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What do you think?

Not your color.
Pretty sure this is

the only color that
platypus skulls come in.

I'll take it.

Anyway, told you, it's
not for me, it's for Sherlock.

He's into stuff like this.

You name a kid something
like Sherlock, you pretty much

guarantee he's gonna be
into stuff like that.

Actually, his name is
the least odd thing about him.

I'm gonna have to introduce you
one of these days.

I'm hoping this little guy
will distract him for a while.

He's been bored.

No interesting murder cases
in the last couple of weeks.

Oh, poor thing.

You know, if you guys are really
looking for something to do...

Yeah?

Nothing. It's
embarrassing, actually.

Oh, is it?

Look, I was thinking
about you last week

and I was gonna
call you, and I...

I'm trying to find a guy
that I lost track of.

Uh-huh.

A one-night stand.

Jennifer Sayles!

I met him after one of our
girls' nights, actually.

Do you remember, like,
a year ago, drinks in Midtown,

and you bailed early?

Well, I ended up at this
little bar on 42nd,

and... I met Tony.

Okay, does Tony
have a last name?

Look, I know that he's
a photojournalist,

I know that he is amazing
and that we just clicked.

It wasn't just a drunken thing.
It wasn't, I'm telling you.

After the bar, we went
to a gallery opening,

and then we ended up
back at my place.

The whole night, it
was just... perfect.

It was like a movie.

Except he had a flight
first thing in the morning.

Some job in Paris
for a couple of months.

We didn't even
exchange numbers.

Jen, I have to be honest.

I mean, if all you have
is a first name,

I don't even know
where I'd begin.

Anyway, this isn't the kind of thing
that Sherlock and I do.

Yeah, but you're great
at this, right?

You're great at it,
and, Joan, I swear,

I would never, ever
ask you to help me with

something so mortifying

if I didn't think that this guy
might really be the one.

What you are describing
is not a case, it is

a wild goose chase, only at
the end of a proper goose chase

you get to eat a delicious
goose... in this instance,

ur friend gets to find out
that some sweaty Lothario

is not the man
of her dreams.

Do you want to
help me or not?

You are a consulting detective,
you are my partner.

The work you are describing
falls somewhere between

photographing philandering
spouses and finding a lost cat.

I urge you to have
some professional pride.

I do. Okay, she's my friend,
and she asked me for my help.

Anyway, it's not like we have
anything better to work on.

We have cold cases,
dozens of them.

You have been looking
at these for days,

and so far the only things
you have solved are the theft

of a penny-farthing bicycle
and a nonfatal arson case

which is older than my father.

You have not left the house
in a week,

and you're beginning to smell
like old mimeographs.

Be that as it may,

I'm quite certain
that we can do better

than helping your friend
find an MIA pickup artist.

How?
Sometimes, Watson,

when one wants a diamond,
one must resort

to digging in a diamond mine.

For future reference,
a morgue is not a diamond mine.

It's better.

Diamonds are just pressed coal;
Corpses have stories, secrets.

You said
you had an "in" here.

A certain deputy medical
examiner who can be relied

upon to allow me access.

And he's okay with letting
a civilian waltz in here

to shop for a wrongful death
he might have missed because...?

Because he's so competitive,
it borders on illness.

Let me guess...

somebody wants
an ass-kicking?

First time for everything,
I suppose.

This is Joan Watson,
my partner.

This is Dr. Eugene Hawes,
my sparring partner.

Oh, it's nice to meet you.
You, too.

Usual stakes?

My cash against your corpses.

Ponziani?
You think you can

come in here with
that weak stuff?

0 for 19... I think
it's time to call it a day.

I'm seriously starving,
and that is something

that should not be
happening in here.

Well, there's a vending machine
down the hall,

and at least a dozen more bodies,
so we have the makings

of a lovely evening.

Right, this is Leo... Banin.

Killed when his motorcycle

veered across
the yellow line

into an oncoming
minivan.

The driver of that vehicle,
a Melissa Aguire...

was also killed.

Nope, there's no mystery there.

The head wound is
the cause of death

and the reason
we have helmet laws.

We have a case.
Sherlock,

nobody killed this man.

No. But the day he died,

he murdered someone else.

You know, we got a lot
going on here. We always do.

If you're looking
for entertainment,

you don't need to go
shopping at the morgue.

I reviewed your open cases...
Sisyphean drudge work.

Nothing half as interesting
as what we have found.

A traffic fatality?

A professional hit man.

His driver's license
identified him as Leo Banin.

According to
his obituary,

he was happily married,
a deacon at his church,

and an RN at a retirement home.

But before
that, he was a member

of the Rukovskaya Bratva.

Note their distinctive
eight-pointed star.

Detective Bell was kind enough
to run Mr. Banin's fingerprints

through the international
database. Leo Banin

started life as Vitaly Andropov,

an assassin for the Bratva's

Polish outfit. Interpol
believes him responsible

for a string
of gruesome killings

in the Warsaw Wesola district
dating back to 2005.

Later that year,
Leo Banin

sprang into existence.

He began a quiet life
as a nurse in Queens,

got married shortly thereafter,
hasn't been heard from since.

Well, that makes sense.

When you get tired
of killing people in Warsaw,

you retire to a place
like Jackson Heights.

I don't believe
he did retire.

At least not permanently.

These cuts on the
side of his palms,

they are uniform, a
perfect matched pair.

He was wearing gloves when he
lost control of his motorcycle

and slammed into
oncoming traffic.

I don't think that those
are a result of the crash.

I once apprehended
a serial killer

in Kensington who
strung his guitar

with six different
murder weapons.

He had scars on his hands
very similar to those.

Leo's wounds are raw.

I think he garroted someone
the day he died.

Well, not a bad bet, considering
that was his M.O. in Warsaw.

Oh, and now in New York.

Whoever he killed, do you think
he did it on Bratva's orders?

That's one possibility.

There's just one problem.

Unless you have
a garroted corpse

I'm not aware of,

you don't have a victim.

If you don't have a corpse

or a missing persons report,
you don't have a case.

Which is precisely why

we intend to speak to
the assassinurse's wife.

We're hoping she
might be able

to cast some light
on the situation.

Of course I knew the tattoo.

I knew he came here to get away
from an unhappy life in Poland.

A bad life.

I didn't know he...

I can't believe Leo
was a killer.

Were you aware of his
real name... Vitaly?

His name, to me, was Leo.

That was his real name.

Can you think of anyone that
your husband may have...

wanted to harm?

Someone he'd argued with?

You don't know my husband.

Talk to our neighbors,
our friends.

He was a wonderful man.

An hour before
the accident,

he called me to
say he loved me.

Did he give you
that necklace?

We met at the church.

Whatever you say

my husband was,
that was the past.

Finding God changed him.

I see he got a medical
administration degree

a year ago.

It was our dream to open

a senior care center.

He had partners to help.

We were finding investors.

This was his life.

Respectfully, Mrs. Banin...

your husband was
a killer in Poland.

A few days ago,
he killed again.

When the one
that you love

is revealed to
have a dark heart,

it is...

well, it's excruciating.

I speak from experience.

The shock will burn off.

You will feel... anger.

If there is anything
that you can tell us

about who your husband
may have killed,

helping us find
that person,

that is an excellent way to
begin to repair yourself.

I'm sorry.

I cannot help you.

This message
is for Travis Hardwick.

This is Manny Tarkanian.

I have a huge renovation;
It needs to move fast.

I hear that you're
the best builder in Queens.

I'm gonna text you
my contact information.

Please... please get in touch.
Thank you.

Who is Manny Tarkanian, and
why does he have a lisp?

Childhood sledding accident.

But let's not get caught up
in the backstory

of a passing alias.
The question you should

who is Travis Hardwick?

I don't need to ask.

You're gonna
tell me anyway.

Let's begin
with two givens.

Firstly, 76%
of all murder victims

know their assailant.
We, as a species,

we tend to be killed
by the people closest to us...

our friends, our spouses,
business associates.

Secondly,

it certainly appears
that Mr. Banin née Andropov

has resigned his position
as a contract killer,

which makes it even more likely

that the victim
is someone that he knew.

These are bereavement cards,
notes from floral arrangements.

You stole these from Lara's house?
Hmm, yes.

I was hoping to ascertain which of
Leo's closest associates

had failed to send
their condolences.

Luckily for us, in this case,

evidence of absence
is not absence of evidence.

Okay, well, if one of his
friends didn't send a card,

it might mean they're dead.

But you don't even know who
his closest associates are.

We know some of them.

His partners
in the nursing home venture...

all but one sent a note.

Travis Hardwick.
It says here that

he is a real estate developer,
but his online CV

strongly suggests he is more
of a small-time contractor

with very poor reviews.

At present,
Mr. Hardwick is

either very difficult
to reach or very dead.

Well, it is 11:00...
it could be that

he may be asleep rather
than in a shallow grave.

I see. Locating this man is
obviously less important to you

than whatever plans
you have this evening.

Unlike you, I have
an official case.

I'm going to the bar
where Jen met that guy.

You're welcome to come.

No. Your friend
would be better off

employing a gigolo
than a private detective.

She'd be amazed how cheaply
a night of anonymous abandon

can be had.
Is she attractive?

I might be able to provide
the service free of charge.

No.

Can I get you something?
Whiskey, neat.

Hey, the guy at the door
said, um,

you've been working here
the longest.

Only since birth;
It's my dad's place.

Oh.
What's up?

It's just a friend of mine met
a guy here about a year ago, so...

Oh, yeah. I think
I remember him.

He likes alcoholic
beverages, right?

Well, I was hoping
he might be a regular here.

His name is Tony.

He's a photojournalist.
Sorry.

What's this all
about, anyway?

Uh, nothing.

Just... it was a long shot.

Hey. Hey!

Um, this place must be
pretty crazy on Brazilian Day,

huh?
What, are you kidding?

Little Brazil is pretty much
just this block, so, like,

half the parade ends up in here
every year, and it's madness.

Uh, thanks.

Thanks. That's really helpful.

Here it is.

Hit play.

You can see Leo followed
Travis to his truck that day.

Your boss' truck...

does it have a LoJack?

I don't think so.

What is it you think
happened to Travis?

We don't know that
anything happened to him.

We just want
to make sure he's okay.

Hey. I said you could come in

and see the tape,

not go through his stuff.

If your boss is okay,

I strongly suspect
that he will not notice

his filing system
has been violated.

So, unexpected three-day
absence from work...

did you think
of calling the police?

Clients are in here every month
bitching about something...

the work's slow, there's
money missing, whatever.

Travis pisses a lot
of people off.

Leo was really scary
that day, but Travis

kept saying, "It's under
control, it's under control".

I didn't worry 'cause a little
while later he sent me a text,

- said he was headed to Jersey.
- Jersey?

He has an uncle, lives out
in Newark; I figured he went

to borrow more money...
it's happened before.

Well, I'm not so sure
that he sent

that text or that he even went
to New Jersey.

"Pouring the
concrete today".

Wait a second, did you
just read his lips?

The construction site of Leo
Banin's nursing care facility.

Difficult to imagine
a more ideal place

to dispose of a body than
the foundation of a building.

It's a shame, really...
the world will never know

what an elder care facility
run by a former assassin

would look like.

There's Travis' truck.

If he did leave here,

he didn't use his own vehicle.

So, if this is his
final resting place,

I guess the question is,
where do we dig?

We?
Us.

The police.
Captain Gregson wants a body.

Hey, you know what?
This might be something.

The concrete over here
is a little darker.

Could be they were working
construction overnight.

Or it might mean that Leo
poured a fresh patch over here.

Maybe Travis is
buried under it.

No, we're wrong.

Travis isn't here.

Travis,

you're alive.

That's unfortunate.

I just want to be
clear here, okay?

You guys are not cops, right?

Oh, oh, man.

I-I really thought
you were cops.

I mean, the girls...

they definitely
thought you were cops.

So, you thought I was dead, huh?

We just need to know everything
you can tell us about Leo Banin,

and then you can, um,
then you can resume your activities.

Oh, yeah, right.

Right, Leo.

You said he was dead.

Poor guy, huh?

So, how'd you guys know
I was in here, anyway?

Actually, it was
a concert ticket.

You had a stub
in the cab of your truck.

The date and time
suggested that

you survived
your visit from Leo.

After the show,
you returned

to the building site
and you haven't left since, and.

I know this because there are
no tracks behind your truck.

It rained that night,
hasn't since.

Anyway, you've been here

snorting cocaine
and underwhelming

a string of affordable
prostitutes ever since.

Uh, I wouldn't say
underwhelming, pal.

Your secretary
showed us a video

of Leo confronting you
outside of your office.

He seemed very angry.
Well, yeah,

I just told him that
his nursing home

was pretty much kaput;
We ran out of money.

You don't appear to be
completely out of money.

No, I-I was until Leo
pushed some on me,

and I told him, 25 grand
wasn't gonna be enough

to bail us out...
He gave you $25,000?

Yeah. He said
he went to a loan shark.

To tell you the truth,
I felt kind of bad taking it,

'cause it wasn't gonna move
the needle... but, hey,

dog's got to eat, right?
So I figure live it up

on St. Leo's dime,
party till Chapter 11, baby.

Did he identify
the loan shark by name?

No. What are you doing?

We should leave this gentleman
to his after-party.

Hey, that's
my money, pal.

Actually, this is
Leo Banin's money.

That cocaine, however,
that's entirely yours.

"J-G-9-

3-"
Do you want to tell me

why you're so sure that
this money was stolen?

I mean, I know that Travis said
it came from a loan shark,

but...
Look at it, Watson.

What do you see?

Well...

all the bills
look pretty old.

I mean, maybe
it's from the '90s?

$20 bills do not
last in circulation

more than four
or five years.

All of the money
Leo gave to Travis

was at least
12 years old.

One old bill,
that's a rarity;

A stack of old 20s
from a loan shark...

astronomically unlikely to be
of legitimate provenance.

You were right.

My friend at the Bureau
says these bills were flagged.

The cash you found was taken
in a bank robbery back in 2001.

Looks like the guys
who did the job are still

locked up at Otisville, but half
the cash was never recovered.

We have reason to believe

it was recently
distributed by a loan shark.

Well, Russell Gertz was a name
that kept popping up.

Feds suspected the stolen cash
ended up with him.

Couldn't make a case.

Gertz is a moneylender,
used to run a book.

Collared twice, never indicted.

Mr. Gertz is a cautious man...
waited over a decade

before putting his dirty tender
out on the street.

Or maybe Leo garroted
him and took it.

You have an address
for this Mr. Gertz?

Not a current one.

He's got a judgment against him
for unpaid parking summonses.

City marshals
can't find the guy.

Hmm.

It's official...

I am superior in every way

to the New York City Marshals.

You figured out
where to find Gertz.

His sister Ida owns a
nail salon in Bushwi.

Somehow the business
has managed to survive

for over 20 years,
despite being located

in a heavily industrial
part of town.

Not another beauty-related business
in a ten-block radius.

Well, sounds like a front.
Indeed. What's that?

I was able to get
a little traction

on the thing I was
helping my friend with.

The case of the century?
Yeah.

I mean, she met the guy
over Labor Day weekend,

on the day of the
Brazilian Day parade.

Okay, the place she met him
is, like, the heart

of Little Brazil...

it would have been
wild that night. So...

So you thought the local
news media might have footage

from the bar that evening.
Yeah. Well, you know, they love

all that stuff... celebrations and parades.
So I called Channel 3

and I asked around, and sure enough,
they have B-roll from that night.

So if I'm lucky,

Jen and her mystery man
are gonna be on it. - I'm sorry,

I cannot indulghe this
trifle any longer.

We have a real case.

Russell Gertz's nail salon cum
loan-sharking lair awaits.

And I will be there
in a minute.

It was me.

I slept with your friend...
ravaged, actually.

I'm Tony.
I'm on that tape.

She has a beauty mark here,
she has size six feet,

she bites her nails and
thankfully nothing else.

Sherlock...

Sherlock...
It was a year ago.

You had only recently
taken up residence here

as my sober
companion.

On those rare occasions that
you would allow me a few hours

unchaperoned time,
I followed you.

Usually you went jogging
or to the store.

It was not a riveting
surveillance detail,

I assure you.
But on one of those occasions,

I saw you with Jennifer.

Having gleaned little
about you to this point,

I saw an opportunity, hmm?

I waited until you'd gone,
and then I approached,

as Tony from Long Island,
with the intention

of steering the conversation
towards you.

Now, we didn't end up
discussing you so much as...

You seduced her.

Actually, it was she

who initiated
our dalliance.

She's an aggressive and,

I may say, limber woman,

your friend.
It was good.

Evidently, not as memorable
for me as it was for her...

Enough, enough. I don't
even know where to begin.

I mean, I guess we could start

with the, the major
betrayal of trust

that you just sort of
breezed past.

You used to follow me?
It was not a breach of trust.

We did not have this yet.
You were new.

In order to allow you
into my confidence,

I needed to get a sense of you.
Once I was satisfied

your intentions
were sincere, I stopped.

I have not violated
your privacy since. Hmm?

And I...

apologize.

I was wasting my time,
and you knew it.

You could've just told
me what you'd done

when I told you
about the case.

Okay, and you know what?

Apologizing to me
isn't gonna fix this.

There may well be
a dead loan shark

waiting for us
in a Bushwick nail salon,

so perhaps a solution
will present itself on the way there.

Alive. Again.

Why can't anyone
be dead today?

Mr. Gertz, my name
is Sherlock Holmes.

This is Dr. Joan Watson.

We are consulting detectives
for the NYPD.

Okay.

That's an ugly bruising
on your arm.

No ligature marks.
I thought perhaps he had

survived an attack
from Leo Banin,

but obviously you
were accosted by someone else.

Leo who?

You know Leo.

You loaned him $25,000.

Sorry. I don't know
what you're talking about.

Want to ask me some
questions, you're gonna have

to go back and get some real cops.
Mm-hmm.

You want us to do that so you
can empty out your autoclave.

Strangely, it's unplugged.

Stranger still, it's been fitted
with a padlock. I didn't realize

that emery boards and
nail clippers were so valuable.

Is that where you keep

the money that you bought
from that bank job back in 2001?

Or are you smart enough
to keep it someplace more remote?

I've got a deal
for you, Mr. Gertz.

Tell us everything you know
about Leo Banin,

and I will not alert
the various sundry authorities

who might be interested
in your whereabouts.

Leo, uh...

he took care of my mom
before she passed.

He worked at the home.

He was a bit preachy,
but a nice guy,

at least until he learned
what I did, and then,

of course, I was the devil.

And yet he came to you
for a loan.

Ah, he needed 50 grand
to put the nursing home

back on track.
He had no collateral,

so I gave him 25 grand
on the arm.

On account of the fact
that he was nice to my mom.

Now you know
what I know.

Well, I-I disagree.

We still don't know how you
sustained those wounds.

I fell.

I have vertigo.

Ah. Why don't you go and get
a piece of pen and paper,

so you can make some notes,

so you can keep
your story straight

for when you're in custody?

All right, just hold on,
hold on, hold on.

A couple days after
Leo showed up,

I got a visit from
a guy named...

Grigori Andrev.

He's Bratva.

The Russian mob was here?

Grigori knew that I
had loaned Leo money.

Don't ask me how.

You, uh, deal off the books,
it's like a small town,

and he wanted me to help him
track Leo down for him.

Uh, I didn't think it
was such a nice thing

to put the Russian mob
on one of my clients.

So you resisted, and he
threatened to break your arm.

Uh,

turns out I didn't have
anything more than...

what he already knew.

He knew Leo's
home address,

he... his phone,
everything.

I got my arm mangled

for absolutely nothing.

That's the whole story.

Uh, y-you ain't gonna
tell the cops, are you?

You are gonna keep
your word, aren't you?

Sherlock Holmes for Detective Bell.
I don't really

have a problem
with you violating that creep's trust,

but I would have thought you'd
at least given him a-a running start.

I'm not calling about him,
I'm calling about Leo Banin.

Gertz just told us that
the Rukovskaya Bratva

came here cracking heads,
looking for Leo.

A few hours later,
he was dead.

Even if you do believe
in coincidences,

that one strains
credulity, does it not?

Why would the Bratva want
to kill one of their own?

He wasn't one of their own,
hadn't been for quite some time.

Well, coincidence or not,

Leo's motorcycle crash
was ruled an accident.

I think it's time we looked
at that crash site ourselves.

Taxi!

And this time,
we should get some proper help.

Hope you got something good,

dragging half
the precinct out here.

Apparently Leo's old
friends in the Bratva

found out he was
hiding in New York.

Pretty sure they chose this
spot for an unhappy reunion.

Found a couple of these,
just over there.

The tobacco is
an admixture

most commonly found
in counterfeit cigarettes

produced in Moscow.
Whoever smoked these

left more than just
cigarettes. These are

from a .45.

We talked to a loan shark
that Leo borrowed money from.

He told us that a Bratva soldier
by the name of Grigori Andrev

came looking for him.

We think he was the one
who left these.

There are some motorcycle tracks
just over there to indicate.

Leo Banin left the scene
in a hurry.

You would, too,
if Grigori Andrev was shooting at you.

What the hell was Leo Banin
doing way out here?

We're not sure yet,
but the headline is,

the crash that killed
him and the driver

of the other vehicle
was no accident.

The highway patrol... they
didn't conduct a search

this far back...

there was no
apparent reason to.

So they missed
these casings.

They also missed
the bullets lodged

in the telegraph pole
and fence over there.

Now, the shots must have
caused Leo Banin to swerve

into a minivan, killing someone.
You know how

the Bratva like to rotate
their players after a job.

We put the BOLO
for Andrev out wide,

tristate and Chicago.

Wanted on suspicion

- of two wrongful deaths?
- Yeah, Leo Banin

and a Melissa Aguire,
the other driver.

Hey, I got something!

Grigori Andrev.

He's the one
Leo strangled.

I guess you can
cancel this.

Last time I checked, dead men
couldn't pull triggers.

So, if he didn't shoot
at Leo Banin, who did?

That's a little loud.

You know?

Studies have consistently
shown that changes

in one's surroundings,
background noise,

even the angle from which
materials are viewed,

can result in fresh insights.

That was background
noise to you, huh?

Were you able to reach
the Warsaw police?

Yes.

And I got a pretty good
idea why Vitaly Andropov

changed his name
to Leo Banin

and left Poland
in 2005... he stole

100,000 zlotys from
his Bratvian buddies.

That's about 30
grand American, give or take.

Well, perhaps his past caught up
with him the other day.

Anything from ballistics
of note?

Not exactly what
we were hoping for.

Those .45-caliber slugs

taken from the scene
match perfectly to bullets

that we pulled out
of a RICO witness

last year... the guy
was about to testify

against the Russians.

Rumor had it that Grigori
Andrev was the triggerman.

But he was not the shooter
on this occasion.

Unless you think

he was doing target practice
before Banin

garroted him.
No. The shots caused the crash,

so they must have been fired
after Andrev's strangulation

as Leo fled the scene.

Some third party must have
picked up the weapon and fired

at Leo's motorcycle
as it sped away.

Shots went wide,

but they caused him
to swerve and crash.

Is Joan up to speed
on all this?

She's gone with
Detective Bell...

to visit the Good Widow Banin

and explain the true circumstances
of her husband's death.

So, the man
whose body you found,

you believe he was trying
to hurt Leo?

Him and a partner, yeah.

We have reason to believe
that they were part

of the same organization
your husband used to work for.

This idea

that Leo killed someone
right before...

it's been so hard to live with.

I tried to pray
for his soul, but...

your partner

turned out to be right.

I couldn't forgive Leo

for abandoning our faith.

But now you say it
was self-defense.

It's a relief.

Dr. Hawes, anything to report?

The garrote wound is exactly
as thick as the cuts

on Leo Banin's hands.

Wire from earphone buds,
if I had to guess.

And?

The initial toxicology report
came back.

It's interesting... the deceased
was on a carefully managed

mixture of anti-anxiety
and heart meds.

Thing is, you don't just

take a handful of fluoxetine
and a few ACE inhibitors

and hope for the best.

These are medications

that can only coexist
in a delicate balance.

Are you saying that Mr. Andrev
must have had a psychiatrist?

Figured you might want
to track him or her down,

see if they know
any of the names

of the people he worked with...
any luck,

maybe you'll even find
your shooter.

Sorry, Dr. Glassman
is still on a call.

He may be a while.

He understands we are part of
a police investigation, right?

Dr. Glassman's office.

Are you sure this
is the doctor

that wrote the
fluoxetine scrip for Grigori Andrev?

Captain Gregson sent men
to Andrev's home.

I'm told that Dr. Glassman's
name was clearly legible

on his pill bottles.
Oh. I'm supposed to meet Jen.

I'm gonna have
to reschedule now.

You spoke to her?

About you? No.
This is not the kind of news

you break over the phone.

He may have died, you know.

Tony.

Knowing him,
it was something quite heroic.

Excuse me, I'm sorry,
but Dr. Glassman

has an appointment
with a patient in five minutes.

Maybe you could come back
in an hour?

No, I'm afraid I cannot;
I will be dead by then.

What?

I've been feeling a bit down;
I'm thinking

of taking my own life posthaste.

Ms. Watson here is
beside herself about it.

Does that window open?

I'm required by law to take you
back to see the doctor

if you make a threat like that.

But you already knew that,
didn't you?

Mr. Holmes, is it?

You're a police consultant?

Mm-hmm. This is my
partner, Joan Watson,

and I'm pleased to say she's just
successfully treated my depression.

Oh, that's wonderful news.

That means that
you can leave now.

I apologize for lying, but
time is of the essence.

We are in pursuit of a member
of a dangerous criminal syndicate,

the Rukovskaya Bratva.
You treated one of them: Grigori Andrev.

You're smart enough to know

that threatening suicide
would get you in here;

You're certainly smart enough
to know that

doctor-patient confidentiality
prevents me from discussing...

Any living patients,
yes, we know.

But this one is dead.

Strangled
by a male nurse

he was attempting
to assassinate.

What?

Surely you're well acquainted
with Mr. Andrev's sociopathy.

You must have half expected
this day to come.

Dr. Glassman, we know
that you treated him.

Your name is

on the fluoxetine scrip.

You have an obligation
to waive privilege when there is

legitimate concern
about a client's criminal activity.

I'm-I'm sorry.

I, uh...

I didn't want to treat Grigori.

He just showed up one day

and said he had problems.

When I realized what he was
and who he worked for,

I-I was just
too afraid to cut ties.

He was very careful
about what he said here.

He didn't discuss any of the
particulars about his work.

But... there was one name

that-that just came up
multiple times.

Um, Marko Zubkov.

I gathered that
he was Grigori's

right hand for certain...

jobs.

You guys squared away
around back?

We're just questioning
the guy, right?

Is all of this really necessary?
Well, you saw his sheet:

Extortion, racketeering,
three unsolved disappearances.

Marko Zubkov deserves
the full treatment.

He's what we call
a "bad guy".

I don't know why
you're complaining.

You make it work.

Sasha Zubkov?

NYPD. We're here for Marko.

Marko, you look cozy.

Can I see that hand?

What is this?

It's a murder investigation.
A man you knew

as Vitaly Andropov.

Where were you
three nights ago?

Sunday night?

I'd rather not relive it.

You're gonna have to.

If not here,
then at the station.

Impossible.

The doctors say
I'm not supposed to walk.

What doctors?

The ones who operated on me.

You wanted to know
where I was Sunday night?

I was in a hospital.

Because Saturday night I was
mugged by a guy with a knife.

I lunged for the bastard,

he stabbed me twice.

If you don't believe me,
please call the hospital.

They'll tell you.

I was there the whole time.

How did it go at the hospital?

Well, Zubkov's story checks out.

Three nights ago,
he limped into the E.R.

with two stab wounds to his leg

and a tourniquet
tied just below his groin

to stop some serious bleeding
from his femoral.

Claimed he was mugged.

What about the police report?

There was not much to it.
Cops who came took a statement

and a couple of pictures
of the wound.

Zubkov didn't check out
until last night.

How's it going here?

There are over 70 men
with Bratva ties

in the NYPD's photo
manager system.

Those are only the ones
who've been arrested.

The real number of Bratva men
in the tristate area

would be difficult
to approximate.

The man who shot at Leo the
night of his deadly accident

might not even be here.

Okay, that is...

depressing enough for me.

I'm gonna go to bed.

Have you given any more thought
to the "dead Tony" idea?

Okay, that is not an idea.

That is just another lie.

While I detest nothing more
than willful ignorance,

I have come to believe
that in certain matters,

ignorance bestowed
can be a gift.

Your friend Jan... she
seemed like a nice person.

She deserves neither
shame nor heartbreak.

Okay, first of all,
her name is Jen, not Jan.

And regarding
shame and heartbreak,

you should have
thought of that a year ago.

You're quite certain
someone with Zubkov's injuries

couldn't have snuck
out of the hospital

for just a few hours?
Not without starting up

the bleeding again
and not without being seen.

Wouldn't be the first person
to sneak undetected

from a hospital...
I've done it myself.

Yeah. Well, you have
never had injuries

like that.
Mm.

This is the tourniquet?
Yeah.

Probably saved
his life.

We've been operating
under a misconception.

I think it's possible
that the attack on Leo

was not the first attempt
the Bratva made on his life,

but the second.

If I'm right...

I may also know
who shot at him that night.

Thank you
for waiting,

Mrs. Banin... I know you've
been here quite a while.

I owe you
more than patience.

Your officers have
been very kind to me.

They said you had
some questions.

We do.

All right.

Is this... a man?

Obviously it is a man.

Good.

Does he have a nose?

Yes.

Excellent.

I don't understand.
Who was that?

Why did you
show me his picture?

Oh, come on,
you know Marko Zubkov.

You saved his life when
he tried to kill your husband.

Do you
recognize... that?

It's the tourniquet you tied
around Marko's leg after Leo stabbed it.

You know how we know?
Because of the fabric.

It's the same as the drapes
in your living room.

We've been wondering
how the Bratva found Leo

after so many years in hiding;
Turns out the answer

was right in front of us...
you told them where he was.

You let Mr. Zubkov
into your home

before you left
the other day,

so he could lie in wait.
This was Saturday, before the accident.

Only Leo turned out
to be quite formidable, didn't he?

He was much more than
Mr. Zubkov could handle,

even with the element
of surprise.

Leo fought him off,
stabbed him in the leg,

and fled.
You came home,

expecting to find
a dead husband.

Instead, you
find a mobster

bleeding to death
on your floor.

The tourniquet you
rigged up from your drapes

saved his life,
so congrats.

You told us your
husband called you

shortly before he died, only it
wasn't to tell you that he loved you...

it was to tell you that
he'd been attacked,

it wasn't safe, and to
meet him in Far Rockaway.

So you hatched a plan
with Grigori Andrev.

He would get there first, lie in wait,
you would meet with Leo,

you distract him,
so that Andrev could attack him.

Must have shocked you to see

your husband in action,
dispensing with Andrev.

Shocked and scared you,
'cause now he knows

that you're in on it.

So you don't have a choice.

As Leo flees...
you picked up Andrev's gun.

You missed,

but the shots fired
were enough

to cause the crash and
kill an innocent woman.

This is an outrage.

I loved my husband.

That man out there...
I've never seen him before in my life.

Right. So you won't
mind that he just saw you

looking at a picture of him,

nodding in the affirmative to
questions posed by the police.

Why are you doing this to me?

Why do you try
to get me in trouble?

The reason we had you waiting
so long this morning

is because we needed time
to search your home.

We got a warrant...
we found the evidence

for the attack
on your husband.

Bullet holes
in your wall

and bloodstains
on your carpet.

You covered the bullet holes
up with pictures, but...

the bloodstains,
you missed a bit.

No. If what you say is true,
there was an attack,

these men, these mobsters,
they cleaned it.

Oh, I'm sorry,

they hung new stuff on your
walls and you didn't notice?

You can either keep lying to us,

or you give us Zubkov.

You don't, we're
gonna let you both go,

and we're just
gonna build our case.

You can take your chances
with the Bratva on the outside.

Leo had his secrets,

but I knew enough; I forgave.

That's what we are taught to do.

But not him.

He couldn't forgive
when he found out

what brought me
to the church.

I needed money when I was young.

I did...

movies.

To pay to come
to America,

I had to.

One of his friends,
he saw these films,

and then...

it was over.

Leo asked me for a divorce.

We put every penny
into that nursing home,

and now he's
going to leave?

And I will have nothing?

No.

I knew there was a price
on his head,

so... I made the call.

Hi.
Hey.

Sherlock told me everything.

Wha...? H-He came
to see you?

Earlier today.

He apologized,
and he made it

very clear that you had

no idea what he'd done
until the other day.

I was really impressed,
by they way...

the way you tracked him down,
finding that footage...

Jen, I know that you thought
he was the one, but...

No, no, no, Joan,
it's okay. Seriously.

I-I... appreciate you
getting to the bottom of it,

but I...
I have closure now.

It happened again.

You slept with him.

What? No.

Yes. You are such
a terrible liar!

Okay, I guess
this is what I get,

being friends
with a detective.

He just was so sweet
about everything

and making sure that things
were right between you and me

and telling the truth...
And getting in your pants.

Actually...
I came on to him.

But here's the good news.

Now I know it was
totally superficial.

That guy is completely
out of my system.

Well, you were
right, Watson.

Honesty... unquestionably
the best policy.

I want you to know I
think it's really great,

you doing what you did
today for Jen,

so she can finally have a baby...

I don't think I've ever
seen her so happy.

She did tell you
she was ovulating, right?

I almost had you.

Yes, almost.