when I dropped out, so...

so without that,
can't exactly go back.

Yeah.

It's funny, it's like
I can't help wondering

if we were supposed to run
into each other this morning.

My partner and me,

we have big plans
for this place,

and I know that anyone
that invests with us

is gonna double their money.

Like, at least.

Are you asking me
for a loan?

No, I'm-I'm offering you
an opportunity.

And you were always
so good to me.

You know?
You... you held my hand

when Dad got sick.

Now I just, you know, maybe
I can pay you back a little.

Hey, I even
found this little

spot in the back room
to hang his picture.

You know, just so he can
always be there, always.

So, how much do you need?

If you're looking for Sherlock,
he's downstairs.

Okay.

I will go there now.

His name is Harlan Emple.

He is the
Rachel P. Hanson Professor

for Applied Mathematics
at Columbia University,

and holder of the
Smithfield Endowed Chair

of Algebraic Geometry
at the Huntington Institute.

And he is here to help
you make sense

of the equations you found.
Okay, I get that.

What I don't get is
why he isn't wearing a shirt.

Every great thinker
has a process, Watson.

In Harlan's case,
he doesn't like anything

to come between him
and the numbers.

I know you can feel quite
Victorian about such matters,

so I've given him a
little bell to ring

should he feel the need
to disrobe entirely.

Having said that,
I can't guarantee

he won't sit on
the furniture.

How do you know him again?

In 1999, he devised
a mathematical model

which he believed
could accurately predict

crime patterns
in and around New York City.

Ultimately, didn't work,

but I found the premise
quite fascinating.

We've been corresponding
ever since.

Do you really think this guy

was killed over math?
Mr. Soto obviously went

to great lengths
to conceal his calculations.

Whether they have
any real value,

or are just
the numerical ramblings

of a math-obsessed madman,
is for Harlan to determine.

Eggs?

Uh, no, thanks.

Hey, I was wondering
if it was possible

to get an advance
on my salary.

Define "advance".

$5,000.

I ran into someone this morning.

He's the son
of an old friend of mine.

He's trying to get
this business off the ground.

I thought I'd help him out.

I just maxed out
on my IRA contributions,

so I cannot take money back,

otherwise I will get
massive penalties.

You must really believe
in this young man.

Well, I'd like to see him
take a shot at this.

Not quite the same thing,
though, is it?

Sherlock! I know
what the formula is!

And it is a doozy.

Okay, so the first thing
you need to know

is that the guy who
wrote this was a genius.

Guys with an "S".

There were two
mathematicians at work here.

One was Felix Soto.

These parts of the equation
are a match

for handwriting samples
I took from his home.

These scribbles are
from another man

yet to be identified.

How-how do you know
it was a man?

There is an inconsistency
to the gradient here.

Some of the letters slant to the right,
others to the left.

Also, the stem
of the "P" here

and the "D" here are looped
instead of doubled back.

It doesn't guarantee
the writer was male,

but it's a strong indicator.

Fine. Then these guys
are geniuses.

The point is, I know
what they were working on.

It's P versus NP!

Come on, it's one of the most
famous problems in math history.

Harlan, if we were
mathematicians,

you would not be here.

In simplest terms, P versus NP
asks if every problem

whose solution can be quickly
verified by a computer can also

be quickly solved
by a computer.

Sounds innocent enough, right?
Only it's not.

It is filthy.

Some experts have even theorized
that it can't be solved.

Could it be a motive for murder?
That depends.

You think a million dollars
could be a motive for murder?

I'm sorry. You're saying
this is worth a million dollars?

No, but it is getting there.

I mean, this is the farthest

I have ever seen anyone
take P versus NP.

I mean, if I... if I had
to guess, I would say

that these guys are months,
maybe weeks from solving it.

But who would pay
a million dollars

for the solution to a
mathematical problem?

The Clay Mathematics Institute
in Rhode Island.

They're a non-profit dedicated
to promoting math interest.

But the thing
that they are most famous for

is The Millennium Prizes.

They offer a million dollars
to anyone who can solve

just one of the seven hardest
problems in the world.

And P versus NP
is one of the seven.

We know that the dead man, Soto,
was working with a partner.

And you said that Soto's
neighbor heard him arguing

with another man
a few nights ago.

Perhaps the partner thought

he could complete
the problem himself.

Take the prize money
without having to share it.

For what it's worth,

your victim would not
have been working

with just any mathematician.

P versus NP
is the kind of problem

that people devote
their lives to.

There is a whole
P versus NP community.

A community which you could
help us gain access to?

Well, I sort of travel

in different
mathematical circles.

But I do know somebody
who's pretty involved.

Tanya Barrett. She's a professor
at Triboro College.

I heard about what happened

to Felix on the news
this morning.

I still can't believe it.

Were you two close?

I met him when I
wrote my articles,

but that was
years ago.

It's our understanding,
Professor Barrett,

that you are a veritable
who's who guide

to the world
of P versus NP.

When I wrote my articles,

I profiled
all the mathematicians

who had really devoted
themselves to the problem.

That's how
I met Felix.

Do you know if he was close

to any of the other people
that you interviewed?

I don't think so. Why?

We have reason to believe
that before he died,

he was collaborating
with a partner.

That doesn't
sound like Felix.

He was very competitive.

But I'll be
happy to walk you

through the names
that I do have.

These are the journals
that published me.

So, um, what made
you start wanting

to write about P versus NP?

Oh, when I was young

and very full of myself,
I decided to spend a summer

trying to solve it.

When I looked up,
three years had gone by.

P versus NP may well be
unsolvable.

So... I walked away.

Do you know
who wrote this proof?

Cyril Nauer,
a total savant.

He lives in Brooklyn.
Look familiar?

That's the same handwriting
as our mystery mathematician.

You wouldn't happen to have a
picture of Mr. Nauer, would you?

Cyril Nauer looks
like the Unabomber.

Both are mathematicians,

both are loners.

Let's hope only one of them
ever aspired to mass casualties.

Detective Bell, I believe
we may have a strong suspect

in the murder
of Felix Soto.

That's good.

I just found out
we got a second victim.

He was shot on a sidewalk
in Hell's Kitchen

last night,
dragged into an alley.

Initial ballistics report says

it was the same gun
that killed Felix Soto.

Any connection
between the two men?

Right now,
all I have is a name.

Cyril Nauer.

So, want to give me the name
of your suspect?

Two mathematicians,

both collaborating on the
same infamous problem,

both killed within an hour of
each other by the same shooter.

Obviously, not
a coincidence.

Your friend said
that a solution

to P versus NP is worth
a million dollars, right?

It's hard to imagine

there's only two people
trying to solve it.

You think they were
killed by a competitor.

Would make sense,
wouldn't it?

I mean, someone realizes
how far they've come,

murders them to keep them
from solving it first.

Question is,

how did they realize
how far they'd come?

Both men clearly paranoid about
having their work uncovered.

They recorded every digit
in invisible ink.

Maybe one of them bragged
to the wrong person.

Says here
that CSU found some dog hairs

under the arms
of Cyril Nauer's coat.

Transferred, presumably,
when the shooter dragged

Mr. Nauer into the alleyway.

Is there a picture?

Yeah.

They sent the samples
to the lab to try to determine

the dog's...
Boston terrier.

So...

perhaps our shooter owns a dog.

Almost something, I suppose.

You know, we never finished
our conversation from yesterday.

I asked you for an advance?

Just out of
curiosity, Watson,

who exactly asked
you for $5,000,

and what is
their connection

to the man who died under
your care three years ago?

You told me you had a
doctor's appointment yesterday.

That was a lie.

You went to visit your
former patient's grave.

You've done so quite regularly
since moving in with me.

It's your sleeves; they
tend to give you away.

I'm able to detect the
fragrance of carnations,

but no carnations ever
appear at the brownstone.

You leave them for
him, do you not?

I don't mean to pry.

It's just that you
went there yesterday,

and when you returned,

you hoped to secure a
rather substantial loan

for the "son of a friend".

neither of whom you
wished to discuss.

I'd want to make sure

that this person is not
taking advantage of you.

Yeah, I guess we never really...

talked about this, did we?

His name was Gerald Castoro.
He was my patient.

He needed surgery

to remove his right
adrenal gland.

He had a tumor inside it.

A pheochromocytoma.

It's rare.

And the procedure to remove
it is pretty straightforward.

I nicked his vena cava.

I don't know how. I just...

He lost his entire
volume of blood

into his abdomen in seconds.

He was a nice man.
He was a dock worker.

Few weeks before the surgery,
I got to know his family.

His wife, his son.

Mrs. Castoro did
what most people would do

in her situation.

She sued me.

I went to court.

I had to listen to her say a lot
of terrible things about me.

It was a difficult process,
as you can well imagine.

Gerald's son, Joey...

...he was only 17 back then.

He wrote me a letter.

He said that he didn't blame me,
that it wasn't my fault.

That he forgave me.

At the time, it meant a lot.

Is this the first time
he's asked you for money?

He needed a car to get
back and forth from college.

His mother needed
him around a lot.

Detective?

Hey. I'm at Cyril Nauer's
apartment.

There's some stuff here
I think you should see.

Okay, so, that's Cyril Nauer's
place right there, second floor.

Figured I'd just poke around,
see if I could find

any more black bulbs
like the one you found

at Felix Soto's place.

There weren't, but I managed

to find this
in one of the fixtures.

Is that a bug?

CSU is

going over everything
with a fine-toothed comb.

But obviously, someone was
listening in on Mr. Nauer.

Think they might have been
watching him, as well.

That's a municipal building.
Those cameras are theirs.

Even the one pointing
directly at his apartment?

Taxi!

Where you going?

Up.

Hey!

What the hell do you
think you're doing?

Keep your vehicle
perfectly still,

I'll give you $20
for going absolutely nowhere.

Yeah.

Signal jumper.
Someone's been using it

to hijack
that camera's video feed,

broadcast it
to a remote location.

Presumably the same person
who put a listening device

inside Mr. Nauer's apartment.

Good news is,

the jumper's transmissions
can be traced

back to a receiver.
You find the receiver...

Find the person who's
been spying on Nauer.

Detective Bell?

I'm Linus Roe.

I was told you wanted
to speak with me.

Your Web site says that

Roe Encryption Technologies
offers the highest level

encryption services
for online retailers,

banks and investment firms.

No mention there
of illegal surveillance.

I can't imagine
why there would be.

Because your company's
been filming

Cyril Nauer in his home.

I'm sorry.
Am I supposed to know that name?

We found a signal
jumper on a camera

just outside Mr.
Nauer's apartment.

Now, the department's Technical
Assistance Response Unit says

it was broadcasting to
your company's server.

I don't know anything
about that.

Well, someone here knows
something about it, Mr. Roe.

And that person
may even be responsible

for Mr. Nauer's death.

Cyril Nauer is dead?

I thought you said
you didn't know him.

Okay, you're right.

We were monitoring
Cyril Nauer.

It was my idea.

But I am telling you
that no one at this company

would hurt him,
not in a million years.

All right, well, back up.

Start with why
you were spying on him.

Because of his work

on something called
P versus NP.

It's...
Filthy maths.

Virtually unsolvable,
worth a million dollars.

Yes, we're
familiar with it.

Is that why
you were surveilling him?

Because your company
needed money?

You're thinking
of the Millennium Prize, right?

No. A solve

for P versus NP is only worth...
a million to them.

To us, it's worth tens,
maybe hundreds more.

I mean, mathematicians are drawn
to P versus NP

because it's math's
great white whale,

but the truth is...

a solution would have massive
real world implications.

Such as?

A correct proof would
essentially render

all modern encryption obsolete.

With the right software,

you could hack into any system
in the world.

They won't be able
to stop you.

It's one equation.
How is that possible?

Encryption consists of
setting up problems

so complicated that a computer
can't solve them.

Solving P versus NP
lets you

run through the possible answer
fast enough to crack the code.

I mean, you could come and go
as you please

through any server
on the planet.

It's a skeleton key.
It's the key

to building the skeleton key.
I mean, once you had

the solution,
you'd still need to write

the code to apply it.

The digital world
would be your oyster.

You're saying a solution
would make your company

about as useful as a Pet Rock?

Certainly sounds like
the kind of thing

a man in your position
would kill to prevent.

You don't understand.

I wanted Cyril
to solve P versus NP.

I approached him months ago
because I believed

if anyone could solve it,
it would be him.

I offered to fund his work
on the condition

that if he did solve it, we would keep
the proof under wraps.

At least until he helped me
to design...

cryptography to defeat it.

So Roe Encryption
would be proof-proof.

The only company in the world
capable of defending

against P versus NP technology.

Oh, Cyril refused; money
didn't mean anything to him.

He wanted the acclaim.

But when we found out
that he was working with

a man named Felix Soto,
we... infiltrated

his home, as well.

We took some photos
of the work they'd done.

It was a total waste of time.

They weren't anywhere
near a solution.

That's not our understanding.

We took the pictures
to an expert.

She said they were
nowhere near figuring it out.

Can you tell us her name?

Uh, Tanya Barrett.

She wrote a bunch of articles

on P versus NP
a few years ago.

You talk to her, she'll confirm
everything I just told you.

I'm sorry I didn't tell you
everything I knew yesterday.

I just didn't think my work
with Linus had anything to do

with Felix Soto's death.

Did you know when you reviewed
the pictures of their work

that they had been
obtained illegally?

I had a feeling,
but I didn't press it.

The university had cut two
of my classes this year.

I needed the money.
It's my understanding

that you told Mr. Roe that
the calculations were no good.

That was a lie, correct?

From the second I saw it,

I knew that the work was
Felix and Cyril's.

They had taken
P versus NP

farther than I'd
ever seen anyone.

And still, they were only
a third of the way through.

They had years of
work ahead of them.

I thought if I told Linus
that the work was bogus,

that he'd back off.

I knew it was wrong.

But so was what Linus was doing.

I guess I convinced myself
that one bad thing

could cancel out another.

You're a dog owner, correct?

Boston terrier?

How'd you know that?

You registered him with the city

when you procured
a pet license in 2010.

We found some dog hairs

on Cyril Nauer's body
that we think

were transferred
from the killer.

DNA test showed it came from
a Boston terrier.

Guess what else you registered
with the city.

.9 millimeter handgun in 2009.

It's precisely
the same kind of weapon

used to perforate Misters Soto
and Nauer two nights ago.

This gun was stolen from
my apartment last month.

There was a burglary.
I filed...

You filed a police report.
Yes, we know.

Only, the gun wasn't
stolen, was it?

You wanted to be
able to say it was

in the event someone linked
you to the two murders.

Maybe you thought
you could build

on what Soto and Nauer had done.

Carry their ball
over the goal line.

In great success,
you claim the Millennium Prize

and one million dollars.

Maybe you were hoping
to sell the solution

to Linus Roe yourself someday,
make even more money.

This is insane.

I didn't kill anyone.

Then you shouldn't have
any problem accounting

for your whereabouts between

9:00 and 10:00 p.m.
two nights ago.

I was at dinner with
a friend in Midtown.

I got to the restaurant
around 8:30.

I didn't leave
until after 10:30.

My friend's name
is Wayne Kaneshiro.

I suggest you
contact him.

So, still trying to track
Wayne Kaneshiro down,

but in the meantime,
I reached out to that restaurant

Ms. Barrett said she went to.

They said they'd e-mail me
the security footage

from two nights ago.

There we go.

I see two underage drinkers,

an affair-in-progress
and a bartender

who's been stealing
from the till.

Not a single
college professor.

Hold up.

Hold up.

8:37.

That's about 20 minutes
before Felix Soto was shot.

Skip to the end.

See when she leaves.

She was telling
the truth.

She's not our shooter.

So, you won't go for a jog
along the river

but you will do sit-ups
facing a wall at 2:00 a.m.

Detective Bell texted to
say that he had located

Tanya Barrett's
dining companion,

Wayne Kaneshiro.

As if the video evidence
weren't enough,

he has confirmed
that he was with her

between 8:30 and 10:30
the night of the murders.

We remain devoid
of a suspect.

Calisthenics stimulates
the heart,

which increases blood flow
to the frontal lobe,

which stimulates
deductive thinking.

Also, the river smells
like rancid cod.

What is up
with the nerd brigade?

These are the other contenders
to the P versus NP throne.

We may be wrong
about Tanya,

but perhaps we were right
about the killer's motive.

Well, how would
they have known, uh,

how much progress Soto
and Nauer made? I mean...

you don't think there were more
people spying on them, do you?

Watson, conundrum.
Conundrum, Watson.

Oh.

On another matter,
and against my better judgment,

I've decided to advance you
the money that you requested.

Oh. Thanks.

Uh, why-why "against
your better judgment"?

You don't think it
the least bit coincidental

that both you and young
Mr. Castoro decided to visit

the cemetery the day
after his father's birthday?

Yes. Of course I do.

But you still want
to give him the money.

It's complicated. You don't know him.
I also know--

as does he-- that you blame
yourself for the man's death.

Because it was my fault.

It was an accident.

And as loathe as I am

to admit it, accidents happen.

Joey's goodwill

obviously means
a great deal to you.

But the fact that he has
on more than one occasion

attached a dollar figure
reveals his character.

Or at least it does to me.

I'm an expert on
poisons, Watson.

I know virtually everything
there is to know about them.

But I've come to learn
over the last few years

that there is nothing on this
planet quite so toxic as guilt.

Are you gonna advance me
the money or not?

It's in th box.

Hey. There's over
$20,000 in here.

I only asked for $5,000.

It's every scrap of cash
I currently have at my disposal.

Consider the difference
a kind of... buyout.

It's a no-strings-attached
transaction which will represent

the end of all business
between you and Joey.

I-I don't understand.

It's quite simple, really.

I'm providing you
with the means

to buy the young man
out of your life.

He gets the money
he needs, you get

the peace of mind knowing that
he'll never approach you again.

I told you. I don't mind
that he approached me.

I do. You've made your mistakes,
Watson. So have I.

And if there's anything that's become
apparent during our time together,

it's that the great majority
of those mistakes

belong firmly in the past. Hmm?

Take the money.
Use it. Consider it

my gift to you.

Have you considered
that Tanya Barrett

might be working with a partner?

Somebody who committed
the crimes for her

while she alibied herself
in Midtown?

Considered and discarded.

Why go to the trouble of allying
yourself with partner

and then arming them
with a weapon

that can be traced back to you?

Hmm, you're right.

That would only make it easier
to connect her to the crimes.

Unless, of course,
that's the intention.

What if Ms. Barrett

is our lead suspect
because someone wants her to be?

Are you saying someone's trying
to frame her?

Professor Barrett,
might I have a word?

I'm late for a class,
Mr. Holmes.

And I don't feel like being
accused of any more murders.

All of my accusations were based
on multiple pieces of evidence

pointing firmly
in your direction.

I've started to think that
might not be a coincidence.

What are you talking about?

Did you happen to mention
to anyone else

that you had seen
Cyril and Felix's work, hmm?

Anyone who might have felt
threatened by their progress?

No, of course not.

Do you have any enemies?
Jilted lover, perhaps?

Or a student unhappy
with a very bad grade?

Are you saying you think
I've been framed?

I'm saying it might explain

why you're such
an alluring suspect.

No. This is crazy.

You're thinking
of someone.

Who is it?

I got out of a long-term
relationship a few months ago.

My ex, Jason, was very upset.

He sent me
a couple of e-mails.

Threatening ones?

I didn't take it personally.

He's always had a temper.

I just thought
he was letting off steam.

These e-mails. Do you think
I might be able to see them?

Give me your e-mail address
and a couple of hours,

and I'll forward you the e-mails

when my class lets out.

Good morning!

I'm sorry.
I don't know either of them.

Their names were Felix Soto
and Cyril Nauer.

Ring any bells?

But you were romantically
involved with Tanya Barrett.

Yes, until
a few months ago.

Who ended the
relationship?

Tanya. What's all this
about anyway?

It's our understanding it was
a pretty... nasty split.

There were some...

unpleasant moments,
like most breakups. Why?

Tanya was nice enough
to share with us

some of the e-mails
that you sent.

On November the 11th,
2012, you wrote,

"You'll be sorry
you let me go.

You've made a
serious mistake".

Uh, December 3, 2012:

"You deserve to be hurt
the way that you hurt me."

Is Tanya trying to get a
restraining order or something?

Because I'm telling you right now...
These two men were shot

and killed with a .9 millimeter
handgun two days ago.

We think that
whoever murdered them

may be trying to frame Tanya
for the crimes.

What are you talking about?

You think I shot these guys?
Just because Tanya dumped me?

Jason, we know
you knew them.

Tanya told us you met them
back when she was writing

her articles
for P versus NP.

I've never seen these guys
before in my life.

Your e-mails tell
a different story.

The threats you made
against Tanya were enough for us

to get a warrant
to search your account.

In another e-mail
you wrote in 2010,

you complained about getting
dragged to interviews

she was doing for her articles,
you mention Mr. Soto

and Mr. Nauer by name, and
you accuse her of caring more

about P versus NP than she
did your relationship.

I didn't write this.

Nor did you place
an online order

for .9 millimeter ammunition
earlier today.

Here's the confirmation,
in case you want

to re-familiarize
yourself.

Makes me think maybe you had
a couple more mathematicians

in your crosshairs.

He wants a lawyer.

Oh, one probably isn't
gonna be enough.

I just got a call
from Stuyvesant Memorial.

That mugger that got shot
outside of Felix Soto's place?

The one who didn't
stand a chance in hell?

He's awake.

Get his statement

before he takes
another turn.

He identifies Jason Harrison
as his shooter,

we got him.

Look, man, I'm
just saying,

why don't you talk to the D.A.

Yeah, tell him to
go easy on me.

Or maybe you can describe
the person who shot you

and take comfort in the
knowledge they won't be back

to finish the job.

She about five-six,
mid-30s, if I had to guess.

You said "she."

Yeah, she.

Long brown hair,

glasses.

Yeah, that's her.

That's the bitch
shot me.

Right after she shot
that other dude in the house.

Are you positive?

She was standing
two feet from me.

All right? That's her.

No doubt.

Benny Charles insists
he was shot by Tanya Barrett.

She, of course,
has an alibi.

She was dining with
Wayne Kaneshiro at the time

and could not have shot
Charles, Soto or Nauer.

And yet... further analysis of
the hairs found on Nauer's body

have confirmed
that they don't come from

just any Boston terrier, but
the one owned by Ms. Barrett.

She also once owned
the same type of handgun

used to commit the murders.

Jason Harrison, meanwhile,

he has means and motive
to frame Tanya.

Several e-mails seem
to implicate him.

But Benny Charles insists

he was shot by Tanya Barrett.

Who has an alibi.

You know we're going
in circles here, right?

We're in a roundabout.

We just need to find
the proper exit.

You're not gonna take
my advice, are you?

You're not gonna pay Joey
to go away.

I think there are better
ways to spend $22,000.

You could buy 8,800 beers,
for example.

Mm, tempting.

But no.

So we're gonna continue

to let him utilize you
as his own personal ATM.

I didn't say that.

You said 8,800 beers, right?

That's only $2.50 a beer.

That's what the
fat man paid.

Put down ten dollars,

left with four beers.

That's pretty cheap, isn't it?

Cheap beer, presumably.

Yeah, but this
is New York,

and that isn't exactly
a dive bar.

The only time you see
drinks that cheap

is during happy hour.

But the time is exactly...

Time stamp says 9:46.

Yeah.

Digital time stamp.

You forgot to carry the one.

Only joking.

I'm sure your maths
is impeccable.

Your plan to get away with
two murders, however...

Are you out of your minds?

The other day, you told us
you had dinner

with a friend in Midtown.

You said you were there
between 8:30

and 10:30,
only you weren't.

You were there
between 5:30 and 7:30.

Oh, that's ridiculous.

You said you got the footage

from the security cameras
in the restaurant.

And it did confirm
your alibi.

According to the
date-time stamp,

you and your friend,
Mr. Kaneshiro,

arrive at 8:37
and leave at 10:44.

Then I don't understand.
Why are you harassing me?

When we met with Linus Roe the
other day, he explained to us

that aside from its applications

in the world
of theoretical maths,

the solution to P versus NP

would have
very real consequences,

very practical consequences,
for computer science.

It would be child's play,

for example,
to hack the hard drive

which stores and records
security footage

in a Midtown restaurant

and add three hours
to the date-time stamp.

A few days ago,
we thought that

you killed
Felix Soto and Cyril Nauer

in the hopes of solving
P versus NP yourself someday.

Now we know you killed them
because you'd already solved it.

You teamed up with a computer
programmer, who could write the code

required to steal
several hundred million dollars

from various
financial institutions.

Problem was,
he needed time

to write the appropriate code
for each one.

Time that you feared

you might not have
when you learned that

Nauer and Soto were
just a hop, skip and a jump

away from their own solution
to P versus NP.

You killed them,
lest they take their work public

and send shockwaves through
the digital security industry.

I don't know where
you're getting this.

Wayne Kaneshiro

is where we're getting this.

Your dinner date
from the other night.

And the computer programmer

you've been working with.

Mr. Kaneshiro had written code

which allowed you
to hack your ex's e-mail...

plant incriminating letters.

He'd given Detective Bell
a statement saying

that the two of you
were in the restaurant

between the hours
of 8:30 and 10:30.

Once we were able to demonstrate
that was a lie,

he told us everything.

Hey.

Hey, sorry I'm late.
That's okay.

So, you said on the phone
you had news.

I've decided to
make an investment.

This is huge.

Um, seriously,
I told my partner...

I'm not investing
in the bar, Joey.

I'm investing in you.

You know, before your
father's surgery, he and I

spent a lot of
time together.

But what you probably don't know
is how much we talked about you.

He was so proud that you were
gonna become an engineer,

and then when you earned
that scholarship, he was...

Anyway, listen, I want to
offer you a new scholarship.

A check for $22,000--

enough to finish your
undergraduate degree.

Um, that is a...

a very generous offer.

But school just isn't for me
right now. Maybe after...

That is the only help that
I feel comfortable offering.

So you... you clearly
have the cash...

but you'll only let me have it
if I do what you think is right.

I want to do what's right by your dad.
My dad.

The one guy who isn't here
right now to help me

because of you.

I'm sorry. Just...

You don't deserve that.

I will support you
in whatever you do.

If you open up a bar,
it'll be my new watering hole.

If you need to talk,
I am just a phone call away.

But I am only going to pay
for your education.

So you tell me,

what do you want?

Hey. What are you doing?

I am taking one last look
at P versus NP.

What do you mean,
"last look"?

The NSA has asked the NYPD
to surrender...

everything and anything
pertaining to the problem,

including Tanya Barrett.

They want her
in federal custody?

They claim it's in the interest
of protecting the country

against her breakthrough.

She alleges
she never kept any hard copies,

and she says she will
only explain her work

in exchange for a deal.

District attorney, however,
has little interest.

So it seems,
in spite of everything...

the proof may not usher
modern encryption

into obsolescence after all.

How was coffee?

Joey said that he would think
about my offer,

but I am not holding my breath.

I thought your plan
was quite clever.

You demonstrated your goodwill
without allowing him

to take further advantage.

You know that if he had
taken me up on that offer,

I was going
to pay you back, right?

You know I have about
as much interest in money

as I do Hummel figurines.

Either way, thank you.

You know, I-I'd quite like
to go with you next time.

To the cemetery.

the mistake that you made,
it, uh...

changed the course of your life.

The man seems to have left
quite an impression, as well.

I'd just like
to pay my respects.

I'd like that.

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