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You ruined my life.
Gun!

A blood clot got wedged in his
right subclavian artery,

obstructed the blood flow
to his arm for about 30 minutes.

He may never regain
full use of the limb.

This is about your guilt.

You're not directly responsible
for what happened.

But this time your fondness

for blowing past
bureaucratic guideposts

got a man you respect shot.

You may very well
have saved my life.

I'd rather not
see you around here.

Look at you, southpaw.

Well, life has changed, right?

At least nowadays most of
the paperwork's on the computer.

Well, I made you some
ready-to-nuke dinners.

Nothing fancy.

Baked ziti's about the extent

of my culinary skills.

Thanks.

That's really nice of you.

What did the doctor
say about your hand?

Uh, he doesn't know.

It's only been a few weeks.

Physical therapy's helping,

but they still can't tell me

if the damage is permanent.

Well, you're back at
work, that's good.

Yeah.

If you call, uh,
pushing papers around work.

Hey, you know they say
that learning to write

with your other hand is
good for the brain.

Builds new pathways,
keeps you young.

Great.

So if this, uh, trauma
sticks around forever,

I'll have a really
long time to enjoy it.

Marcus, do you think you...

need to talk to someone?

No, honestly, I think
what I really need

is to talk less.

Thanks again for the food.

Okay?

All right, I'll see you later.

Mm-hmm.

Don't trip the proximity sensor.

Actually, would you mind
stepping back a couple of paces?

I'm feeling
a little bit crowded.

Hey!

Are you crazy?

That's a half-million dollar car.
Surely when

your employers hired you
to test the security measures

they knew it would result in
a little bit of wear and tear.

Wouldn't explain
a foot in the door.

Well, they should
be pleased.

Their system's
obviously impregnable.

Actually,
it's totally pregnable.

I beat it ten times today.

You got a lot on your mind.

All the stuff that happened
with your buddy, the detective.

Is utterly irrelevant
to breaking into a car.

Obviously.

In terms of my actions
on the case

which resulted
in Detective Bell's injury,

I was completely in the right.

I've reviewed
every decision I made.

Every inflection point
in the investigation.

And it is indisputable from any
rational cost benefit analysis

that I did everything correctly.

So, why can I not move on?

Why does the matter persist
in buzzing away

at my most precious commodity,

my concentration?

Maybe we should head
for a meeting.

I came here tonight,
not as your sponsee,

but as a friend and colleague

whose vocation creates
certain overlapping interests.

Besides I think this is
what I need tonight.

Fine.

But tomorrow,
we're hitting a meeting.

Allegations continue to mount
that Donald Hauser,

trusted money manager
to New York's elite,

may, in fact, have been running
a decades-long pyramid scheme.

Sources inside the SEC confirm

that they're now scrutinizing
Hauser's private hedge fund,

which seemed to yield
consistent annual returns

of 12% or more.

Thanks to the work

of independent journalist
Rosalie Nuñez,

who first sounded the alarm,

we may now discover
those returns were all lies.

If so, Hauser will be looking
at criminal charges

that could put him behind bars
for the rest of his life,

while hundreds of his investors
will absorb the news

that their life savings
have vanished.

Neither Hauser
nor anyone at his firm

responded in time to comment.

Stocks were relatively flat
today, as analysts...

Ow! God! Ow!

Wait.

I was about to kill myself.

Please.

What's done is done.

I know. That's what
I want to talk about.

Good morning
to you, as well...

Donald, it's me.

♪ Elementary 2x11 ♪
Internal Audit
Original Air Date on December 12, 2013

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Well, someone had some
anger to work out.

Steal a few hundred
million dollars

of other people's money,

somebody's bound
to get ticked off.

So, who found him?

Personal chef. She came in,

said the alarm system was off,
and the TV was on.

She's here in the kitchen.

Miss, uh, Butler?

Miss Butler,
this is Joan Watson.

Sorry to meet
under these circumstances.

Thank you.

Miss Watson and her partner
there, Mr. Holmes,

consult for
the department.

So, you are
a personal chef?

Mr. Hauser was a
client for a long time.

I prepared meals
for him at my house

and-and brought them here
a few times a week.

You any idea

who might want
to hurt Mr. Hauser?

Oh, with what's been going on
in the press, plenty of people.

What-What's he doing?

He, uh, has a process.

Captain?

Would you excuse me?

I take it the victim's gun
was found here?

Yeah, by the first

uniforms on the scene.
Registered to Hauser.

However, different caliber

than the casings we
found on the floor.

Figured Hauser tried
to defend himself.

Never got a shot off.

I can assure you
Mr. Hauser did not pull his gun

in self-defense. At least,

not at first.
Rather,

he was about to commit suicide

when he was very rudely
interrupted.

The handgun was stored here
in this drawer.

Whoever removed it bothered
to close the drawer

when they were done.

This is a very unlikely action
on anyone's part

during the middle
of a heated home invasion.

No. Mr. Hauser's gun was out
before the killer entered.

The whiskey-- Glen Lochaber,

1926, single cask,
aged for 55 years.

Yum. Only 100 bottles
ever produced.

Probably set Mr. Hauser back
about $10,000.

This is the proverbial
good stuff, and,

judging by the ring of dust

where it usually sat
on his bar,

he kept it for only
the very rarest of occasions.

Miss Butler

said the television was on

when she entered.

We all know what story dominated
the news last night.

Hauser himself
was sitting, watching

as he filled his glass
to the very brim.

No longer any point
in saving it.

Lastly...

...gun oil on the roof
of his mouth.

The irony of ironies.

Our killer arrived just in time

to stop Mr. Hauser
from shooting himself.

So, what? Killer just wanted to
squeeze in some torture first?

Probably not as satisfying as
getting his or her money back,

but I suppose
you take what you can get.

Oh. According to this article,

there could be over a thousand
people that were affected

by Donald Hauser's
pyramid scheme.

I'd say our works cu it
for us, wouldn't you?

Actually, I've got a rather good
idea of where I'd like to start.

The chef, Chloe Butler.
Why?

You not see
how nervous she was

when we were interviewing her?

Her haptics
were practically screaming

that she was hiding something.

Well, she just found

the mutilated corpse
of her boss.

Her alibi left something
to be desired, as well, no?

Well, just because she
said she was home alone

during the time of the murder
doesn't mean she did it.

Nor does it mean she didn't.

Obviously, there's no shortage
of other suspects,

but Miss Butler seems like
a worthwhile place to start.

You saw Detective Bell
last night, did you not?

Yes, I did.

And?

He's better. He's riding
a desk for now,

but, um, at least
he's up and around.

As a matter of fact, I promised
I'd run a few errands for him.

I will be back in a bit.
If I'm not here,

I will be at the station,
reviewing case files.

I will text you if I identify
Mr. Hauser's killer

all by my lonesome.

I am sorry about this morning.

I... I just...

It's fine. Seriously.

You didn't do anything wrong.

Oh. I can't believe
you have a baby now.

You can't believe it?

So, uh, you said the dad is...

out of the picture?

I can't say
I got any better at picking men

just because I got clean.

Ross, my ex--
as far as bad decisions go,

he's right up there with heroin.

Oh.

But, hey, it got me Shane.

I had no idea

what I was supposed
to do when I saw you.

I didn't know
you'd switched careers, and

with the police around,
I didn't know

if I was obligated by law
to say that I knew you, or...

Chloe, there is no right
or wrong.

When I run into a former

client in a social setting,
I let them decide

whether they want
to say anything or not.

You were obviously caught
off guard, so I took the lead.

I just try not to tell anyone

about that part of my life.

You know, if-if I can help it.

Are you still
going to meetings?

Oh, yeah, of course.

No, I-I don't mean
I don't talk to anyone,

I just...

take the "anonymous"
part seriously.

Actually, that's
one of the reasons

I wanted
to see you.

With your permission,
I would like to explain

our history
to my partner.

Why?
He's very perceptive.

He could tell that you were
hiding something last night.

He thought it might
have something to do

with what happened
to Donald Hauser.

He thinks I'm a suspect?

You're just someone
who caught his eye.

Look, if you don't
feel comfortable,

I totally
understand.

If you do...

know that our
confidentiality

agreement will
extend to him as well.

I just want to make
sure the investigation

is moving in the
right direction.

You must really trust him.

I do.

Hey.

Can we talk about
Chloe Butler?

In 2009, she was one of the
hottest chefs in the city.

Yes, I saw that
when I looked into her.

Well, you didn't see all of it.

The attention was
too much for her,

and she fell in
with the wrong crowd.

When did she start
working with you?

2011.

She was one of my first clients.

I lived with her for
a little over six months.

It wasn't easy, but she got
her life back on track.

She knew that the restaurant
scene could be a trigger,

so she started a new business.

As a personal chef.

Yes. So everything you sensed

that she was hiding last night

was about
her past.

And she has an alibi

for the time of the murder.

She was with her sponsor.

Hmm.

Well, it's interesting
that I failed to detect

another addict when I met one.

More interesting that
I didn't get a sense

that you were hiding something
from me, but anyway...

In that case,

we should, uh, focus on
culling our list

of other potential suspects
in Donald Hauser's murder.

I left a voicemail
with the journalist

who broke the story
of his pyramid scheme,

a woman named Rosalie Nuñez.

Any luck, she will have some
insight which we can use

to prioritize our investigation
of Hauser's victims.

Actually, Chloe may have
already helped with that.

She didn't think of it
until we were talking,

but she had
an idea who

the last person might've been
to see Hauser alive.

Uh, the director of a nonprofit
named Jacob Weiss.

Hauser had her prepare an
extra meal for last night.

Part of her job is to know
which friends ate what.

I was shocked
when I heard the news.

I-I still don't
believe it.

It couldn't have happened
that many hours after I left.

Our thoughts
exactly.

In fact, we're curious
if you could account

for your whereabouts for
the rest of the evening.

The M.E. puts Mr. Hauser's
death somewhere between

10:00 p.m. and midnight.

After I left Donald,
I had a late meeting

at the Palladian Hotel

with a Swiss banker
named Jonas Bitz.

We were there quite late.
I'm sure he or anyone

at the lobby bar
will confirm that.

But... I'm the last person
who had a reason to kill Donald.

Well, it's our understanding
that he handled your...

charity's finances.

Considering everything
that's happened,

that would
give you motive.

Actually, it wouldn't.

Do you know what we do here?

You seek reparations
for survivors of the Holocaust.

To this day, Swiss bank accounts
are still being identified

that belong
to Nazi war profiteers.

Our investigators
uncover that money

and process claims on behalf
of survivors and their families.

I can't deny what I'm hearing
in the press about Donald,

but he was my friend.
He donated his services

free of charge,
as this council's CPA.

And as for our investments,

the council never
lost a dime.

Every penny has already
been accounted for.

Can you think of why he might've
left the council alone?

Maybe as he was
stealing from others,

he saw his work for us
as a kind of...

karmic counterbalance, a way
to do some good to make up

for the bad.

Whatever the reason,
I'm grateful.

So, Donald Hauser
was a swindler

with a heart of gold.

Very few of us are
either completely good

or completely evil.
It would appear

that even Hauser had a moral
line that he would not cross.

Excellent. This is Rosalie
Nuñez, the reporter I mentioned.

Ms. Nuñez, thank you so much
for calling me back.

Is this Sherlock Holmes?

It is. Who's this?

This is Detective Luntz
of the NYPD.

You left a voice mail
for Ms. Nuñez

saying you were a... consultant?

I did and I am.

Why do you have her phone?

I think maybe you should join me
at her residence

so I can explain in person.

I may even have some
consulting questions for you.

Well, it looks like Ms. Nuñez
was killed by the same person

who murdered Donald Hauser.

The technique used
to bind her, the size

and placement
of the bullet wounds.

I'm quite confident a ballistics
report will confirm that.

Our shooter had a busy
night two nights ago.

M.E. put tentative
time of death

only a few hours after Hauser's.

I'm gonna tell Luntz to put
a rush on ballistics.

This doesn't
make any sense.

Why would the same person
want to kill both the man

who stole people's
life's savings

and the reporter
who exposed him?

Seems like if you hated one,

you'd be a fan of the other.

Rare to come across
such a literal case

of someone shooting
the messenger.

Looks like she plugged in
her laptop here.

We should find out
if it's missing.

Come and have a look at this.

The killer entered by force.

Kicked the door here.

Mmm. Sap of the Osage orange,
unless I'm mistaken.

I'm good.

Bit of a misnomer, really.

- Aside from a vague...
- citrusy scent,

it is unrelated
to the orange.

It's a closer cousin
to the mulberry, actually.

So, killer kicked in the door,

transferred the sap
from his shoe.

Which tells us the most likely
route he took on his way here.

"Monkey balls."

Beg your pardon?

One of the many folk names
for the Osage orange.

Squirrels rip the fruit apart,

spreading the seeds and the sap
on the ground.

This park is the only place
in the vicinity

of Ms. Nuñez's apartment
where one is likely

to find one of these.

So you think whoever shot her
walked through here

on his way to her apartment.

And perhaps again when he left.

Isn't that Alfredo's ringtone?

Yes, he's been harassing me.
I promised

I would go to a meeting
with him yesterday,

but the investigation
took precedence.

It still does.

Check it out,
check it out!

Behold, Watson,

a generation lost
to narcissism.

A populace who believes
that no experience is

worth having
unless it's been uploaded

and received
its fair share of hits,

for whom the pinnacle of
achievement is having the moment

you crush your genitalia
on a metal railing

achieve "meme" status.

And yet their self-absorption
may, in this instance, serve us.

I happen to know from my
police scanner that the police

are often called to this park
to chase skateboarders away.

They are, to the dismay of some
parkgoers, here at all hours.

So if they were here two nights
ago when the killer walked by,

one of them might have caught
them on their cell phone.

I will talk to the narcissists.

You go meet Alfredo
so you can get to a meeting.

I've stitched up
a lot of these guys

back during my E.R. rotation.
I know how to talk to them.

You speak idiot?

You also don't seem like
you're in the greatest mood.

This might need a softer touch.

I'll let you know

if anything turns up.

You're not Alfredo.

You're Sherlock, right?

And you are?

Randy.

Name or adjective?
What?

Short for "Randall"?
Or state of sexual arousal?

Are you asking me if I'm horny?

Well, cars like this can have
that effect on some men.

Sherlock?

I see you
guys have met.

Ah. I thought for a moment that
your home had been infiltrated.

I see that's not the case.

No, Randy and I met at a
meeting a few weeks ago.

Three months sober.

He's been going it
alone for now, but...

we were talking a few
nights ago, and...

we think he might
benefit from a sponsor.

Yep. Yep. A wise decision.

Yeah. And a... excellent choice.

Yeah, um,
Alfredo has, uh,

helped me profoundly
over the last 18 months, so, uh,

yeah, you're in excellent hands.

Actually, I
was thinking

that you might be
the man for the job.

Alfredo tells me

I can learn a lot from you.

Yeah. Um...

could you just...
Could you give us a moment?

We'll just be one
second, all right?

You're joking.

Do you think the idea of you

becoming a sponsor is funny?
Because I don't.

I've been thinking about
it for a while, okay?

The stuff you said the other
night pretty much sealed it.

What "stuff"?

Do you want to know
why you've been

so agitated
for the last few weeks?

Why you've been
so distracted?

Because you feel bad about
what happened to your friend.

I told you.

I was completely in the right.

Maybe for the old you,
that would've been enough.

But not now.

You're different now.

You committed yourself
to the program

and now you heard other people
tell their stories.

And a little empathy crept in.

That's what's
supposed to happen.

That's how it works.

You want to help Detective
Bell, but he won't let you.

That is a good instinct to have.

Why not try to apply it

somewhere else?

Being a sponsor
means being available.

You know me. You know my work.

It's all-consuming.

You find time for meetings,
don't you?

Oh.

I'm sorry. I won't be able

to make this evening's meeting
after all.

Duty calls.

As it always will.

Any luck?
Aside from getting a master class

in the difference between
a switch and a fakie, no.

No one walking by
jumped out as suspicious.

How was the meeting?

Probably quite good.
I will never know.

Because as soon as
I got to Alfredo's,

I was the victim
of an ambush.

What are you talking about?

He expressed his opinion that
it was time I became a sponsor.

Oh.

And what did you say?

I told him my life is not
conducive to making myself

available every time
someone else was in crisis.

You do get
that no one's life is, right?

Oh, my God.

What is it?

The man with the bag.

I know him.

Small world.

Not that small.

I don't remember his name.

We crossed paths when I first
started working with Chloe.

He came to her apartment one night.
Are you saying

there's a connection between
Chloe Butler, who discovered

Donald Hauser's body,
and a man seen

in the vicinity
of Rosalie Nuñez's apartment

shortly after her murder?

You're right--
the world is not that small.

I can't believe it,
but yeah, that's Nelson.

Nelson Maddox.
You said this was taken

outside the apartment
of the reporter who died?

A few blocks away.

You know how

I recognized him, right?

You were here that night.

The night he came over.

He was yelling at you.
I mean, I assumed

he was your ex, but...

you didn't want to talk
about it, so I didn't push.

Nelson and I were...

together...

when I was using.
Donald used to bring him

into the restaurant
when I still worked there.

He introduced us.

Uh, Nelson said
he was an entrepreneur.

But then I realized that was
his way of saying "criminal."

What kind of criminal?

I don't know.
Something with drugs.

He always had a fix,

and back then,
that's all that mattered to me.

But after rehab...

I told him that
I couldn't see him again, and...

he got angry, and...

he came to see me...

It's okay, take your time.

I never saw
him again,

not till you showed me his picture.
How did he

and Donald
know each other?

Was Nelson
a business client?

Yeah. Yeah,
I'm pretty sure he was.

Well, if Donald swindled him,

then he would have motive
to kill him.

But why hurt Rosalie?

Joan...

you know you can't
tell anyone about this.

The only reason that
you recognized Nelson

was because you were here
as my sober companion.

If you tell the police
how you knew him,

you're gonna have to tell them
about me, about my past.

Chloe... I know you don't like
to talk about it, but...

You don't understand.

I am in a custody battle
for Shane.

His father doesn't know anything
about my life before.

Wh-What do you mean?

The lawyers
don't know.

The court doesn't know.

If it comes out now
that I'm an addict,

I mean, i-it looks
like I hid it--

they could use it
to take Shane away.

Two people are dead.

And that kills me, Joan.

But you signed a
confidentiality agreement.

You gave your word
that you would protect me.

I am sorry...

but if you want
to connect Nelson to Donald,

you're gonna have
to find another way.

Let's make sure
I understand you--

we now have a name

to put to the face of the man
that we believe

brutally murdered
Donald Hauser and Rosalie Nuñez,

but we can't share it
with the authorities?

Not unless we can connect the dots
without involving Chloe.

Which, in this case,
is the same thing,

because Chloe is the connection.

And all this
over a promise

you made in another career?

Yes. Just like the
promise I made you

when we first started
working together.

Uh, what was it you told
people I was back then?

Ah. A personal valet.

If our confidentiality
agreement had ever come

between us and a murderer,

I would have exposed myself
as an addict in a heartbeat.

This is not about
Chloe being ashamed.

It's bigger than that--
she could lose her child.

That's unlikely even if
the boy's father did find out,

and it's far from a certainty
that he will.

Donald Hauser
was an execrable human being.

Rosalie Nuñez was not.

She had a family;
they loved her.

She had friends, colleagues--
many people consider her a hero

for exposing Hauser...
This is not up for discussion.

We have to find another way
to connect Maddox to Hauser.

And while we look
for this other connection,

Mr. Maddox remains at large,

free to cover his tracks or disappear.
We should at least

tell the captain what we've uncovered.
Explain the situation,

but make it clear that Chloe's
identity is to remain a secret.

I suggested that,
okay? She said no.

What if we do it anyway?
Why must she ever know?

So your solution is
to make a liar out of me,

after I told her
that she could trust you?

I have us at the very doorstep
of a solution, Watson!

Did you not learn anything
from what happened to Bell?

He got hurt because of
choices that we made!

There was no way to predict that
he would be placed in danger.

Just like there's no way to know
what's gonna happen to Chloe

if we drag her name
into this investigation.

You beat the alarm.

Only a matter of time.

And my home alarm.

Child's play.

Not really befitting
a man in your line of work.

You might want to replace these.

Well, obviously you want
to talk, so talk.

I've always had compassion

for the victims of the
crimes I investigate.

My capacity to place myself
in other people's shoes,

to imagine what they're
thinking and feeling, is a...

is a necessary skill
in determining motive.

One at which I excel.

This capacity...

has never been a
detriment to my work.

Lately, however...

Bell's been on your
mind; I get it.

And you would risk
exacerbating this problem

by assigning me a sponsee.

No one's
"assigning" you anything.

That's not how it works.

I just think you're ready.

You think it's gonna...

focus me,
and provide a relief valve

for all the feelings
I've been having

regarding
the detective's situation.

Even if I did, there's
one thing you got to remember.

It's not about you.

You've gotten a lot
out of the program.

Don't you think it's time
to give something back?

Early start, I see.

Late night, actually.
I tried to sleep but couldn't,

so I stayed at it.

Chloe said Maddox was
a client of Hauser's,

but his name is not in any
of Hauser's accounts.

I've been over the
records a dozen times--

I cannot find a link
between the two.

If we were able to establish
that Maddox lost money

on Hauser's pyramid scheme,
we would have our connection

without implicating Chloe...

as well as Maddox's
motive for murder.

In the meantime,
I sent Captain Gregson

the video of Maddox in the park

and convinced him
to release it to the press.

You were right.

If we bring him in,
it'll at least buy us some time.

And getting him in a room might
shake out another connection.

Did you tell the captain about Chloe?
No. Remember how

I noticed Rosalie's laptop
was missing from her apartment?

Well, I looked into it--
it never turned up.

Then I told the captain
about the sap on Rosalie's door

and how that led us to the park.

Then I sent him the video

of Maddox walking away
with a laptop bag

slung over his shoulder right
around the time of the murder.

I couldn't give him
Maddox's name

without bringing up, Chloe,
of course,

but at least his
face is out there.

I know it's not ideal.

But given the circumstances,

it was quite literally
all that we could do.

Well done.

It's Captain Gregson.

Someone saw Maddox's
face on the news

and called in a tip.

A member of your outreach staff

met him at
a fund-raiser

your organization threw
about a year ago.

She dug up
the guest list for us.

The list gave
us a name:

Nelson Maddox.

I remember him.

I met him through Donald.

I-I think Donald
was the one

who invited him
to the fund-raiser.

Do you think
you'd be able to shed

any light
on their relationship?

Donald introduced him

as another client.

Uh... I think he had something
to do with the art world.

In fact, he donated
a few paintings

to the auction
that night.

I'm pretty sure
they all sold.

Thank you. This
was very helpful.

He said Maddox
was a client of Hauser's

who was involved
in the art world.

I have been all over
that client list--

the only thing that comes close
is an art gallery in Chelsea.

Maddox's name was not
associated with it.

But do you think he may
have been a silent partner?

Well, it would explain where
he got all the art he donated.

Sorry, mm...

no.
You don't know him?

Mm-mm.

Fabiana,
did you say it was?

Fabiana, would it
be safe to assume

that you are not the owner
of this establishment?

Why you assume that?

I mean no disrespect.

I'm sure you're a valued
member of the team.

But do you know
the owner, or owners?

Of course.

But you don't know
the man in the photograph.

And the name Nelson Maddox
doesn't mean anything to you?

No. Sorry.

Uh, do you mind

if we peruse?

Huge fans of
the neo-deconceptualists.

Sure.

Thank you.

Neo-deconceptualists?

Not a thing.

Don't tell Fabiana--
it might crush her.

So she was
obviously lying

about not knowing
Nelson Maddox.

Yeah, obviously.

Excuse me.

You see something?

Fabiana, did you open up
the gallery this morning?

Yeah.

Nothing out
of the ordinary?

No.

No.

Heel scuffs on the floor.

Yeah.

Looks like
someone was dragged.

Out here.

Would you care to
revise your answers?

Because it would appear

that Nelson Maddox
has some connection

to this gallery after all.

So, Maddox's car

was parked up the block,
and inside it,

we found the gun,
right caliber, and the same

kind of rope used to bind
Donald Hauser and Rosalie Nuñez.

Now, under the circumstances,
Fabiana admitted

that Maddox was
a silent partner, and

that his main line of work
was distributing street drugs

to a discreet level
of clientele.

As in, a dealer
for rich people.

Presumably, her employers
were not fond of admitting

they had a drug dealer
as an investor.

Hence, her
initial silence.

So Maddox had money tied up
in the gallery,

and the gallery was a client
of Donald Hauser's.

So, that explains
why Maddox killed Hauser.

Now, the question is,
who killed Maddox?

And why did Maddox
kill Rosalie Nuñez and

steal her laptop?

She must have found something

on Maddox when she researched
Hauser's pyramid scam.

But if his only
connection to Hauser

was this gallery, what's so
incriminating about that?

Watson, I think you're right.

About what?

That Rosalie Nuñez knew

that there was more to this
gallery than meets the eye.

The red dots

on the wall
that are placed next

to some of the pieces.

As you would find
in any such establishment,

they're placed next
to an item to indicate

that that particular item
has been sold.

But in this gallery...

the dots are consistently placed
next to every third piece.

As if a single individual,

walking at a relatively
steady pace, circled the room,

peeling off dots...

randomly designating

certain pieces as sold.

Reality would never be so tidy.

What we have here
is a shoddily executed lie.

I submit that these dots

exist to make
it look like

business is being
conducted in here.

Whereas, in truth,
the gallery in which we stand

is much more likely
a money-laundering front.

Fabiana?

Can I trouble you
for one more thing? Your books.

If these items on the walls
have indeed been sold,

you must maintain a record of
whom they've been sold to, yes?

Yes.

You wanted to see me?

Jacob Weiss, this is
Captain Gregson of the NYPD.

How do you do?

Magnificent work you do.

Setting right, in at
least some small way,

such a horrific wrong
done decades ago.

I wonder how some of the
Holocaust survivors would feel,

knowing that money had
been claimed in their names

without them knowing,
or-or even seeing a dime.

Excuse me?

You've been embezzling millions

from your own
charity by filing

false claims
in the names of survivors

who are either dead, or who were
simply never informed.

How-how dare you accuse me...?!

This is a list of people

who supposedly bought artwork
from Nelson Maddox's gallery.

The same gallery
that you claimed

to know absolutely
nothing about.

Funny thing is,

I remember seeing all of
these names somewhere before.

Here, on this
sculpture.

It's quite a
coincidence, isn't it?

So many of the
gallery's customers

being survivors
that you'd helped.

You and Nelson Maddox
were business partners.

You laundered the embezzled
money through his gallery.

That was
the incriminating evidence

in Donald Hauser's files.

We strongly suspect

that, as the
charity's CPA,

Hauser realized what was
going on, and even he

couldn't stomach it.

When his own
house of cards

came tumbling down,

and he decided
to take his own life,

he also decided
to share what he knew

about your scheme
with Rosalie Nuñez.

In your own words,

perhaps it was
a "karmic counterbalance."

We think his mistake was
giving you a heads-up.

Probably when the two of you
had dinner a few nights ago.

That gave you time to contact
Maddox, who then tortured

out of Hauser
what he'd done with the files.

Maddox then killed Rosalie,
and took her laptop.

When you saw on
the news that we had

identified Maddox as the killer,

you killed him
to cover your tracks.

We're already working
our way down

that list
of supposed art buyers.

So far, not one of them
or their families had any idea

they'd been awarded
six-figure settlements.

I don't suppose you'd like

to explain
why that is.

Oh, sorry. I was, uh...

I was looking
for Captain Gregson.

Detective Bell.

That's all right.
Come in.

Frank Da Silva.

Have a seat.

As in,
Deputy Commissioner Da Silva?

Captain Gregson was nice enough
to lend us his office

so that we could
speak privately.

What do you know
about my division, Detective?

I got a pretty
good idea.

You're in charge of an
intelligence unit? Surveillance?

It's called
the Demographics Unit.

The-the name's not mine.

To me, uh,
being so euphemistic--

it's, um, makes it sound like
you're doing something wrong.

And we're not.

We're just...

keeping an eye out
on certain groups.

Listening
for concerning chatter.

I think if you took

a close look
at what we've been doing,

you'd agree that
we're keeping the city safe.

You don't have
to convince me...

No, but I'd like to.
Sir?

I wanted to talk to you

because your situation has been
brought to my attention.

I'm told that you are
an exceptional detective.

You're a man with a good head
on his shoulders,

who, by no fault of his own,

may be staring at a desk job

for a good, long time.

Or...

you could come work for me.

Does that interest you,
Detective?

Would you care to help protect
your city from the next attack?

Enter!

Randall, thank you for coming.

Sure.

Cool place.

Won't you please sit down?

Look, man...

if you don't want
to be my sponsor, it's all good.

I do.

I do.

When I chose Alfredo to be
my sponsor, I did so on a whim.

I felt pressure to find one,
so I chose him at random.

I had very low expectations
of him,

and of sponsorship, in general.

Didn't think
I needed either.

I was wrong.

He has taught me how to get the
very most out of the program.

He did not coddle me.

And so, if we choose
to formalize our relationship,

I will not coddle you.

If you have come
seeking a friend,

look elsewhere.

If you need a therapist,

I will happily supply you
with a list.

I will only ever be
your sponsor.

I will share
with you my methods,

and hope that your commitment to
sobriety is as great as my own.

Are these terms acceptable?

You're sober.

You have been
for a long time now.

Of course
I find the terms acceptable.

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