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"Now that your hand's better,
who's gonna shake

all the paint around here".

Okay, that is in
questionable taste.

It was a gift
from the guys for passing

my firearms requalification.
Far as I'm concerned,

under the circumstances,
they can joke all they want.

Well, you know I'm happy
for you, too, right?

Prove it. A bunch of us
are getting together

after work Friday.
You should come.

Your partner, too.

Is that why you asked me here?

To invite us to a party?

Actually, I was hoping
to catch you and Holmes.

A few months back, I was working
a homicide out of East New York.

Drug dealer
named Quame Martenz

shot and killed
a neighborhood kid.

We've liked Martenz
for other shootings before,

but this is the first time
a witness was willing to talk.

At least she was at first.

Name's Nicole Watkins.
She's 18.

ADA's Office
called me this morning,

said she got cold feet.

Told the DA's Office

to stop calling
and dropped out of sight.

You think Martenz
threatened her?

It's a good guess.

DA's Office issued
a material witness order,

but no one can find her.

Thought maybe you guys
could lend some extra eyes?

I'm guessing if she doesn't
testify, Martenz walks.

Probably.

All right, I will let you know

if we come up with anything.

We find her, you're making me

a martini with that thing.

Morning, Sherman.

Miss me?

Who's there?

Please... stop.

I don't want to die.

♪ Elementary 2x18 ♪
The Hound of the Cancer Cells
Original Air Date on March 13, 2014

== sync, corrected by Romesh ==
RiVaL

Name's Barry Granger.
MD, Ph.D.

DOA.

Lab assistant found
him like this

this morning, with this
suicide note in his lap.

"I'm sorry it's all true.

"I can't live any longer
with what I've done.

Barry."

Helium is common
in labs like this.

And as morbid as it sounds,

it's supposed to be
a good way to go.

Your body
doesn't even know

it's not receiving oxygen.
You just go to sleep.

and you never wake up.

In other words,

at least by appearances,
this man used what was handy

in the workplace to provide
himself with a convenient exit.

But of course you have
your suspicions.

Or else we wouldn't be here.

Granger was the first one in
this morning.

Lab assistant found him alone.

Sweaty running clothes.

Shower stall
in there is wet.

So Dr. Granger ran to work.

And then changed here.

Who does that

before killing themselves?

It's not like a suicidal guy

would worry about
staying in shape.

So what
do you think?

Someone put a gun
to his head,

forced him to do this?

Nothing quite so clumsy.

Have a look at this.

Tacky residue on the bottom
of the door.

And on the floor...

as if someone has
taped the gap shut.

I need something powdery
that won't kill us.

Surprise me.

Care to tell us
what you're doing?

Just a moment.

I think you're right.

Dr. Granger was murdered.

He was asphyxiated with gas
while he showered.

Most likely with helium
so the M.E.'s findings

would match the narrative
that we were meant to believe.

The killer taped three hoses--

une, deux, trois--

under the doorway.

Sealed the gap with tape.

Once the victim
had lost consciousness...

...he was dried,

clothed, and staged.

Any security videos?

There's none in the lab.

The staff says that's 'cause
the work was confidential.

I did notice a few on
the way in, but...

Given the knowledge
of the lab and the victim

that this murder demonstrates,
it's likely

the killer knew
how to avoid them.

I'm gonna pull
the security video.

I'll let you know
if we get lucky.

Excuse me...

Any idea
what "it's all true" refers to?

A few weeks ago,
Dr. Granger published

the results of a study
that we were doing.

Last week, a reader e-mailed
the journal it was in,

and said
the results were faked.

Were they?

I wouldn't know.

But, uh, he was up
in arms about it.

An accusation like that
can ruin a guy's career.

What were you studying?

Is something troubling
about that question?

No, I want to help.

I-I just don't know what I'm
allowed to say. I signed an NDA.

Surely you can tell us
about the contents

of Dr. Granger's article--
that's been made public.

Perhaps you give us the name
of the person who asked you

to sign the NDA and we can
pose our questions to them?

This has to be
the craziest day of my life.

I'd say Barry Granger
had a crazier one.

Barry was my friend.

I'm devastated.

But I'm also personally
screwed by all this.

So excuse me if I'm
a little shell-shocked.

Would you be so kind
as to explain your relationship

to Dr. Granger
and the work he was doing.

I'm sure we'll feel awful
for you momentarily.

That device
that you're holding

is a breathalyzer
that detects cancer.

Well, I read about that
being possible in theory.

Dogs being able to smell
when their owners have cancer.

Apparently cancer
cells give off

different gasses
than healthy ones.

And this device is meant
to detect them in your breath.

Your company holds the patent?

Dr. Granger's connection?

He was running
clinical trials.

A hundred subjects
known to have lung cancer,

a hundred who don't.

It's a blind study to see

if The Hound gets it right.

"The Hound?"

Uh, it's just
a working name.

We had to call it something.

We understand
that an anonymous tipster

claimed that Dr. Granger
falsified his results.

It works.

But that accusation
changed everything.

Now no one believes the study.

A month ago,
analysts were calling that

a billion-dollar invention.

And today, my investors
are pulling out.

Might I ask you your whereabouts

this morning around 6:00?

I'm simply coming
around to your point.

The scandal you're referring to
may have cost you a fortune.

If Dr. Granger
did falsify his results,

perhaps someone
killed him in anger.

I'm the last person
who would've hurt Barry.

That detector
is my life's work.

Barry didn't
falsify anything.

Barry didn't jaywalk.

He was a good guy.

And besides, can you imagine
if the police hadn't seen

through that suicide note?
It would have completely

legitimized the accusation.

Sorry, you still haven't
answered my question.

Your whereabouts this morning?

I was with my girlfriend.

I spent the night at her place.

And that's cause
for secrecy because...?

I'm in the middle of a divorce.

Your affair's
been going on

longer than your wife is aware.

If she finds out,
her lawyers'll have a field day.

I never would've hurt Barry.

I was counting on him to help,

help me dig out
from under all this.

And now...

My girlfriend's name

is Sloan Teller.

I'll give you her number
so you can talk to her.

I just ask
that you don't tell my ex.

Hank Prince's girlfriend
backed him up.

Said she was with him
all morning.

Not surprising.

He was telling the truth
when he said he'd be better off

with a live Barry Granger
than a dead one.

Well, score one
for cheating husbands.

Hank Prince may be
a very naughty boy,

but he may also be remembered
for giving the world

a great innovation.

Based on Dr. Granger's study,
"The Hound" appeared

to be quite promising--
or at least it did

until his research was
called into question

by an anonymous tipster.

Correction.
Pseudonymous.

The tipster goes by the name

Adam Peer-- a peer.

And from what I've learned,

he's been quite an irritant
to the research community.

He reads scientific
and medical journals;

he spots errors and
fraud from the comfort

of his undisclosed sofa,

and then e-mails his criticisms
via an anonymous server.

Oh, sounds like something
you would do.

Comparison proudly embraced.

He is, at heart,
a fellow detective.

And one whose track record
is quite good.

He's incited a number

of embarrassing retractions.

Hmm.

But you obviously find him

far less interesting than I do.

I'm waiting
for some information

about that girl
that Bell's looking for.

Nicole Watkins.
Yeah, well,

apparently she had
a favorite teacher.

Kind of a surrogate dad.
He's retired now.

I thought maybe she would
get in touch with him.

The school's supposed
to text me his address.

Oh! by the way, Bell is having
a party this Friday.

I thought that we could...

Captain is e-mailing us
a video clip

from the lab's security.

No luck spotting our killer

entering or exiting,
but the cameras

did catch Dr. Granger arguing

with an unidentified woman
two nights ago.

Take a look.

Mm, looks pretty heated.

Dr. Granger...

made a number of calls

from his cell phone

to the same number

in the days leading
up to his death.

A woman named Dalit Zirin.

The last of these calls is

one hour before this argument.

You think that's
the woman in the video.

Well, we can find out.

I'm sorry, it's just...

I can't believe Barry is dead.

May I ask

how you and Dr. Granger
knew each other?

We went to college together.

Barry...

he had a thing for me.

But the feeling wasn't mutual.

I didn't mind back then.

It was cute.

Then last month, I guess
he looked me up online.

I had to tell him
I still wasn't interested.

I mean, it took some
voice-raising

for him to get the message.

Is something wrong?

No. Thank you
for your time.

Our condolences
for your loss.

Thank you.

Okay, cameras everywhere,
high-tech locks;

obviously not
a travel agency.

And I think she was lying
about her relationship with Granger.

Agreed and agreed.
Can't say for certain,

but given their cover,

I would guess some sort
of smuggling operation.

One can imagine
any number of scenarios

where Granger saw something
he shouldn't have,

got himself killed.

I'm also quite confident
there were concealed weapons

within reach of every
individual in there,

notable exceptions
being us.

Explains the hasty exit.

Normally, I'm a fan
of confirming if I'm right,

but I think it's best
to contact

Captain Gregson and
let him bring reinforcements.

It's Nicole Watkins' school.

They sent me the address of that
retired teacher-- Manny Rose.

We should go. The captain says
he'll get a search warrant,

but it might take a couple of
hours to find a friendly judge.

I'll contact you
when I hear from him.

Okay.

I know it's a long shot,
Mr. Rose,

but it sounded like Nicole got
really close to you.

It looks like a lot
of your students do.

I try to help them when I can.

Sometimes it's just
believing in them.

Sometimes it's helping them
stay alive.

Is there any chance
that you've seen her

or been in touch with her?

She's here?

I'd avoid using
the words "police" or "testify."

At least at first.

Nicole? I'm Joan Watson.

I'm friends with Marcus Bell.

I was hoping
we could talk.

You promised.

I promised not to tell anyone
you were staying here,

and I didn't.

Miss Watson found you
all by herself.

I told the DA's Office
I don't want to talk anymore.

They're not the ones
who sent me. Marcus did.

He just wanted
to make sure you're okay.

I'm not.

There are people out there
that want to kill me.

If you're being threatened,
there are measures...

...that the department
can take to protect you.

Measures aren't good enough.

Not anymore.

You're pregnant.

Captain.

Are you sure you e-mailed me

the right address
of that travel agency?

Quite sure.

This place is empty.

Not just unoccupied.
I mean, cleared out.

I can't say I'm surprised.

I've continued my own search
for information on Ms. Zirin.

Over the last several years,

she's done an impressive job
of not existing.

My apologies
for the inconvenience.

At least we've confirmed

that they were up
to something untoward.

I'll find out who owns
the building,

get the name on the lease.

If I find out anything
interesting,

I'll give you a call.

Thank you.

Ms. Zirin.

At my home.

May I come in?

Depends on your intentions.

Well, obviously, you realized
I'm not a travel agent.

I'm Mossad.

And what is the
Israeli intelligence community's

interest in Barry Granger?

None, actually.

But let me in and I'll tell you
who I think killed him.

The part about me and Barry
meeting in college was true.

Columbia.

Barry was pre-med,
I was computer science.

Your citizenship?
Dual.

I was raised here mostly,
but my parents are Israeli.

Hmm.

So why are you here?

I'm here because I care
about Barry.

He is my friend.

And because you left me
very little choice.

Oh?

I know you're still prying.

Better that I just tell you

and get you to look for Barry's
killer in the right place.

Well, since you're obviously
in the mood for sharing,

Perhaps you'd like to tell me
what you and your colleagues

were up to
at the travel agency.

Nothing the American government
would frown on.

Nothing they're aware of,
either.

So if it wasn't your affection
Barry was after, what was it?

Someone sent an e-mail
to a medical journal

accusing him of fraud.

Adam Peer.
That was a pseudonym.

Barry wanted me to find out
who really sent it.

He knew what I really did.

We were in a relationship
when I was first recruited.

But I told him no.

He was asking me
to break multiple laws.

So Dr. Granger spent his final
days looking for Adam Peer,

and you think Adam Peer killed
him for his troubles.

Well, whoever Peer is,

he may value his secrecy enough
to kill for it.

When I heard what happened
to Barry,

I felt terrible
about turning him away.

So I broke some laws after all.

I couldn't identify Peer,
but I did hack the servers

at some of the journals
he'd written to.

Those are all the
e-mails I could find.

You're giving them
to me because...?

Well, thanks to you,
my unit's being reassigned.

So you can take it from here.

You seem to know
what you're doing.

Maybe you can find

the person who killed Barry...

and see that they pay.

She know who the dad is?

Her boyfriend.

He's working two jobs,

he wants to support them...

well, it's gonna be tough.

You were right.
She's a good kid.

But when she promised
to testify,

she didn't know what
she was getting herself into.

Now that she's pregnant...

I mean, she wants to have a
future and not just for herself.

You said she was crashing
with some old teacher?

Yes. His name is Manny Rose.

Manny Rose?

What, you know him?

Personally, no.

But I know the legend.

When I was...
I don't know, ten or 11,

he was a history teacher
over at Rooker High.

Couple bangers showed up
one day, tried to drag

one of his kids
out of his class.

They didn't know
Mr. Rose also helped coach

the JV baseball team.

Chased 'em off with a bat.

He seemed like a good man.

Yeah, I didn't realize
Nicole knew him.

Guess there's a lot
I didn't know about her.

Oh, you're still
going over those?

Mm. When an Israeli
intelligence operative

hands you a collection of
illegally obtained e-mails,

you don't just
skim them, Watson.

I don't understand why

you're just taking
her word for it.

I take no one
at their word.

But Adam Peer's gone to quite
extraordinary lengths

to conceal his
true identity.

A little murder hardly
seems out of bounds.

An Officer Mulgrew
called for you.

I assume you've
taken on

another investigative
side project?

Actually, no.

He's helping me
with a gift for Marcus.

Which reminds me:
We never finished talking...

Zirin and her team effectively
disappeared last night.

She didn't have to come here.

She could've been
on her merry way.

Why do you keep doing that?

Doing what?
Cutting me off

whenever I talk
about Marcus's party.

You did that to me
yesterday, too.

Because I'm not going
to the party.

Why don't you want
to go to the party?

I'm sorry, sorry,
have we met?

Hi, hi. My name is Sherlock.
I'm a recovering drug addict.

You know, you bear a striking
resemblance to a sobriety

counselor I once knew.

What's that you say?
Triggers abound in bars? Hmm.

I'm sorry. I didn't realize
it was in a bar.

Mullane's-- I heard it
from the captain.

Is that really why
you don't want to go?

You know, there
are certain milestones--

an officer making detective,
a retirement, a wake,

an injured man returning
to full duty--

which belong
to the police, right?

It's their night.

It's their chance
to raise a glass

surrounded by their brethren.

It is a fraternity to which--

my countless contributions
notwithstanding--

I will always remain
an outsider.

And given my role in starting
Detective Bell down his detour,

it seems inappropriate

that I be part of
celebrating his return.

Okay, I get it.

Okay, so if Adam Peer is
so prolific,

why have they not been able to
track his writing location yet?

He employs a technique called
"onion routing."

A message passes through
multiple servers,

each one with encrypted

instructions for passing
it on to the next step.

Now, no single layer has any
knowledge of the other steps,

making it virtually impossible to trace
the letter back to its source.

This is the Toproxefin case.

You're familiar with it?

It's a painkiller that the FDA

rejected about four years ago,

after the drug company sank
millions of dollars into it.

That was Adam Peer.

It was his first.
Now you're impressed.

No, it was a big deal.

When it came out

that researchers cherry-picked
their data,

they only disclosed
positive results,

and they hid the fact they knew
it caused nerve damage.

This drug company,
Merrill-Grand, ended up

paying a huge fine.

Well, there was a researcher
who, who tried

to warn upper management

about the misconduct but...

You said
this was Adam Peer's first?

Don't serial anythings
usually start close to home?

Toproxefin was
an embarrassing chapter...

for me
and for the whole company.

But it was never
willful fraud,

not at the
corporate level.

Sometimes when there's that much
money at stake,

you develop a kind
of selective deafness.

Yes, well, you say tomato...

We're not here to judge you.

Miss Buckner,
you were in charge

of New Products
at the time?

We thought you could tell us
about the researcher

who first raised concerns
about the drug.

Because the police think
he killed someone.

We just want
to ask him some questions.

Okay.

His name is Lawrence Cranford.

He was a neurochemist
on one of the study teams.

He quit after his
warnings were ignored.

Do you know how
we can find him?

He dropped out of sight
after that.

Did you or anyone else
at Merrill-Grand

ever consider that
he might be Adam Peer?

Of course we did.

When the whole thing happened,

our investigators
tried to find him.

But he'd moved.

It was like he'd
gone off the grid.

And then when
the FDA rejected it

and the drug was dead anyway,

we just dropped the whole thing.

I can get you
what we have on him.

Nicole's
at the doctor's.

It's only a couple
of blocks away.

She should
be here soon.

I remember this park
when I was a kid.

You couldn't even
walk through it.

Looks nice now.

This dealer,
Martenz...

how bad?

He's pretty bad.

Deals crack, heroin...

works in
Cypress Hills.

He uses kids
as go-betweens,

so it's tougher
to pin him down.

Sorry, I have
to ask...

is that the bat?

No.

I'm not that proud.

That's a gift from
a kid I used to coach.

He's in the minors now.

Arm like a cannon.

Nicole'll come
around, Detective.

I'll see to it.

Actually, Mr. Rose...

that's not why I came.
I, uh...

I wanted to tell her it's okay.
I understand.

She doesn't have to do anything
she doesn't want to do.

The DA's Office
has their guy,

and there's
other evidence.

They'll just have to make
the best case they can.

And who knows,
maybe Martenz'll plead out,

do a little time.

Doesn't feel right

to try to talk her
into testifying.

Martenz killed a boy.

A good boy.

She can explain to a jury
exactly what happened.

I'm sorry;
I'm getting called away.

It's another case.

Would you tell her
what I said?

Thanks for the water.

No luck finding
Lawrence Cranford?

Worse luck.
Did find him.

Lawrence Cranford was
apparently so disgusted

by his experience
with Big Pharma--

and I quote fr his resignation
letter to Merrill-Grand:

"...a company
so poisoned by profits

"that even the few
good souls who remember

why they got into health care
are silenced"--

that he drove
to Mexico,

took up surfing,
and settled in Baja,

where he was killed

by a rash of unseasonably
rough waves in 2012...

placing my degree of certainty

that he is not Adam Peer
at around 100%.

Bullet-riddled man.

Is the decor in here not
American enough for you?

We could get
some Rockwells,

deep fat fryer...

No, this is the gift

I was telling you about,
for Marcus.

It's the target from
his requalification test.

Officer Mulgrew is
a firearms instructor.

He pulled it for me.

It's a nice grouping.

Hmm.

Other potential
Adam Peers?

Each of them,
at some point today.

Other researchers,
executives at Merrill-Grand

involved in the development
of Toproxefin.

So you think Adam Peer was
someone else inside the company.

Unfortunately, I've also already
eliminated each of them,

as either a coconspirator
in the fraud

or unaware of it
until after the scandal broke.

Lawrence Cranford
is the only individual

who knew that his teammates
were concealing negative data,

but was not himself

part of the deceit.

Well, it has to be
someone else he told.

According to
his own e-mails,

he only told a
handful of higher-ups

who rejected his warnings.

Unless, of course,
one of them didn't.

"...even the few good souls

who remember why they
got into health care..."

He wasn't talking about himself.

One of the higher-ups
tried to do the right thing

and Cranford knew it.

Ms. Buckner!

Oh, I'm sorry,

I'm actually late
for an appointment...

No, no, I'm sure you
can spare us a moment.

Alternatively, we could
head up to your superiors

and share with them
our suspicions

that you're Adam Peer.

In 2008,
you headed a panel

examining the
corrosive effect

of profit margins on
American health care.

And you must have known
this would go over poorly

with your new bosses,

'cause you left it off
your resume

when you applied here.
How did you...?

When Lawrence Cranford shared
his concerns about Toproxefin,

you wanted to stop the drug.
But you couldn't.

Not without losing your job.
You created

Adam Peer as a way to blow
the whistle anonymously.

And when your bosses
still thought

it was someone
inside the company,

you were able
to deflect suspicion,

because you were the one
in charge of finding him.

According to the files
you gave us,

you sent your investigators
looking for Cranford.

He looked the part, but you only
needed to run out the clock.

As soon as the FDA
rejected the drug,

you were also the person
who called off the search.

I'm quite certain a thorough
scan of your computer

would reveal some of
Adam Peer's footprints.

We don't have a warrant, but...

we're betting
that your employers

will cooperate without one.

You're only half right.

Because I'm only
half of "Adam Peer."

You have a partner.

Had.

Barry.

The two of us were
Adam Peer together.

The murder victim
Barry Granger.

I would never have hurt him.

And you already know
he didn't hurt himself.

I'm sorry, but...

if you thought
Adam Peer killed him...

you were wrong.

I already told
your consultants

this e-mail didn't
come from us.

I didn't send it,

and Barry obviously
didn't discredit himself.

Someone hijacked our pseudonym

and used it to attack
Barry's study.

That's quite a hobby
you two had going.

How did it start?

Barry and I met at a conference

about a year before
the Toproxefin scandal.

We shared a lot of
the same concerns...

including the influence
of money on good science.

So you came up with the idea
of Adam Peer together.

At first, it was just a way
to expose Toproxefin.

And it worked.
We got away with it.

And then,
a few months later,

Barry was reading an article
in another journal

and he noticed
that some pictures

of tissue samples
were duplicates.

Adam Peer already existed,

so we used him again.

And then we started
looking for things.

Plagiarism,

data that was
too perfect...

Before we knew it,
Adam Peer had become

something bigger
than either of us.

Why didn't you say something

when Dr. Granger was killed?

Because it
would have meant

undoing all the good
that Adam Peer had done.

If it came out
that you were

an exec at a big drug company,

it would've looked like any
rival study you'd debunked

was motivated by greed.

Barry and I talked
about coming forward

after he was accused of fraud.

He refused,

even to clear his own name.

He knew that eventually

his work would
defend itself.

So when he died, I...

I did what I thought
he would have wanted.

Which was nothing.

Can you account
for your whereabouts

Wednesday morning
about 6:00 a.m.?

Uh, I was just
coming off

of a red-eye from
San Francisco

with about a half-dozen
of my colleagues.

Their numbers
are in my phone;

they'll confirm it.

You're gonna tell them,
aren't you?

You're gonna tell everyone

the truth about Adam Peer.

The device that
Dr. Granger was testing

could save countless lives.

And the person
who attempted to decry it

was an imposter, so...

how could we not?

So why go to the trouble
of discrediting Barry Granger

when you're going
to kill him anyway?

To explain the suicide?

Perhaps the target
wasn't Dr. Granger,

but his work.

Consider the combined effect

of the killer's plan:

You lob an accusation of fraud

and then stage it to look like

Granger killed himself
in shame.

So you think this is
corporate espionage?

Loathe as I am to admit it,

Granger's benefactor Hank Prince

may be right
when he sees himself

as the victim
in all this.

I can't believe it.

Barry was Adam Peer.

Just not the one who called
your invention into question.

We've notified the journal
his study appeared in

the e-mail
accusing fraud

was, in fact,
fraud itself.

Might not be
the same as having

Dr. Granger back
to clear his name,

but it should reassure
your investors

and expedite the vetting
of the good doctor's work.

Thank you.

You have no idea how much time
you've just saved me.

But... what now?

Obviously, "Adam Peer"
didn't kill Barry, so who did?

We believe it was
someone who had motive

to attack you
and your work.

Is it safe to assume

The Hound has
competition?

Well, of course.

Any particular rivals
spring to mind?

I'll write you a list.

Mr. Rose.

Everything
all right?

I had a talk with
Nicole this morning.

I told her
that I thought

that testifying was
the right thing to do.

It did not go well.

She left.

Went to stay with
family of hers upstate.

Sorry to hear that.

But, you know, like I told you
the other day...

she needs to do
what she needs to do.

I want to take her place.

What?

I want to testify in her place.

Nicole and I must've
talked a thousand times.

about what she saw that night.

I know every detail,
inside and out.

You understand
that's perjury, right?

You could go to jail,

I could lose my shield...

And do you really think
Martenz's attorney

wouldn't see
right through it?

You coming forward,
months after the shooting,

just as Nicole backs out?

He'd eat you alive on the stand

and Martenz would still go free.

Mr. Rose, I'm confused.

I-I know you.

I know how
much you did

for your school,
your community...

How much?

How much have I done?

Would you want your child
to go to Rooker High?

Would you want to raise them
in my neighborhood?

You really don't think
you made a difference?

Quame Martenz shot that boy

right in front of Nicole.

Didn't care that he had
a family that loved him.

Didn't care what that
would do to Nicole.

I have poured my life's blood

into this neighborhood.

Never did anything
but the right thing.

You know, I stood up
to 'bangers, too, once.

I was 12.

They tried to get me
to join up.

They beat me half to death.

But you know what?

I didn't end up in any gang.

And neither did a lot of kids.

It's because of you.

Look, go home, okay?

Let me worry about Martenz.

We don't get him this time,

we will get him the next.

You have my word.

Well, from what I can tell,
the company closest

to getting another
cancer-detection device

on the market is called

Radner Science.
They're one of the biggest

medical device companies
in the world.

Who's winning?

I'm having second thoughts.

About?
Tomorrow night's festivities.

I'm pleased
for Detective Bell.

He's accomplished quite a lot
in these last few months.

He deserves to be feted.

Okay, first things first.

Are you worried
about being in a bar?

I'm not worried about triggers.

I'm worried I'll distract.

As I said...
He would not have invited you

if he didn't want you there.

Misanthropy was so easy, Watson.

Elegant.

I miss it sometimes.

Captain?

I thought you'd want to know

that guy that was working
with Barry Granger,

Hank Prince,
he's at the station.

Did something happen?

You could say that.

His estranged wife was shot dead

a few hours ago, in her home,

with a gun registered to him.

He's under arrest for murder.

I didn't hurt my wife, okay?

I would never hurt my wife.

That why she took out
a restraining order

against you three months ago?

Her lawyer
put her up to that.

We had an argument
on the phone, okay?

That was it.
Well, according to her statement,

the argument got heated,
you argued about the divorce,

and you told her you weren't
gonna let her take a dime.

She was being
unreasonable.

Look, for the last time,

I was in a cab
with my girlfriend

when Andrea was shot.

Her name is Sloan Teller.

We were going from her place
to my place.

You got a medallion number,
driver's name,

anything at all we can use
to confirm your story?

'Cause the whole "my girlfriend
is my alibi" thing

is starting to wear
a little thin.

I got a receipt, I think.

I-I-I would've left it on
my counter when I got home.

Are you two seriously
just gonna stand there?

Tell him what

you told me today.
We went to see Mr. Prince

because we believe someone was
targeting him and his work.

You hear that?

Someone is after me.

Someone who wants
my device to fail.

First they wrote that letter
to discredit Barry's study.

Then they killed him.

But your people saw
through all that,

so now they're framing me
for Andrea's murder.

She was killed with your gun.

Which must've
been stolen

from my home.

They found it on
the coffee table

a few feet
from Andrea's body, right?

Tell me, what kind of idiot
would I have to be

to kill my wife
with my own gun

and then just
leave it behind?

You know what?

I'm done talking.

I-I want my lawyer.

Either this guy did the
dumbest job shooting his ex

I've ever seen, or someone's
doing a really good job

ruining his life.
Mm.

The man developed a machine
for detecting cancer

via exhalations--
I don't think he's dumb.

You think he's telling
the truth?

Someone's setting him up?

He had motive
to kill his wife,

there were no signs
of forced entry,

so she probably knew
her attacker,

his gun was the murder weapon.

But there were no prints on it,
and he does have a point.

He'd have to be an idiot
to kill her this way.

Well, I'm gonna send a team
to his house

to find that receipt.
We don't find it,

he better pray
you two figure out

who's gunning for him.

I'm dreaming this, right?

You're not seriously
waking me up again.

The detectives who searched
Hank Prince's home

found the taxi receipt,
just like he said they would.

They identified the cab driver;
they showed him photographs

of Prince and his girlfriend,
Sloan Teller.

He I.D.'d the both of them.

Remembered them vividly,
mostly Ms. Teller, vividly.

I haven't even met her,
and I can picture her vividly.

But so what?
The guy has an alibi.

He could've hired anyone
to shoot his wife.

Would you hire someone
to kill someone for you,

go to the trouble
of establishing an alibi,

and then hand that person
your gun to commit the crime?

For the time being, Mr. Prince
has been released from custody.

And until a better theory
presents itself,

I believe we must
continue operating

under our previous assumption
that someone is targeting Prince

in an effort
to undermine The Hound.

I get that framing the head
of a company for murder

could throw a hitch
in his business plan,

but it's a hell
of a long way to go.

Precisely the
reason that I think

we need to focus our
attention on an individual

disposed to going
to such lengths.

Last night, you mentioned

a likely home for
our corporate saboteur,

a company called
Radner Science.

I wasn't even sure
you heard that.

Well, not only
did I hear it,

I spent most of the night
considering it,

and I have concluded
that I agree.

I read the autobiography
of its CEO,

Charles "Call me Chuck"
Hammond,

and he's just the kind
of Sun Tzu-quoting,

take no prisoners
corporate executive

that one might expect to ignore
all boundaries of moral decency.

Plus, the company
is developing a device

in direct competition
to The Hound.

However, from what I can infer
from the Internet,

they may be as much as one year
behind in the race. Come on.

Are you okay?
You seem hyper.

I may have had a coffee or three
with my tea this morning.

Are you joking about this?

Two lives have been taken,

a third is on the
verge of ruination.

It's not really
a joking matter.

You do admit you know

about Hank Prince
and the two murders.

Of course I do.
It's my job to know.

Because your cancer-detecting
products are in competition.

I don't know what sort of
weird cloak and dagger world

you live in, but in mine,

we don't go around
killing our competition.

We don't have to because
there is and always has been

a pretty damn effective
alternative.

And what might that be?

Buying them.

I have a whole floor
full of analysts

whose job is to do nothing more
than pay attention

to start-ups like Hank Prince.

We watch, we wait,
we prepare a bid,

and then when
all this dust settles,

if his device is any good,

we pay him handsomely
for his company.

We put the words Radner Science
on the side of his Hound,

and nobody's happier than me.

Make sense?

Entirely.

Yes, our apologies for
interrupting your breakfast.

You've been most helpful.

Are you crashing?
You look like you're crashing.

No, I'm ascending, actually.

I believe I've determined
who has the strongest motive

to hurt Hank Prince.
Who?

Hank Prince.

Captain.

Care to explain
why photographs

of my client
and his girlfriend

have been taped
to those chairs?

- What's this?
- We met Chuck Hammond

this morning.
Colorful chap.

He was kind enough
to give us this.

It's is Radner Science's

financial analysis
of your company,

over time.

If The Hound proves
to be as successful

as Barry Granger's research
suggested it would be,

you stand to become
a very wealthy man.

Your problem is that you
were in the middle of a divorce.

Your wife's lawyers were busy
trying to figure out

how much you would be worth
in the future

so they would know how much
you would have to share.

You wanted your future
to disappear,

but only temporarily.

You came up
with a tidy plan.

Impersonate Adam Peer
to suggest

that Dr. Granger
falsified his results.

Then murder him,
stage it as a suicide,

simultaneously removing
the one man

who could defend his work

and legitimizing
the accusations of fraud.

Once the divorce
was finalized

and the company
was out of your wife's reach,

well, Barry's work
would be vindicated.

The company's value
would skyrocket,

and you would be able
to keep your millions.

Your company's
value was gonna rebound

too quickly.

You were still dead set
against sharing

anything with your wife,

so you went to plan B--

you killed her.

Realizing that
as the estranged husband,

you would inevitably be
the prime suspect,

you hatched
another devious plan.

You framed yourself for a murder
you actually committed.

The other day,

we told you that we thought
someone was targeting you.

You took that idea
and ran with it.

You murdered your wife

because you thought it fit

with the narrative
of our case.

You were being framed by someone
who wanted to destroy you.

You're forgetting my client
has an alibi for both murders.

You interviewed Sloan Teller
and the cab driver yourselves.

Ms. Teller wouldn't be

the first girlfriend
to falsely alibi

a guy for his wife's murder.

And as far
as the cab driver goes...

This is the actual partition
from the cab in question.

Have a look through it.

Would it surprise you
to learn

that upon being reinterviewed,
the cab driver

admitted that he barely saw

the gentleman in the backseat.

His attention was far more
focused

on the provocatively dressed
Ms. Teller.

As you intended.

We got a warrant
for Ms. Teller's apartment.

Turns out, she spent most
of the day yesterday

on TrueRomantix.com,

specifically searching for guys

about your height,
build and hair color

who might be interested in going
on a date with her last night.

Once we discovered that,

she flipped on you pretty quick.

Bell.

Hey, man.

Yeah, that was mine.

When?

The way it
was described to me,

Mr. Rose walked
up to Mr. Martenz

on Euclid Avenue and...

no warning,
just emptied his weapon.

A couple of Martenz's
friends returned fire.

Both were declared
dead at the scene.

Did you know him?

Only the legend.

And there was me thinking
the party would be inside.

Hey.

I wasn't sure you'd come.

Well, neither was I.

Had I known this would be
the extent of the revelry,

I might have committed
much sooner.

You ever have
one of those nights?

My fair share.

I worked my ass
off to get back,

really back.

Harder than I've worked
at anything my whole life.

Everyone in there

is expecting me to be
happy tonight, but...

Yeah.

The work we do...

There's often a price.

I don't know.

I guess I'm just...

not ready to go inside yet.

Well, don't.

Not yet.

There's a coffee shop
on the corner.

That an invitation?

Well, they'll still be here
when you're ready.

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