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Previously, on Elementary...

Murder in Paris.

French businesswoman,

Sabine Raoult,
was gunned down in the street.

The crime was never solved.

The two bullets missing
from the crime scene

ended up in my father.

Nobody at Interpol knows
what I've done.

Truly above and beyond

this time, Agent Muller.

This business with your son--

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

Did you know you had
a predecessor, Lukas?

His name was
Jasper De Clerq.

My God, Morland.

His children found him.

I think Sabine
was collateral damage.

Morland was the target.

Someone tried to kill
your father,

and he's worried
they're gonna try again.

♪ Bum, be-bum, bum, bum ♪

♪ Bum, be-bum,
bum, bum ♪

♪ Bum... ♪

I could have sworn
I had that statue removed.

Oh, dear.

I've done something new
to anger you.

It's what you didn't do.

You didn't mention
you were the target

of a failed
assassination attempt

which left a woman
named Sabine dead,

and you more empty on the inside
than you already were.

How did you find out?

Watson grew suspicious after
observing your eating habits.

I don't speak of it because
I find the matter painful.

Sabine and I were...

very close.

You also failed to mention
that whoever

was behind
the attempt is still at large,

and that you believe
another attempt is likely.

Why else would you be
banking your own blood?

By insinuating yourself
into our lives

without disclosing any of this

and without sharing
whatever intelligence you have

so that we might implement
our own precautions,

you've placed us in danger.

Well, it's nice to see
that my well-being

is essential
to your concerns as ever.

Joan's deductions
are only partly correct.

It's true someone
tried to kill me.

That should come
as no surprise.

One makes...
one's share of enemies

in my line of work.

Where she and the truth
part ways

is in the assumption
that I am presently in danger.

Banking my blood is
a precaution.

Complications from this type
of injury can flare up

years down the road.

I could be rushed
back into surgery at any time.

As for your safety
and Joan's,

the would-be assassin
has been dealt with.

It's over.

Well, you're lying,
so I'll just

have to investigate
the matter myself.

Hey!

Eyes outside.

What if they come home early?
Hey.

They ain't comin' home early,
and you know they aren't.

I know that you're supposed
to be the lookout,

so look out!

All right.

What was that?

You see something?

I saw everything.

♪ Elementary 4x10 ♪
Alma Matters
Original Air Date on January 28, 2016

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@elder_man

♪ ♪

Hey, where were you?

You left your cell pho...

What happened?

Ah, just another failed attempt

to gather information
on my father's shooting.

Okay, well,
let me help you with this.

What happened to asking

your contacts at Scotland Yard?

Scotland Yard have
been kept in the dark.

Likewise the French police.

It seems Father has
kept a tight lid

on the investigation.

So you decided to try beating

the answers out of someone?

I touched base with a contact
inside a mercenary group

that Father sometimes employs.

I had to leave
my phone at home,

because she's sensitive

about the presence
of microphones.

A woman did this to you?

A highly trained woman.

Well, it doesn't look like

she wanted
to touch base with you.

Quite the contrary.

Some of this isn't blood.

It's lipstick.

And you smell like perfume.

Were you in a fight,
or were you having sex?

The two aren't
mutually exclusive.

Anyway, I'm confident her
employers are also in the dark.

Well, while you
were sparring,

you missed a call.

I'll check my voice mail.

No need. It was
one of the counselors

at Hemdale-- Gene Winnick.

When he couldn't reach
you, he called me.

I remember him.

He's a nice bloke.

He wanted us to contact
a friend of us,

a woman who runs a halfway house
on the Lower East Side.

She thinks she has information
about a murder.

Are your residents
mostly men in recovery?

We also have a lot of parolees
who have been released

to transitional housing;
some homeless, too.

You said you knew
something about a murder.

His name was Dennis Hicks.

He was shot in his apartment
in Queens two weeks ago.

The police think
he was killed by robbers.

But you think otherwise?

Let's go to my office.

Fairbridge University--
you've heard of it?

They have ads
all over the city.

And they've been
in the news a lot lately.

Government is cracking down
on for-profit colleges,

and Fairbridge's name
comes up a lot.

They're being investigated

by the Department of Education
right now.

Long list of accusations,

including
illegal recruiting tactics.

Since federal loans make up
most of their income,

if it doesn't go their way,
they get shut down.

Dennis was a recruiter
for Fairbridge.

He was about to testify
as a whistle-blower.

That's why they killed him.

Or so you believe.

Uh, so what's your
connection to all of this

beyond Dennis Hicks
being someone you knew?

Fairbridge University owns us.

So why would a college
want to own a halfway house?

Because we're a source
of warm bodies

and social security numbers--

and that's pretty much
all they care about.

Five years ago,
we were hurting for cash.

When Fairbridge
offered to buy us,

even I thought
it was a good idea.

Turns out we let
the devil in the door.

Ever since, the school's

been aggressively
recruiting our residents.

And I'm not allowed
to do anything about it.

Um...

forgive our ignorance--
my partner and I tend

to think of higher education
as being a good thing,

so what is so bad
about people

who are trying
to turn their lives around

going to college?

If they were getting
a real education

and if there was
real financial support for them,

I'd be all for it.

But with this,
they're flat-out lied to.

Recruiters promise degrees

that the school
doesn't even offer,

and help with job placement
that they never give.

They'll say anything
to get people to sign

on the dotted line.
And in this case,

the dotted lines are
on student loan applications.

The school gets its money,
and when my guys get out

or drop out, they're
just as unemployable as ever,

only now they're buried in debt.

And whatever money they do make
is seized by collectors.

And we all know
how helpful that is

when you're trying
to get your life

back on track.

I've assembled a list of cases

that I'm presenting
to the D.O.E.

Vulnerable people

who I promised to help

who have been criminally
deceived by Fairbridge.

Now, I've talked
to the police,

but they just think
I'm crazy.

A good man's been murdered.

So... what do you say?

Will you look into it?

It says here Dennis Hicks
lived in Astoria.

That's the 116.

We could reach out
to whoever caught the case,

at least see where it stands.

Assuming there's
a case left to see.

Crime scene's two weeks old.

Body's probably
in the ground already.

Ooh.

You remember Lukas Muller,
the, uh, Interpol agent?

Sure.

He got us information
on that Swiss bank account

a few weeks ago.
My father pays him

for such help-- now, if he
was in the old man's pocket

two years ago, stands to reason
he was asked to investigate

the shooting which cost
Sabine Raoult her life.

Well, you're assuming
there was an investigation.

Your father may know
exactly who came after him.

And then discreetly

handled the matter himself? No.

He was lying when he said
the matter was resolved.

Anyway, I reached out to Muller
several times; no response.

But my contact
at Interpol's New York office

has just told me
he's in town for a conference.

So while
I'm looking into this,

are you gonna fight Muller
or are you gonna sleep with him?

You get any pushback at the 116,

just remind their lieutenant
that he owes me.

I helped get his two-timing
son-in-law deported.

Body was found
on the floor over there.

Three rounds
from a nine-millimeter.

Looks like the intruders
took the stereo, Xbox...

some things off the counter.

Apartment's paid up
for the month,

so the landlord gave the family
time to clean it out.

I got to ask:
why does Major Crimes

need a consultant
to go over all this?

I'm not checking your work.

A friend of the victim
asked us to take a look.

You might have spoken
to her-- Lily Cooper.

The one who thinks Mr. Hick''
employers had him killed?

And the five other homes that
were broken into that night,

they do all that as... cover?

All the break-ins happen
between here and 30th Avenue,

all within a couple of hours.

And there were no witnesses?

The crew that did it got
in and out of the other spots

without running into
any residents-- Hicks was...

unlucky.

I think you're right.

Not about Hicks
being unlucky...

but about the killer not staging
the five other break-ins.

I don't think what happened here
was connected to those.

Look at the last names
of all the other families.

They're all Russian.

There's a lot of Russians
in this neighborhood.

Yes. But if you exclude Hicks,

the crew hit only Russians.

There's a
Russian Orthodox church

just a few blocks away.

And the night of the break-ins

was also the Eve
of the Epiphany.

The what?
If the thieves had

an association with the church,
they would have known

which families were
attending services that night.

That would explain

how they only broke
into homes that were empty.

That's one of the homes
that was hit, right?

Yeah.

And that apartment
and this one

can look right
into each other.

And according to this,

they didn't take very much
from that one.

Maybe because they
left in a hurry.

Because they heard gunshots
coming from over here

and figured... the police
were on their way.

Nobody from that building
saw the shooter coming or going,

but maybe the thieves did.

♪ ♪

You remember me.

I have nothing to say to you.

Please leave me alone.

I anticipated you
having reservations

about me approaching you
in public-- it might expose

your arrangement
with my father.

That's why I chose

so private a setting.

Don't worry
about the cameras.

I disabled them
a short while ago.

As you may be aware,
there was an attempt on his life

just under two years ago--
I'm trying to ascertain

to what degree the matter
was investigated.

I imagine you are.

Trying to figure out
how much he knows?

I've given up asking
what he knows,

so I'm asking what you know.

Ask someone else.

Mr. Muller, I have friends
here that my father

may be placing in danger.

What is your game?

My "game"?

On second thought,
I don't want to know.

I have a family.

I have a wife.

You and your father
can both go to hell.

Every family
whose home was hit

had RSVP'd to a dinner
that night at the church.

So we looked at
who had access to those RSVPs.

Turns out the leader
of your little gang-- Roland--

he works for the caterer.

He also had a record,
so we started with him.

He gave the rest
of you up.

He's not "the leader."

No? That's funny--
he definitely described you

as a minor player.

No, seriously--
you should be thanking him.

The only reason

you're sitting here
talking to us,

the only reason the DA

is offering you
a deal and not him,

is that he said you were the one
keeping watch out the window.

See, we're a lot
more interested

in the homicide
you saw across the street

than we are in you.

So Roland would do
more time than me?

Guaranteed.

I was looking
out the window.

There was
a scary looking guy--

shaved head, Hispanic, tattoos.

Had his gun out like this.

And the other guy's
begging for his life.

And he just plugs him
full of bullets. Pop! Pop!

- Pop!
- Okay, first let's get

your hand out of my face.

Then let's back up...
Hey. That lead on the witness

paid off-- he's giving Marcus
a statement right now.

After this, we'll have him
sit down with a sketch artist.

Where are you?

I've returned
to Lily Cooper's office

at the halfway house.

Oh. So once we have a sketch,
I'll forward it to you.

Maybe Lily can identify the guy.

That sketch might be
more important than ever.

Lily won't be
identifying anyone.

I'm here
because one of the detectives

found my card on her desk.

She's been strangled.

Lily Cooper had
a locked strongbox

bolted inside her desk.

It's where her staff
kept contraband

they confiscated from residents.

Staffer who discovered the body
found it like that.

Whoever killed
Lily wanted it to look

like it was over
the contents of the box.

And you don't buy it?

When Sherlock and I went
to see her yesterday,

she showed us
a file of case histories

she was about to present
to the D.O.E.

When Sherlock went
back to her office,

the file was gone.

She thought that
Dennis Hicks was murdered

because he was cooperating
in a case

against Fairbridge University--
we think

she may have been killed
for the same reason.

And Holmes? Where's he?

He's dealing
with a family thing.

You don't want to know.

So what now?

I take it you have something

more specific in mind
than "arrest a college."

Well, we have
a finest message out

with the sketch of
Dennis Hicks's shooter,

and detectives
are re-canvassing both scenes.

We'll see if anyone
recognizes the face.

Even though we're pretty sure
he's just a hired gun.

Fairbridge's hired gun?

Well, this is the CEO
of Fairbridge University,

Wilson Trager--
he is the university.

It's privately owned
by him.

No one stands to lose more

if the D.O.E. rules
against them.

Then I guess I know
your next stop.

Detective Bell.

Miss Watson.

Wilson Trager.
Yeah, thanks for seeing us.

Of course.
I assume you're here

because of the murder that took
place a couple of weeks ago.

The poor guy who works
in the call center or something?

His name was

Dennis Hicks--
he was VP of Recruiting.

Right. Sure.

Actually,

two of your employees
have been murdered.

A woman named Lily Cooper
was killed yesterday.

She was the director
of East River Hope House,

which you own.

Oh, my God, that's... terrible.

We're thinking
there's a connection.

We were hoping we could ask you
a few questions?

Actually,
Mr. Trager was just leaving

for an important meeting.

It can't be rescheduled.

I'm so sorry.

But I've asked Josh and Bill

to help you in any way they can.

Two people now?

I want to know everything.

And, uh...

you know, remind me

to send something
to the families.

Thank you for everything
that you're doing.

Yes, Mr. Trager, we...
Uh, we can

answer your questions.
Please,

right this way.

Can we hang on to this?

We'll show it to Mr. Trager

and obviously let you know
if it sparks anything.

Again, we were hoping
to put our questions

to Mr. Trager ourselves.

And why would that
be necessary?

Because we're trying

to solve two murders,

and both victims were assisting

a D.O.E. investigation
that could cost him millions.

We...
Wait.

So... in so many words,

you came here
to accuse Mr. Trager

of hiring an assassin?

"Accuse" is a strong word
at this stage.

But you're hardly here
for a friendly chat.

And you wonder why you're
talking to us instead of him.

Does he have
something to hide?

We'll ask Mr. Trager if he knows

anything about either
of the victims.

Though based on what we
all just saw in the lobby,

I'd say he barely knew
they existed.

As for the D.O.E.
investigation,

we've got it handled,
I promise you.

But look, uh... you heard
Mr. Trager tell us

to help you in any way we can--
we'll give you full access

to his secretarial staff,
his date book, his computer.

You find any evidence
that he or anyone else here

hired an assassin,
more power to you.

Lukas Muller is in New York.

I paid him a visit yesterday.

Why would you...

I was surprised,
and indeed confused,

by the way that he treated me.

During our one
prior interaction,

I had noticed a baseline
nervousness to the man,

but that could be written off
to circumstance.

He was, after all,
sharing secrets

which could have cost him
his job.

I'm the son of the man
who lines his pockets,

so yesterday I expected him
to treat me as a friend.

Instead, he treated me
like an enemy.

More precisely,
a threat.

I know, Father.

Know what?

Why you never mentioned
your brush with death.

Why you never asked me,

the finest detective you know,
for assistance.

You believe that I'm the man
who tried to kill you.

It's made me wonder

why you...
really came to New York.

Were you just following up
on your suspicions,

or did you intend to do me harm?

I did, at one time, suspect you.

But I've long since
moved off the notion.

I'm satisfied that
you weren't involved.

Though Muller,
apparently, is not.

You and I have had
our differences...

to put it mildly...

but I've always thought
that at the very least

you knew the content
of my character.

If you don't know,
without question,

that I'm not a killer...

then there really is no
foundation for us to build on.

This...

experiment of ours
has reached its end.

If for no other reason than to
preserve my safety and Watson's.

I do hope you'll agree.

Oh. And if you have
any lingering doubts,

here's how you can be certain

I'm not the one
who tried to kill you.

You're alive.

Hey, I didn't you were back.

I was down in my office.

That's the honey we got for
your father when he comes over.

So it is.

I guess that means
the conversation went poorly.

I was right-- two years ago
he thought I was behind

his near murder.
And now?

Now, according to him,
I am a former suspect;

I'm not at the center
of an elaborate revenge plot.

You believe him?
I do.

But I also think
I was right two weeks ago.

The matter's not resolved.

The culprit is still at large.

The good news is,

we need no longer fear about
being in Father's proximity,

because we will no longer be
in his proximity.

I'm sorry.

Don't be sorry.
He and I have gone years

without talking in the past;
it's an arrangement that works.

Any luck,
we'll be returning to it soon.

How went your meeting
with Wilson Trager?

It's hard to say.

It was more of a non-meeting
than a meeting.

He blew past us
and stuck us

with a couple of lawyers,
and then

they gave us full access
to his life.

Bank and travel records,
e-mails...

Suggests confidence
we will find nothing.

Well, I've been going
through all of it.

So far, no mysterious
wire transfers

or secret liaisons with hit men.

But that's assuming that Trager
paid for everything himself.

If he used
the college's money,

it could take years
to find the trail.

You're on speaker.

That sketch
we've been showing around--

some of the staff
at Lily Cooper's halfway house

I.D.'d the guy-- Victor Nieves.

He's an ex-con.
He lived there a few years ago.

His parole officer had
a current address on file.

We know
he's armed and dangerous.

ESU is rolling now.
Marcus is with them.

I'll let you know
if we find anything.

I already told you.

I don't know where Victor is.

All right, well, when was
the last time you saw him?

I don't know.

Two days ago, maybe three?

Mrs. Nieves,

it was raining earlier today,
and those boots are still wet.

Someone other than your husband
leave them here?

Please.

He's a good man.

Don't hurt him.

Hey, believe me,

we'd all rather
keep things peaceful.

But I'm not gonna lie to you.

Your husband's in trouble,
and we have to find him,

so the best thing you can do
is help us bring him in.

You have any idea
where he would have gone?

Hey. What's your name?

Mayra.

Mayra?

Castle Kingdom--
I know that place.

My brother and I
used to go there.

You go with your folks?

What happened there?

I fell.

You fell at the park?

Uh-huh.

That's no fun.

Here, let me fix that for you.

That look more than
a day old to you?

Mayra, when were you
at the park?

Gregson.

Yeah, it's me.

Nieves's little girl
just alibied him

for the second murder--
looks like the whole family was

at an amusement park in South
Jersey yesterday until dark.

The wife won't say either way,

but I found a time stamp receipt
in the trash.

I'm reaching out to the park

to see if they
can pull surveillance.

If the story checks out,
there's no way

Nieves could've killed
Lily Cooper.

That's pretty damn interesting.

How so?

I was about to call you.

Victor Nieves
just showed up here.

Turned himself in.

He just confessed
to both murders.

Hi.

This took some finding on
the part of Lily Cooper's staff,

but, uh... when I explained
what it was for, they obliged.

That supposed
to make me crack?

I already said I killed her.

It's you people
who don't believe it.

Oh, no, we know
you didn't kill her.

We've already established that
at the time of her murder

you were spinning
in an oversized teacup

with your little girl.

No, this photograph's not
for you, it's for me.

I've never been a fan
of cutting deals.

Plea bargains,
reduced sentences, mm-mm.

I think they're
a necessary evil,

a dilution of justice.

I'm especially displeased
when they help murderers.

And I do believe
that you're a murderer.

The ballistics on the weapon

that you surrendered
match the slugs

pulled from Dennis Hicks.

So...

I don't want to help you.

Mm-mm.

But...

she believed
that you were deserving

of other people's help.

She was an exemplary
human being.

So, as I sit here and I've got
to try and persuade you

to give up Wilson Trager
in exchange for a deal...

it just, you know...

helps me to remember her.

Wilson who?

In your parole record,
it seems like you were trying

to walk the straight and narrow
after your release from prison.

You completed
your high school diploma,

you held a steady job,

you enrolled at Fairbridge
to study computers...

took out a student loan
for that. Yep.

How much did you owe?

75 grand.

How much did Trager offer you
to murder Dennis Hicks?

Hicks was my recruiter,
remember?

He talked me
into going to Fairbridge.

Fed me a bunch of lies.

I killed him on my own.

You also confessed

to Lily Cooper's strangulation
on your own?

Trager...

paid you to kill Dennis Hicks,

and then he paid you again

to take the fall for
Lily Cooper's strangulation.

Now, assuming that
he contracted that out as well,

you're not only protecting him,

but you're protecting the person
who actually killed her.

Why?

'Cause I'm sure that guy
didn't have no choice, either.

Why on earth
would you think that?

Oh.

Until last night,

we were assuming Wilson Trager
only hired one killer.

But when Victor Nieves'
confession to the murder

of Lily Cooper
was punctured, we realized

that there had to be two.

Do you think
he's part of a team?

More likely a collection

of individuals
with similar problems.

He seemed convinced

he understood the second
killer's circumstances.

Why? Because he believes their
circumstances to be the same.

We've been
through Trager's life

with a fine-tooth comb.

Now, this guy doesn't have

conventional criminal ties,
yet he managed to hire

two different killers
in two weeks.

It's possible
Nieves knows

the identity
of Lily Cooper's murderer,

but I think it's more likely
that he intuitively understood

where Trager found
his second killer.

He's getting them
from his own student rolls.

His perch

atop a for-profit college
gives him access

to a unique list: individuals
who sought to improve

their lot in life-- many of them
with criminal records--

who now, thanks to him,

are buckling under student loans
they cannot repay.

This makes them ripe
for manipulation.

We started wondering,
maybe these two murders

weren't the only times
he solved his problems this way,

so we looked
for other suspicious incidents

in his past.

About a year ago,
the college's main campus

was being fined
for safety violations.

The whole thing got dropped

because of a fire in
the building inspector's office.

All the inspection records
were lost,

and the city had to start again.

A year before that,
Trager wanted to buy

a co-op on Central Park South.

For whatever reason, the board
was about to reject him--

until a swing vote was injured
in a hit-and-run.

She resigned her spot, 'cause
she could no longer fulfill

her duties, and the vote went

- Trager's way.
- Now, if this guy

isn't behind it all, he is
the luckiest innocent bystander

in history.
All right, say you're right,

say the guy's a gangster,
so how do we prove it?

Victor Nieves
isn't gonna help us.

Well, now that we know
what we're looking for,

we can try and identify
other people

that Trager coerced.

Look through
the school's past students

for people who fit the bill:

ex-cons who defaulted
on their loans.

Nieves's priors
were for burglary,

so we're thinking Trager
may have chosen people

based on their skills--
an arsonist for the office fire,

a wheelman
for the hit-and-run.

Nieves won't flip;
maybe someone else will.

Fairbridge University
has got to have what,

20,000 students?

That's got to be hundreds
of ex-cons a year.

You think we're looking
for a needle in a haystack.

We are. Or at least
Watson and Marcus are.

What are you gonna do?

Well, I've always found
the best way

to come at a haystack
is with a pitchfork.

I'll see you on the tee
at 7:00 a.m.

You know, I imagined

you'd be the sort
to have a private entrance,

and I'm not disappointed.

Who are you?

Uh, I-I mean you
no physical harm.

My name is Sherlock Holmes.

I'm a consulting detective.

I believe you brushed off
my partner and her colleague

in the lobby yesterday.

Did their feelings get hurt,
so they sent you?

No one sent me.

I've missed the opportunity
to look you in the eye myself,

and I thought it was time
to rectify that.

Got it.

Drink?

So...

lay it on me.

Come on, I could've yelled
for security

the moment I saw you,
but I didn't.

Humor me.

What do you see?

I see very much
what I expected to see.

A psychopath
with no real human connections,

except for the façades
he maintains for convenience.

A vampire of sorts,

but instead of blood,
you feed on hopes and dreams.

Do one I haven't been called.

Very well.

You're a double destroyer
of lives.

Once when you wrote people
into debt,

and then again
when you used that debt

to leverage them
into doing your bidding.

Well, I haven't heard that one.

Look, I'm doing

what guys like me
have been doing

since the beginning of time.

Promising people
on that side of the wall

that what I'm selling
will help them get

to this side of the wall.

Why do you care so much?

Wha-wha-what's it to you?

Oh, two people are dead.

That's what it is to me.

I heard somebody confessed
to those killings.

His name is Victor Nieves.

And you'll be hearing his name
at your trial,

because you hired him
to commit one murder

and then take the blame
for another.

Oh, wait, so you,

you think that I wanted
Dennis Hicks murdered

because he was a whistleblower.

Okay, but Lily Cooper?

Why on earth
would I want to hurt her?

She was gathering evidence

to present
to the Department of Education,

a file with a list
of individuals

that Fairbridge University
had deceived.

Ah.

Okay, those guys you just
saw me say goodbye to?

Lead counsel for the D.O.E.

We just shook hands

on a deal that's been
in the works for a week.

Pay a fine,
support some guidelines

they want to enforce,

and that'll be that.

It amounts to nothing.

So whatever sob story

that woman would present, I,
I didn't care.

I've known this investigation's
going away for days.

I'm sure you'll be
able to confirm that.

Obviously, you, uh,

you know the way out.

Oh, you're back.

Fairbridge University
decided to stop cooperating.

So Marcus and I have been

getting help from the D.O.E.

We've been
comparing registration

and student loan records

against their
department's databases.

It's gonna take some time.

Oh, how'd it go

with the haystack?

Trager left me
questioning his motive

for having Lily Cooper killed,

but I'm as convinced as ever
that he did have her killed.

Other than that,
one of his diplomas is fake,

and he's a hunter,
so his lack of empathy

extends beyond bipeds.

Expecting someone?

No.

Perhaps I goaded Trager
into sending another assassin.

Seriously?

Look on the bright side--
if one of us survives,

we'll have identified
another needle.

It was true.

What you said before.

I should never have

suspected my own son.

I do know you.

But in my defense,
it was not without reason.

I-I'd like to think
that we had grown

a little closer
these last months to,

to understanding one another
a little better.

Well...

you remember where we were
two years ago.

Not to mention
the decades before.

My investigators

located a Paris cabbie,

who identified you to a tee.

He said he had you as a fare

in the vicinity
on the night of the attack.

You were living
in London at the time,

so it seemed plausible.

Yeah.

Uh, do you think
I would've been as careless

as to allow a witness
to identify me?

Eventually I asked myself
that very question,

and I concluded
that it was more likely

that he'd been bribed
to throw us off.

Since recanted his tale, has he?

He's proved impossible
to find again.

Now whether this means
that he is dead

or simply vanished,
I, I can't say.

But I urged my people
to move off you

as a suspect, nonetheless.

Mm-hmm.

Lukas Muller just failed
to get that memo, did he?

Lukas never believed that
I'd stopped suspecting you.

He was convinced
it was just my way of,

of sending the eyes
of the law elsewhere,

while I dealt with you myself.

And recently he threatened
to tell you as much.

Right, so then you
threatened him back.

That's why he was
so afraid of me?

It happened that my previous

Interpol contact was murdered.

An agent called Jasper De Clerq.

I told Lukas
I was behind it.

But you weren't.

No.

Uh, you'll understand if I find
your word on the matter

less than reliable?

Well, I hope you'll
take my word on this.

As soon as I stopped
considering you as a suspect,

I realized how terrible it was
that I ever had.

When I heard
about your relapse,

I decided to arrange
an extended stay in New York.

That it was time

to make things right
between us.

And that was always
my only reason for coming.

You've made it clear

you'd like me
to return to London.

And so I shall.

I just wanted you to know.

Are these candidates
for your potential pool

of Wilson Trager's
problem solvers?

Call it a first swing.

I focused on people
who live locally

with criminal records that match
the skills that Trager needed.

Fairbridge students
who defaulted on their loans.

Each packet contains everything
we've gathered for that person.

Rap sheets, parole records,
loan histories from the D.O.E.

I thought we could
look through them,

and then just
narrow them down from here.

You included Victor Nieves,
I see.

Yeah, he's the only person

that we know for sure.

So I used him as a model
for the profile.

I imagine the file

that disappeared
from Lily Cooper's office

contained many
of these same faces.

Perhaps even Victor Nieves.

It's ironic.

If we're right,

Lily and Trager would've used
much of the same criteria.

One of them to help people.

And the other to exploit them.

Hmm.

Plaid is nice.

Sudden urge to buy a throw?

It's not plaid.

It's tartan.

And I think
this might be the key

to bringing down Wilson Trager.

Projected demand

over the next five years
has us outgrowing

several of
our satellite campuses.

We're scouting
existing facilities.

But at least one or two will
have to be new construction.

What the hell is that?

Uh, that's one of mine.

Yeah, um,

your calendar
mentioned this meeting,

so I took the liberty
of preparing my own slideshow.

It's gonna be much
more illuminating, I promise.

Yeah, uh, may I?

Thanks, thank you.

Yes, the face before you
is Claudette Bailey.

Fairbridge University,
class of 2012.

Before that,

she did 31 months for fraud

and destruction of property.

When you sent her

to set fire to the city
building inspector's office,

she posed as one
of the cleaning crew

and disguised her accelerant
as flood cleaner.

When I sent her?

I've no idea who that woman is.

This is Joseph DeLuca.

He ran over a board member
in your co-op for you.

All right, everyone out.

I'm having you thrown
out for trespassing.

Oh, security already knows
that we're here.

Detective Bell is showing them
our warrant as we speak.

We just didn't... we just
didn't feel like waiting.

We thought that your staff
deserved to know who

they're working for ASAP.

Victor Nieves.

We've spoken about him,

of course, but now you have
a face to put to the name.

Boyd Erlich,
who at your instructions,

strangled Lily Cooper
with his bare hands.

All right, this is,
this is wonderful theater.

Your imagination
is running wild.

But I can't be connected
to any of these people.

You're wrong about that.

We figured out
how you've been choosing them.

Or more accurately, who has
been choosing them for you.

The collections agent
who was assigned their loans.

Yesterday, in your office,

I noticed a photograph of you

hunting in Scotland.

I recognized the tartan
worn by your companion

as belonging
to the Mackmain clan.

And judging by the structure
of his facial features,

I took him to be
a relative of your wife.

Later on, I noticed
in Victor Nieves'

loan history that
his collection agent's name

was Bradley Mackmain.

Not a terribly common name,
but it was enough

of a coincidence
to merit our attention.

So we checked,
and Bradley Mackmain

is your wife's nephew.
He picked the people

to coerce based
on your instructions.

That's why there was never a
paper trail leading back to you.

You said that we were wrong

about why Lily Cooper
was murdered.

And you spoke the truth.

It wasn't that
her case file would be

so damning
in front of the D.O.E.

It was that she had
included Victor Nieves,

and noticed
that his defaulted loan

had suddenly started
being paid again.

And Lily genuinely
cared about Victor.

She was worried that he'd gone
back to committing robberies.

So she started
hounding him for answers.

And then she called
Mackmain to confirm

the information was correct,
but she wouldn't let it go.

And she was getting too close.

How do we know all this?

The police had
a pointed conversation

with Bradley Mackmain.

He seemed remarkably eager
to testify against you

in exchange for a deal.

Wilson Trager?

You're under arrest
for the murder of Dennis Hicks

and Lily Cooper.

I was gonna order takeout.

Do you have any preferences?

Oh, I didn't realize
someone else was here.

I wasn't.

I take it that was your friend
from the mercenary group?

You guys went another round?

I needed some information,
and she was able to provide it.

Quid pro quo was in order.

Uh, feel free
to eat without me.

There's somewhere
I need to be.

Sherlock?

Don't get the wrong idea.

I'm not here to stop you
or anything.

I just came here
to give you this.

I did some digging

into the murder
of Jasper De Clerq.

Don't look surprised.

I was quite clear about
my mistrust of your explanation.

And as it turns out,
what you told me

about the murder
of Jasper De Clerq

was not entirely true.

I assure you it was.

You said you had nothing
to do with De Clerq's death.

In point of fact,
De Clerq's death

had everything to do with you.

In there,
you'll find De Clerq's

travel and phone records
in the weeks

leading up to the shooting.

You notice anything about them?

Well...

Tokyo for four days.

Then Riyadh.

Then back to London.

He was everywhere I was.

He was spying on you.

In all likelihood,

keeping his eyes open
for a vulnerable moment.

The timing of De Clerq's murder,

just as your investigation into
the shooting was heating up,

suggests he was killed
to tie up a loose end.

Whoever killed Sabine
and tried to kill me,

De Clerq was working for them.

It's a new clue.

Thank you, son.

You said you were
deliberately fed a false lead

to cast suspicion on me.

That is an affront
to my reputation.

An offense which I cannot abide.

You stay, go--

I don't care.

But either way,

I'm gonna find and stop
whoever tried to kill you.

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