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"Life is stranger than anything
the mind could invent."

That's something
my friend likes to say.

When I agreed to come
to New York with him,

I was still hurting.

He'd offered an education,
and I was gonna take it.

I was gonna use it.

I'd just listen and I'd learn,

and when the time was right
I would...

move on.

But then...

I made another friend.

And another one.

My friend was only half right--
life is strange, but...

...it's also good.

Uh... Kitty, right?

I'm Miranda.

Your friend, the one that
you talk about sometimes,

he's teaching you
to be a detective?

I was wondering if you
could help me with something.

Her name is Tess.

How many days has
she been gone now?

Three.

She's done this before--
let me worry

while she partied
and crashed with friends.

But I've called
everyone I can think of.

They say she
isn't with them.

You're not wearing
a wedding band--

is Dad not in
the picture?

Tess doesn't have a dad.

Not really.

He's the reason
I'm a part of this group.

He was your rapist?

I always told her that
her father was someone I loved,

that he died
before she was born.

But kids grow up.

They get curious.

Last year she started
asking questions.

I figured it was time
I told her the truth.

That's when the partying
started, the running away.

I've been to the cops four times
in the past six months.

I can tell they don't
take me seriously anymore.

So I thought of you.

Will you help me find her?

You've been standing there
for a while now.

I'm thinking.
Well, can you think

a little faster--
the M.E.'s van just pulled up,

and the Kelleys
are pretty ripe.

Hey.

Watson. Wasn't
expecting you so soon.

Thought you were
with a private client.

Wasn't the job for me.
So what's up?

Certainly not
the Kelleys.

They've been dead
for days.

The housekeeper found them
a couple hours ago.

They were both
in their 80s,

but the odds that
they died naturally

and at exactly
the same time are slim.

He's just been
staring at 'em.

I was waiting for Watson.

As you know, I find
nothing helps clear up a case

like stating it
to another person.

What am I?

The detective is right
to be suspicious

of the Kelleys' deaths.

It's unlikely they'd shuffle off

this mortal coil simultaneously.

Well, I don't see any signs
of a struggle.

Maybe it was
a suicide pact.

They both took poison?

While I do believe
that poison was involved,

they most assuredly
did not take their own lives.

You're saying someone
else poisoned 'em?

I am.
Only it was unintentional.

The Kelleys are casualties

of a crime committed
elsewhere in the building.

While it was difficult to detect
beneath the Kelleys'--

how did you put it?--
ripeness,

I could smell traces
of butadiene

around the air vent
in their bedroom.

And butadiene is...?

Is a toxic, gaseous by-product

of burning rubber.

It's what
you're smelling now.

The rest of it
dissipated days ago,

so we're in no danger.

What, you think someone
set a fire down here?

Of sorts.

This building is
a converted brownstone.

Each of the three
floors above

has been turned
into an apartment.

But the vents
still allocate air

from a main return line.

The Kelleys live
on the first floor.

They took the brunt of the gas.

Do we know if the other
residents are okay?

Uh, the third-floor
apartment's vacant,

and the second floor
is occupied,

but we checked--
the owner wasn't home.

I'd be curious
to know if he owns

a pair of teal running shoes.

Why?

Because...

it would mean
he was home after all.

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So, that's him.

Dead guy in
the basement.

It's going to take
dental records to confirm it,

but... I believe so.

The man downstairs
has the same

arrangement of moles
on his hand.

Hmm.

"Clay Dubrovensky."

He's got a doctorate
in botany

and genetic engineering.
Doesn't look like

your average
doctor, does he?

No. Looks like Point Break

and Magic Mike
had a baby.

They're, uh...

Trifles of the cinema,
I take it.

No Kitty today?

She's working a
case of her own.

So, how's everything going?

Last time I saw you,
you weren't doing so well.

I'm better, thank you.

I still have disappointments
with regards to my sobriety,

but... I've resumed
attending meetings.

How are you?

Well, according to the super,

Clay Dubrovensky was
a dream tenant.

He was living
off an inheritance,

he always paid
his rent on time...

And his method of
execution suggests

a tie to organized crime.

Micro-ondas.

Aka "necklacing."
You take a tire,

you hang it
on the victim's neck,

you fill it with petroleum,
light a match...

Doesn't get much more
cartel than that.

I remember there were a couple
of similar murders last summer.

There have, in fact,

been ten such killings
in New York

over the last five years.

In each case, the
suspects were soldiers

for a Brazilian syndicate
called the SDS,

or Sangue do Sangue.

Dubrovensky had an
emergency contact on his lease,

a woman by the name
of Courtney Stever.

She's on her way to the station.
Maybe she can tell us

why the SDS
would have wanted him dead.

And you're sure
that it was Clay?

I mean, you're
really sure?

The M.E. won't make
an official ruling

for at least a few hours...

It was him.
The more photographs I saw,

the clearer it became.

Mr. Dubrovensky is...
quite dead.

Can I ask how the two
of you knew each other?

Clay was my ex...

sort of.

We broke up last year.

He was cheating on me.
He kind of did that a lot.

A few months ago,

we ran into each other
in a club,

and, I don't know, we...

just fell back into old rhythms.

You slept together?

And a few weeks later,
it happened again,

and then again.

We weren't back together,
but we were...

enjoying ourselves.

Plus, he had
excellent cannabis, no?

The evidence suggests

that he was killed
by a drug cartel.

We did find bricks of cash,
growing supplies,

doctorates in botany
and genetics.

Your ex was a grower for
the SDS cartel, was he not?

Specifically,
a cultivator of marijuana.

Clay did not just grow pot.

Okay? He engineered it.

He was an artist.

And the people
that he worked for

never got that.

What do you mean?
He told me

that he started messing
with marijuana strains

in grad school.

Mixing, matching.

But he never even
smoked the stuff.

He just... knew
how to help it,

knew how to
make it better.

A few dealers took notice,
only they didn't want

to hurt him.

They wanted to hire him?
Yeah, and he worked

for the SDS cartel
ever since.

Can you think of any reason
why they would want to hurt him?

He got bored.

He wanted a... a real lab,
real equipment.

I don't know.

Maybe he just finally
pushed them too far.

This is new.

Complete inversions
allow the human body

to flush and detoxify
the adrenal glands,

which studies have linked
to more positive thinking

and an increase
in reasoning skills.

You really must try it sometime.

"Clay Dubrovensky."

Is that the name you texted me?
Yeah.

His lover was unable to name
any of his cartel associates,

but she did know that
the grow house where he worked

was, I quote,
"somewhere in Brooklyn."

I'm attempting
to divine

its specific whereabouts.
Any luck, there will be

personnel there
that we can question.

How goes your investigation?

I spent the better
part of the day

talking to the missing girl's friends
and poking around her laptop.

I applied your many and varied
rules of observation,

and yielded a
single deduction.

She's a brat.

You don't think she's in danger?

There's no doubt she's
in the habit of running away.

And nothing bad
ever happens to runaways.

But the evidence
would seem to suggest

that she'll just come home
when she's ready.

That said, I will...

renew my hunt in the morning.

Sure you don't want a go?

Quite.

Did, um, Watson
talk to you today?

No. We communicated
telepathically.

Of course we spoke. She's helping me
with my investigation.

Why do you ask?

She just hasn't been around
for a while.

Just say hello for me, will you?

Hello?

Smoothie?

Uh, you broke into my apartment?

You break into my home
all the time.

That is because

you force me to.

I think I may have found the
address of Clay Dubrovensky's

Brooklyn grow house.
How?

Rubles.

There was change
found in his pocket.

Three dimes,
a nickel,

two coins just like this one.

It's a five-ruble piece.

It's similar in size and texture
to an American quarter.

There were similar coins
found on his counter.

As you can see, they're also
mixed in with American currency.

Now, these coins are the very
opposite of collectible.

It's most likely
he received them mistakenly

as change
in a Russian neighborhood.

There's a big Russian community

in Brighton Beach, Brooklyn.

Mm-hmm. Now, as you are
no doubt aware, a grow house

would require an extremely
high volume of grow lamps

to be running at all times.
So with the help of the captain,

I identified the largest
noncommercial consumer

of kilowatt hours in the area.

He and a phalanx of ESU officers
are on their way

as we speak.

Right. I'll get dressed.

Oh, before you do,

I-I think it's best if we talk.

About?

Whatever it was you wanted
to discuss with me yesterday.

You seemed quite pregnant
at Dubrovensky's apartment.

You've obviously already
discussed it with Kitty.

How could you...
The motives of some women are inscrutable.

Their most
trivial action may mean

volumes, their most
extraordinary conduct

may depend upon a hairpin.

You two
are not like that.

I'm folding
my private detective business

and I'm going
to go work for Leda.

They're a global
insurance company.

I'm gonna be one of their
in-house investigators.

I did some freelance work
for them a few months ago

and they were impressed,
so they asked me

to join on a more
permanent basis.

This isn't really
gonna change

the work that you and I do.

This balance that we've struck--

my cases, your cases, our cases.

That is not
gonna change.

I'm gonna have time
to work for Leda

and the department.
That is the only way

I agreed to sign on.

An insurance company.

Yeah, I like the
people there.

Listen, I was gonna
tell you a few weeks ago,

but you were struggling,
and-and the last time I told you

I wanted to make a change,
you took off to London.

It's the captain.

The residence
we identified

is Dubrovensky's grow house.

He's expecting us.

No one was here
when we took the door.

Which is not so weird

in and of itself, but...

take a look at these plants.

They're dying.

Not all of them.

But a lot. At least a couple
hundred grand worth.

Says to me that Dubrovensky was
the only guy who worked here.

He died, his plants
started to follow.

Only they were never
his plants, right?

They were the cartel's, so why
would they just let them die?

Perhaps they didn't
know he'd been killed.

Aren't we thinking

that they killed him?

Are either of you familiar
with the Wutai Pingtung orchid?

It originated

in the remote
Wutai region of Taiwan.

Decades of commercial
development saw the extinction

of the moths that pollinated
them. The orchids died off

until only one remained,
making it the absolute

rarest of
rare flowers.

There is
only one

living in the entire world,

and it has an estimated value
of a quarter

of a million
dollars.

Fascinating.

What has it got to
do with any of this?

Just over a year ago
the Wutai Pingtung

was stolen from an
international flower show.

And it's sitting
right over there.

We thought

Mr. Dubrovensky
was killed

over plants that
you can smoke.

Perhaps he was killed
over one you cannot.

Autopsy report

on Clay Dubrovensky.

I am now quite certain
the SDS did not kill him.

Still think he died
over a flower?

As I explained,
this is no mere flower.

This is the Wu...

Wutai Pingtung.
It's rare. I get it.

An honest politician is rare.

A marriage
worth the bother is rare.

This is the only orchid
of its kind in existence.

It says here
that Dubrovensky was dead

before he was
lit on fire.

Succumbed to blunt force trauma
in the back of his skull.

But isn't the whole point
of necklacing

to burn the victim
while he's still alive?

Hmm. Would have been
quite sporting of them

to kill him prior
to ignition, no?

Maybe it was
a rival gang.

They kill Dubrovensky
and then frame the SDS.

Cartels don't frame people.

They sign their work
repeatedly and aggressively.

So this orchid was stolen
over a year ago by Dubrovensky?

That's one
possibility.

Another possibility is that he
bought it on the black market.

There's a black market
for flowers?

Ish. Most transactions
are completed

via online auction sites.

The thief lists, um...
a more innocuous item.

This can,
for example.

And then positions it
in front of the item

that he really wishes to sell.

To the untrained eye, the flower
looks like mere backdrop.

Okay, so what happens

when my soda
sells for $250,000?

Won't that raise a few eyebrows?

You keep the auction private.

And it's established beforehand
that a bid of one dollar

is actually worth
$100 or $1,000,

so an item that appears
to have sold for $15...

Is actually going for 15 grand.

It's possible
that

Dubrovensky successfully bid
on the orchid...

and then the losing bidder

came looking for him.

What about the flower's
original owner?

Less original owner

and more discoverer.

I don't like him

for a flaming tire murder,
do you?

Lexi?

Huh. Cool place.

Do-Do you have any coffee here?
Maybe an espresso machine?

You texted me. You told me
that you might be able

to help me find Tess.
Yeah, I heard you were

asking about her. A friend
at school gave me your number.

Look, she called me
last week. She thought

some guy in a white Jaguar
was following her.

I told her it was
the stuff we smoked that day

and she was paranoid.

She's been gone four days now.

Do you still think
she was paranoid?

When she called, did she
describe the driver?

No.

But I do have
the license plate.

You thought she was
paranoid and yet

you took down the plate number?

I guess.

Murderers.

Who?

All of them.

Detective Bell.

Barbara Conway.
I'm senior

vice president of...
Senior vice president of AgriNext's

GMO research division.

Quite the corporate
monstrosity, AgriNext, hmm?

In addition to your dominance
in agricultural industries,

there is powerful
evidence to suggest

that your neonicotinoid
insecticides

are the culprits in the
ongoing bee genocide

known as colony collapse
disorder. Would you care

to comment on that?
When you told my assistant you had

some questions, was that just
a lie to get in and harass me?

Ms. Conway,

are you familiar with the name

Clay Dubrovensky?

No.

What about the Wutai
Pingtung orchid?

I'm sorry. What?

You are very good
at feigning innocence.

Perhaps it's all that
lying about the bees.

Clay Dubrovensky was
found murdered yesterday.

Now, my colleagues
checked his Internet history,

'cause they thought
it might have had

something to do
with his purchase

of the orchid.
Instead, we found

record of him selling it.

To you.

Please don't ask us to
believe that you paid $89

for a bureau that
just happens to have

one of the world's rarest
flowers sitting on top of it.

We are well aware
of the codes

and price multiples employed
in such illegal transactions.

The day after the auction
ended, Dubrovensky

deposited a cashier's check
for $89,000

into a bank account.
You thought

you were getting the only Wutai
Pingtung orchid in the world

for a virtual steal.

Only Mr. Dubrovensky
never delivered.

He kept it for himself.

But you couldn't complain
to the auction site or go

to the police. Not without
admitting that you had

tried to purchase a very
valuable stolen object.

You track
Mr. Dubrovensky down,

you confront him,
things go poorly.

I'm not sure how you knew
to frame the SDS cartel

for his murder,
but, I don't know,

perhaps you bought
furniture from him before.

You're right,
I did buy that bureau.

But if you're saying
this Dubrovensky person

was the seller-- okay, sure.
I only ever knew him

by his account name.
Ms. Conway...

He threw the flower in for free.

It's in the conference room
if you'd like to see it.

I think it's one of the most
beautiful things I've ever seen.

But I would never
pay $89,000 for it.

If you need it
for your investigation,

by all means, take it.

I'm sorry
I'm not

the murderer
you were hoping I was.

For the last time,

I've never seen this
girl before in my life.

But you do own the vehicle
that was described to us.

The plates we were given
come back to you.

Which can only mean
that someone's

playing some sort
of stupid prank.

What about this girl?
You ever seen

her before?
This is

amazing. Why don't you just show
me photos of every missing girl

in the city? It's not like I
don't have anything else to do.

This girl told a friend
that she saw your car

following her last Saturday,
so if you want us to get you...

Oh, wait, wait, wait a
second. Last Saturday?

Was she in
Baltimore?

No.

Well, that's interesting,
because I was.

My son's lacrosse team had a
tournament. We took the Jag.

You want to ask me more
questions, contact my attorney.

Mr. Perryman, before you go...

Has anyone ever told you that
you have a queer left thumb?

What was that about?

I don't think he did it.
I don't think he took Tess.

But I think I know
how to find her.

So there are two Wutai Pingtung
orchids left, not one.

So what?

It was my understanding
that was impossible.

And your understanding
can never be wrong?

Did you notice these bags

the AgriNext lady left
in the box with the orchid?

Yep. They're plant food.

So, what do you think?

They look hungry? Ooh.

You wish to kill them?

You just said this was food.

For some other plants.

Can you not tell by the smell?

That's ground coffee
and dried mackerel.

Mackerel has an extremely high
nitrogen content,

too high for orchids.

Ms. Conway gave us that bag
by mistake.

The correct one
is the other bag.

What, were you worried
I was going to kill them

before you could?

Root structures
are like fingerprints--

no two are the same.

These are identical.

Okay, how could you possibly...

They're also the root
structures of plants

no older than six months.

The real Wutai Pingtung
is five years old.

Wait a minute, are you saying
that these are fakes?

Clones.

Mr. Dubrovensky's lover
said he had grown bored.

He has doctorates in botany.

And genetics.

If he never laid hands
on the original orchid,

he at least acquired a cutting.

That would've been more
than enough to make him

the floral equivalent
of a forger.

The AgriNext exec,
Barbara Conway,

maybe she realized she bought
a fake and confronted him.

Dubrovensky could've produced
dozens of clones,

which means his scam could've
been executed dozens of times.

Ms. Conway should return
to our suspect list.

But we should also look
for evidence of other victims.

What are you doing?

Well, they may be fakes
but they're still beautiful.

I am going to water them.

It occurs to me I haven't
congratulated you

on your new venture with the
insurance company, Leda.

Congratulations.

Thanks.

I understand why you waited
to tell me.

Um, I do tend to react poorly
to change.

Well, like I said, this
shouldn't be much change at all.

I'll still be at the precinct
all the time.

Even if you weren't,
it's your life, Watson.

I've no right
to a monopoly.

Uh, the truth is,

I've been considering
a change of my own.

It's completely unrelated
to your news, I assure you,

but it has been weighing
on my mind

and I thought I should
apprise you of it.

Um, isn't that your phone?

It can wait.

It's Captain Gregson.

Hello.

Is Holmes with you?

Yeah, he's right here.

I thought you two
would want to know

there were two more necklace
murders tonight.

The killers left a message
this time.

"Guerra � Guerra."

Portuguese vernacular.

It colloquially translates
as "This means war."

Usually I would've figured
it was for another gang,

but this is the opposite
of gang territory.

I'm standing in front
of the AgriNext

corporate headquarters
in Whitestone.

You guys were here today, right?

We were.

I'm going to go out
on a limb here and say

this wasn't a coincidence.

William Keller, AgriNext's CFO.

And this is Nelson Shelby,

one of their board of directors.

Now, as far as we can tell,

they were abducted as they
reached their residences

last night, presumably
by members of the SDS.

But why does the cartel want
to kill off AgriNext executives?

I talked to a
company spokesman.

The official line
is "no idea,"

but off the record, their best
guess is political retaliation.

Brazil's a billion-dollar
market for AgriNext

so they pump millions
into local elections.

Buys them influence
over policy decisions.

Guy said sometimes

the drug cartels just don't like
the candidates they back.

Uh-huh, that's bollocks.

On the record and off.

In your experience,
Detective,

how often does the party
on the receiving end

of a cartel assassination say,

"If only we knew what we'd done
to upset them?" No.

When a criminal
organization

sends a violent message,
it does so with a certainty

that that message is clear.

AgriNext knows
and they're just not telling us.

You guys were at
AgriNext yesterday.

You talk to another
executive?

Yeah, we thought she might have something
to do with the Dubrovensky murder.

She?
Her name is Barbara Conway

and she runs
the GMO department.

Well, she's in the clear
for these two.

Witness saw a Hispanic male

light them up. 30s.

We're getting a
sketch going.

Maybe he's also the guy
who did Dubrovensky.

The rope used to bind
the victims' hands and feet,

it's intact.

Now, most rope would
disintegrate

at the temperature
of a burning tire.

This is para-aramid rope.

It's made
for the express purpose

of resisting extreme heat.

It's a logical choice
for an organization

in the habit of burning
people alive, right?

Can't be too many places
that sell this stuff.

Military surplus,
fire and rescue gear.

I'll make a few calls and
get that sketch out there.

You will recall, however,

that Clay Dubrovensky was not
bound with para-aramid rope,

further suggesting he was not
killed by the cartel.

You still like
Barbara Conway?

Watson and I
still believe

that she had motive
to want him dead.

Plus, she worked
with these two.

You're right, I was not entirely
forthcoming with you yesterday.

I started collecting

flowers ten years ago.

I'd been promoted,
I was making real money.

I could afford
an expensive hobby.

So, you admit that you thought
you were buying

the real Wutai Pingtung orchid
from Mr. Dubrovensky.

It was the craziest
thing I'd ever done,

but it was so beautiful,

it was so unique that I...

Eventually I realized it was
a fake, just like you said.

And you'd been conned
out of 89 grand.

That was nothing to me.

I mean, I know how that sounds,
but it's true.

Besides, I wasn't angry.

I was impressed.

Duplicating something
as delicate as that orchid,

something as complex, it's...

it's more than a science.

It's an art.

I showed it to a few
of my colleagues,

and they agreed.

I used the company's resources
to track Clay down.

I offered him a job

at AgriNext.

That's when I found out
about his other business.

He told you he was a grower
for the SDS.

How did that go over
with human resources?

It made us want him even more.

It's nothing we've
been advertising,

but AgriNext has been preparing

for legalized marijuana
for years.

As soon as the legislation
catches up,

we'll be ready to move.

So, you wanted to hire him,

but he already had an employer.

It was complicated.

Clay was excited about the
possibility of going legit,

not to mention getting his hands
on AgriNext's resources.

He knew he could do great things
with us,

but he couldn't just quit
the SDS.

We had to buy him out.

So you entered into a
negotiation with a drug cartel.

Right.

You know, decorum forbids me
from showing my emotions

during an interview such as
this one, but I assure you,

on the inside, I am
doubled over with laughter.

Clay went to the cartel.

They set a price-- $10 million.

The company countered
at $5 million.

And now Inside Me
is soiling himself.

He called me the
night he was killed.

He told me that he was going
to meet with the cartel,

tell them to accept the offer.

Because he had decided
that he was going to come

and work for our company
no matter what.

Obviously they didn't
appreciate that.

They killed him

and then they killed Nelson
and William last night

for good measure.

These higher-ups you mentioned,
can we assume

that they'll confirm
everything you just told us?

If they don't,
I have the memos that will.

Morning, Tess.

Who the hell are you?

I'm a friend of your mum's.

I know what
you're trying to do.

Lexi told me
everything.

This is her aunt's apartment.

Her aunt who's away
for the next few months.

She gave you a key,

you gave her
a license plate number

that would lead any and all
interested parties to a man

by the name of Grant Perryman.

I know he's your father, Tess.

He's not my father.

He is.

He just also happens to be
your mother's rapist.

That must've been really hard
finding out.

I'm sorry.

Then go.

And don't tell anyone
you found me.

I can't.

She was only a few
years older than me.

She'd never even...

He got her drunk at a party

and he, uh...

She was afraid.

And stupid.

I mean, she didn't tell anyone
for weeks.

When she did, she
couldn't prove it.

His parents were so rich,

they offered a settlement
anyway.

All my mother had to do
was keep her mouth shut.

She did.

She was so good at it,
she didn't even tell them

when she found out
she was pregnant.

That's why I didn't recognize
your picture the other day.

How did you recognize him?

Did my mom tell you?

I have this friend.

He has a habit of drilling
all sorts of facts into my head.

Did you know, for example,

that 0.4% of Caucasians have
brachydactyly type D thumbs.

Also called clubbed thumbs.

Of those, three quarters
have them on both hands.

But I couldn't help noticing
in your pictures that

you have a type D thumb
on your left hand only.

Just like Grant Perryman.

Your mum put everything
behind her,

but you wanted to
dredge it all up again

and force her to talk about it.

To the press and to the police.

Everyone would find out exactly
what kind of man he is.

He deserves it.

But your mum doesn't.

What she went through
was terrible.

It was unspeakable.

But she chose to focus
on the good in her life.

She chose you.

And your mum wanted
to make sure...

According to these memos,

everything Barbara Conway
told us was true.

The-the language
is deliberately vague

and they never refer
to the cartel by name,

but it's pretty obvious

that AgriNext wanted Dubrovensky
on the company payroll.

Maybe we were wrong
about the murder.

Maybe it really was the SDS.

They wanted to burn him alive,

but there was a struggle

and he died from a blow
to the skull.

But the killers still
had to sign their work.

Utterly and
annoyingly possible.

Hmm. Why does it smell
like coffee and fish in here?

Is that the plant food
that Barbara Conway gave us?

The one that you said
would kill the orchid?

Mm-hmm. While it might be
an annoyance to your senses,

it is an onslaught to mine.

I was hoping that the barrage
might trigger some new thoughts,

but so far... mm.

We never finished our
conversation the other night.

Yeah, you said you wanted
to make a change.

You know how much
I value you.

I've made that clear on...

numerous occasions,
sometimes embarrassingly so.

You've been a good friend

and a good partner.

It was you, in fact,

that helped me understand
the concept of partnership,

the value of it.

Are you leaving New York again?

No, quite the opposite.

Mm. I don't understand.

What is the change
you want to make?

Kitty, I'm sure you'll agree,

has made an excellent prot�g�e.

But... I believe that
a matriculation is in order.

So you want
to make Kitty your new partner.

That she had the makings
of a detective

was never in doubt.

But I confess to having my
concerns regarding her history.

The many... traumas
visited upon her.

And I was certain that it would
take time to develop her.

Years.

I was wrong.

Mostly thanks to you.

Your instruction
has been crucial

and, in certain areas,
more crucial than mine.

I'm proud of her, Watson.

I think she's ready.

Wow.

I, um...

I'm happy for her. And you.

I think it's
a great idea.

The other day you made reference
to the balance that we'd struck,

your cases, my cases, our cases.

This won't change that.
It's Marcus.

He says they've got the guy
who killed the AgriNext execs.

That tip about the rope
paid dividends.

Marcus canvassed the shops
that sell it,

and one of the owners
remembered this guy,

Marco Gon�alves, coming in
to buy a bunch of it.

Security cameras outside the
store caught his license plate.

We put
a FINEST message out,

and a radio car got lucky.

Now, the prints place him
at the AgriNext

executives' murders.
So does the witness.

I take it from the legal pad that he's
writing his confession.

In addition to copping
to killing the AgriNext execs,

he wants to take credit
for a dozen other hits.

He's trying to maximize
his value to the SDS,

absorb as many charges as he can

since he already knows
he's going away for life.

But here's the thing,

the only murder
he won't take the rap for

is Clay Dubrovensky's.

He does seem to have an idea
as to who did do it,

but he won't give us a name.

Best guess right now
is a rival cartel.

Maybe they identified Sangue
do Sangue's grower in New York

and killed him to mess
with their business.

We'll keep you posted.

You said the
other night

that if another cartel
killed Dubrovensky,

they would have
signed their work.

A cartel would.
A corporation would not.

Take everything Barbara
Conway told us and flip it.

Dubrovensky didn't tell
the SDS he wanted out

of the deal--
he told AgriNext.

They were the ones
who got angry.

Perhaps they were worried
he knew too much.

Or they didn't want to have
to compete with his weed

further down the line.
Well, either way,

they framed the SDS
and the cartel retaliated.

Immolating two of the
top brass and leaving them

on an AgriNext lawn.

I propose another conversation
with Ms. Conway.

If she wasn't part of what happened,
perhaps she can tell us who was.

Did you give Dubrovensky's
ex-girlfriend my number?

You know I don't like
to give out my own.

Well, she wants to talk.
Says it's important.

A case of the
munchies, perhaps.

You go. I'll
locate Ms. Conway.

Hey.

I wasn't sure you'd come.

Why'd you want me
to meet you here?

The super
lives next door,

only he won't let me
into Clay's apartment

unless someone
from the department signs off.

And why do you want
to go inside Clay's apartment?

Clay gave me this.

He made it.
He grew it.

It's a yellow clivia.

When you texted me,
you said it was important.

He used to give me special food.

Even after we broke up.
He made it himself.

And it's
inside.

I thought that maybe
if you spoke to the super...

You must think I'm an idiot,

starting up again with a guy
who cheated on me,

getting sentimental
about a flower

he gave me.

Well, I'm not here to judge you.

You know what
the really stupid thing is?

Is that he gave these
to all the girls.

What do you mean?

Girls he was
sleeping with.

He would give them
a yellow clivia.

Just like mine.

Mmm.
It was, like, his move.

He told me that when we
started hooking up again.

I probably should've been mad,
but we weren't back together,

you know? I actually thought
it was kind of funny.

Found it.

Plant food.

Like I told you,

it's gross.
It smells like coffee and...

Fish.
It's Clay's special recipe.

Made just for the clivia.

Watson.

Hey. Barbara Conway's coming
to the station tomorrow?

Yes.

She claims to have no knowledge
of an AgriNext conspiracy

to kill Dubrovensky,

but she has a few ideas
as to who might.

That's because you were right
all along.

She's the one who did it.

Please
take a seat.

Is Mr. Holmes coming?

No. It's just us today.

He caught me off guard
last night.

This idea that someone from
AgriNext may have killed Clay.

But... the more
I thought about it,

the more I wondered.

The company's been accused
of much worse.

Usually overseas but still...

I know it was you, Barbara.

Excuse me?

I know you killed Clay.

When you gave us the
orchid the other day,

you accidentally included
some food for a yellow clivia,

a very special one
that Clay gave you.

The two of you
were involved.

I don't see
how that has anything to do

with what you're...
I don't think you planned to kill him.

That's important.

You realized he was sleeping
with his ex,

and you confronted him.

But it didn't go well.

I think I should call my lawyer.

You could, but
I wouldn't.

He'll tell you to leave.

And this is your one,
best chance to show contrition,

to try and make
people understand

that you did not
mean to kill Clay

or the Kelleys.

Like I said,
I don't think

you went to Clay's that night

with the intention
of killing him.

You didn't show up
with a hollowed-out tire,

which means you had
to go out and get one

right after
it happened.

Now, my colleagues
are combing the area

around Clay's
apartment right now.

It is only a
matter of time

before someone
recognizes your picture.

Now, they know I'm talking
to you right now, Barbara.

So the longer
you wait

and the more you make them work
for this,

the harder it's gonna be
for you.

I kept it.

The clivia.

I know how crazy
that sounds, but...

I loved him.

Would it have been
more satisfying

to eviscerate a corporate
behemoth? Unquestionably.

But the true killer has confessed.
We can ask for little more.

I know. It's just...
You're doing that wrong.

S-Sorry.

It's, uh... Kitty's agreed
to take part in an exercise.

Have you told her about the,
uh, matriculation yet?

No. But it is on today's agenda.

Well, I'm working
at Leda today, so...

maybe I'll come by
with some pizzas

The captain's calling me.
Do you wish to hold?

No. Take it. I'll see you later.

Captain.

A body just turned up.
I need you at the scene.

Right, we'll leave immediately.

No. Just you.

Her name is Melanie
Vilkas. 24 years old.

She went missing
a few days ago.

Whoever took her kept her
alive until last night

and then he
dumped her.

And the reason
I couldn't bring Kitty with me?

Take a look
at her back.

They're the same markings

I saw in those
files you gave me,

the same ones
that are on Kitty's back.

So the man who hurt her
is here in New York.

== sync, corrected by elderman ==
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