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Previously on Elementary:

Uh, we're here to
see Fiona Helbron,

aka Mittens.

They say autism is a spectrum,

but it's really an array
of different conditions

all lumped together.

I prefer the term
“neuroatypical.”

The day Phil was arrested,
you walked me home, we talked.

And I liked it.

Can we do it again?

I'm different, too.

From other women you've dated.

It takes a little
more work with me.

I know that
because I've heard it

from both my
previous boyfriends.

I'm a little afraid.

I'm a little afraid, too.

What?

I was just marveling
at how you were able

to sleep so soundly last night,
given the incessant sex noise.

I didn't hear any sex noise.

Through the wall
from next door.

Trent and his new lover,

putting the devil into hell
even as we speak.

We just paid to have
his entire place soundproofed.

Not well enough, apparently.

Oh, you're crazy.

Am I?

So, Trent has a new girlfriend.

You have a new girlfriend.
Why is this a problem?

'Cause it's their fourth night

of marathon activity
in the last week.

It's distracting.

Quiet is indispensable
to my process.

How do you not hear it?

Just lucky I guess.

Perhaps it entered
your mind unconsciously.

Were your dreams filled with two
flounders slapping together?

A ketchup bottle being
squeezed repeatedly

whilst a nearby walrus
issues a death rattle?

Okay, I get it.

I assure you, you do not.

Don't.
Don't what?

Mess with him.
I'm serious.

No chain saw art in the study,

no marching bands
in the library.

He's a nice guy, and we've just
convinced him to move back in.

Not promising anything.

If uprooting Trent
is the price of justice,

history will be
on our side.

Finish your coffee
and get dressed.

While you slumbered

we received a call.

Potential client
is on his way here.

Must confess,
Mr. Springer, your call

took us by surprise.

We wouldn't have expected you
to request our services.

Why? Because you put two of my
partners behind bars last month?

Not the sort of thing
that tends to win us fans.

It worked out in my favor.

So they didn't commit a murder,

so much as provide you
a murder-tunity.

Are you okay?

He'll be fine.

This is my son Brian.
He's the reason I called.

And you're right,
I don't like you.

But you're the best.

And this has nothing
to do with my firm.

Missing Persons case.

A doctor named
Vincent Bader.

No one's seen him
for six days.

That's everything the cops have.

And you came
in possession

of a police file how?

Let's just say
the firm's security team

has its share
of retired detectives.

Oh.

Pain management specialist,
he co-owns

a center near Lenox Hill.

And what's your interest in him?

Minimal.

Brian's a patient,
you'll see that in the file.

So you're a person of interest

in the doctor's
disappearance.

There was
an altercation

outside his office

two days before he went missing
and threats were overheard?

Tell them.

I never did
anything to him.

I was just mad.

The kid's never even
hit a baseball,

let alone a man.

So you're going through

prescription opioid
withdrawal, hmm?

You were seeing a pain
specialist and now you're not.

Brian's always been frail.

One injury or another his
whole life, mostly back pain.

This argument
people overheard,

Dr. Bader cut you off your meds?

No, I did. Bader's
the one that got him hooked.

Brian was trying to get
some pills from him,

despite my instructions
to the contrary.

Let's get you some tea.

Go ahead.

What?

Just going through my theories

to the origins of your son's
chronic pain.

Not that I'll ever
be able to prove it.

I remember there were
a few photographs of him

in your office.

He was very partial to wearing

long sleeves,
long trousers in warm weather.

At first I didn't
think anything of it,

but now I'm wondering
whether it was to hide bruises.

Yes.

Whatever chronic
back injury he has,

it began at your hand,
did it not?

There are two things
you should know,

Mr. Springer.

First is that I'm going
to punch you in the face.

Second... is that we'll
take your case.

♪ Elementary 4x18 ♪
Ready or Not
Original Air Date on March 27, 2016

== sync, corrected by elderman ==
@elder_man

Vince called me from his office
Thursday afternoon.

Said he was going to the gym
after work-- he has

a membership
in the city.

And then he had
a continuing ed dinner

at a restaurant in midtown.

He never made it to either.

There are two cars in the
driveway-- is one of them his?

He takes the train.

You said
you were hired

by the father of the kid

who was questioned by the cops?

My inquiries are
on the young man's behalf.

Is that all right?

It's not like he did anything.

You may be right.

In my experience,
the guilty party

rarely hires someone
to investigate.

But, if you don't
mind me asking you,

why do you think he's innocent?

For a woman who's
husband has been missing

for almost a week,
you seem rather unconcerned.

That's because
I'm not concerned-- I'm angry.

Vince isn't lying

in a ditch somewhere,
he ran off with some redhead.

Probably a patient or a nurse.

Someone he met at work.

And you think this because?

My two girlfriends

saw him buying her lunch

in the city a few weeks ago.

You know, looking over his
shoulder, the whole deal.

They said she was so skinny they
wanted to send over a steak.

I asked Vince

about it-- he wouldn't
tell me who she was.

So what else
am I supposed to think?

You mentioned none of this

when you reported him missing
to the police.

If I had, they wouldn't have
looked for him at all.

My cousin's a cop.
I know how it works.

You should still prepare
yourself for the worst.

The details of your
husband's disappearance,

and the abandonment
of his business,

they don't absolutely fit the
profile of a cheating husband.

There's another reason
I think that Vince is fine.

Let me show you.

Hmm...

So, this is meant to indicate
that your husband

didn't fall into harm's way
because it looks like

he's planning a small invasion.

Vince is a prepper.

Are you familiar with the term?

Yes, he's convinced
that society as we know it

is on the verge of collapse
and it's his duty to be ready.

I didn't care
one way or the other,

as long as he didn't
blow too much money.

Made him feel better.

Point is, Vince is

obsessed with
self-defense.

He's not someone
a mugger or a kidnapper

is going to get
a jump on.

Don't get me wrong, though.

When he turns up,
I'm going to kill him.

I don't buy it.

Vince would never
cheat on Jennifer.

He loves her.

So the alternative is that
something happened to him.

Well, that's what
I'm worried about.

But, hey, I'll be
thrilled if I'm wrong.

Please.

So you said you were
out of the office

the day he disappeared?

My girlfriend had a...
family thing

on Lake Ronkonkoma.

I took a long
weekend.

Vince and I talked on the phone
that day-- work stuff.

He seemed normal.

Julie Monahan, drug rep.

What about her?
Mrs. Bader mentioned

something about
a redhead to my partner.

Julie makes her rounds here
every month or so.

She's flirty.

With all the guys.

Female docs, too, if it works.

It's her job to be that way,
it isn't real.

I never thought Vince would
have... acted on it.

Do you mind
if I hang on to this?

Sure.

You know, you didn't need

to bring an attorney,
Ms. Monahan.

Far as we know, you're
not in any trouble.

If Vincent Bader's all right,

no crime has
been committed.

I'm going to cut you off,
Detective. You misunderstand.

Ms. Monahan didn't know
Dr. Bader was missing

until you called her.

Now that you did,

she may have information
that could help.

Whatever it is,
she's worried that

it might get her in trouble,
that's why she brought you.

Yes.

Is whatever she did

less bad than what she thinks
happened to Dr. Bader?

By about
a thousand miles.

All right,
I can't make any promises,

but if that's true, I'm sure
Ms. Monahan's cooperation

will be taken into account,

and I'd throw whatever support
I could that way.

A few weeks ago,
Vince came to me with a problem.

He had been selling narcotics

out of his practice
to drug dealers.

Oxycodone,

hydrocodone, morphine.

He tell you the dealers' names?

He told me
it started out small--

he just needed to make some
extra money on the side--

but then they kept wanting more

and they threatened
to hurt him if he stopped.

This had been
going on for months.

Then he got a notification

from the Bureau
of Narcotics Enforcement

saying that his practice
was up for an audit.

An audit?
They come to your offices

and inspect all of your
controlled substances.

They check your dispensing
records,

literally count
every pill.

If Bader was
selling pills illegally,

the count would be short.

The state would launch
a full investigation.

How short are we talking?

Over $200,000 in pills.

Vince panicked.

He asked for my help and I...

lent him enough inventory,
off the books,

so that when
the BNE came

came to do their count,

everything appeared
to be in order.

After that, he gave

the pills back to me.

He'd bought himself
the time he needed.

It would be years
before another audit,

so he could
pad his records over time

to make everything even out.

Why exactly did you help him?

Because it put him in her pocket
instead of the drug dealers.

She earned herself
a big customer for life.

After that, he swore to me

that he would
break it off with the dealers.

Whatever it took.

If Vince is missing, I have to
think those guys are involved.

Watson?

Hey, where are you?

Midtown. I stopped
by Vincent Bader's gym.

His wife said he had
his gym bag with him

the morning he disappeared.

It hasn't turned up.

I just verified for myself
that he never made it here.

It's possible he met
with foul play

between his office and here.

It's also possible that he never
intended to go to the gym.

The bag might have contained
extra clothes.

He might not fit the profile
of a cheating husband,

but he might be
a runaway husband.

Especially if he recently
broke off business

with drug traffickers.

So you got my message.

If they intended him harm,

he might be on the lam.

Any progress identifying them?

Marcus just passed Bader's
phone records on to Narcotics.

Missing Persons
already went through them,

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

maybe something will leap out.

Oh, someone's at the door.

Uh, I'll see you later.

Fiona, hi.

Uh, come on in.

Is Sherlock home?

No, he's out right now,

but he should be back
in a little bit,

if you want to wait.

Do you know how soon
he'll be here?

Uh, maybe 45 minutes.

I'll come back another time.

I prepared what I want
to say to Sherlock.

I timed it,

so I know how long
it'll take.

And if I don't know
how long it'll take,

I won't know
when I'll get back to my office

or what time
I'll finish my work,

and I won't like that.

Hey.

When did you get back?

Just arrived.

I saw the information
Marcus sent over.

Emmett Wahl.

The fruit of the
narcotic squad's labor?

Yeah. They recognized

a number on Bader's
phone records right away.

But it wasn't Wahl's--
it was his mother's.

They have a wiretap on it.

Apparently he's been
doing business

out of her place
for a while now.

He acquires product
for a pill trafficking group

called the Silver Rail.

Named after the passenger train

that runs up and down
the East Coast.

A reference to their territory?

I would say you could
ask Wahl yourself

when we talk to him,
but I wouldn't bother.

He's been calling
Bader's office every day

asking for him, including today.

So they don't know his
whereabouts any more than we do.

What is that?

Methyl mercaptan?

It's the odorant added
to natural gas

to provide its aroma.

What's it for?

Sherlock?

You honestly don't hear it?

What? Is Trent having sex again?

He's humming.

A few well-placed drops of this

is enough to simulate
a gas leak.

You explicitly said
“no loud noises.”

So evacuating him temporarily
while the city checks his home

is honoring your wishes.

What is going on with you?

This fixation on Trent,

punching Lloyd Springer
in the face?

Springer deserved
more than a punch.

Is something wrong

between you and Fiona?

Why would you ask me that?

Because she came by earlier,
wanted to talk to you,

but something about it
seemed odd.

She's neuroatypical.

Conversations with her
are often odd,

at least by the standards of
those who don't know any better.

You know that's not
what I meant.

Odd for her.

Marcus?

Hey, I thought you guys
would want to know

Vincent Bader's body turned up.

The M.E. is taking a look
right now.

The body was found

wrapped in tarp
and tied with rope.

A couple spotted it
off a path in Forest Park.

We think he was killed elsewhere
and moved there.

Looks like someone
split his head open

- with an ax.
- I agree.

Sharp, heavy-blade
wedging action.

But some other wounds

are shallow,

from an instrument
with a narrow, hooked end.

Could be multiple attackers,

different weapons.

Or one attacker

with a multi-purpose tool--

something like that.

It's a hatchet,
crowbar and hammer

all in one, and it's popular
amongst survivalists.

As are the paracord and knots
used to transport the body.

I think it's possible
Vincent Bader was not killed

over pain pills.

You think he was killed
by a fellow prepper?

The evidence
would support that.

Would be ironic,
wouldn't it?

Dr. Bader's
fixation on survival

bringing his to an end.

Our condolences on your loss.

Uh...

I never, um,

met any of the other preppers
Vince knew.

I knew he met a few
in person. Mostly...

mostly, he just talked to them
on the discussion boards.

We're gonna want to take a look
at his computer, then.

Yeah, whatever you need.

I mentioned a redheaded woman

to the consultant
who came to see me yesterday.

Yeah.
We looked into it.

They weren't having an affair.

Oh, uh, I don't know
if this is anything, but, uh,

Vince usually
handled the money.

But with him gone,
I had to look over

the banking statements
last night.

He spent $100,000 on something
a few months ago

that he never told me about.
Maybe he kept it a secret

'cause he thought
I'd be mad.

It was something called
The, uh, The Keep?

That's what Bader's
$100,000 went to.

The Keep.
The very pinnacle

in luxury doomsday bunkers.

Built inside a decommissioned
Cold War stronghold

at a secret location
just outside the city.

Owned and operated by this man.

Ronnie Wright.
Ex-Marine,

survival expert, huckster.

His sales pitch touts
not only the site's

security, but also...

the exclusivity
of its members.

It is pretty swanky.

If you're keen on spending
eternity buried alive

with a group so narcissistic
they think that

outliving humanity
is a good idea.

I'd rather melt with the masses

and get it over with,
wouldn't you?

It's not how I pictured
prepping. I mean,

when you say “survivalists,”
I see bearded guys

wearing gas masks digging holes

in their backyards
to build shelters.

That's the
garden-variety prepper.

The Keep caters
to a uniquely vile subset:

the wealthy prepper.

Along with the myriad

doomsday scenarios
that haunt ordinary preppers--

global pandemic,
nuclear holocaust,

socialist zombies
coming to eat their guns--

the wealthy ones also worry
that the poor are gonna rise up

with torches and pitchforks.

Which, one could argue,

wouldn't be the worst thing
in the world.

So, what do you think?

Does this have anything to do
with Vincent Bader's murder?

Mrs. Bader was right
about him chatting online

with other preppers,

including much discussion
about The Keep.

Dr. Bader and a few other
fortunate souls

were accepted in.

Many other preppers,
of course, were not.

Here we find an alarming amount
of death threats

from the latter to the former.

So, maybe someone
who didn't get into The Keep

got angry and then killed him.

The anger
is almost to be expected,

given the existential dread
that consumes this group.

To them,
The Keep is a life raft.

At the moment, all we
have are user handles.

But I can think of one man

who might know the name
of every single person

he ever turned away.

Sure, but if they're all
as paranoid

as you say they are,
he's not gonna just

help two police consultants.

Which is why we are not
going to approach him

as police consultants.

I asked around about your
father after you called.

I don't know how I hadn't
heard of him before.

Impressive circles
he moves in.

The ninth is his favorite
at this time of year.

I'm sorry?

My father is interested
in reserving multiple spots

in The Keep, including ones
for Watson and myself.

Glad to hear it.

We would need to vet
your selection process--

see who you let in
and who you didn't.

We would need to know
who we were

bunking with. You understand.
I do,

I totally get it, but I can't
give that information out

to non-members.
You wouldn't want me

telling the next guy
in here about you, right?

Good answer.
Once you're in,

I'll give you
every single name.

We all hope it never
comes to it,

but you could be living with
folks for a long time.

First thing's first, though--
I'll take you to the site.

Once you see it, I promise you,
you won't have any doubts.

I'm gonna need both your phones
before we go.

It's to maintain the secrecy
of the location.

Obviously you'll be given the
coordinates once you're members.

We're off the highway now.

Rail crossing.

I have feeling in my
butt, too, you know.

Mm.

I'm cataloguing the steps
on our journey out loud

to keep them clear.
It'll help me visualize

where the authorities
will find our bodies.

You don't really
think that they're...

I'd say we were
on the L.I.E. for 62 miles.

Things are quite good
between me and Fiona.

You expressed some
concern last night.

I would allow, however,

that the, uh, the mechanics
of the relationship have,

you know, left me in
something of a mood of late.

The “mechanics”?
Yeah.

We've been taking
things slow.

You haven't had sex yet.
We have not.

It's been challenging.

I've not been “exclusive”
for quite some time.

For the last few years,
sex has been, uh...

a calisthenic performed
with like-minded individuals.

I can't, of course,
commit to Fiona

and, uh, keep up
my exercise regimen,

so... it's fallen away.

Yes, it's been 47 days since
my last act of sexual congress.

That's a long time for you.

A really long time.

Yeah, well,
Fiona's... special,

so I've decided to make
a special effort.

I actually did some research
on, uh, relationships

with individuals
on the spectrum,

talked to some experts
in the field.

I... think she's worth it.

I'm proud of you.

What, I can't say that?

Right this way.

Entry system works like
a safe-deposit box.

Every member gets
his or her own key.

My associates and I
each keep a copy

of the second key
on our person

at all times.
One of us is always

within 30 minutes
of this spot.

And we're never all together
at the same time.

That way the bunker's always
secure until it's needed.

And you and I can be sure that
someone will always be here

to let us in when things
finally go sideways.

Exactly.

This was a NORAD communications
center back in the '80s.

Guaranteed
nuclear survivability.

Tested it, have you?

Never mind.
If it doesn't work,

we'll hardly be asking for
our money back, will we?

Careful going
down these stairs.

They're steep.

Welcome to The Keep.

Between those...

and the storage in back,

we've got enough
to feed 80 mouths

for four years.

Obviously, these
are all dehydrated foods.

One of our
founding members

is the chef--
if you don't like his recipes,

you can tell him at dinner.

Down there is the utility wing.

Long-term
storage.

Diesel generator.

When the grid goes down,
our lights stay on.

Ultra-low particulate
air filtration.

The Andromeda Strain could
kill everyone up there.

We'd be fine.

The infirmary
is also down there.

Fully equipped for
emergency surgery.

Antibiotics, antivirals,
iodine pills...

plus about a thousand Band-Aids.

We've also got a top surgeon
in the group.

Actually, I'm a surgeon.
Maybe I know them.

Nice try.

Come on.

I'll show you the
sleeping quarters.

This is A-Wing.

Three more wings
just like it.

Five bedrooms in each.

The game room is here.

The gym is in B,

Wine cellar, C,
the gun vault is in D.

But everyone has access
to everything.

Of course. Wouldn't want to
separate the wine from the guns.

This is the standard layout.

But... you're welcome
to bring in your own stuff,

arrange it however you like.

The bedrooms are
your own private space.

Which is more
than can be said for the cell

you're gonna find
yourself in.

But on the
bright side,

you'll be safer in prison
during a disaster than in here.

Excuse me?

You're a fraud,
and this facility

is a facade.

Your ultra-low particulate
filtration system...

is nonexistent.

The concrete walls behind the panels
are cracked from decades of neglect.

I smelled the mold
from water seepage

the moment we arrived.

Granted,
you've spared no expense

where it would impress
your marks--

the fancy furniture,
the...

...high-definition
televisions--

but anything
not immediately visible

is either missing...

...or woefully
inadequate.

So this facility's incapable
of protecting anyone

from anything.

Bet you don't even have
a generator.

What is it?

That lock plate's new.
Paint's been retouched.

Someone forced that door open,

and the concrete here
is chipped.

It's been scrubbed.

What would you say that is?

It looks like blood.

You gave me your phone.

Got a good signal-- you should
put that on your Web site.

Captain.

I just sent you our location.
Watson and I believe

we've found the site
of Dr. Bader's murder,

and the reason
he was killed.

Basically, we're looking
at two scenarios.

Both start with you
conning dozens of victims

out of millions
of dollars.

And the version you
want us to believe...

It isn't a version.
I didn't do this.

You discovered
Vincent Bader

inside your bunker
already dead.

Couldn't call the cops
without risking your scam,

so you moved the
body instead.

I know I did the wrong thing,

but that's what happened.

The other version is
you were with Bader

when he saw behind the curtain,
and for the exact same reason,

you killed him.

Let me tell you why
we like that version better.

You told our colleagues
it takes two keys

to get inside the bunker.

So, explain how Bader

got in there
without you knowing about it.

Someone broke into my office
Thursday night.

The only thing missing
was a set of keys.

That's why I went to check
on The Keep in the first place,

and that's when
I found Dr. Bader.

I don't suppose
you reported this break-in.

Well, he
couldn't, could he?

Assuming the break-in
even happened.

Your house of cards is built
on the illusion of security.

What'll your customers think
if you can't safeguard your own office?

He was killed with a hatchet.

Right?
The person who did it

would have had to swing
the hatchet

over his head.

You said

you're a doctor--
do you know about

impingement syndrome?

Inflammation of the tendons
in the rotator cuff

caused by repeated
stress. Why?

I messed up my shoulders
swimming in high school.

I couldn't have swung a hatchet
if I wanted to.

I was never in...

the Marines, okay?

They turned me down
because of my shoulders

when I tried to sign up.

You got to be able
to check that. Right?

All right, so let's say
he's telling the truth.

Bader and someone else drive
out to the bunker together,

they discover the
whole thing is fake,

so the other guy
flies off the handle.

Maybe it was someone Bader
convinced to buy into The Keep,

so he blamed Bader for
him losing his money.

Maybe, but we still
don't know what they

were doing out there
in the first place.

Check Wright's Marine story.

Make sure this
shoulder thing is real.

If it is, we got to start
combing through his other clients.

At the minimum, he's looking at
fraud and hindering prosecution.

I'm pretty sure he'll give up
that list of names now.

Apologies I don't have

any wine to offer you.
Today's a weekday.

Tomorrow's also a weekday.

I don't drink wine on weekdays.

It affects my sleep.
I've tested it.

Ah. Much as I would have.

The water is fine.

Thank you.

Uh, Watson said you stopped by.
I-I texted you...

I have something
to say.

I memorized it ahead of time...

because it's hard.

Well, I shall endeavor
not to interrupt.

You're very considerate of me.

I've noticed that.
Very careful.

It's one of the things
I liked most about you

at first.

When we first started dating,
it felt like you liked me

because I was a woman
that you liked.

It didn't matter that
I was neuroatypical.

That is...

it mattered, obviously.

But.. it also...
didn't matter to you.

And now it feels like you're
not being yourself with me.

You're being careful.
You're doing

what you think you're
supposed to do,

because I'm different.

And... that makes me feel
like a project

or a problem for you to solve.

And...

that isn't the way
I want to feel.

So...

I am...

breaking up with you.

Thank you for the water.

Marcus and I were going through
the names of Keep members,

when this one caught our eye.
Clyde Staller.

There's not much about him
online except that he made

a truckload of money
about three years ago

selling a software startup

and that he really hates
paying taxes.

Sounds just like anyone else
who'd be on this list.

What made him jump out?
I recognized

the name of his company,
Ardent Army.

Earlier today, Sherlock and I

were looking
at discussion boards

that Bader chatted on.

One of the preppers
he talked to

had the username ArdentArmy.
Bader recommended

The Keep to Staller
on that board.

And from the looks of the date
in Wright's file,

Staller bought in based on that.
So, if anyone

would be mad at Bader
over the bunkers being fake,

you figure
it's got to be this guy.

Staller loved
to rant about

how much he mistrusts
the government.

Maybe we can lure him
to do it in person.

Staller's inside.
Got here just after I did.

His skinny jeans make the
odds of a concealed firearm

quite slim.
That's good to know.

How'd it go
with Fiona?

We'll discuss it later.

Whoa, you guys have
the wrong idea.

I don't know anything
about a murder.

You'd be surprised how
many confessions start that way.

All right, you think I was mad
because The Keep was a fraud.

I knew The Keep was a fraud.

It's why I was interested
in it in the first place.

Do explain.

I'd like to get my wallet out,

show you my driver's license.
Is that okay?

Why don't I get it for you.

Yeah.

My real name is Jeff Danks.

I'm an editor
for Bunksaw.com.

You're a journalist.
Yes. I'm...

writing an exposé
on The Keep.

“'Ayn Rand Shrugged'

“by Jeff Danks.
Of course a doomsday bunker

“for the rich is a scam.

“Aren't these the guys
who insist,

'Every man for himself'?”

Clyde Staller,
tech entrepreneur,

is a persona
you created online.

Newly-minted millionaire,
no formal education.

The lack of history is a
virtue rather than a red flag.

Spout a few
of the right political views,

you can infiltrate
the prepper boards.

So how did you know?

Just good old-fashioned
research.

I started out doing a piece
on preppers.

Heard about The Keep
and started digging.

So many people fall
for cons like this

because the top secret thing
convinces them

not to look closely.
They're not supposed to know

who Wright's
military advisor is,

so they accept that they can't.

But it leaves a paper trail
when you try to buy

30,000 gallons of diesel.

It wasn't hard to confirm
that they never did.

Same goes for his stockpile
of food, the antibiotics,

his generator.

Thank you very
much, Mr. Danks.

You've been very
helpful. We need to go

to Vincent Bader's house.
Specifically,

his garage.

Imagine how much help
we could be

if you told us
what we're looking for.

Well, I'm not looking
for anything.

I'm hoping to confirm
an item's absence.

Okay, so what
are we not looking for?

As Mr. Danks ticked off
the bunker's non-inventory,

a new theory started to develop.

This is a bug-out bag.

It's the absolute essentials
that a doomsday prepper

would grab
when Armageddon

finally dawns.
This particular bag

is sold as a kit.

Included in that kit...

Is a multipurpose tool,
like the one the killer used.

Said tool is not in this bag.

We've been thinking
the tool belonged

to a different prepper.
Bader's killer.

Or, prior to the discovery
that the bunker was bare,

that it was a weapon of
opportunity found at the scene.

But Bader brought the tool
himself.

It must've been
in his gym bag.

But why? We still don't know
what he was doing there.

That's where the new theory,
courtesy of Mr. Danks, comes in.

I know why Bader went
to the bunker that night.

And with whom.

Appreciate you coming down,
Dr. Wallace.

Hope you didn't have to juggle
too many patients.

Not a problem. Anything
I can do to help.

Great. You know Ms. Watson.
This is Detective Bell

and Sherlock Holmes.
Have a seat.

Some information's come to light
about Dr. Bader's murder.

It could have an impact
on your practice,

so... we thought
you ought to know.

His wife told me
that he was killed in a...

doomsday bunker.

That another prepper killed him.

We believe that
that's what the killer

intended us to think.
Your partner

had gotten himself involved
with a group of pill traffickers

called the Silver Rail.
We have reason to think

he tried to break things off
with them but couldn't.

You think Vince was killed
by drug dealers?

We would have thought that,

except they didn't know
he was dead.

There was someone else who had reason
to kill him over his bad decisions.

You. Because of the mess
he'd gotten into

could have brought
your whole practice down.

We'd been asking ourselves
for some time

what Dr. Bader was doing
in the bunker that night.

He had a need.

He had a drug gang
breathing down his neck.

He had weathered
one government inspection,

but his luck couldn't hold out.
He needed pain pills,

and he needed lots of them.

The infirmary at The Keep should
have had them by the thousands.

Now, Dr. Bader called you
the day he was killed.

You said so yourself.
Maybe it was the first time

he told you about the mess
he was in. Maybe it wasn't.

Either way, you went down to
the bunker with him that night

to help him steal the pills.

Now, the problem was
the pills didn't exist.

So you did some quick math.

If Bader kept giving
Silver Rail pills,

he was gonna destroy
your practice.

If he stopped
and Silver Rail killed him,

the investigation
into his murder by a drug gang

was going to destroy
your practice.

Either way, he was gonna ruin
your life's work.

It wasn't fair.

But if he died down there,

the odds would fall
much more in your favor.

You didn't know Ronnie Wright.

You assumed he would not
notify the police

that a murder had happened
inside The Keep

and put his con at risk.
If there was no body found,

that was great.
If the body was found,

it pointed towards Ronnie,
that was still great.

Either way,
your practice remains unscathed.

I don't know where
you're getting any of this.

I told you,

I was with my girlfriend
and her family all weekend

on Lake Ronkonkoma.

We checked,
and that's true.

But there was about
a two-and-a-half-hour window

that night when your girlfriend
and her family

went to a movie without you.

You told them you
weren't feeling well.

That's not enough time to go
to the city and back, but...

the bunker is in Manorville,

which is much closer
to Ronkonkoma.

So if Bader came to you,
you would've had

plenty of time to help him
break into the bunker

to steal the drugs.

That's a photo
of you picking up Bader

at the Ronkonkoma train station.

As far as we know, it's the last
image of Vincent Bader alive.

Now, please,

you want to tell me again
how wrong we are?

Please, come in.

Thank you
for coming.

I know it's contrary
to your wishes.

I broke up with you, so we're
not seeing each other anymore.

But that use of the word
“seeing” is figurative.

We can still see each other.

I-I know that you appreciate
honesty and directness,

so, um,
I'll-I'll be direct with you.

I think you've misjudged me.

I say that without reproach.

I just think you should know.

You said you'd had

two serious relationships
in the past.

It might surprise you to learn
that puts you at least one,

and arguably two, ahead of me.

I had
one great romance

in my life.

One would be hard-pressed
to call her a girlfriend.

And even harder pressed to call
that relationship a success.

I never felt

the need beyond that.

Part of the reason for that

is that relationships
are hard for me.

You sensed
that I was making

an extra effort
to make things work with you.

In that, you were correct.

But you presumed that that was
because you're different.

It is not.

It is because I'm different.

And because

you are the rare woman
I have come across

for whom I believe
that extra effort is worthwhile.

So whatever
the future holds,

whether we see each other again
or not,

I wanted you to know.

Is Joan home?

No.

I requested
she give us some privacy.

Okay.
I think we should have sex now.

Do you want to have sex now?

I-I don't not want to have...

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