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Previously on Elementary...

The district attorney is,

at this very moment,
deciding whether or not

I should be charged
with felonious assault.

What happened?

I beat a former acquaintance
nearly to death.

That was my barrister.
It seems you will not have

to visit me in prison after all.

Did you misplace my number?

Some things are better
to discuss in person.

Like violating
campaign finance laws,

bribing elected officials,
that sort of thing.

You funded a super PAC that
supports the district attorney.

And just like that,
Sherlock is no longer

facing criminal charges
against Oscar Rankin.

I've always been willing to go
to lengths to protect Sherlock.

So have I. You should
keep that in mind,

because Sherlock
is gonna call you tonight

and he's gonna accept your help.

♪ Oh, God didn't make
the little green apples ♪

♪ And it don't rain in
Indianapolis in the summertime ♪

♪ ♪

♪ And there's no such thing ♪

♪ As Dr. Seuss, Disneyland ♪
Hey, watch it.

♪ Mother Goose,
there's no nursery rhymes ♪

♪ God didn't make
the little green apples... ♪

“Brother, hearken,
while I tell you,

“What we Masons pledge to do.

“Prepared at yonder altar,

We assumed the Mason's vow...”

“Foot and knee,
breast, hand and cheek...

Hearken while I make them
speak...”

Dude, whoever they are,
they can wait.

Apologies.

Father.

Sherlock.
Forgive my appearance.

I'm just paying off a debt
to some online associates.

I see.
Nothing untoward.

A hacker collective asked me
to perform a few Masonic chants

for their amusement.

Perhaps it's best I don't
hear the full explanation.

Well, it was a small price
to pay for their help.

We just recovered
an original printing

of The First
Book of Urizen.

Oh, the prophecies
of William Blake.

Stolen by
a hammer-thumbed dry cleaner.

As I predicted.
Watson is at this moment

obtaining a confession
at the station.

Why haven't you answered
my calls?

Aside from force of habit?

I'm unable to.

One of the hackers
locked my phone

until I've finished chanting.

So what's so important
you couldn't leave a message?

...this horrible scene
in the Financial District.

We are just getting word now
that a ninth victim,

who was taken to the hospital,

is reported stable.
That brings the tally

to four dead, five wounded
in Mannahatta Park.

Not a good day to
be out of reach.

Why are you here?

Who's this?

Sniper named
Pierre Gagnier.

Formerly French Special Forces.

He's the one responsible
for this bloodshed.

♪ Elementary 4x06 ♪
The Cost of Doing Business
Original Air Date on December 14, 2014

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@elder_man

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Shooter picked the right perch.

Building management
says construction here

got shut down
a month ago.

Union dispute with the law firm
that owns it, Zyckner Williams.

Floor's always vacant. No
cameras. Nobody saw a thing.

There's no latent prints on the
gun. He must've worn gloves.

I'm gonna go ahead and guess:

it's not registered.

Serial number says
it was stolen

from a sporting goods store
in 2005. Dead end.

I had to go through a
metal detector in the lobby

to get up here.
The bottom six floors

of this building
are SEC offices,

so security's pretty high.

Just... not high enough.

This is Joan. She's with the
building people, pulling tape.

You've got me
and the captain.

I wish I had good news.

Security just finished
a second sweep of the building,

but the gun is still
the only trace of the sniper.

Any way in and out of this place
that he could've avoided

the security cameras
in the lobby?

No. He has to be on the tape,
coming and going.

But we've been looking,
and so far nobody jumps out.

You able to get ahold
of your partner yet?

No, I still haven't been able
to reach him.

Well, dig him up.

We got a lunatic out here,

and he didn't leave us
much to work with.

Three years ago,
I was shepherding a project

in Maharashtra, India.

A large mining company wanted
to secure extraction rights

for a particularly
promising vein of bauxite.

We had a problem with
a local bureaucrat

who was overzealous in his
application of red tape.

The delay was costing my client
millions,

so they asked that I consider
certain remedies.

If you're about to confess
a crime and you're expecting

my confidence,
I beg you reconsider.

I told my client that
I would never entertain the idea

of harming the man.

So I was
dismissed.

And replaced not
with a rival consultancy

but with Réponse.

French mercenary outfit?

That was November,
two years ago, in Mumbai.

When a sniper killed 13 people.

All to mask the assassination
of the offending paper pusher.

A singular target
was never presumed.

He was too well hidden.

A pin among so many
in a pincushion.

Shooter was never identified.

Not by the
authorities, no.

I made my own inquiries.
I developed a contact inside

Réponse, and they
served up this man,

a freelancer hired
to do the killing.

Sadly,

I could never manage
to interest the local police.

And what makes you think
he repeated

his pincushion performance
today?

We'll need your computer.

Search for cell phone videos
of today's attack.

You know how quickly
these things leak these days.

You'll see in the footage

a perfectly alternating pattern

of fatalities and leg wounds.

It was the same in Mumbai?

That such a precise pattern
should happen once,

much less recur,
is highly unlikely.

I think you're right.

The sniper is making
a concerted effort

not only to hide his target
but also

his skill.

Well, I must say I'm impressed.

If there's room on your wall

amongst the Thatcher
photographs, you may soon

be able to hang
a commendation from the NYPD.

You can't share any of this
with the police, Sherlock.

Your mole in Réponse.

There's no way to turn this over
without exposing him.

I'd expect the group's reprisal
to be thorough.

Well, there's been enough blood
spilled today.

I'll set to work corroborating

Gagnier's involvement
independently,

and then I will go
to the police.

I'd like to help you.

I know we rarely spoke
during your Scotland Yard days,

but I do recall that
you often made use of experts

in other fields. Your...

Unusuals.

Irregulars.

And unless you've become
an expert in sniping,

I fail to see
how you can assist me.

I'm no detective, but I do have
resources and contacts.

You're set to profit in India
if the sniper is captured.

My former client will certainly
lose their mining rights

if the truth comes to light.

And I won't deny
that I have positioned myself

to scoop them up
for one of their competitors.

But that's not why I'm here.

I'm here
because four people are dead.

Gagnier was out
of the country six hours

after the Mumbai attacks.

We can stand here
and talk if you wish,

but I think you'd be wiser
to accept my help and begin.

You must be
Morland's boy.

How do you do?
I'm Bill Wellstone.

This is our
general counsel,

Joel Fitzgerald.

Bill, I said

there was no need for a lawyer.

In fact,
I told you we'd be content

sitting down
with your head of I.T.

Well, to be honest,
we were fighting over

who got to take a meeting
with the Morland Holmes.

I, myself, can never get
enough backslapping,

but I'm afraid our
time here is limited.

Obviously you're aware
of the sniper attacks

in Mannahatta Park today.

One of your executives
was killed, Ethan Parris.

Uh, it was our understanding
that the victims' names

weren't being given out yet.
I managed to procure a list

from the Office of the
Chief Medical Examiner.

We're here

because we have reason
to believe these shootings

were not random, but rather
cover for an assassination.

What?

We think Mr. Parris
may have been the real target.

He was the most prominent
of the victims by far.

I'm sorry, what does that
have to do with anything?

If it was an assassination,
it would be the kind

which would cost upwards
of $1 million.

Look, I don't
know what to say.

I didn't know
Parris personally,

but the report I got,
he was a good man.

What kind of work did he do?
Negotiations, mostly.

I mean, he was heading
the Peru thing, right?

Mmm. We-We've got
a big hydroelectric dam

on the drawing board
down there.

Ethan was part of the team
that was hammering out

the contract
with their government.

I think he was headed
to a meeting

with Zyckner Williams today
when the shooting started.

Zyckner Williams?
Mm-hmm. They're the stateside firm

handling the talks
for the Peruvians.

Their offices are right near there.
We know.

The sniper set up his perch
on a floor of theirs

under construction.

Wait a second.

You think they had him killed?

What we would need
would be copies

of Mr. Parris's correspondence
with Zyckner Williams

and e-mails
so that we could find out.

Do you have
a warrant?

We're here as friends,
investigating the murder

of your employee.

I get that,
but we're talking about

a $2.3 billion deal here.

Turning over
all of our internal deal memos?

That kind of exposure, I mean,
even under the circumstances,

that is a huge ask.

It may only be
so much time

before the gunman flees the country,
gentlemen, so I'll be blunt.

The value of your dam
is $2.3 billion

in theory only.

It can be zero...

if I call
certain friends in Lima.

Now, that,

boys and girls,
is how you deliver a threat.

It's far more compelling
than a warrant.

Anything you need...

from Dynastic Energy...

you've got it.

Sherlock?

I would prefer a concise text,

but if you absolutely must,
leave a message.

Unless you're dead,

you're starting to annoy me.

The sniper thing's
officially a mess.

The captain wants us
to comb through security footage

from the building.

Call me.

Let me know nothing's wrong.

You guys must be

some kind
of major leaguers.

I got an e-mail
from a partner I've never met

telling me to get my ass down here ASAP
or he'd have me disbarred.

We appreciate you taking
time off from your drinking.

Sorry.

Look, can you blame me for
making the most of Sniper Day?

It's like a snow day--

we all got sent home
after the shooting.

Perhaps your drinking is your
way of coping with the guilt.

What?

Four people are dead,
five more in hospital,

and all because you
couldn't get along

with your opposite number on
a Peruvian dam negotiation.

What are you talking about?

Your working relationship
with Ethan Parris

turned sour, and stood in
the way of a $2.3 billion deal.

So a sniper was invited
into your firm's offices

to solve the problem.

You think I had Ethan killed?

Of course not.

The black-bag operatives
that your firm keeps on retainer

don't take calls
from junior associates.

Divulge the name

of the senior partner
that you turned to for help,

and I will petition
the powers that be

to extend you an immunity deal.

Oh, no, no way.

No way. This is a joke.
We've reviewed

the complete record of
your correspondence with Ethan Parris.

We're not here
by accident.

This makes no sense!

The shooting made no sense;
it was random.

It was made to look random.

Look, if you've seen
the e-mails,

if you've seen the deal,
then you know--

I didn't need Ethan dead;
I was kicking his ass.

Mr. Parris was fleecing you
on concrete and overages.

No, no. Because...

The longer
you play dumb,

Mr. Pruitt, the less likely
we are to help you.

I can prove
nobody here wanted Ethan dead.

I doubt you can prove you tied
your own tie this morning.

Come with me.

Okay.

You see that,
uh, brown tower?

Just to the
south there?

That's where Ethan worked.

Now, we went back and forth
a dozen times

on this deal, and every time
I went to his office,

I walked out the south entrance
right below us,

and any time he came here,
he used the same doors.

Now, that's
the side of the building

the shooter was on,
the east side.

Now, if I wanted someone
to pick Ethan off,

I never would've told them
to set up there,

because that's not the direction
he would've been coming from.

- He'd have no shot.
- You're a spectacular liar,

Mr. Pruitt.

We've just come from
Dynastic Energy's offices.

They're on the river,
east of here.

No, you're talking
about the main offices.

Dynastic outgrew
that space years ago.

Ethan worked in their
satellite offices right there.

You don't believe me,
look it up.

To compare a massacre
to inclement weather.

It's a shame that cretinous
man wasn't involved.

Detection is an exact science,
or it ought to be,

and should be treated
with the same cold, unemotional manner.

What are you doing?
I'm attempting to divine

the PIN number that
Everyone used to lock my phone.

“Leet.” Should've
guessed it. 1-3-3-7.

Numeric spelling of the word
“leet,” as in “elite.”

It's a standard hacker boast.
Why would you care?

Who are you calling?

A colleague in the department.

I told you, we can't...

You're not the only person
who can keep a secret.

Holmes? I was starting to think

you fell in a ditch
or something.

I'm attempting to come up
to speed on the sniper attack.

I'm curious to learn more
about the fatalities

and what brought those
individuals to the park.

At the moment,
all I have are their names.

Why just the fatalities?

My theory is too embryonic
to share at the moment.

Okay. We got...

Ethan Parris.

He...
Not him.

All right.

There's Ronda Walley,
tourist from Minnesota.

Uh, Steve Sachs was an ad exec.

He'd just left a job interview.

Finally, there's Frank Bova.

He was a plumber.
Ate lunch in the park every day.

Every day?

According to a homeless guy
we talked to.

Bova used to share
his food with him.

He wasn't, by any chance,
the first person shot, was he?

Yeah. How did you...

What is it?
There's only one person

who could reasonably
have been expected

to end up in the sniper's
crosshairs today.

Frank Bova.

Ate lunch there regularly.

He was also
the first person shot,

guaranteeing he couldn't scamper
off in the ensuing chaos.

Someone engaged an
international contract killer

to go on a shooting spree,

spending somewhere in the
neighborhood of $1 million...

All to disguise the murder
of a plumber from Staten Island.

Where are we going now?

I'm going to visit
Frank Bova's widow

in Great Kills.

You can go back to your
gilded throne in Midtown.

I offered my assistance
for the duration.

You accepted.
Someone wanted to hide

the assassination
of a plumber.

My path now clearly diverges
from your sphere of influence.

I thank you for the doors
you've opened thus far,

but I'll take it from here.
Uh...

never mind, our mistake.

There isn't time for this.
You said yourself

Gagnier fled Mumbai within
hours of the attack.

I did.

So why did you just
send my cab away?

Because I can get you
to Staten Island much faster.

Jessica, dear,

I'm going to need you
to send the helicopter.

I don't understand.

The cops that drove me down
to identify Frank

said this was just
some crazy person,

like... domestic
terror or something.

I can't say
beyond all doubt

that your husband was
specifically targeted.

But that's what
you think.

We want to be sure that the man

that did this is put to justice.

Uh, and there's a chance
you can help.

There's just no way.

Frank had his faults,
but, I mean,

we're talking
socks on the floor.

He would put empty milk cartons
in the fridge.

He never did anything to make
somebody want to kill him.

I'm not suggesting that your
husband brought this on himself,

Mrs. Bova, not necessarily.

But if someone powerful
wanted him dead,

the method suggests...

that they thought their motive
would be too easy to detect

without a great deal
of window dressing.

You're saying that he had...
no such enemies?

He did a lot of jobs
down near Wall Street.

Tempers flare when there's
a delay sometimes,

but nobody gets shot
over toilets, you know?

Perhaps he saw something
he wasn't supposed to see

while he was working
in one of those buildings.

If he did, he didn't tell me.

I don't know.

I guess we didn't talk
as much as we should.

I know this is difficult.

Would you mind
if I had a look around?

I'd also like to see
any personal effects

that were returned
to you by the police.

They're right in the kitchen.

You found something in
the dead man's phone.

Oh, you noticed.
What is it?

Confirmation that Frank Bova
was the sniper's real target.

It's a hidden tracking program.

I forwarded
the relevant data

to my phone.

So Gagnier was observing Bova

to determine
the best place to strike.

Obviously, he settled on his
quarry's favorite lunch spot.

It's a clever method

of surveillance,
but it is revealing--

I might be able to track it
back to Gagnier.

I should know by the time
we reach your whirlybird.

I need to ask you
something personal.

It's a medical question.
I-I wouldn't intrude,

but it may well be genetic, so
on that basis I feel entitled.

Are you suffering from low T?

Excuse me?

A deficiency, an imbalance
in your hormone levels.

Is it what's causing

this late-onset humanity

that you've been exhibiting
since your return to New York?

Is that why
you comforted Mrs. Bova?

Was I such a terrible father

that you can't imagine me
being kind to a widow?

I'm only asking
because it is treatable.

It's not uncommon
in men of your age.

Isn't the more likely
explanation that

you've never seen me as I am?

Owing to my deficient powers
of observation.

You live a life, Sherlock.

If you're not a fool,
it changes you.

I don't think
that either of us is a fool.

I don't know Gagnier's location,

but I do know where
the program was uploaded

and where it first began
transmitting Bova's whereabouts.

If we go there,

we might find a trail.

What's the location?

Not surprisingly, it's somewhere
Bova took off his pants.

I'm sorry,
I don't think so.

Would've been
two weeks ago. Tuesday.

I'm here every day-- I don't
remember either of these guys.

I could have sworn I saw
a hint of recognition there.

Just to be clear,
you are covering for a killer.

This man, Pierre Gagnier,

followed this man,
Frank Bova, in here

so he could tamper
with his phone.

Subsequently, Mr. Gagnier
shot nine people downtown today.

That's the guy who...?

Yes. Would you like
to start again?

Listen, I got no reason to
believe this story of yours,

and I don't like cops.
Neither do my clients.

You come in here asking
for our security videos.

You got to get a warrant.
Procuring one will be simple enough.

If I must, I assure you,
when I return,

I will also return
with the Health Department.

I will get the materials
that I'm requesting,

and you will be shut down

for insufficient
chlorination.

Or have you not noticed
that your so-called “baths”

are little more
than fungal soup?

You do what you need to do.
Right now, you need to leave.

Please forgive my son.

He misread you.

You're obviously not a man
who can be bullied.

But you are a man
who can be bribed.

Shall we say $10,000?

So you do have
your phone with you.

Were you with
your father all day

or just this morning?
How did you know?

There were two cups of coffee
downstairs. One had honey in it.

I remember that's
how he takes his.

So, where have you been?

I get that your cell wasn't
working, but you are aware

there are other phones
you could have used.

As I said, we literally flew

to and from Staten Island,
and there was never

an idle moment
to bring you into the fold.

Not really. Besides,

I felt better knowing
that the police's search

was fortified by someone
trained in my methods.

You said the captain
knows everything now.

He knows a version
of everything.

What matters is he knows
the sniper's presumed location.

Pierre Gagnier

used a stolen credit card
at the Turkish baths.

He used the same credit card
to secure a room

at a no-tell motel
on the Lower East Side.

When I called, the staff said
he was still on the premises.

Hmm. Captain will let us know
soon enough.

I would have expected you
to be a little more...

exasperated after spending an
entire day with your father.

It was interesting.

Interesting.
Well, he was

helpful at certain points.

And I could get used to having

a helicopter
at my disposal.

11:32 this morning.

Looks like he walked in almost
an hour before the shooting.

You can be forgiven
for failing to flag him.

Aside from a vaguely
martial gait,

he does not look suspicious.

And it seems he didn't
bring his rifle in himself.

After his arrest, perhaps
he will tell us who he employed

to help him smuggle it
past the metal detectors.

Your team leader broke down
the tactical situation.

I got nothing to add
to that except this.

The man up there opened fire
on a crowd of innocent people.

He's not gonna have any
qualms taking aim at you.

Be safe. Now, let's get to it.

Hold up.

Hold up. You guys!
I got a camera here.

E-11. Requesting a 10-13.

Shots fired. I got
one hit in the vest.

Take the door.
On three. One, two.

Clear!
Clear!

Detective Captain
Manhattan South

to Central. I need a 10-13

at 236 Broome Street.

I got an officer shot
at this location.

Damn it.

When I first saw him
lying on the pavement,

I assumed he'd been shot,

but this graze wound was
the only shot that hit him.

It spooked him,
he fell off the fire escape.

Hawes said he died instantly.

Don't know
what's more regrettable.

That a mass murderer
didn't suffer,

of that he couldn't
be taken alive.

ESU did what they could.

They were taking fire.
This guy had the place wired.

He saw 'em coming.
I was not implying fault.

I just wish he could have given
us what we needed and then died.

GSR on his right palm

is from the .22 caliber
he fired at the police.

And there's more on his
forearm that's consistent

with the bullets used
in the sniper attack.

Only trace he left
to connect him to the crime--

we found a slag cell phone

and computer in his room.

Guy was wiping the decks,
getting ready to skip.

You just caught him.
Looks like

he was pre-boarded
on a flight to Managua.

All things considered,

I'm glad he ended up
here instead.

Nothing else of note?

You guys are welcome
to pick through

the luggage he was packing,
but nothing

jumped out at CSU.

Looks like this guy's secrets
died with him.

I dated this French guy once.

I thought they were all
as bad as he was.

Three bags

for one weekend at the beach.

This guy traveled light.

I could see why
Marcus was pessimistic.

All in all, a waste of
the tip my father gave us.

You don't care for him much,
do you? My father?

Not really, no.
Hmm.

Is it because he bribed
the district attorney

to keep me out of prison?

You know about that?

It was a difficult pill
to swallow,

knowing that my absolution
was paid for,

accepting a literal
get-out-of-jail-free card

for the beating of Oscar Rankin.

Considering the alternative,

I made peace with it.

What I don't understand is

why your father
would tell you what he did.

Both agreed
you didn't need to know.

Well, he never said a word.

Then how did you...?
I've had a lifetime

observing Morland Holmes.

There's little he
can do to surprise me.

Although I must admit,

my grasp of the finer points
of his personality

seem ripe for reconsideration.

What does that mean?

I've been poisoning your opinion
of the man

for the last few years.

Now that he's in our orbit,

perhaps you should draw
your own inferences.

Find something?

Yeah.

See this Sudoku?

The handwriting looks
like a match

for Gagnier's other
little notes to himself.

But the puzzle is filled out
completely wrong.

Not even close.

Ah. Little chance Gagnier
could be this innumerate.

Think it's some sort of code?

I think the last 13
digits are a bank account,

and the first seven are
a Swiss routing number.

Always wisest to commit
secret accounts to memory.

That's if you want
them to stay secret.

Gagnier should have
taken some ginkgo biloba

and honed his memorization.

Doesn't much matter now.

If that's a Swiss bank account,

everything about it
stays secret.

You're right, and you're wrong.

Bankers in Geneva wouldn't
bend their privacy rules

for American law enforcement,
but for my father's friends...

Seriously?
As I said,

ripe for reconsideration.

Just to be clear, Morland,

nobody here at Interpol knows
what I've done.

You certainly did not get that
from me.

Well, if you can trust us
to keep that under our hats,

why not trust us
with these redacted bits?

Without the authorizing
signatures,

this report is less
revealing than we'd hoped.

Credit Suisse has their limits.

I pushed as hard as I was able.

You have what they gave me.

As you can see, YJN Incorporated

sent Gagnier $750,000 American
last week--

the initial deposit
to open the account.

Another $750,000
hit the wire yesterday.

An hour after Bova and three
others were confirmed dead.

The shooter won't
be the only one

well-compensated
for getting the job done.

Truly above and beyond
this time, Agent Muller.

I-I went a bit further,
actually.

Looked into this YJN company
for you.

It is, of course,
a shell entity.

It turns out to be
a wholly owned subsidiary

of Dynastic Energy.

Oh, that's interesting.

You have our thanks and
our deepest confidence, Lukas.

What do I not know
about Dynastic Energy?

You didn't tell her?

Didn't seem relevant when I
relayed our progress yesterday.

Had a bit of a false
start at Dynastic,

although we didn't
realize it at the time.

All the executives we
spoke to were quite happy

to answer our questions,

but we were asking
about the wrong target.

Mm, there can't be more
than a dozen people there

that can funnel funds
in this manner.

Imagine one of them won't like
hearing the name “Frank Bova.”

So, uh...

what's all this about?

Told you on the phone,
I gave you everything

that we had on Ethan Parris.

And now I'm sitting in what?

What do you call this room?
Is this the box?

We call it “Interview One.”

It's just a good,
quiet place to talk.

Okay. Maybe I've just seen
too many movies.

Perhaps that's how you became
so desensitized to violence.

I think you ought to tell me
what this is right now.

I guess I'd say
it's the end of the line.

It's your last chance

to start making this easier
for yourself.

When my father and I
visited with you yesterday,

we knew only the
method of the madness

in Mannahatta Park,
not the target.

Nor the author
of the attack.

You paid a French sniper
with Dynastic Energy funds

to kill Frank Bova in a manner
which would conceal your motive.

Oh, and-and what exactly
was my motive?

Jealousy,
Mr. Fitzgerald.

It's as simple as
the crime was complex.

We found the tracking
software the sniper put

on Mr. Bova's phone.

It helped him find
a target-rich environment

with which
to mask the ill intent

of a cuckolded husband.

And that would be me?

The tracking software
he mentioned--

it shows Bova going
to a motor lodge

out near your place
in Westchester

a couple times last week.

He went there to meet

your wife.

Seems they really hit it off

after he renovated your bathroom
a couple of months ago.

Been hitting it off every few
days ever since, matter of fact.

That's not true.

I mean, yes,
this guy worked at our house,

but that's just a coincidence,
that's nothing.

The rest is you
slandering my wife,

and you're coming damn close

to being named
in a defamation lawsuit.

I'm sorry,
Mr. Fitzgerald,

but defamation only applies
to statements that aren't true.

I'm gonna kill her.

What was that?
I'm gonna kill her.

Hey, you can't be
threatening people in here.

Sit down!

No! You don't get
to tell me what to do.

You don't get to show me this
and then tell me what to do.

I'm gonna kill the bitch.
I'm gonna kill her.

I'm fine. I'm gonna... Okay,
you do not need to touch me.

If that's an act,
he's one hell of a liar.

He's a highly paid lawyer.

It would be remarkable if
he wasn't a skilled liar.

Well, if he did it,
we need him to say he did it.

I don't see a judge letting

that redacted bank paperwork
into trial. Do you?

I mean, we can't explain how he got it.
Not yet.

It'll be simpler once Dynastic
opens their books to us.

Why would they do that?

Honestly, I don't think

my father is gonna
give them much choice.

All right, just get it to me
before Tokyo opens.

And let's get Grant Felgner
on the line

before I'm out of here tonight.

Absolutely, but first, sir,

Morland Holmes has come
to see you.

Ah. All right, send him in.

Morland.
What brings you back?

Nothing good, I'm afraid.

I'm sure you're trying to get
home to Lisa and the children,

so I'll be direct. My son
and I have found a paper trail

between the sniper
and YJN Incorporated,

one of your firm's tax havens.

I know what it is.

What are you
trying to tell me here?

We believe that Joel Fitzgerald
authorized the transaction.

His wife was sleeping with
one of the shooting victims.

What do they have on him?

Not quite enough at the moment.

But if you would
cooperate with the NYPD

and provide the wiring paperwork

that shows his signature, well,

I'm sure you'll weather
the storm just fine.

No, I'm sorry, I'm not
gonna do that to his family.

We'll handle it internally.
He'll step down.

Four people are dead, Bill.

Five more were maimed.

And that's a tragedy, but I'm
not going to inflict another one

on his wife and kids,
not if I don't have to.

You're right. The police
do lack the leverage

to compel a full
financial disclosure.

But as I said
the other day,

I do possess that leverage.

That is, if you still
want to build

a $2 billion dam in Peru.

If that's the way
it's gonna be, then so be it.

You call whoever you want.
I'm gonna protect my people.

And I don't like being
threatened in my office.

You're not worried
about Joel Fitzgerald.

You're worried about yourself.

You would never let
a ten-figure deal evaporate

to spare a lawyer on your staff.

But to keep yourself
out of prison,

no price
would be too high.

You hired the sniper yourself.

Why would I do that?

Well, I've heard rumors.
We all have.

You make a sport of pursuing
your employees' wives.

It's... unseemly.

But not altogether uncommon.

But it's certainly
put you on the spot here.

What do you want?

This is a shakedown, isn't it?

'Cause you don't
have any proof.

You're not gonna dig any up.

You just have
this story

that you want me
to hear that you

pulled out of
your quiver.

And it's a good one,

but what do you want?

You want a piece of
our offshore business,

you want to pair us up
with somebody in Ukraine?

Because you can forget
about us pulling back

in the Jordan Valley.

Oh, I'm sure
I'll do plenty of business

with Dynastic Energy
in the future, Bill.

But I'd prefer to wait until
there's someone I can trust

in this office.

It won't be long.

When I first met Bill Wellstone,
he was working to open

the Tengiz pipeline
in Kazakhstan,

2001.
Even then,

he had a reputation
of hunting prey

close at hand, married or not.

You're suggesting
Joel Fitzgerald's wife

wasn't just cheating on
him with a plumber,

she'd previously had an
affair with his boss.

That's why Fitzgerald

acted the way he did
at the station--

he really didn't know
about his wife.

A cheating spouse is a
time-honored motive.

Cheating mistress,
that's more tenuous.

Fidelity cannot
be expected

if you yourself
are the other man.

Or, in this case, another man.

He could've seen her as
his soul mate, for all we know.

If you're right,
she no longer felt the same.

She reconsidered what she wanted
from an extramarital outlet,

moved on from
cuckolding her husband

to the more
visceral enjoyment

of bedding a blue-collar stud.

Enter Frank Bova.

Literally.

You think we'd be better off
starting fresh in the morning?

Men require

less sleep than women.

That's generally true.

We use more of our brains
during the day.

But I didn't think you'd assume
that applied to you.

Sherlock, you've been up since
the second day of our last case.

I'll rest easier
when I discover the moment

the sniper rifle
was smuggled into the building.

If Gagnier used an accomplice
to plant the gun,

do you really think that
person's gonna tell us something

that we can use
against Wellstone?

It's a long shot
that such a person

would know of Wellstone's
involvement.

It's a long shot that
person exists at all.

But I'm almost certain
that they do.

I've almost finished
rewinding the tape

from the moment Gagnier
entered the building to the day

that Frank Bova's
lunch routine became known.

It does not appear that he
himself set foot in the building

before the day of the attack.

But he could have shipped the
gun to someone in the building.

That would have
been extremely risky.

There was once an anthrax scare
at 46 Liberty Square.

Their mailroom
is tight as a drum.

And yet someone...

smuggled this gun
and these bullets

past the metal detectors
in the lobby.

Watson, I'm either hallucinating
from lack of REM sleep,

or that is a blade of grass.

You're not seeing things.

Would you say
that was velvet bentgrass?

That I couldn't tell you.

Velvet bentgrass, not
a particularly hearty variety.

It requires moist, fertile soil,
near constant watering.

And yet it remains a favorite

of golf course designers

throughout
the Northeast.

So maybe Gagnier was a golfer.

Him... or his accomplice.

That's you on the right,
is it not, Mr. Wellstone?

And please confirm that
you see the time there--

12:09 p.m. on the day
of the attack.

We can all see
that's Mr. Wellstone.

And I assume we all know
how to read clocks.

If you have substantive
questions, ask them.

Unless you just
wanted us to watch him

walking around
with a golf bag.

He's not playing
the back nine at Bethpage.

That's your client
smuggling

a Nemesis Takedown rifle
into 46 Liberty Square.

20 minutes later,

the sniper he hired

used the same gun
to shoot nine people.

Hold on.
You're alleging my client...

Conspiracy, murder,

and aiding and abetting.

Don't worry, we'll provide
some helpful

charging documents
when we're done here.

Someone had to
have left the gun

for Gagnier before he arrived
the day of the shooting,

only that's not what happened.

It was bold of you

to send him up there
to wait empty-handed.

Especially given
the strictures of the timeline.

But you knew you could
stroll past security

any time you wanted
with your golf buddy,

- the building's owner.
- After you wrapped up with him,

you took the elevator
up to the floor

under construction,

you met up with
your other buddy,

and you gave him

everything he needed.

Bill, don't say a word.

You do a very good job,
Mr. Adler,

but I must warn you
your client is prone

to sleeping
with his lawyer's wives.

Look, that video
doesn't prove anything.

I told you
before:

we're in the middle
of a negotiation

with Zyckner Williams.

I gave one of their guys
a gift to butter him up.

A pricey new set of clubs.

The deal we're
hammering out--

it's big.

Oh, it's quite massive,
actually.

That's one of the reasons your
adversaries at Zyckner Williams

were willing to assist us.

Helping
expose you

gives them leverage
over Dynastic Energies,

so they gave us the golf bag
without a warrant.

It's been in the office

of a vacationing partner
all this time.

The Nemesis rifle

was way too big to fit in there

with all the other clubs.

Gagnier had to disassemble it
to get it to fit.

If he hadn't,
security might have seen it.

But because he did,
he smeared gun oil

against the inside of the bag.

There were traces
that matched the rifle he used.

Zyckner Williams has possessed
that bag for how long?

Wh-Who's to say they...
Who's to say they didn't dab gun oil

inside of it
to frame your client?

You can
try that at trial,

I guess.

But you're gonna have
a lot harder time

countering
Sarah Fitzgerald's testimony.

Now that her husband
is leaving her

and you killed
her new boyfriend,

she's ready to talk
about your affair.

You thought you were angry
about the breakup.

Just wait till
she takes the stand.

Lukas.

I hope you don't mind--
I started without you

when I heard the flight
was delayed.

It's fine.

Have the place
to ourselves, I see.

So...

what's so important that you had
to cross an ocean to discuss?

Five million euros, Morland.

That's what I want you
to pay me.

I'm afraid I don't understand.

Do you think I don't really
know what's going on?

This business with your son--

do you expect me to believe
you're here to help him?

Five million euros.

Or I pay him a visit.
And I warn him of the danger.

There is no danger, Lukas.

So you won't mind
if I speak with him?

Did you know you had
a predecessor, Lukas?

At Interpol.

Another friend of mine.

Someone I could turn to
when I needed assistance.

His name
was Jasper De Clerq.

We had a long
and prosperous relationship.

Until one day, he decided

it wasn't quite
prosperous enough.

My God, Morland.

His children found him.

They were meant to.

Tell me, Lukas...
how are your daughters?

Go back to Paris.

Go back tonight.

And both of us will forget

we ever had
this conversation.

I'm sorry, Morland.
I'm very sorry.

Lukas.

Call me Mr. Holmes.

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