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Watson, I've just had an
alarming conversation...

I was expecting to
find my... housemate.

No problem.

I'm Gay.

I'm not.

It's my name.

Yes, of course.

I'm Sherlock.

Hello.

I also am... gay.

So, you know, saves time.

How efficient.

Welcome to my home.

Oh.

I see you've met Gay.

Would you excuse us
for a moment... Gay?

Randy is fighting off the urge
to relapse,

so I'm leaving
to accompany him to a meeting.

Oh. I'm sorry
to hear that.

What's bothering him?

He's a drug addict.

Um, I-I see that you're, uh,

looking into my trunk
of unsolved cases.

Yes. You told me to look
into it in my spare time.

I think I might have
found something

in the Doug Newberg file.

You remember
the case, right?

He was shot in his
home in Riverdale.

Uh, the place was ransacked,
police found the killer's DNA,

but they never
found a match.

Yes. No, uh, I remember it well.

Well, uh, fairly well. Vaguely.

Oh. I figured
you were using,

because your notes were
really disorganized.

Newberg was a philanderer.

I was investigating
the possibility

that he had been murdered
by a man he had cuckolded.

What have you learned?

Well, you
remember this?

Yeah. I mean, don't
expect me to translate.

I wrote that,

but I have no idea
what I meant.

Oh, okay, well, I
figured that your marker

exploded right here.
I wanted to see what was under

the ink blotches, so I put
some nail polish remover

and then some black
coffee over it.

You use black coffee
to get rid of stains?

Yes, of course. The acid in the
coffee breaks down the marker.

Have you never
cleaned a whiteboard?

So, look at this wall.

All of it is gray except

for this big black stone.
It stood out to me,

so I tracked down Gay.

She's a geology
fellow at NYU.

I asked her to
take a look.

It's interesting.

Tough to tell
from the photo.

But I think I see some

striations on this rock,
and that would mean that...

It's dug up from well beneath
the surface of the earth.

Yeah, well, can't say for sure
without seeing it in person,

so we're gonna go to Riverdale,
see if it's still there.

Fascinating. I'll join you.

Um... Randy?

Oh.

I know you're my sponsor
and not my shrink.

It's just... we have, like,

20 minutes
before the meeting starts.

Is it okay if I tell you
what's going on?

You know what? It's okay.

You're right.
This isn't about therapy.

Your sobriety is
important to me,

and...

this is important
to your sobriety, so...

So, it's Eve.

We used to live together
for, like, two years.

First time I got high,
it was with her.

Last time I got high,
it was with her.

I couldn't get sober
till she left town.

Only, now she's back.

Says she wants me
to help her get clean.

She wants to... live with me
while she kicks.

So a, uh...

practicing drug addict
wants to move in with you?

Look, I know it's a bad idea.

Why do you think
I'm so stressed?

Oh.

Sorry, you-you...
you want my advice?

I don't know. We have some time
before the meeting.

Well, as it happens,

I'm more familiar
than I should be

with the allure of
a dangerous woman.

So I'm qualified
when I say, uh,

you must cut this Eve
out of your life entirely.

I should just turn
my back on her?

Your sobriety
is paramount.

And it may be too fragile
to withstand her influence.

Is that what you did
with your woman?

It's what's best.

You sure we can just prowl
around in his backyard?

People live here.

Nobody's home.

Anyway, I'm sure
they want us to catch

whoever killed the guy
who used to live here, right?

Oh, still here.

You see these white
layers here? That's chalk.

This is marine limestone.
If I had to guess,

I'd say it's really old.

How old?

Chalk deposits are typical
of the Cretaceous era.

That's 65 million years ago.

Looks like it's part
of this wall, huh?

Oh, no, these rocks
are purely decorative.

Somebody put this here.

I'll tell you
something else:

it was cut out
of the ground

and field dressed for transport.

They usually do that with
archeological specimens.

So you think there's
something in there?

Maybe.

So now what?

Well, you're not
holding a large rock,

so I take it you found someone
to do the CT scan for us.

Yes.
Gay?

She bailed when I asked her
to help me steal it.

Randy?

Still sober.
And you?

You know, my life has been
carefully constructed

so I don't have to do things
like talk to people

about their former
romantic partners.

And yet here we are.

I, uh...

I looked at your rock.

I-I think you're gonna
want to see this.

I withdraw
my earlier skepticism.

The dinosaur
in Doug Newberg's backyard

did indeed escape my notice.

♪ Elementary 2x14 ♪
Dead Clade Walking
Original Air Date on January 30, 2014

== sync, corrected by Romesh ==
RiVaL

Magnificent, isn't she?

We pulled her
out of the ground

in the Wind River Range.

Agnes here is
the world's only

complete Dimetrodon
skeleton.

I'm, uh, Jerry Thomas.

I'm the curator of
the fossil collection here.

Sherlock Holmes.

This is my associate
Joan Watson.

Well, my assistant tells me
you're with the NYPD,

and you think
you found a fossil.

Okay.

Is this real?

We believe it is.

Okay, this is amazing.

This looks to me
like a Nanotyrannus.

Think of it like
a miniature T. rex.

It's incredibly rare.

I think this is a full skeleton.

It's an infant.

Where do you think it came from?

You told my assistant
there was a chalk striation

on the rock you found it in?

Yes.

Okay, that's
marine limestone.

We haven't found
any of that in a dig

the States
in quite some time.

Most recent deposits
come from Mongolia.

Now, I can confirm that

when I look at the rock,

but if it was found there,
then it belongs to them.

So someone smuggled it
into the States.

How much would that be worth?

I would say high seven figures.

Low eight.

Person that killed Doug Newberg
ransacked his place.

Maybe they were
looking for that.

So you're working on

a new collage in honor
of Doug Newberg?

I had Detective Bell
send me everything

the NYPD has on the man.

I've been through
my original notes,

most of their files.

Doug Newberg, rest his soul,
was a rather dull person.

I can't find anything which
connects him to smuggling.

Except for the dinosaur
in his backyard.

I'm trying to
immerse myself

in the particulars of
Mr. Newberg's life.

If he was not involved
with the black market,

perhaps someone
in his orbit was.

Hey, how is it
getting back into a case

you were working on
when you were using?

Interesting.

There were times
before, I ended up in the gutter,

where I functioned extremely
well with my addiction.

In spite of the fact

that I accepted payment
from Mr. Newberg's parents,

this investigation
is very clearly

not one of those times.

I failed to give
the man my best efforts,

and that is not
a pleasant thing to consider.

Who is it?

It's Randy.

His gyno-difficulties
persist.

A man sits before me.

His continued sobriety
may or may not hang

on whether I allow him
to air his issues.

I choose the decent path,
distasteful as it may seem,

and I hear him out.

The Rubicon is crossed.

I am now a confidante.

If I cut him off now,

do I not potentially put
his recovery at risk?

What are you
texting him?

"You'll do better
next time""

This rock wall
is very clearly not

a random hiding place.

It was very clearly chosen
and very carefully...

How on earth did you make
a career dealing with addicts?

Well, it's pretty late.
You could just call him.

No.

Okay, well,
I will work on

the collage while you are out.

It's not a collage.

I don't do crafts.

What time did you
get in last night?

I was with Randy until

well into the evening.

Well, you're
gonna need those.

After breakfast,
we're gonna get ice cream.

It's the dead of winter.

Why would we want
to go for ice cream?

Exactly.

That's Diego Salcedo.

Doug Newberg was his best man

at his wedding.
Diego has a record.

Convicted of
small stuff,

but eight years ago,
he was convicted

on three different counts
of criminal possession

of stolen property.

Case ended in mistrial.

I looked into what
he's up to now.

He owns a fleet
of ice cream trucks

that operate
all over New York.

I checked with the city,

and the trucks
have current permits.

And this seems to mean
something to you.

It's the middle of winter.

Why would he be running
a fleet of ice cream trucks?

The guy that I spoke to

said that most
of the operators

let their permits
lapse during the winter.

So why pay if you're not
selling any sundaes?

Half of the trucks are idle
and half of them are permanent.

And the ones
that are running?

They're licensed
to cover routes

that are mostly
industrial areas.

These industrial areas,
do they include ports?

Yes.

You think Diego Salcedo
is using ice cream trucks

to move smuggled goods
around the city?

Well, it could explain
why Doug Newberg

wound up with a
fossil in his yard.

Uh-huh.

So you think this guy

had something to do
with Newberg's murder?

We don't know.

But if he knows
where the fossil came from,

then he can get us closer
to a solution than we are now.

Has anyone
claimed responsibility

for the Nanotyrannus yet?

No. Why?

He wants to take it home.

Sorry.

Immigration and
Customs Enforcement

are stopping by later
to, uh, take custody.

If it's really from Mongolia,
they'll return it.

Looks like we got
a customer.

A lot of money
for a popsicle.

All right,
everybody stand by.

Copy that, copy that.

All units, all units...ight,
everybody stand by.

Okay, that's it,
let's go!

That's the order.
All units move!

Hey, guys.

What gives?

I was just returning
some unsold inventory

to my distributors.

Oh, yeah?

No customs stamp.

Cuban?

I don't understand.

You put a tail on me

and you arrest me.

All so you can ask me
a bunch of questions

about a T. rex you found
at my buddy Doug's house?

It's a Nanotyrannus.

And we're pretty sure
you put it there.

The guys you were
delivering those cigars to

are ready to tell us
about all the shipments

you processed for them.

The counts are
gonna pile up.

We say you're
our lead suspect

in the murder
of Doug Newberg.

Could mean the difference
between making bail or not.

Wait, what are you nuts?
I grew up with Doug.

He was my best man.
I didn't kill him.

Do you have an alibi?

I don't know. That was what?

Three years ago?

Captain, sorry to interrupt.

Two guys from Immigrations
and Customs just got here.

They say you were
expecting them.

Uh, tell them
I need a few minutes.

How did the fossil get

in your friend Doug's backyard?

All right, look.

Right before Doug got killed,
I took a delivery of a rock.

I don't even know
what was inside it.

But the buyer--

he fell out at the last minute.

And I was pretty sure
somebody federal

was watching my place,
so I couldn't bring it there.

So I asked Doug if I could
keep it at his place,

just for a couple of days.

Next day, he gets killed.

Did I think that the two events
were connected?

Yeah, of course, somebody
must've been following me.

But I always thought
that whoever killed him

took the rock, too.

You didn't know it
was in his backyard?

I gave it to him in his garage.

I mean, the guy must've stashed
the thing in there himself.

I didn't kill Doug.

I didn't kill Doug--
I mean, you can take my DNA.

You can hook me up
to a lie detector.

Whatever you need.

Volunteered his DNA rather
cheerfully, didn't he?

Whoever murdered Newberg

wanted that skeleton,
but they never found it.

We did.
And?

You want to put it
on the black market,

see who comes calling.

Captain, I got a guy from I.C.E.

hovering around my desk.

Something about a fossil.

What's with these guys?

I told them I need
a few minutes.

Uh, it's just one.

And he just got here.

Yeah, they, uh, they signed
for the thing, like,

I don't know, like,
ten minutes ago?

You were supposed
to wait until I got here.

These guys are federal.

You know how they are
about sitting around.

Did you confirm
their credentials?

I'm guessing
that you didn't,

because I got another I.C.E.
agent out in the bullpen,

and Detective Bell
says that he checks out.

What?

You just presided
over the theft

of a piece of evidence,
which also happens to be

a priceless
archeological treasure.

And off they go
with their Nanotyrannus fossil.

The whole affair does have a
certain spirit of derring-do.

One almost has
to admire it.

Hmm.

I just had
a very long conversation

with my counterpart at I.C.E.

They're gonna help us with the
investigation into the robbery.

We've got forensics on
the paperwork they left behind,

and we put a BOLO out
on the thieves.

Well, whoever they are,

they command
extraordinary resources.

Firstly, they had to know that
we'd recovered the fossil.

There's been no media coverage,
so that implies that they've

cultivated a source within
Immigration and Customs.

They created false documents
that were convincing enough

to fool a veteran policeman,
and they timed their operation

so that they arrived before
the real I.C.E. agent.

What are they even gonna do
with stolen dinosaur bones?

It's not like you can unload it
in some dark alley.

Yeah, you have
to be wired

into a network of
potential bidders.

People who are willing to
spend millions of dollars

on illegal purchases.

The question we need to ask is:
who's the biggest game in town

when it comes to
smuggled antiquities?

We find that person,
we'll find the thieves.

And I'll bet they're connected
to murder of Doug Newberg.

We've got Diego's list

of people that knew he was

driving the fossil around.

Plus, I'll get
the Port Authority

to cough up their files
on high-end smugglers.

We shall see if C has
any thoughts on the matter.

Okay, so you only know her as C,

and you've never
actually met her,

but you think
she can help us?

I know her only as
through choice.

I could find out her real name
if I wanted to, obviously.

But, uh, using initials is
something of a convention

of our mutual hobby.

Which is?

C and I engage
in prurient correspondence.

We have done
for quite some time.

You write each other
dirty letters?

That is a uniquely prudish
way of putting it.

But yes, we do.

Oh.

Erotica is a fascinating
literary genre.

I first encountered C on message
boards dedicated to analyzing

the correspondence
of D.H. Lawrence.

It turns out,
she is a master of the form.

And so how exactly is
your naughty pen pal

supposed to help us?

Well, we don't
exchange much details

about our private
lives, but I do know

that she's an executive
at a top auction house.

And like most high-end houses,
they have a problem losing

inventory at the ports
when they're bringing

merchandise into
the country.

So what are we supposed
to be looking for here?

Someone carrying
The Story of O?

I'm not entirely sure.

You think that's her?

She's described
that scarf

in one of her letters.

Do I look as
you'd imagined?

Hard to say.

The parts of you that keep
my imagination occupied are

fully clothed at the moment.

You have a rare
gift, madam.

It's a pleasure to make
your acquaintance.

Thanks for meeting me in person.

I'm half-convinced my assistant
listens to all my calls.

But I don't know
if I'll be able to help you.

I'm an auctioneer,
not a smuggler.

Surely you've rubbed
elbows with a few,

after a lifetime
in the trade.

There is one name.

Supposedly has a stranglehold
on the trade.

He's a bit of a myth actually.

The employees
at our warehouses always joke

that if they wanted
to make real money,

they'd sell our goods
over to him.

I suspect a few
of them have done it.

You have a name?

It's a bit silly.

Apparently, he calls himself
"The Magpie."

Any idea how I might get
in touch with him?

As I understand it, you have
to have something that he wants.

Then he... finds you.

Hey, you back there?

Mind you don't disturb the ink.

Well, obviously,
you're gonna make me ask.

We require a shiny bauble

to attract
the attention of the Magpie.

So I'm making one.

In 1517, Martin Luther

nailed his 95 Theses to
the door of Castle Church

in Wittenberg, and so was born
the Reformation.

Oh, yeah. I took
history in college.

Did you know
he also mailed

several handwritten copies

to notable figures
on the very same day?

It's long been rumored
that Luther

labored over several
rough drafts of the document.

You can imagine
what a copy might be worth.

Oh, so you're writing
a fake 95 Theses.

And then what?
I'm going to pose

as someone who has
recently inherited it,

and has no idea
of what its worth.

There are Web sites
which track

the availabilities
of such things.

I suppose eBay is
always an option.

Is this written in English?

The first few pages
are in Latin.

It doesn't have
to withstand close scrutiny.

It just needs to get us
in the vicinity of the Magpie.

"42-- Thaddeus is hereby
declared the best apostle

and those who disagree
shall be vigorously tickled""

What's up?

I found a solution
for my Randy problem.

What? And that's
upsetting you?

He mentioned Eve's
last name last night.

She's been out of town
for more than a year.

She's a heroin addict.
It's not difficult

to track her movements,
nor is it unreasonable

to speculate that she
may have broken the law

during her sabbatical.

I've just heard from
my contact in Chicago,

and it turns out
that Eve Hurley has

several open warrants there.

All I need do is notify
the relevant authorities,

and voila--
Randy's problem is solved.

You're just gonna
pull her offstage with a hook?

No, of course not.

She's a drug addict;
I can't very well

make her
my victim as well.

I realized I couldn't
follow through

the moment I reached
out to my contact.

That is why I'm upset.

A perfectly good solution has
to be chucked on account of...

Compassion?

Your expression--
what does it mean?

There's no expression.

Yes, there is; you're
leaving something unsaid.

I think I know what
you're thinking.

That I'd like
to make dinner in peace?

If Randy's gonna
stay sober,

he needs to learn to
deal with stressors.

If outside parties are
removing them from his life,

then he's not developing
that capacity.

He needs to cut her off,
that's blatantly obvious.

Yet, I've indulged his desire

to review the minutiae
of their relationship.

You know,
I know you hate this word,

but you've already been nice.

You heard him out.
You gave him good advice.

Why not just tell him you won't
talk about it with him anymore?

Because I fear that he will
relapse if I'm firm with him.

And I don't want that to happen;
not to my sponsee.

I'm being vain.

It's obvious that I'm not in
control of Randy's addiction

any more than I'm in control
of my own.

Interesting discussion.
Thank you.

Huh. I mostly
just chopped shallots.

Hey, man, I'm sorry.

I know this is getting old,

but she asked me
for money last night...

Randall, this has
got to stop!

I know, I know.
I'm just trying to figure out...

No, no, no.

There's nothing
to figure out, okay?

Your ex-girlfriend is a
practicing drug addict.

She has absolutely
no place in your life.

I've tried to
give you leeway

to arrive at this
conclusion on your own,

but this doesn't seem
to be happening.

That is my assessment
of the situation, okay?

So there's nothing else
for us to discuss!

Okay.

Okay.

Just consider what
I have, uh, suggested...

...and know that it comes
from a place of concern

for you and
your recovery.

No, I know.

I'll be right back, okay?

I'm gonna run
to the bathroom.

Watson.

Hey, what happened to you?

You were gone before I woke up.

Randall.

You have to get off the phone?

If I need to end
the conversation,

I will just hang up!

Right.

Listen, I checked that, uh,
dummy e-mail account you set up

for your fake 95 Theses thing.

Bunch of people
have been in touch.

Most of them seem
like regular collectors.

But one of them came in
with no name attached.

The guy says that he facilitates
discreet transactions

that may not be subject
to taxes.

Sounds like a black market sale.

He also says that he's
the only one who can hook us in

to a network
of truly high-end buyers.

Seems like the Magpie guy to me.

Respond. Set up a meeting
for him to inspect the theses.

Okay. Do you want me to give...

...Captain Gregson a heads-up?

Hello?

Could I have
a cup of tea, please?

Of course.
Sorry. I thought

you guys weren't
ordering anything.

Why would you think that?

Your friend just left.

So he just left?

Without so much
as a "by your leave."

It's a bit disconcerting.

It's certainly the last time
I take your advice.

Advice? I was
chopping shallots.

Did you call him?

He's not answering.

Well, maybe he just
needs some time.

Okay, so what is
our plan here?

We're just gonna
go there and ask him

if he murdered
Doug Newberg?

We're gathering information.

Do you think he really
goes by "Magpie"?

Well, I suppose
we'll find out.

Hello?

Mr. Magpie?

Look at this.

Look like chalk striations.

They are.

This is the rock that used to
contain the nanotyrannus.

Someone smashed it to pieces

and destroyed the fossil.

He may have called
himself "The Magpie,"

but his real name
was Malcolm Turner.

The bullets didn't
finish him off,

so the murderer hit him
in the back of the head

with some kind
of club, huh?

M.E. thinks there's
epithelial cells

on Turner's back
and at the dinosaur remains,

so it looks like we got
the killer's DNA.

This person murders
Malcolm Turner,

and then takes the time
to willfully destroy a fossil

worth millions
of dollars.

Why would anyone do that?

Maybe it was one
of Turner's competitors.

But I can't see
why anyone familiar

with the invisible hand
of the market would

destroy something, obliterate
something of such value.

There's an
interesting motive

hidden here somewhere.

We just need to root it out.

Gay?

Why is Gay asleep on our couch?

I worked her hard.

Don't be territorial about
your geologist, Watson.

I was in need of one
this evening.

I'm guessing that's why
you're blasting

"Marriage of Figaro"
at 4:00 in the morning.

You don't even like opera.

No, of course I don't.

All the tedious
histrionics.

I was using it
to stay awake.

I believe I have learned why

the Magpie's killer
destroyed the nanotyrannus.

"Dead Clade Walking."

A "clade" is a term
for a group of animals

which has survived an
extinction-level event.

It's widely acknowledged
in paleontological circles

that the extinction of
the dinosaurs was brought about

by a comet striking
the surface of the Earth

approximately
66 million years ago.

The foundation of this belief
is a layer of rock

beneath the surface
of the Earth

which has an abundance
of rare metals

thought to be common
in comets and asteroids

called the "KT Boundary."

Yeah, I read about that
somewhere.

They only find dinosaur fossils
below the KT Boundary, right?

Mm. Apart from a few very rare
exceptions, yes.

Stands to reason: if the
dinosaurs were rendered extinct

by the comet which created
the KT Boundary,

you couldn't very well find
their bones above it, right?

Right. Right?

Maybe.

the few fossils found above
the KT Boundary to suggest

that some dinosaurs survived
the comet's impact.

Like Martin Luther before them,
they have dared

to challenge the orthodoxy
of the institution

which gives them
their livelihood.

They call their theory
"Dead Clade Walking."

And it's enormously
controversial in the field.

Okay, so maybe dinosaurs lived
longer than we thought.

Why is that controversial?

Well, why is anything
controversial?

These people need something
to argue about,

and "Dead Clade Walking"
has yielded

a bumper crop of conflict.

Well, sounds like
a really good episode of Nova,

but I'm not sure what it has
to do with our investigation.

Rock the nanotyrannus
was found in.

I decided to take a closer look
at its composition.

And Gay has confirmed
that it seems to have

certain geological features

which would suggest it was
buried above the KT Boundary.

It would be the first

complete skeleton found there.

So it could have proven
the theory?

Though we will never know.

Whoever destroyed the sample
has made sure of that.

You think someone was willing
to kill just to keep

"Dead Clade Walking"
from being declared true?

Murders have been committed
on the basis of far less.

Who would do that?

I don't know. Not yet.

But I'm assembling a list of
the city's most vocal opponents

to "Dead Clade Walking."

Seemed like a good place
to start.

You've all been asked
here today because you represent

the most strident opposition
to "Dead Clade Walking."

You might be interested to know
that we recently found

a nanotyrannus skeleton
that may have been buried

well above the KT Layer.

Unfortunately,
the fossil was destroyed

and the person
in possession of it was killed.

We believe someone with
a vested interest in keeping

"Dead Clade Walking"
from being proven right

was behind the murder.

You think one of us did it?

Do I look like I'm running
around planning murders?

We'd like each of you
to volunteer a cheek swab,

and we'll test it against some
DNA we found at the crime scene.

You don't have to agree,
of course,

although you would be
assisting an active

homicide investigation
if you do.

Okay, whatever.
This is silly.

Problem?

With giving my DNA
to the police? Yes.

I do have a
problem with that.

Guy takes
his privacy seriously.

Yeah. His name is
Ivan Kershavin.

And perhaps our investigation
just found a bit of focus.

Let's say this guy
really did kill the Magpie.

He has to know we're
watching him, right?

I mean, even if we use
his social media

to track down where
he'll be today,

you really think he's gonna
throw away a tissue

so we can get
a DNA sample?

Well, he wouldn't
if he was a competent criminal.

But the good investigator
never rules out

the possibility
that one's quarry is a fool.

Are you worried
about Randy?

No, I'm-I'm just checking to see
if he's called, that's all.

You know, if he has cut me off,
it'll be a relief.

Sponsorship is
a risky investment

of one's time and energy,
quite frankly.

Well, you can back off

that Kershavin guy.

We got the preliminary results
from the DNA samples we took.

There is a match for what
we found at the scene.

It's Andrew Donnelly.

The guy in the wheelchair?

Guy is smart enough

to not talk until
his lawyer gets here.

I know DNA is DNA,

but I'm having a hard time
getting my head around that guy

shooting a career criminal

and then clubbing him to death.

He gave us his DNA.

He knew a refusal would
make him a suspect.

Perhaps he's hoping
we were bluffing.

I know the visual's
incongruous, but...

Andrew Donnelly is

a superstar of
paleontology.

He's also the leading opponent
of "Dead Clade Walking."

He's staked out
a very public position,

so he's got quite a bit to lose:

speaking fees,
consulting jobs.

The books that he writes

would no doubt
fall out of circulation.

You like him for
the Doug Newberg murder, too?

Actually, we just got the
results comparing the DNA

from both crime scenes;
they don't match.

We're looking for
two different killers.

Maybe the Newberg
murder was just

a garden-variety
burglary gone wrong.

Seems unlikely.

Well, let's see.

Maybe he'll confess
to the Magpie's murder.

Oh.

Oh, you can turn around,
Counselor.

We're ready to begin
questioning your client.

There isn't gonna be an
interrogation of Mr. Donnelly.

My client is the victim
of a frame-up.

Malcolm Turner,
this man

who called himself
"The Magpie"--

he was killed yesterday
morning, right?

Sometime between
10:00 and 12:00?

Andrew Donnelly was
leading a guided tour

of the Triboro Museum
of Natural History

from 9:00 a.m. until 2:30.

It's something
he does every year

for people who donate
big money to his department.

I've got
Instagram photos

posted during
the tour itself,

and more than a
dozen millionaires

who can vouch for
his whereabouts.

I take it you'll be
issuing an apology

along with
Mr. Donnelly's release.

Well, it...
appears she's correct.

Mr. Donnelly could not have
murdered the Magpie.

Well, how the hell did his DNA
get to the crime scene?

Why are you cutting up
the Magpie case file?

I am reducing it
to digestible chunks.

A 1953 study at the
University of Michigan

found that
planarian worms

could navigate a maze
more successfully

after ingesting
the remains of other worms

who had also run
the same course.

Perhaps if I ingest the file,
it will offer fresh insights.

You're not really gonna

eat that entire
stack of paper, right?

Andrew Donnelly's DNA was found

at the scene
of the Magpis mue',

but he did not commit the crime.

Ivan Kershavin refused
to give us a sample

of his DNA,
but two hours ago,

a detective pulled
a can of soda

from his rubbish
and got one for us anyway.

Not a match.

I'm at a loss.

Hence, a new perspective
on the problem.

Well, the Magpie kept records of
all his transactions, right?

Gregson pulled it
from his studio.

If we figure out
who the customers were,

maybe we can come up with
a new list of suspects.

Thank you for your insights.

I would not have thought
of that on my own.

The Magpie identified his
customers via pseudonyms.

He sold a tapestry
from a castle

in Ireland to
a "Bucky Wanderstick"

A bracelet supposedly
worn by Genghis Khan

went to "Michael
McBender," so on.

At least the guy
has a bad sense of humor.

"Snipes Houlihan"--
he's got his own

separate column.

Four different sales.

"D-apostrophe-phalange."

"D-apostrophe-humerus."

"D-apostrophe-atlas/axis."

A toe, an arm,
top of the spine...

The transactions happened
over a period of months, so...

I want to know
why they're linked.

I'm guessing there's
a good reason for all of this.

I'm trying to attract the
attention of "Snipes Houlihan."

You know who he is?

I was curious as to why

the sales were grouped

under the heading
"D-apostrophe-D."

When I reasoned that the Magpie
would only be trading

in bones of species
which were rare or extinct,

I quickly developed a theory

as to what it meant.

He sold three different
Dimetrodon bones

to the same buyer.
Precisely.

Three different bones

from three wildly divergent
locations on the body.

Why would one need
a toe, an arm, leg,

and a piece of
the spinal column?

Well, I can read.

I'm guessing you think
that he used it

to fill out this display.

A display which claims to be

the only complete
skeleton of its kind,

but which is, in fact, augmented

by bones which were purchased
on the black market.

So that man we met,
Jerome Thomas--

he said that he supervised
the dig himself.

He did.

He personally oversaw

the cataloging
of all the findings.

You think he faked
finding a complete skeleton

and then bought the missing
pieces on the black market.

But what does this have to do

with the Magpie's murder?

It's the link which connects

the murders of Doug Newberg
and the Magpie.

Firstly, it establishes
that Dr. Thomas knew

and did business with the man.

He would no doubt know

what he had up for sale
at any given moment.

The textbook I gave you--
did you notice who wrote it?

Andrew Donnelly. He's...

He's the man
whose DNA was found

at the scene of
the Magpie's murder.

And Jerome Thomas.

They collaborated
on that book, which is used

as the introductory text

for almost every
entry-level course.

Now, Andrew Donnelly's
reputation would be ruined

if "Dead Clade Walking"
were proven correct.

So what do you think
would happen

to sales of his textbook?

I'm sure they would plummet.

What do you suppose would happen
to the reputation

of his close associates?

They'd be tainted, too.

What one earth
are you two doing?

You found out
there was a fossil

that could prove
"Dead Clade Walking""

and you killed Doug Newberg
to get your hands on it.

What?

You couldn't find it,
so you thought it was lost,

until the Magpie
put it up for sale again.

And then you planted
Andrew Donnelly's DNA

at the second murder.
Actually,

I think that was a mistake.

I think you used a tool that

you and Dr. Donnelly probably
shared in the field.

Maybe you brought it with you
to destroy the fossil.

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

but you two
need to leave.

Yeah, all right.

If that's what you want.

We don't have enough
evidence to arrest you,

anyway. But...
the police are drawing up

a warrant for your DNA
as we speak.

And you and I

both know it's going
to match the material

found at Doug Newberg's
three years ago.

They're also going to be
able to search your home

and your lab for
the murder weapon.

So, given all that,

I thought I'd give you
the opportunity to confess.

The academic community
was stunned today

as Dr. Jerome Thomas,
curator of the fossil collection

at the Triboro Museum
of Natural History,

was charged with
two separate murders...

Hey.

This was at the
front stoop for you.

Ah.

This would be the remains
of the Nanotyrannus.

Oh. You mean
a pile of dust?

This creature survived

the single greatest

extinction-level
event in history.

It deserves
a loftier resting place

than someone's dustbin.

Do you feel good?

You solved the case.

Doug Newberg's parents finally
know what happened to their son.

Yes, I suppose I do.

You don't have
to say it.

I know what you're thinking.

The odds are
reasonably good

that none of this would have
happened without you.

Allow me to return the favor

by releasing the evil humours
from your skull.

I'm good.

So, um...

I got high with
Eve last night.

I see.

I woke up this morning

and I told her that I never
wanted to see her again.

It's over.

I don't know if you're
still my sponsor or not,

but if you'd
be willing...

So you want to go to a meeting?

Right now?

Yeah.

All right.

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