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Sorry, could you
replace those cones?

Could you put
those back, please?

These vehicles are going to destroy
the integrity of the scene.

Who the hell are you?
We're consulting detectives.

Sherlock Holmes.
I've been asked

to examine this crime
scene, presumably before

all the evidence
has been trampled.

It's okay, just do your job.

"Roosevelt Island Bridge.

Single gunshot victim""

Your cordial invitation,
not 20 minutes ago.

If you're under pressure to
reopen the bridge to traffic...

Whoa, whoa, relax.

We solved this one without you.

Killer's being charged
as we speak.

Bell's interviewing him
down at the station.

Well, I wish you'd told us

about this development;
it saves us a trip.

There aren't
any witnesses.

I was hoping you two
could take a quick look

and help us
maybe shore up our case.

Well, doesn't sound
like you had a case.

How'd you make an arrest?

Well, before she was killed,

the girl called us and told us
who was about to shoot her.

That helped.

Her name is Samantha Wabash.

She dialed 911 last night
and told the operator

she was being followed
by a man that she knew well,

a Lucas Bundsch.

He owns a recording studio
in Tribeca

and a .38 caliber
revolver.

She was convinced
that he had

abducted and butchered
her sister

six years ago.

Did he?

He was never
at the top of our list.

He even passed a polygraph test.

Sometimes, when a murder
doesn't get solved,

the family gets stuck.

They need a vessel
for all their anger.

They tend to fixate
on a suspect.

Well, if he didn't
commit the crime,

then why was he stalking her
with a gun?

One theory: sick of being
falsely accused.

I mean, she had investigators
hounding him for years.

Filing civil suits
that would get bounced back

for lack of evidence.

Made his life
a living hell.

Her 911 call
made it sound like

she thought she had
pushed him too far.

Yes, it's certainly what
she wanted you to believe.

This woman shot herself.

What?

This was a suicide.

A very tidy frame-up.

There was no gun found,
there's no GSR on her hands.

Consider the staging.

On a bridge, next to a railing.

The shooter fired
at remarkably close range.

So, we're to believe, what?

He, uh, he chased her down,
and then he...

got up against
the railing like this?

Well, it's more plausible
than a woman

throwing her gun in the river

after she shoots
herself in the head.

That's what
the wire was for.

These scratches here.

The metal
beneath them is shiny.

They're new.

They're made just last night,
when a weight of some sort

pulled the gun
out of her hand,

over the edge,
after the shot.

I imagine she had a...

rag of some sort
wrapped around her hand

to protect from gunshot residue.

Drag the river beneath this
spot, you'll find the weapon.

Yeah?

Really?

Holmes and Watson
are coming to you.

Bell says our guy
wants a polygraph.

Innocent people often do.

I'll get some
divers down there.

In the meantime,
until we find something,

I'm going to pursue
the more obvious explanation.

I think we have
a different definition

of the word "obvious."

You look comfortable,
Mr. Bundsch.

I have nothing to hide.

As a rote recitation

of well-established facts,
today's proceedings

will rival the monotony
of an evening

of Trivial Pursuit.

All right, we're good here.

I'm gonna
ask you a few questions

for a baseline, then some
yes or no questions

based on your conversation with
Detective Bell, all right?

Your name
is Lucas Bundsch?

Yes.

Do you plan on

lying here today?

No.

Did you murder Samantha Wabash?

No.

Do you know where your gun is?

My place was burglarized.

I reported my gun
stolen last week.

And you were at work

between midnight and
2:00 a.m. last night?

Yeah.

I was mixing a record
until around 4:00 a.m.

What is it?

Hey. Captain says you
guys can shut it down.

They found the gun
in the river

tied to a dumbbell
and a towel.

What?

Looks like Ms. Wabash
shot herself.

Mr. Bundsch, I want to

thank you for
your cooperation today.

Sorry, just
one more question,

Mr. Bundsch.

Six years ago, did you
kill Allie Wabash?

I've said it a thousand times.

No, I did not kill Allie Wabash.

Very good,
thank you very much.

Hmm.

Good enough.

Hey, what was that
about the sister's case?

I think I made a mistake
on the bridge this morning.

I should have let
Samantha Wabash frame that man.

The hell are you
talking about?

I think Lucas Bundsch
may well be a serial killer.

♪ Elementary 2x09 ♪
On the Line
Original Air Date on November 21, 2013

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Lucas Bundsch did not shoot
Samantha Wabash last night.

At the scene,
I would have pegged

the likelihood of
his innocence at 98%.

That figure now stands at 100%,

as it has become clear that she
stole his gun and shot herself.

You were right. We know this.

Yes and no.

I've come to believe that
the recently departed Ms. Wabash

was correct about
the murder...

of the previously
departed Ms. Wabash.

I am 90% certain
that Lucas Bundsch

killed Allie Wabash
six years ago.

We think he's
a serial killer.

Lucas Bundsch
measured his breathing

throughout
the polygraph questioning.

Also, his mandibular action,
at several points,

was consistent with someone
who is biting their tongue.

Do you plan
on lying here today?

No.

A pain sensation
like that

elevates your heart
rate just a tick.

He bit his tongue during
the control questions

to set the baseline, then
repeated it later twice.

Bundsch had no need
for the trick when he was asked

about Samantha Wabash,
but he did it again

when asked about his
whereabouts last night.

That's not damning
in and of itself.

He had nothing to do
with the shooting, so...

the bite might just mean
he values his privacy.

But he did it again when
I asked about Allie Wabash.

There's a reason
polygraph results

are inadmissible in court:
they're iffy.

But I'm pretty sure
the same could be said

for anyone claiming
to be a human lie detector.

He had deodorant on his hands.
We shook before he left.

Either there was traces
of roll-on antiperspirant

on his fingers, or the man's
skin naturally secretes

a distinctly chemical
sea breeze scent.

The examiner has every subject

wash their hands, but unless
you really scrub it off,

the sensors can get fooled;
you don't sweat.

Bundsch was innocent of
the shooting on the bridge.

If he didn't kill Allie,

then why plan ahead
to beat the polygraph?

Let's get Coventry up here.

He's the detective that caught

the Allie Wabash
disappearance in '07.

Got to think
he'll have an opinion.

You're barking up
the wrong tree.

What makes you so sure?

No suspect in
the Allie Wabash case

got more attention
than Lucas Bundsch,

and for no good reason.

We only looked at him to humor
the girl's sister, Samantha.

You just got a taste
of her brand of crazy.

When you lose someone,
Detective, and the killer

is still at large, it's a short
walk to madness; I can attest.

I'd like to think I
wouldn't take my own life

to frame a guy, just 'cause
he gave me the creeps.

That's all this was.

Six years ago, Bundsch
is a part-time mover,

he's working a job
in Allie's building

when Samantha comes for a visit.

She sees him moving a fridge

on a hand truck
near her sister's place.

She knocks on the door,
doesn't get an answer.

Never sees Allie again.

Naturally, this means
Bundsch killed her.

Well, it's not much,
but it's not nothing.

Read the file;
Allie left Samantha

a voice mail the next day.

It was only after that call
she dropped off the map.

Two weeks later, she ended up
in a Dumpster in Midtown.

Grizzly stuff.

So, even after the voice mail,

Samantha fixated on Bundsch.

She even put a private
investigator on him. Nada.

Still, she's in here
pitching theories.

"What if Bundsch
held a gun to Allie's head

when she left a message?"
He didn't.

She was caught
on a traffic cam

near Penn Station leaving
the message, alone.

The whole time,
Bundsch is Mr. Understanding,

passed a poly--
what more can you ask?

Well, as we told you,

he employed
several counter-measures

whilst hooked up
to the box today, so...

Were you present for
his polygraph in 2007?

Of course I was.
Did you not hear what I said?

Did you not hear what I said?

Six years ago, he must surely
have falsified his polygraph.

I got work to do.

Detective, I intend
to pursue this matter.

Go ahead. I intend
to go get lunch.

Is that all
right with you?

No, not particularly.

I'm trying to clear up
two messes--

one is mine and one is yours.

What I require from you is

the most complete picture
possible of your investigation.

Not just your files
but also your recollections,

however incomplete
and foggy they may be.

What the hell is this
supposed to be, oversight?

Take it easy, Gerry.

You don't think I know
how to do this job?

I think a generous assessment
would be

that you are well aware
of your duties,

but your performance
is a little bit impaired.

Listen to me!
Hey, hey, hey!

Knock it off,
both of you, now.

All right, show's over.
Everyone back to work.

All right, you've got
the detective's case file,

now you two work it alone.

Cut him a wide berth.
We will.

I'd not previously
imagined there existed

the P.I. equivalent
of fast food.

Look at this monstrosity
that Samantha's

so-called
investigator constructed.

Yes, curse his attempt

to communicate
information clearly

with his audience in mind.

Detective Coventry.

I found his ineptitude
quite vexing myself,

but you really mustn't let...

I think you were
too hard on him.

This is the same
Detective Coventry

who botched the Allie Wabash
investigation.

He missed mandibular action when
he interrogated Lucas Bundsch

six years ago;
I missed it today.

He has 25 years experience
and training; you do not.

Actually, that's a good point:
he's a veteran cop.

Isn't that worth some respect,

especially in a room
full of other cops?

If there's
anything of note

on that footage,
you are increasingly

less likely to observe it.

It's the Uggs;
they're bothering me.

It was 2007,
those glorified slippers

were a veritable pox
on your streets.

Yes, but this was July,
and those things are hot.

Okay, is it me,

or does it look like
she's favoring her left leg,

like she sprained her
ankle or something?

I think her ankle's fine,

save for the fact that there
may be a bomb attached to it.

What?

Samantha's investigator

ransacked Bundsch's trash

the week after
Allie went missing.

The contents were mundane,
but they warranted

a bullet-pointed list,
nevertheless.

Two things stand out.

Broken alarm clock
and a pound of grey fondant.

You think he built
a bomb out of icing?

I think he built something
that looked like a bomb.

Grey fondant,
when properly shaped,

is almost identical
to several forms of plastique.

Hmm?

You woke up in a madman's lair
with the guts of an alarm clock

wired to that, you'd deliver
any message he told you to.

You expecting anyone?

No.

Sherlock!

Hi.

Lucas.

I didn't catch
your name earlier.

Speak of the devil.

How can we help you,
Mr. Bundsch?

Well, your colleague,
Detective Coventry,

came by my studio
earlier, and...

well, he asked me
about Allie Wabash

and the polygraph
that I had taken.

I guess he was just
doing his due diligence

or whatever, but, uh...

didn't seem like he was
the one with the questions.

And he provided
our address?

Yeah, so I could
clear the air.

We were just discussing
Detective Coventry, weren't we?

How good he is at his job.

Won't you please
come in?

I like your place.

Walls are
a bit thin.

They'd never hold back
our blood-curdling screams,

but we call it home.

Would you like some ice
for your tongue?

We saw you cheat
on the polygraph this morning.

You bit your tongue
during control questions.

You did it again
when you said

you were working
last night.

I was working last night.

Alone, right?

I made a bunch
of calls on my cell phone.

Go ahead, check my records.

They'll show you
that I was at my studio.

Since you have
so very graciously

made yourself
available to us,

I would rather discuss
the particulars

of how you abducted
Allie Wabash.

It must have been difficult
to move a refrigerator

with an unconscious woman
in it all by yourself.

How is it that
a consultant for the NYPD

can be so confused over

something as simple
as a timeline?

Allie called her
sister the next day.

There's a tape.

She was alone.

We know about the bomb,
Mr. Bundsch.

The one you strapped
to her ankle.

She didn't know
it was a fake, of course,

which is why she carried out
your instructions.

Yours was not a perfect crime.

You were spotted by your
victim's sister at the scene,

and so you concocted
a fondant-based method

for exculpating yourself.

I'm curious.

Did you come here tonight
hoping to scare us?

Or are you just being
a good predator?

How many others have there been?

I'm sorry.

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

Then I do believe
we're done here.

You know,
Samantha fixated on me

after her sister died.

It ruined her life.

I really hope that you don't
make the same mistake.

So I took the trouble

of compiling
a list of suspects

in other ongoing
murder investigations.

Perhaps you'd be
good enough to disseminate

our address
to them as well.

Perhaps you'd be
good enough

to kiss my ass.

Did you tell Lucas Bundsch
where they lived or not?

The guy didn't do it, Tom.

There wasn't any harm.

Giving a killer
our address aside,

you have taken our best
investigate option

off the table.

Surveillance is now
virtually impossible.

That's deducing, right?

Holmes is right.

We could've put eyes on him.

Now his guard is gonna be up.

How many times
I got to say it?

Bundsch isn't a suspect.

He did it, okay?

He killed Allie Wabash
and others.

What are you
talking about?

The private investigator
that Samantha Wabash hired

thought that Allie's murder
may have been

the work of a serial killer.

But his efforts
at victimology failed

because they focused on Allie's
physical characteristics.

But the real link between her
and the other victims

was geographic.

Lucas Bundsch
worked as a mover

before he became
a sound engineer.

It's how he
and Annie Wabash

crossed paths
in the first place.

We now know that
between 2008 and 2011,

two other women went
missing from buildings

which he helped clients
move into or out of.

Denise Todd.

Abducted
April 11, 2008.

She was held for
almost two months

before she was killed.

Her body was discovered
in a landfill in June.

Kathy Spalding.

She went missing
October 9, 2011.

She was presumed dead
when her bloody clothing

was found in a Dumpster
several blocks from her home.

Every mover, plumber
and mailman in this city

has worked in
multiple buildings

where crimes have
been committed.

This seems like
a real connection to me.

Suit yourself.

What's your next move?

Forwards.

Watson and I will...
Split up.

Detective Bell
and I will talk

to Kathy Spalding's family,

see if Bundsch's name
or face is familiar.

You take Denise Todd's.

Even after all this time,
every time the phone rings,

or there's a knock at the door,
I think it's gonna be her.

But now...

if you think
that she was taken

by somebody who killed
two other women...

You sure you've never
seen him before?

You said that he moved
one of our neighbors?

I-I'm sorry, no.

Is there anyone
you can talk to?

A friend,
maybe a grief counselor?

I have joined this
online support group

for, um...

friends and family
of murder victims.

Somehow,

it's less of an admission
that she's gone

to-to talk about her
in a chat room

instead of an actual room.

These other women
that you think

the guy took,
you said their...

bodies were found?

- Hi.
- Hey.

Club soda, please.

Sure thing.

You were out of line today.

You know you're embarrassing
yourself, don't you?

I'm embarrassing myself?

I'm telling you this
as your friend.

Thanks for
looking out for me.

You got your whole
command, good cops,

listening to this guy
second-guess their work.

It's not good
for morale.

Morale? Let me tell you
what's good for morale.

Holmes closes cases--

more and faster than
anyone I've ever seen.

I got great guys
under my command,

but every one of them
could learn something from him.

I want him
off my case.

You're a good
detective, Gerry.

For a second,

I thought maybe you were
gonna be a great one.

But instead of grinding,

you sit on that stool

and you bitch
and you moan...

You can think this is
personal all you want.

But half the precinct
thinks you got to be

crazier than this Holmes
guy to put up with him.

I were you,
I'd be careful.

In the meantime,

you don't pull him
off my case,

I'm calling the union.

Maybe you'll take them
more seriously.

Those closest to Denise Todd

have never heard of
Lucas Bundsch.

They have never
seen a man

who looks like
Lucas Bundsch.

I hope your afternoon
was more successful.

Nope.
Everything I had to say

was news to
Kathy Spalding's husband.

There's not much of anything
in these old files, are there?

We know he keeps these women
for extended periods of time.

This would suggest
a lair of some sort.

Ordinarily, I would suggest
we surveil him,

in hopes that he leads us to it.

But Detective Coventry

has made him lowering his guard
nigh on impossible.

You surprised me earlier on,

in the captain's office.

I can't remember the last time

that you suggest
that we work apart.

Did it, perchance,
have anything to do with

the fact that I continue to
lambaste Detective Hip Flask?

Look, I like the guy
as much as you do, okay?

Then why do you seem

to resent me giving him
his comeuppance?

Two weeks ago,

I found this tacked to
a board at the station.

Is that supposed
to be...

Us, relieving ourselves
on a New York City police badge.

This is why
you're upset?

A cartoon?

I'm not naive, okay?
I know how cops can be.

I never assumed we were
universally loved.

But you would prefer I ignore
Coventry's ineptitude,

lest more crude
drawings appear.

You keep blaming Coventry,
but the truth is,

Bundsch would have never
shown up here the other night

if it weren't for you.

Uh, explain.

You wound
Coventry up.

He deserved it.
Yes, but you're the one

who's supposed to be able to
see ten steps ahead, right?

So how is it that you didn't
see any of this coming?

How is it possible
you didn't consider

embarrassing a colleague
could blow up in our faces?

I would hardly consider the man
a "colleague." Well, that's what he is.

Whether you
like it or not.

He wants to put
criminals away just like us.

Just like that cop you scolded
on the bridge yesterday.

Oh, I'm sorry, are you
telling me I need to be nicer?

You can be nice.

I know that you can.

You have this tiny
little zone of courtesy,

but you're only ever willing
to extend it to me.

Listen, I am committed
to this job.

You know that I am.

But to do it well you need,
if not the respect,

th at least the support of
the people that we work with.

So I'm just asking:

what does it cost us
to tread lightly?

I-I've investigated
hundreds of homicides, Watson.

In most cases, the fatal act

is perpetrated in a heated
moment or for calculated gain.

Annie Wabash's death
is a dark outlier.

Her killer was acting
out of monstrous compulsion.

There have likely been others,
there will likely be more

until someone stops
the predator who killed her.

Samantha Wabash gave her life
to do just that,

and then I undid
her sacrifice.

So what does it cost us
to tread lightly

around the people
that we work with?

I'll tell you.

Attention and effort,
which I am not willing to spare.

Hello.

Hi, this is Tim Spalding.
I hope I'm not calling too late.

Not at all.

After you left today,

I was talking with some people
in my online support group.

There's this one lady,
Cynthia Tilden.

She's been a real friend
these last few years.

Anyway, when she heard
the name Lucas Bundsch,

she couldn't believe it.
She knows him.

How?

Cynthia's in the group
because her daughter Bonnie

was killed eight years ago.

The case was never solved.

Bonnie dated Lucas Bundsch
in high school.

Was he a suspect?

No. Cynthia said that he never
crossed her mind

when Bonnie went missing,

but now that the police
think that he might have

committed other murders,
she's got some questions.

I'm confused.
Tim made it sound

like the police were sure
Lucas killed these women.

Well, he's only just reemerged
as a suspect, Mrs. Tilden.

He was dismissed too quickly
in a case six years ago.

He was brought
to our attention yesterday,

and we're becoming more
and more convinced of his guilt.

Mrs. Tilden?

I-I'm sorry.

It's just been
so much to take in.

I've been praying for a break
like this for so long.

Can you tell us a little more

about your daughter's case?

It says here that she was taken
from a school parking lot.

Bonnie was a teacher's aide
at a preschool.

One night, she stayed late
to decorate for Halloween,

but she never came home.

There were signs of a struggle
near her car.

A few weeks later,
they found her.

That fits his pattern
with two of the other women.

When Bonnie was found,

they said she'd been held
for 11 or 12 days.

Now I wonder if he had had her

up at this parents' house
on Oneida Lake.

The Bundsch family
has a second home?

Well, it's just his now;
his parents passed away.

It's the first I'm hearing
of such a residence. You?

You think that's where
he takes his victims?

When did you contact

the Onondaga County
Sheriff's office, Mrs. Tilden?

Dale?

Excuse me?

Our sheriff, Dale Galbraith.
I know him well.

He's been patient with me
all these years.

If you're coming up here
I could arrange for him

to meet you and take you out
to the lake.

Still hasn't shown up?

They're officially late.

I'm having difficulty
imagining what circumstances

would waylay a mother
who's waited eight years

to see justice
for her daughter.

You have her number, right?

Tilden residence.
Lucas Bundsch speaking.

Are you calling for Cynthia?

Where is she, Lucas?

I'm sorry, she can't come
to the phone right now.

Listen to me. You're more
compromised than you imagine.

I suggest you don't make
your situation any worse.

Please, don't tell me
what to do.

I'd like you come over here.

I'll give you ten minutes.

Lucas?

How did he know
we we're coming up here?

911. What's your emergency?

Get me the Onondaga County
Sheriff's office now.

You the one
who called us?

Yes. Where's Cynthia?
She's fine, actually.

Says she's been home alone
all morning.

She may not have
been aware of the intruder.

Have you searched
the residence?

We have men in there now,

but there's no sign
of a break-in.

What's the idea here?

Cynthia Tilden,
I'm Sherlock Holmes.

We spoke
on the phone last night.

You asked us
to meet with you today.

I don't know either
one of these people.

I've never seen
them before.

Your voice,
it's different.

You're not the person
I spoke to, are you?

Mrs. Tilden, did you have
a daughter named Bonnie?

What? No. I don't
have any kids.

I suppose that's not
your phone number, is it?

No. Look, what's
this all about?

We've been duped.

You broke my window?

It wasn't me.

I'll take a polygraph
if you like.

I thought we cleared
everything up the other night.

Do you deny calling me yesterday
and leading me to believe

that you had harmed
an innocent woman?

Of course I deny it.

I underestimated you.

I thought you were
just a serial killer.

Now I know you're a catfish
as well.

Catfish?

Someone who uses social media
to create false identities

most typically for the purpose
of pursuing online romance.

You haven't been
pursuing romance, have you?

You've been creating identities

so you can keep tabs
on your victims' loved ones.

Befriending them in chat rooms
and the like.

It's not enough for you

to slowly torture
someone over time, no.

You want to keep the game going.

You want the ripple effect.

I have no idea
what you're talking about.

Cynthia Tilden--

the real one.

You took her name and her image

and you created a tribute page

to a daughter
that she never had.

Complete with falsified
articles about her murder.

You used Cynthia's identity
to infiltrate a chat room

frequented by Tim Spalding.

You know Mr. Spalding.

You abducted his wife
in 2011.

And when he mentioned
Allie Wabash

during an online
support group meeting,

you saw an opportunity
for a little bit of fun.

You fabricated a relationship

between Cynthia's daughter
and his wife.

And then you call me
and my partner,

and you send us to Syracuse
to humiliate ourselves.

I imagine you used some of
the lovely equipment here

to alter you voice.

Lucas, is everything okay?

Everything's fine, Amy.

Can you click off
the intercom?

You don't want your, uh...
your employees to know

that you've repeatedly abducted,
raped and murdered young women?

That's smart.

You're such
a strange man.

I'm an angry man, Mr. Bundsch,
thanks to you.

I'm curious.

What alter ego did you adopt

to observe Samantha Wabash, hmm?

And-and how did you feel
when her grief

finally drove her
to take her own life?

Was that what
you were hoping for?

I was actually very sorry
to hear about Samantha.

Despite our differences,

I think her death
was tragic.

But maybe it's a
blessing in disguise.

She did have a certain
understanding of

what her sister may
have gone through

in those weeks
before her death.

But what if
the truth was...

was much, much worse?

Lucas!

I sense I should hire
an attorney.

Well, then,
you're wrong again.

Bundsch's lawyer

says his client isn't going
to press charges

at the moment-- could change.

But he's down at court
slapping you and Joan

with a restraining order.

She wasn't even there.

She's your partner.

I suppose he deserves
more credit

for restraint than I do.

Restraining order
is the most effective way

to hobble my investigation.

Much more than a night in jail.

Your investigation, your case,
how this impacts you.

You have any
idea how often

my neck is out for you?

I can offer you
no satisfactory explanation.

It was not a decision,
it was an impulse.

He was gloating.

That is what he does.

He was baiting you,
and you fell for it.

You have sabotaged any hope
of prosecution based on

any of the evidence
you've collected so far.

What you saw at the poly,
your conversations-- out!

Do you think the D.A.'s gonna
put you on the stand now?

What I owe you,
beyond an apology,

is an airtight case
against Lucas Bundsch.

No, no! You are not
getting within a hundred feet

of Lucas Bundsch
or this investigation.

Captain...
You are off the case.

That's final.

How's your hand?

Wet.

Let's take a look.

You know you broke
your finger, right?

Did I?

I know what you're thinking,
you know.

Amaze me.

I should have known better.

Going to Bundsch's place
of business was a...

miscalculation.

It was a mistake.

I should have been nicer
to the man, no?

I should have extended
my zone of courtesy to him.

Asked him very, very politely
if he would confess

to the brutal rape
and murder of three women.

Actually, I think you showed
great restraint

by not beating him to death.

I endangered the investigation.

And there is
no more cardinal a sin.

Well, the restraining order
isn't gonna make things

any easier unless you've figured
a way around that.

"1428 Humboldt. No rush.
The police are already there."

It's from the same
number Bundsch used

to impersonate Cynthia
Tilden yesterday.

Hey.

What are you guys
doing here?

What happened here?

Girl by the name of
Jenna Lombard got snatched up.

Roommate came home,
found the door kicked in.

Jenna's purse was here,
but she wasn't.

So the roommate called 911.

Who invited you guys here?

Lucas Bundsch.
What?

He's the one
that took the girl.

How you know that?

I'll take a wild guess
and say this is the number

he used to yank
your chain yesterday?

Tech assist said it was
a burner phone, didn't he?

Can't be used
to trace back to him,

if that's what you're asking.

I would propose
that we use it

to triangulate his location,
but it's hard to imagine

that he didn't destroy it
after sending the text.

Look, if Bundsch did this...

Which he obviously did.
If he did, you can't be here.

Neither of you.

I'm sorry, Captain was clear.

You're both off the case.

Now, I'll work the number
he used to contact you.

Hope you were wrong about

him destroying the phone,
but other than that...

It's all right, Detective.
We understand.

If you and the captain decide
that we can be of assistance,

please don't hesitate
to call us.

Hey, you figured out something
with Bundsch, didn't you?

How we're gonna get him.

If you didn't, you wouldn't
have left so quietly.

I took the missing girl's
hairbrush out of her purse.

The hairs entwined in it
will be brimming with her DNA.

I don't understand.

You're right, I have figured out
how we're gonna get Bundsch.

Samantha Wabash had
the right idea.

Circumstances have conspired

to keep me from proving
that Bundsch,

amongst other things,
has abducted Ms. Lombard.

So instead, I'm gonna frame him.

Sherlock, you cannot
keep ignoring me.

No, I-I'm not ignoring you;
I was just trying to avoid

a sotto voce discussion
of a criminal conspiracy

in the backseat of a taxi.

W-We are not framing Bundsch.
Nope.

We are not doing anything.

I am undertaking
this task alone.

It was my temper which resulted
in our dismissal from this case.

The restraining order
against us

makes an independent
investigation impossible.

We have no recourse.

I have no choice.

But if you get caught,
you end up in jail--

we both do-- and Bundsch,
he never will.

Your wallet.

Lifted from your purse
on the way home.

Even as you stared daggers
at me from three feet away.

It's a mere reminder
that however skilled

you know me to be at deducing
how crimes are committed,

I am every bit as adept
at committing them myself.

Tomorrow morning,

an anonymous tipster will report

that they saw Bundsch pushing
Jenna Lombard into his vehicle.

Her hair will be found
on his backseat.

And he will go to prison.

Not elegant,
but it doesn't have to be.

It has to be fast.

The clock is ticking
on Jenna's life.

And you honestly think
this plan is gonna save her?

Once Bundsch is in custody,

the prospect of life
without parole

will loom large,
Jenna's location will be

the only chip
he has to bargain with,

and he will break.

But if Bundsch doesn't
talk, Jenna dies.

We don't know
where she is.

And while he's being
booked, processed

and waiting for
a court date,

she's still in some
basement somewhere

with no one to bring her
food or water.

Yeah, you're right.

You know, we-we will
figure something out.

No, you're right,
I mean...

he has to attend to them;
we know this.

He kept Allie Wabash
for two weeks.

He kept Denise Todd alive
for months.

He has to tend to them,
monitor them.

He has to make sure
they haven't escaped.

I think I know
where he keeps them.

Lucas Bundsch.

Captain Gregson, NYPD.

Now, I tried to be
reasonable with you people,

but I guess that
was a mistake.

What is he doing here?

I'm accusing you of serial murder.
Oh, again?

You know he's not supposed to be
within a hundred feet of me?

Yeah, we worked that out when
the judge issued this warrant.

So, when you bought
this place, it was home

to a failed
Internet startup company.

Over the years,

it's been put to many different
uses, but of course,

the square footage has
always remained the same.

Until it mysteriously shrank.

These are the plans
you submitted to the city

when you applied for a permit
to install this studio.

One would expect
this storage closet

to be about
ten feet deeper.

We're gonna go take a look.

Why don't you, uh, come with us.

Move that stuff
out of the way, please.

When you were asked
about your whereabouts

the night Samantha Wabash
shot herself,

you said you were working here.

I thought I saw you bite your
tongue to fool the polygraph,

but as you predicted when you
visited my home the other night,

your cell phone activity said
you were telling the truth.

Strange.

I was stuck in a binary mode
of thinking.

Is it true? Is it false?

Turns out it was neither,
it was both.

You were here,
you just weren't working.

Lucas, where's the key?

I think we should
get him out of here.

If she is alive,
she shouldn't have

to see his face again,
should she?

Get him out of here.

Let's go. Move.

Please, I need help.

Jenna?
Help me.

Help, please.

Please, help me.

Please, can you help her?

Her?

She's been in here
longer than me.

He gave us something;
it... it made me sleepy.

Process everything
in that room.

But the CSU photographer
shoots the whole place.

before you touch it, huh?

Excuse me?

Are you Captain Gregson?

Yeah.

I-I'm Tim Spalding.
I'm the husband.

One of your people called me.

Oh.

Tom Gregson. Come with me.

Is my wife really okay?

She's in shock.

She's shaking off some sleeping
pills her captor made her take.

But she's here?

She's with the paramedics.

She's been asking for you.

Tim.

Everybody?

Listen up.

It has come to my attention that
there's some of you that aren't

thrilled the way some things
are done around here.

Think I've given our consultants
a little too much sway.

Some friends of mine

wanted to let me know
before it was too late

to right the ship.

And I appreciate that.

We've got a mission here.

It's to protect this city

and the citizens
that live in it.

You are all part of that effort
every day.

Most of you do yourselves
and this department proud.

And for that,
I want to thank you.

But if anybody has a problem
with how I utilize

all the tools at my disposal,

be it Holmes and Watson
or the coffee machine...

there's the door.

Back to work.

I've given further consideration
to your rebuke

regarding my capacity
for niceness.

I didn't mean it
as a rebuke.

I was trying to have
a conversation.

Either way.

You have a point.

There is unquestionably

a certain social utility
to being polite.

To maintaining an awareness
of other people's sensitivities.

To exhibiting all
the traits that might

commonly be grouped
under the heading "nice""

Hmm. I think you'll be surprised

how easy it is to earn
that designation.

No.

I am not a nice man.

It's important that
you understand that.

It's going to save you a great
deal of time and effort.

There is not
a warmer, kinder me

waiting to be coaxed
out into the light.

I am acerbic.

I can be cruel.

It's who I am.

Right to the bottom.

I'm neither proud of this,
nor ashamed of it.

It simply is.

And in my work,
my nature has been an advantage

far more often
than it has been a hindrance.

I'm not gonna change.

You have.

You're not the same person
I met a year and a half ago.

You're...
Good to you? Yeah.

For the most part.

I consider you to be...

exceptional.

So I make an exceptional effort
to accommodate you.

But you must accept that,
for as long as you choose

to be in my life, there will
occasionally be fallout

from my behavior.

That must be a part
of our understanding.

No one can accept
something like that forever.

To thine own self, Watson.

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