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Previously on Elementary:

Ms. Watson...

I'm Mycroft.

Mycroft Holmes.

I'm Sherlock's brother.

What happened
between you two in London?

Oh, my God.

I was in London. I didn't know
he was gonna come here.

You had sex with my brother.

The key is to 221B.

You belong there.
Not me.

There may will come a time
when it is right for me

to return to London
but, uh...

it isn't now.

It's me.
My little gambit didn't work.

He's decided to stay.

I'm afraid we're gonna have to
come at the problem

a different way.

So, you know,
if you're asking about

threats to my recovery...

you have to talk about Amy.

It's good to say it
out loud...

I'm gonna see her soon
and I should be ready.

You're next.

What's the greatest threat
to your sobriety?

Uh... Sherlock, addict.

Hi, Sherlock.

I am without peer.

Without sane peer, anyway...

which is functionally identical

to being without a peer,
full stop.

I can only extend
so much of myself...

to a non-peer.

Which means I can only extend
so much of myself to anyone.

I've made progress,
of course, but...

I don't know how much
more growth there is within me.

If I can never value a
relationship properly,

then...

at what point do I
stop trying to maintain them?

You haven't turned your back
on the world yet.

But, I am without peer.

And that's the
greatest threat to my sobriety.

Hey.

Uh, do you need to get by?

Uh, no.
Tess, right?

You, I-I know you
from the meetings.

You okay?

I don't know.

Well, let me know
if you need anything.

It's my sister.

I can't find her.

Hello.
What are you doing here?

Uh, my subway got out at the
time your meeting was finishing,

so I thought we could
walk home together.

All right.
Uh.

Do you remember Tess?

She was really nice to you

when you first started
coming to the meetings.

Yeah.

We're helping her.

Paige is four years
younger than me,

but we got clean
at the same time.

We see each other most days,

but we talk at 9:00 a.m.
every day, no matter what.

She didn't pick up
her phone today.

I haven't been able
to get her.

I went to her
apartment, nothing.

And the police don't seem to be
taking it very seriously yet,

but I know that
something's wrong.

Well, you suspect
she might be using again?

I wish I could
say no, but she...

she's be acting weird
for, like, a month.

We're gonna need some raw
information to start with.

Where she lives,
her job, close friends.

You've been quiet the whole
way home. What's up?

Oh, nothing.

Well, it's just...

it's not the most
interesting case, is it?

This Paige,
she's an aspiring musician.

She's not the
model of stability.

She's most likely relapsed.

So?

Well, I was hoping to be
without case for a while.

I've been meaning to
run some experiments.

What?

Tess supported you when you

first started speaking
at the meetings.

I think you could take a case
that is beneath you...

if that means
supporting her too.

I never said I wouldn't do it.

What is that smell?

Ms. Hudson,
what's happening here?

Sorry to surprise you.

I was cleaning
and I let him in.

He said I had to
stay for dinner.

He kind of insisted.

He?

You're back! Excellent.
Oh.

Why exactly do you keep a whisk
in your spare bedroom?

Mycroft,
what are you doing here?

I am, as I assume
is apparent, in New York.

I wanted to see my brother!

And my friend.

So, I thought we might
catch up over a bite.

♪ Elementary 2x21 ♪
The Man With the Twisted Lip
Original Air Date on April 24, 2014

== sync, corrected by Romesh ==
RiVaL

I don't know how long
I'm staying.

The London branch of Diogenes
pretty much runs itself,

but the New York edition is
undergoing some growing pains.

I'd be more useful here.

The truth is, I'm rather
looking forward to

the change of scenery.

I was in a relationship
in London

and it all became
a bit of a cock-up.

Oh, you broke up
with Claudia.

I'm so sorry to hear that.

Well, I'd say,
she was the prime mover.

How do you know the name
of his lover?

We e-mail sometimes.
Mycroft and I are friends.

That's what friends do.

Have you come back here
to sleep with Watson again?

Hello?

As Joan says, we're friends
and friends can spend time

in each other's company

without prurience
rearing its head.

Allow me demonstrate:
Joan, I'm having some difficulty

with my dessert chef
at the restaurant.

I'm auditioning for a new one

tomorrow before
the dinner service.

Would you like to come along,
perhaps venture an opinion?

We're busy tomorrow.

I've just taken on
a very important case.

You may note
that you are not included

in the invitation.
Joan?

Sure. It sounds fun.

Good. Good.

Paige Dahl should have invested
in some better locks.

Well, I suppose with some
detailed planning

it could be made to work.

What could be
made to work?

This relationship
with Mycroft.

We could draw up some sort of
shared custody arrangement.

Did you just say,
"shared custody arrangement"?

As in you and Mycroft
sharing custody of me?

There's no need
to be offended.

It's a term of art.

It is a term of,
"never use it again

or I will kick you
in your soft parts."

Hey. Do you recognize this?

So, forget the term,
"shared custody,"

and focus on the concept of
"advanced planning""

I don't want to
talk about Mycroft.

In fact, I'm putting
a moratorium on it.

Watson?

I'm serious: moratorium.

I'm quite serious, too.

Tess was right.

Her sister's
into drugs again.

How much heroin is that?

Oh, it's enough.

I'm fairly certain...

this is the number
of a delivery service.

You call in, you give
them a referral...

and they bring you whatever
illicit drugs you want.

I'm quite familiar
with that concept.

This is not Paige's number...

so, even though she has
a rather large supply of heroin,

I think we can assume that
she's not the entire business.

You're calling them?

Of course.
A young woman is missing.

Her associates
in the illegal heroin trade

seem like a good place
to start looking.

We should place an order.

I will liberate one of the bikes
from the rack outside

and follow the delivery man
to his place of origin.

Then we'll have Detective Bell
arrest everyone inside

and see who wants
to talk about Paige Dahl.

It's ringing.

Hello?

Hi. I got your number
from Paige Dahl.

I would like to
place an order.

All right.
What do you need?

So you went looking
for a missing person

and you came back with a cell
full of heroin dealers?

We found heroin
from their delivery service

in Paige Dahl's apartment.

We're hoping one of them might
have some idea where she is.

You might have to, uh, convince
the DA to offer leniency

in exchange for
information, of course.

I'm gonna go ahead and let you
take the lead on this one.

So that was your apartment
where we busted

that delivery service?

My name is on the lease.

Was it your business?

Listen, you're looking at
charges whether you talk or not.

The only way you can
help yourself

is if you tell us
where Paige Dahl is.

Paige is missing?

Nobody's seen Paige
in two days now.

You have any idea
why that might be?

No.
That's too bad,

'cause we've got your heroin
and your money in her apartment.

You're saying you think
I had something to do with it?

You say that
she went missing Tuesday.

I was out of town.

I was on a ski trip
with my buddies.

You can ask them.

Or don't. I used my credit card
to pay for the lift tickets.

Oh, very well.

Detective Bell
will just charge you.

Whoa, wait a minute, man.

I can tell you anything that you
want to know about Paige.

At the moment, all we wish to
learn is where she is.

It, it-it doesn't seem like
there's an elegant way

to broach this,
so, blunt will have to do.

I had a...

a bit of an agenda...
asking you here.

It-it-it's true that Claudia's
back with her ex-husband,

and it's true this restaurant
needs my attention--

they're the reasons
I came back to New York--

but another factor is...

...well, to be blunt, is you.

Me?

I-I-I thought it was a
terrible idea, at first,

so utterly complicated,

but then I realized the reason
I was turning my back

on the possibility
had to do with...

...other parties.

You're a kind,
intelligent woman.

We're two single adults.

We get on.

And I dare say,
the attraction's still there.

Wh-Wh-Why should we
deny ourselves the chance at...

...something...

just because Sherlock
would make it difficult?

"Difficult" may be
an understatement.

I-I'm being as direct
as I possibly can.

I realize there's a chance
this might put you off.

No. I'm not put off.

I, I'm...

I'm so flattered.

I mean, as you said,
it is complicated and-and I...

I'm sorry.
I don't, I don't know

exactly what to say.

You don't have to
say anything right now.

I've given you enough to digest.

Al-Although I do hope
we might revisit the topic.

Yes.

Of course.

Good.

Please, let me.

Oh, thank you.

What's up with
the music?

I downloaded the collected works
of Paige Dahl.

Our investigation
into her whereabouts

is otherwise at a standstill.

I'm subjecting myself
to her songs

in the hope that they might spur
some fresh line of thinking.

How was your evening
with Mycroft?

Fun.

You clenched when you said that.
It was practically audible.

What happened?

Nothing happened.

I do not need you
to dissect my every mood.

Good night.

Did he take liberties
with you?

Your business is your business,
I understand that.

I'm just concerned that you were
lying about your evening

in order to protect Mycroft
from my wrath.

Did he take liberties
with you?

I don't even know
what that means.

And I don't appreciate being
woken up so that you can indulge

your paranoid fantasies
about your brother.

That's not
why I woke you up.

There's a hidden track
at the end of Paige's album.

In it, she refers
to Harriet Tubman

as her constant
songwriting companion.

Harriet Tubman?
You know, there's a plaque

in Fort Tryon Park
where she once gave a speech.

It's right around the corner
from Paige's apartment.

Her guitar is missing
from her apartment.

I wonder, did she step out
to do a spot of composing?

Worth taking a look, anyway.

Is there anything in particular
we should be looking for?

Anything anomalous.

I suppose if Mycroft
didn't harm you in any way,

I should respect your privacy.

Something tells me that
you're not going to, though.

Look, I didn't tell
you what happened

because A): It's none
of your business

and B): Your reaction
to what happened is bound to be

even more annoying than
your reaction to not knowing.

So it's as I thought.

He made a proposal
of some kind.

You're not gonna quit,
are you?

Your brother made
a very sweet, very...

grown-up declaration
of interest.

I didn't respond;
I was surprised.

And because I-I instantly
pictured this...

series of irritating
conversations we had in store.

Are you stunned
into silence?

You think
that's Paige's?

These branches
have been disturbed.

Someone fled
through here.

That's interesting.

Her footprints go this way,

someone also went
in this direction.

Okay, I'll take left.

All right, look
for footprints, disturbances,

anything that stands out.

Watson!
I'm over here!

I found the body!

I was gonna say
the same thing!

Who is that?

I have no idea.

It doesn't make any sense.

The murderer pursues
the dead man

to this outcropping;
he tries to hide,

it does him little good, and yet
there are shotgun pellets

on either side
of his hiding place.

Why, if you had your target
in your sights,

would you fire so wildly, hmm?

Maybe the killer
was running?

Have you ever tried to fire
a shotgun while sprinting?

The experience has very little
to recommend it.

Any thoughts on
what happened here?

Whoever pursued Paige

and the dead man
attacked the man first.

After we found his body,
we retraced his steps.

The dead man began fleeing

half a mile before the plaque
of Harriet Tubman.

So he was pursued
before Paige Dahl.

You think he was the target?

We think so.

Paige was probably a witness,
saw what happened,

then got chased down and killed.

If we want to find out
who killed Paige Dahl,

we need to figure out
who wanted this man dead.

Sorry, I thought
I just saw a mosquito.

It's too early
in the year for mosquitoes.

That's why I mentioned it.

Well, you guys can stop
calling this guy "the dead man".

His name is
Zach Piller.

CSU's done processing
his wallet.

I had a look
at his phone.

Most of his contacts
have a 702 area code.

I'm guessing
he moved here from Vegas.

Mr. Piller has a card from

a Dr. Paul Sutherland,
psychiatrist.

Appointment times on the back.

Mr. Piller
is a cipher to us.

The doctor may be
a wealth of information.

Zach and I had a
therapist-patient relationship.

What happened?
Who killed him?

Actually, we were hoping
you could help us with that.

We don't think
it was a robbery.

Mr. Piller still had
his wallet.

The body wasn't
even searched.

Now, we know it's a delicate
line to cross, but...

if you could tell us if he ever
mentioned in your sessions

anything about his life
being threatened...?

Um, he had some anxiety,

but Zach didn't lead the kind
of life

that would make him
a murder target.

He was essentially
just a regular guy.

Could you be more specific?

I don't know.

He moved from Las Vegas
about eight months ago.

He left his family
and friends behind.

He worked at an aeronautics
firm, some start-up.

Like I said, just regular stuff.

The anxiety that you spoke of,

did that have
a particular source?

Um, you're getting
into his treatment.

Dr. Sutherland,
two people are dead,

and any detail may be crucial.

I've-I've already told you
more than I have to.

You'll have to just learn
the rest on your own.

Okay.

Thanks for your time.

Well, I guess we know more
than we did before he came in.

I propose a
division of labor.

We already know
Piller's home address.

There was an aeronautics firm
in the contacts in his phone.

So you see what you can learn
at his apartment

and Watson and I will
reconnoiter his workplace.

Sounds like a plan.

Unmanned flight is the future
of domestic aviation.

The field promises us secure
borders, safer neighborhoods...

Piffle. They want
an army of drones

keeping tabs
on all of us.

Since when do you care about

other people's privacy?

I make use of the tools
available to me.

That doesn't mean to
say I have to applaud

every advance
in the field.

Are you okay?
You seem very normal

since I told you about Mycroft.
I expected more harassment.

You haven't answered
his appeal yet.

I'm giving you time and
space to craft your reply.

Oh, that's mature.

You're Holmes and Watson?
Ellen Pierce.

I'm... I was Zach's boss.

His parents contacted me

right after they were informed.

This is so terrible.

You manufacture drones?

Um...

"drones" is a very loaded term.

But we are developing
the capacity

to build unmanned vehicles.

At the moment, only the military
or the government can fly

UAVs over domestic airspace.

What did Zach Piller do here?

Zach flew UAVs
for McCarthy-Strauss.

That's one
of the big military contractors.

Did he have any enemies?

A... a rival here, maybe?

Sometimes he talked about his
old roommate back in Vegas.

I-I guess they restored
a classic car together,

and then the guy tried to
claim that it was all his.

Zach was dealing
with a lawsuit.

The way Zach described him, the
roommate sounded a bit unstable.

Is there anything else
I can help you with?

No, I don't believe so.
Not at the moment.

Thank you very much.

All right,
I say we head home.

I promised Tess I would stop by.

We can see
what Bell found

at Piller's apartment
and look into this lawsuit.

Fine ideas.

I'll meet you back there.
I have an errand to run.

The hostess said
my brother was here.

To what do I owe the pleasure?

Do you see that man in
linen over in the corner?

When I was here months ago, he
was at exactly the same table.

I suppose
he's a regular.

Regular, indeed.
He just received a package.

I'm sorry, are we here to talk
about the man in the corner?

No.

This pursuit of Watson must end.

I've managed to achieve a
certain balance in my life,

and Watson is
essential to that.

As my brother, I would think

you'd be happy that I've
achieved a measure of stability.

I certainly wouldn't think
that you'd look to disrupt that.

My dating Joan doesn't need
to be a disruption.

It is a disruption
and a distraction.

Watson and I routinely
save lives,

and I cannot and will not

allow anything to get
in the way of that.

Have you considered
the likelihood

that you're consistently
undervaluing that woman?

I hold her work
in the highest esteem.

I'm not talking about her work,
I'm talking about her.

You value Joan
to precisely the extent

that she's a salve
for your many neuroses.

You purport to be her friend,

and yet you don't care a whit
about her happiness.

Well, I hardly think you're
essential to her happiness.

She has a very
symmetrical face--

she will attract a mate
when she's ready.

And there you'll be,
to pick him apart and find flaws

and hoard her gifts to yourself.

You're welcome to a meal
on the house.

I'll do you the favor
of not telling Joan

this conversation ever happened.

Oh, hey.
I didn't hear you come in.

That lawsuit thing
was a bust.

What are you working on?

Proof that my brother is
either an idiot or a criminal.

I went to see
Mycroft today.

Why?

This man was sitting at a corner
table in his restaurant,

the very same place
he was sitting

the last time I was there.

He received
a package at this table today.

I better not have been
the subject of this meeting.

Course you were. Doesn't matter.

It does... It does matter.
It's all that matters.

Listen to me: This man's
name is Guillaume de Soto.

The DST in France
have long suspected that

he is a high-ranking lieutenant
in Le Milieu. If you're

not familiar with them, they're
a French-Corsican criminal organization.

And their New York
office, apparently,

is now headquartered
at Diogenes.

So the guy eats there.
Mycroft is not responsible

for everyone who
walks into the restaurant.

He's either lazy
and inattentive,

or he's involved
with these people.

You're paranoid. And I don't
care about any of this.

You know what, this whole
conversation stems from

a massive violation of my privacy.
The violation is incidental.

No, I will tell you
if it's incidental or not.

What are you doing?

Shh.

Look.

Is that a mosquito,
or a...?

What is that noise?

It's metal striking glass.

It's not an insect.

It's a machine.

Surveillance vehicles
disguised as small objects

are the vanguard
of drone technology.

I'm quite certain that there's
a camera attached to that thing.

They're capable
of making recordings,

even injecting toxins
under the skin.

That thing's been
following us ever since

we discovered
Zach Piller's body.

Why?

Who sent that?

The people
responsible for his death.

I imagine they want to keep tabs
on our investigation.

I now know why the shotgun
firing pattern was so strange.

The weapon wasn't held
by human hands.

It was attached to a vehicle.

Paige Dahl and Zach Piller
were killed by drones.

A bug that is
literally a bug.

It's like something
from a sci-fi movie.

From this point forward, we must
assume that we're being watched.

How do you go from looking
at that to thinking that

Paige and Piller
were killed by drones?

Well, once it became apparent

that unmanned vehicles
were involved,

I realized why the firing
pattern at the scene

was so unusual.

Zach Piller's murderers
tracked his whereabouts

via high-flying drone
and then dispatched

something like this
to finish the job.

That looks like
something someone could've

built in their garage.
Mm.

So they sent two
kinds of drones

to kill Piller and Paige
and sent a third one...

to keep an eye on us.

The people we're looking for
command powerful resources.

It's less likely that
it is Ellen Pierce

and her fledgling
startup company,

but McCarthy-Strauss,
Piller's old employers.

They're industry leaders.

But why would they
want to kill him?

I suppose I should be flattered.

When Detective Bell collected
the dead man's effects,

obviously he imagined
I would find some meaning

in a collection
of fast food receipts

and faded photographs
of Mr. Piller's high school

marching band--
alas, I'm not a psychic.

You know what's
not here?

That computer.
Notably absent, yes.

These are all recent.

Group of articles about
a massacre in Afghanistan.

Group of CIA contractors
disguised in tribal gear,

killed near the Naghlu Dam.

Mistaken for Taliban fighters
and fired on by UAV.

Looks like Piller talked
to his psychiatrist about it.

"Sutherland is wrong.
If it's not my fault,

whose is it?"

Do you think Piller
was responsible for this?

Sounds like he
told his psychiatrist he was.

Look at this.

"I have to say something""

"Pentagon sources refused
to comment, but the practice

of employing civilian analysts
to fly surveillance drones

has many detractors."

Perhaps Piller was the man

who misidentified
the Americans who died.

Well, a month after the incident
he left McCarthy-Strauss

and sought counseling.
Something was bothering him.

And suddenly there's
no shortage of suspects.

Executives at
McCarthy-Strauss?

Any number of them would
want to keep this quiet.

They're planning an IPO,
an expansion

into the civilian market.

But so far the only person
that we know has covered this up

is Piller's psychiatrist.

McCarthy-Strauss
are rather obvious suspects;

their motives were known
to Dr. Sutherland.

This is precisely the kind of
thing I hoped he would divulge,

and yet, he chose
to say nothing.

I'd like to take
a closer look at the doctor.

You know, um...

can you get started
on your own?

I have a...
lunch thing.

You don't have a lunch thing
while we're working.

It's with Mycroft, isn't it?

Oh, that's
none of your business.

First of all,

I'm sorry that Sherlock
came here yesterday.

No need to apologize.
I'm well acquainted

with my brother's
eccentricities.

I am having some
boundary issues with him.

I will take care of them.

But it has been challenging--

thinking about our
conversation the other day--

without thinking of Sherlock.

Precisely his intention,
I'd imagine.

Yeah, I understand that.

I've had a wonderful time
with you on multiple occasions.

Which leads me to
this belief that

if a few things
were different,

we'd be a great match.

The thing is, right now,
it's just too much.

Sherlock is my
business partner.

We share a
living space.

I understand.

I'm disappointed, naturally.

Uh, I-I wasn't finished yet.

Right now it is
overwhelming,

but it doesn't have
to stay that way.

There is one thing that
has to happen in my life

and I've been
putting it off.

Inertia, I guess.

I need to get
my own place.

You're thinking of moving out?

Yes. And I
was thinking

that if I have my
own place, and...

Sherlock isn't hovering
around me 18 hours a day,

that spending time
with his brother

might not be so
overwhelming.

That would follow.

I hope so.

I mean, I'd like
to find out.

I should go.

Oh, thank you.

You not get my text?

I did, I-I just
got sidetracked.

I think you
might have been right.

Yeah. On what topic?

The clientele at Diogenes.

This guy was eating with
the man that you noticed.

Facial recognition did not
come up with any matches, but...

it brought up this old BOLO.
The man in the sketch

was spotted by witnesses
at the scene of a massacre.

13 cartel lieutenants
killed at once.

There was suspicion that
Le Milieu was involved.

So, we still think
the French criminals

cannot get enough of
my brother's caprese?

Mycroft is not a criminal,

but there is something
shady going on.

We should warn him.

Your faith in my
brother is touching.

I wish I shared it.

Is that....
It's guano.

I stumbled upon a bat
colony in the steeple

of St. Olaf's Church while
you were romancing my brother.

I wasn't...
I was in pursuit of a lost cat,

belonging to one our
friends in Everyone.

Can't we find a hacker
collective that accepts cash?

Everyone went through
Dr. Sutherland's

digital life with a
fine-tooth comb, and something

quite noxious stuck
in the teeth.

McCarthy-Strauss

paid him a hefty
consulting fee

the very same week
that Zach Piller

left the firm and
began therapy.

$200,000.

You think
Dr. Sutherland took a bribe?

If I had to guess, I'd say that they were
paying him to report back

on whether their disgruntled former
employee was intending to go public.

But I don't have to guess.

I can ask him myself when Detective Bell
brings him in this afternoon.

Marcus can't just
pull a doctor off the street

to ask him about
consulting fees.

Consulting fees were
not the only thing

that Everyone turned up.

Am I supposed to
recognize that?

You should.
We found it buried

in your plot in the Third
Street community gardens.

Plus, we got an anonymous
tip from another gardener.

Saw you bury
a box of those in your plot.

So let's take it
as a given that you

know what a
Barnen Delight is.

It's just...

Italian candy.

With a... There's
a little toy inside.

A little toy that
constitutes a choking hazard.

Which is why the FDA
banned those eggs.

You had 60.

What'd you have, an Italian
patient or something?

I mean, how does
a psychiatrist get involved

in the black market
for candy eggs?

You've been picked up
for drunk and disorderly

twice since 2009.

Now this.

I don't know how long
your rap sheet has to be

before the state medical board
pulls your license,

but you got to be
getting close.

All that said,

you help us out...

maybe we look
the other way.

We want to know
everything that Zach Piller

said about the massacre
in Afghanistan.

And we want the names of
the people you reported to

at McCarthy-Strauss.

We know about your
"consulting fee."

Fill in the blanks.

Um...

Zach was flying
a surveillance drone last fall.

He saw a group marching
near this river,

fanned out just like
a Taliban scout unit.

They turned out to be Americans.

It was just a few
pixels on a screen,

so he passed
his assessment on

and the Army ordered a strike.

The company was worried
when Zach left.

I don't know how they knew
I was his therapist,

but one day a guy showed up,
making me an offer.

Was Zach Piller
gonna go public?

He told me he
wrote it all down.

Some kind of report.

He said he was gonna
send it to the media.

I did not know that they
were gonna kill him.

Who was your contact
at the company?

Is there...
Is there a bug in here?

Cap--!

Ow.

The damn thing
just bit me.

Whoa. You all right?

Hey, we need some help in here.
Call an ambulance!

Dr. Sutherland, Dr. Sutherland,
can you hear me?

What is this?

Where is it? Do you see it?
Where's what?

- Did it fly in the vent?
- He's in cardiac arrest.

He may not make it.
What the hell's going on?

He's been poisoned.

Judging by his
symptoms, I'd say

Dr. Sutherland was killed
using phenylsilatrane.

It's a cousin to strychnine.

And the drone used
to poison him was no doubt sent

by the same people

at McCarthy-Strauss who
killed Piller and Dahl.

Most likely entered
and exited

via an open door or an air duct.

If it left at all.

So, you say

they sent one of these things
to your house?

We think that drone was used
for reconnaissance.

They needed to kill Sutherland.

He was going
to tell us everything.

But I don't think
they'd be foolhardy enough

to attack the police
or their associates.

You've got one of their drones
at your house.

That should be good
for a warrant.

Well, we could
bring it in for you

to have a look at,
but we couldn't find anything

that would definitely tie it
to McCarthy-Strauss.

We're pretty sure

that McCarthy-Strauss stole
Piller's computer

to get their hands
on that report he wrote.

If we can find another copy,
that would give us motive.

What if there isn't another copy
of that report?

Well, as it stands,
we have little else

in the way of evidence.

Find me some.

The brain trust of
McCarthy-Strauss.

At least one of these men is
responsible for three deaths.

We have no way to link
the company to the crimes,

much less the individual
or individuals involved.

You think that Piller confided
in someone

other than Dr. Sutherland?

What we need is Piller's report.

Everything else is just hearsay.

You know, McCarthy-Strauss
doesn't know

that Piller only made one copy
of that report.

Who's to say
we didn't find another one

during our investigation?

You're proposing a bluff?

Yeah, well,
the corporate offices are

near Wall Street.

Shouldn't be too difficult
to arrange a face-to-face.

Excuse me. I'm sorry.

Where'd you get
the report?

Excuse me. There's a woman

lying unconscious
on the bathroom floor.

I tried to open the door,
but the stall was locked.

I'll call 911.

Yes. Medical emergency.

43 Pearl Street.

I need to know you got it before
we can have a conversation.

Piller saved several
copies onto the cloud.

We have consultants who can
extract that kind of thing.

Could you tell me the first
sentence of the report, please?

Beg your pardon?

I'd like to hear
the first sentence.

If you wanted me to
memorize a passage for you,

then you should have had your
mosquito pass a message along.

So, show me your copy.

Say something to convince me
you got it, or we're done.

It's got a rather
convincing drawing

of a pony on
the front cover.

What the hell is your game?

You know what?
Never mind.

I'm ending this.

That's your office calling,
I'd imagine.

Might want to get that.

Kenneth Carlson.

"My name is Zach Piller.

"On September 22, 2009,

"I was involved
in an authorized attack

"on CIA operatives
in Afghanistan,

"resulting in ten deaths
that were

quickly covered up by
my employer McCarthy-Strauss."

Who the hell is this?

How'd you get in my office?

Hello?

If you were thinking
of running, I wouldn't bother.

There are several police cars
parked nearby.

I just got off the phone
with Captain Gregson.

Apparently, Kenneth Carlson's
name was all over that report.

He requisitioned the cash
to pay off Dr. Sutherland.

He was the prime mover
behind the cover-up.

So, between that and all
the circumstantial evidence,

Captain Gregson brought him in.

He already made a deal
and got a break from the DA.

The report is going public.

We should feel good.

This is what
Zach Piller would have wanted.

Hmm.

So, I'm going
to go see your brother.

Do you want to come?

You can help explain
what Le Milieu is.

You have a better handle
on it than I do.

Watson?

I've not respected
your privacy.

I apologize for that.

Please know, I value you

for more
than just the many benefits

you've brought into my life.

I value you as a person.

That's nice.

It really is.

But your apologies
always seem to come

after you already got
what you wanted.

Turnabout is fair play.

You take my picture,
I take yours.

No!

No!

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