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Previously on Elementary...

I have a daughter, Chivonne.

When I was in Great Meadow
I wrote letters,

birthday cards,
that sort of thing.

And then my letters to Chivonne
started coming back unopened.

I know he's a criminal.

He was a criminal.

And now he's
just cured?

He's ready to be
a father to Chivonne?

Look, before you talk
to her, I think...

I'm not going to talk to her.

I want her in my life,
I have to earn it.

♪ And everyone else I know... ♪

Here you go.

You can relax now.

I promise no one followed you
and no one's watching you.

I guess this whole undercover
thing got me on edge.

Well, I can't imagine why.

So how are things going
with Detective Guzman?

Good, I think.

He says I'm giving him
some good stuff.

Did he give you an ETA on when
you're gonna move on the gang?

Above my pay grade.

Guzman says when it's time,

I'll be the first to know.

I got a text from my
daughter last night.

Chivonne?

I guess her auntie

finally told her I was out.

She wants to see me.

What'd you tell her?

I told her yes.

Okay, Doc, you can say it.

Look, I know that
she's the reason

why you're doing this,

that you want to be someone
that she can look up to.

But seeing her right now

could be really dangerous
for both of you.

I know, but she asked to see me.

After all this time,
she came to me.

If I turn her down,
I might not get a second chance.

Just be careful.

Always.

Hello, olá, and Eoh, wasseo,
gamers and gamerettes.

It's O.G. Pwnzr coming to you
live from New York City

- with your daily dose of...
- knowledge.

Today I'm gonna introduce you
to the newest champion

for Skystrike Titans,
Vadrus Typhon.

He is a complete badass,

which is why all you rug rats
are gonna pay big bucks

for this upgrade,
so you can do this...

"But how do I execute
that combo?" you ask...

Okay, admit it,
this guy's hilarious.

He's old. He's got to be,
like, 30.

Yeah, but, like,
that's the whole point.

He's been playing forever,
so he knows all the tricks.

He's gonna be at the VGU Open
this weekend.

I'm gonna play him.
I'm gonna kick his ass.

I can't believe you're wasting
an entire weekend

playing video games

with sweaty nerdcore dweebs.

Not all of them are dweebs.

Challenge Uncle O.G.,
but be warned--

you will be wrecked.

There will be pwnage.

Okay, kids,
don't try this at home.

What the hell?
Was that real?

Wait, did somebody hit him?

Yes, ma'am, we'll...
we'll look into it.

Thanks.

Hey, Marcus, my
niece just called.

She was watching some
live video online,

and she thinks she saw
this guy get assaulted.

She's worried he
might be dead.

A guy who uses
the name "O.G. Pwnzr"?

Yeah. Yeah, that's him.

She's not the only one.

911's ringing off the hook.

Apparently he was some sort
of online celebrity.

Whatever happened,
it went viral.

Look at the number
of viewers.

30,000 people
have seen this?

Only no one knows
the guy's real name

or where he was in New York
when this happened.

If he's dead, there's
a murder scene out there,

and no way to find it.

♪ Elementary 5x14 ♪
Rekt in Real Life
Original Air Date on February 19,

== sync, corrected by elderman ==
@elder_man

Hey.
Hey. No Sherlock?

He wasn't there when
I woke up this morning.

I texted him, but
I haven't heard back.

So do we know any more
about the victim?

This is just what we were
able to dig up online.

Still don't know where
the attack took place,

or if he's alive or dead.

We do know that "O.G."
is a pseudonym,

and that he's good at keeping
his real name private.

The company that hosts
his live stream

does all their business
with him through a DBA,

so we subpoenaed the IRS
to pull ownership records,

but they're taking
their time, as usual.

Mm. Are you sure
he was in New York?

He said he was. He was supposed
to appear at a tournament

this weekend
at the Javits Center.

If you want the latest,
you should join the captain.

He's about to get a briefing.

From who,
the computer crime squad?

His niece.

He live-streams pretty
much every day.

I mean, he covers a bunch
of different games,

but I mostly watch
the Skystrike Titans ones.

And he makes a living at this?

Well, people donate money
if they like the stream.

Plus, he has sponsors.

He says he makes
even more doing this

than he did when
he was a pro gamer.

A professional
video game player.

It's a big thing,
though, Uncle Tommy.

I mean, these games make,
like, billions of dollars.

There are hundreds of millions
of players all over the world.

There are
corporate-sponsored teams,

tournaments with
million-dollar prizes.

They call it
"eSports," right?

O.G. was a pro--
one of the first.

But it's hard for older players
to stay on top.

You know, their
reflexes slow down,

they get this thing
with their thumbs

where it locks from doing
the same motion

over and over and over.

Stenosing tenosynovitis.

It's a repetitive
stress injury.

That's what O.G. got,

so he switched from playing
tournaments to streaming.

He also worked as
a scout and an agent,

so he would find
the best new players

and then help them
negotiate their deals

with the
corporate teams.

So O.G. was acting as an agent

in a brand-new sport with
no real regulation or oversight.

How much are these deals worth?

Tons. Millions.

I mean, they say
it can get pretty crazy

when two teams compete
over a hot new player.

Do you think that's why
O.G. was attacked?

Oh. Excuse me, would you?

Hey, where are you?

Where are you?

The precinct. The captain
wanted to talk about...

The violent assault
of one O.G. Pwnzr

during a live
video stream, perhaps?

You heard about it.

An associate sent me video of
the attack just moments after.

He was concerned that O.G.
might require

medical assistance.

So I began investigating
right away.

And?

I noticed an odd pattern
of lights

in the corner of the video.

I realized it was
two different billboards

flashing outside O.G.'s window.

I spent the last few hours
stalking midtown,

searching for a location

which faced two such billboards
at the right angles.

My search was a success.

You found the crime scene?

That's the good news.

The bad news is

medical assistance
won't be required.

So, as we know
from the live stream,

the assailant,
likely a male

with significant
upper-body strength,

pistol-whipped O.G.,

then smashed the camera,
ending the stream.

He then secures O.G.
to the chair,

using computer cables,

and continued to beat him.

So either someone really,
really didn't like the guy,

or they wanted information
from him.

These bruises would have taken
at least 30 minutes to develop.

Implying that,
for reasons unknown,

the killer paused his attack
for half an hour

before delivering a final,
fatal series of blows.

Well, these head wounds
aren't consistent

with the butt of a gun.

They are not.

They were inflicted with

a pointed metal object,
perhaps a hammer claw

or garden trowel.

Well, whatever it was,

the killer took it with him
when he left.

Who brings a gun
and a garden tool

to commit a murder?

Hopefully, this might
provide some insight.

I resisted the temptation
to examine it

before I could establish
proper chain of custody.

You think it was
the victim's?

There's one way
to find out.

Retina lock can still be
triggered hours after death.

Ain't technology grand?

O.G.'s real name is
Owen Tuchman,

and he's involved in at least
one dispute via text.

"Do not cross me.

Stay the hell
away from Tendu."

Whatever that means.

"Back off, or
I'll destroy you."

These are all from
someone named Joey Ng.

He's in contacts.

Joey Ng of
ProFine Peripherals.

Address in Williamsburg.

Who's up for a drive?

Chivonne.

I know you?

I'm your...

I'm Shinwell.

You said you want
to talk?

It's okay, guys.
Catch you later.

You don't look like I remember.

You, neither.

What are you doing here?

I texted you this morning; I
said I'll meet you after school.

They don't let us have
our phones during school hours.

I'm sorry, I didn't know.

If you're not ready
for this, then...

It's okay.

The truth is...

...I'm in trouble,
and I need your help.

Yeah, I sent those texts,

but I didn't mean
anything by them.

"Back off
or I'll destroy you."

Three exclamation points.

Well, I admit that was
a little over the top.

Hey, guys, come on, focus.

Don't worry
about this, okay?

We got a tournament
coming up. Let's go!

When we came here,
we were under the impression

that this was your residence.

Oh, it's a team house;
that's how we do it in eSports.

I own the place,
and the team lives here

so that they can practice
together all day.

Yeah, we give them room
and board, salary, coaches,

trainers, the works.

According to O.G.'s
calendar app,

he had several
meetings with you

at this location
over the last week,

all predating
your angry texts,

and all on the subject
of something

or someone called Tendu.

They all go by nicknames,
and O.G. was Tendu's agent.

So he found
this kid online,

and he flew him down
from some nowhere town

in northern Canada,

and started shopping him
to teams.

And O.G. and I,
we got into it.

'Cause Tendu wanted
to sign with us,

but O.G. kept trying to
steer him to one of our rivals.

Joey, we're ready.

Sorry. We're interrupting?

Looks like we're the ones
interrupting.

Uh, Anezka
and her friends

are trade-show models
for the tournament this weekend.

They're here to take publicity
photos with the team.

You're police.

Did Joey do something wrong?

No, we just...

We're clearing up
a misunderstanding.

Hey, why don't you, uh,
go hang out with the team, okay?

I'll be right there.

So, you were talking about
why you were angry with O.G.

Right.

Yeah, I was angry with him.

But I had no reason to kill him.

I won.

Tendu signed with Team ProFine.

Now, O.G. was furious, okay?

He kept badgering Tendu
to change his mind, but...

Something wrong?

Tendu was supposed
to be here by now,

for the
publicity photos.

Called him, like, an hour ago,
but he didn't answer.

Wait, you don't think
whoever tried to kill O.G.

went after him, also?

We can't rule anything out.

You know where
he was staying?

I could send a car
to check on him.

We need to talk
to him, too.

I don't know for sure,

but I bet he was
at the same hotel as O.G.

There was only one room
registered under O.G.'s name.

Then try looking under
Tendu's real name.

I only learned it when we were
drawing up the contracts.

It's Marcel Otolik.

O-T-O-L-I-K.

It's Eskimo or something.

All clear!

No one's home.

It's freezing in here. Is
there a window open somewhere?

Yeah, in the bedroom.

Otolik's an Inuit name.

The address he registered
with the front desk

is well north
of the Arctic Circle.

So you can imagine he likes
things a little chilly.

His companion,
on the other hand,

might've preferred things
a bit warmer.

His companion?

Yeah, long brown hair.

Looks like Tendu spent the night
in someone's warm embrace.

Before they went out the window.

Hand and shoe prints.

Male and female.

So I find people rarely
exit rooms via windows

when they're not fleeing
for their lives.

Perhaps Owen Tuchman's killer
paid them a visit, too.

That's one possibility.

The other is that
they were worried

that someone
would catch them with this.

Looks like the murder weapon.

If that's a garden tool,

it's not like one
I've ever seen.

That is a hakapik.

It's a seal-killing club

favored by the Inuits.

Judging by this inscription,
it is a going-away present,

a little memento from home.

This hook matches
O.G.'s head wounds.

I'm gonna put out
a Finest Message.

Looks like we got a suspect.

By all means,
send your bulletin.

We do need
to speak to Tendu.

But not as a suspect.

I mean, judging by
this murder weapon...

I think he was framed.

According to the lab, blood type
on the weapon is a match

for Owen "O.G." Tuchman,
and this guy

Tendu's prints
are all over it.

But you two
still think he was framed?

Well, circumstantial evidence
is a very tricky thing.

It might seem to
point very straight

to one thing, but if you shift
your own point of view a little,

you may find it pointing in
an equally uncompromising manner

to something entirely different.

Well, I don't know
how you shift this.

The blood matches the victim,
and the hook matches the wounds.

The hook. Precisely.

Tendu is an Inuit male

from a traditional
Inuit village.

Hence, he's likely killed
hundreds of seals.

Only, seal hunters do not kill

with the hook side
of the hakapik.

That's used for hauling
seal carcasses onto the boats.

To kill, the hunters
use the hammer.

So if he had he swung this club,
Tendu would likely have killed

O.G. with a single blow from the
hammer directly to the temple.

Okay. So what went down?
From your shifted point of view.

Well, imagine
for one moment that Tendu

was the killer's
intended target.

Only, he couldn't
find him.

O.G. had taken pains

to keep Tendu's whereabouts
a secret.

O.G. himself, however, he'd been
out and about in the city,

he'd been taking meetings,

he'd been negotiating
for his clients.

He would've been
relatively easy to find

and follow back to the hotel.

We think
that's why O.G.

was tortured
before he was killed.

The perp wanted him to give up
Tendu's location.

O.G. submitted.

The killer goes to Tendu's room,
tries to enter.

He's delayed by
the security latch

on the door.

Fresh abrasions
on the metal suggest

that it was forcefully engaged
and then defeated.

Only, by that time,
Tendu had escaped.

So the guy comes up
empty-handed, but he isn't ready

to give up,
so he finds the kid's club

and he takes it back
to Owen Tuchman's room.

He couldn't kill Tendu.

He settled for framing him.

My niece mentioned that there's

some big gaming tournament

this weekend-- the first prize
is two million bucks.

Maybe somebody wanted Tendu
out of the picture.

We thought about that, but he
wasn't due to play this weekend.

So him being dead, or on the run

wouldn't have affected
the outcome.

Hmm. What about this brunette
you think he was with?

- Any more on her?
- Not yet.

Watson's at home combing
through Tendu's social media.

Hopefully, we'll have answers
to our questions soon.

♪ Will you pray for the end? ♪

You're listening to Goatwhore?

Trying to stay awake!

Been going through this stuff
for five hours straight.

It turns out Tendu isn't big
on words, but he loves photos.

He posted a
few dozen a day,

every day, for the
last five years.

That's 30,000 pictures,
give or take.

Unfortunately,
he only posted a few

since he arrived in New York,

none since
O.G.'s murder.

Nothing with a new girlfriend,

no hint that he might
be in trouble,

or where he
might be hiding.

He has quite the fan base.

Yeah, over 100,000 followers.

Some of these photographs
went viral

before he became known
as an eSports star.

Over 10,000 shares.

What's so special
about that one?

Shinwell.

He wants me to meet him
first thing in the morning.

You should turn in
for the night.

- We're done here.
- What? Just like that?

Well, you're fatigued,
or else you would've noticed.

Not only did Tendu's most
popular selfie likely motivate

the attempt on his life,
but the comments section

has also given us
a promising suspect.

Ms. Lundquist, you promised
your client would come in

on her own recognizance.

I could send
a couple of detectives.

I'm sorry, Raina will be here.
And you'll see,

she has nothing to do

with whatever this is.

She's a good person.

Can a fanatic be a good person?

In my experience,
the answer's almost always no.

She's not a fanatic.

She's... devoted.

Makes it hard for her

to keep a schedule sometimes.

Hi.

- I'm so sorry I'm late.
- It's okay.

It's okay.

I forgot to charge
my car last night.

Hi, hi.

I am so, so glad

that you granted
my request for this meeting.

We cannot wait to free
these gorgeous horses.

Horses?

Of course.

We're here to discuss
the NYPD Mounted Unit, right?

Ending equine slavery.

While this meeting does
have to do with your position

as CEO of the Animal Salvation
Fund, Ms. Karnow,

horse emancipation is not
on the docket, I'm afraid.

Rather, we would like
to discuss your campaign

to end seal hunting.

A selfie?

Sealfie, actually.

You and your group have branded
seal hunting barbaric.

But the so-called barbarians,
in this modern day and age,

well, they also have
access to cell phones

and social media,
just like you do.

You told me you wanted to
talk to Raina about a crime.

I think you should cut
to the chase.

As your client
well knows,

the Sealfie movement
was started by the Inuits

to counter outside pressure
to end seal hunting.

Sealfies show
that the Inuit's very survival

and culture depends
on the practice.

The young man in this
photograph, for example,

Tendu, he's wearing seal skin,
he's, uh, eating seal jerky.

He's also
a rising star

in the world of eSports.

That made him
one of the movement's

more visible proponents.

His Sealfies went viral, causing
you a lot of embarrassment.

You even lost a few
of your celebrity supporters.

And how did you respond?

By threatening him in the
comments section of his posts.

"If you continue to support
this senseless slaughter,

you and your people deserve--"
in all caps-- "extinction."

Two nights ago,
this man was murdered

with a seal-killing club

that belongs to Tendu.

The person who did this

was trying to frame him.

Not quite
as drastic as killing him,

but an effective way
to silence his voice.

Okay, this is crazy.

The posts that
you're referring to,

Raina told me about
them weeks ago.

She regretted them and thought
there might be consequences.

But I'm gonna tell you
exactly what I told her.

Not one word of what she
wrote was actionable.

So if you think you're gonna
turn this into a basis

of a homicide
investigation...

Tendu and I had a meeting.

Two days ago.
What?

Well, I didn't tell you
'cause I thought

if an attorney was there,
it might scare him away.

We met in my office,
and we made a deal.

I promised to support
indigenous seal hunting

if he would come out
against commercial seal hunts.

Commercial hunts
killing 20 times

as many seals as the Inuits.

Yeah, last thing
I would want is Tendu dead

or in some kind
of trouble.

Can you prove any of this?

I have a draft of the
agreement at my office.

We both signed it.
I can send you a copy.

You can ask other
people at the meeting.

My assistant,
Tendu's girlfriend, Libena.

Libena-- that's a Czech name.

I guess so.

I don't know,
she had a thick accent.

Why? Is that important?

Thanks for coming.

Of course.

You okay?

You don't look
so good.

I didn't get much
sleep last night.

Why? Did something happen
with SBK?

Nope.

Something happened
with Chivonne.

There's a banger.

Lucien.

He a player,
runs some corners.

He got it in his head
that Chivonne

is gonna be
his girlfriend.

And he don't care what
she got to say about it.

What do you mean?

Happens sometimes.

Youngblood sees something
he likes,

decides it's his.

Doesn't matter
that she don't like him.

It don't matter
that she just 14.

One way or another,

he gonna get what he wants.

Now, this boy, Lucien,
he keep coming at her,

got his boys following her,
just making her life hell.

Did she talk to the police?

You mean did she snitch? No.

She worried that it's gonna
come back on her and her aunt,

and it would.

That's why she
came to me.

What did she ask you to do?

I wouldn't let her
say the words...

...but I know what
she need me to do.

And truth is... I want to do it.

That's my baby girl.

Anybody mess with her,
they deserve what they get.

Crazy, huh?

Everything I've been doing,
working with you,

working with the police,
it was so, eventually,

I can be a father to her.

Turns out what she really need
is a gangster.

I don't blame you for wanting
to protect your daughter.

But if you hurt Lucien...

you know what could happen
if his gang finds out

what you did and why.

Eye for an eye.

They gonna come after me.

Or worse,
take it out on Chivonne.

That's why I
asked you here.

Talk me out of it,

to help me find another way.

Hey.

What are you guys doing here?

We were just having
an illuminating conversation

with Anezka here.

Thanks. You can go.
We'll be in touch.

What's going on?

Were you aware

that when Tendu disappeared,

he was in the company
of a woman named Libena Havel?

No. No, I wasn't.

Apparently,
she's his girlfriend.

When we heard her name,
it struck us

that we'd already met
one Czech woman, Anezka.

Having two different
Czechs wrapped up

in the same case seemed like
more than a coincidence.

We wondered if she
and Anezka knew each other.

If they did, Anezka could
help us find Libena,

which, in turn, could
help us find Tendu.

Anezka gave us this,

from a gaming convention
a few months back.

She identified
this girl as Libena,

another of your
trade show models.

She said Libena and Tendu
met at a party last week,

here at this house.

Yeah.

She also told us
that she and Libena

were more than just models.

They're prostitutes.

But you already knew that.

They get close
to the players,

flirt with them; when you get
the feeling a player wants more,

- you make sure it happens.
- And the players themselves,

they don't know the truth.

And that way, they're not just
more likely to stay,

they're more likely
to recommend Team ProFine

to other eSport stars.

Anezka told us Libena
fell for Tendu, hard.

She was thinking about telling
him the truth about herself.

Say she did.

Say it made him angry.

He confronted you,
threatened to expose you.

Your team could've been barred
from competition.

Tendu had to go.

Only, you didn't know
where he was staying,

so maybe you paid
Owen "O.G." Tuchman a visit.

What?! No, that...
that's not what happened.

Well, Anezka seems to think

it's a quite likely
sequence of events.

All right, look, you are right
about the girls,

and you're right
that Tendu found out.

Only, he didn't threaten me,
he came to me for help.

With what?

The escort agency
that we use,

they're not good people. Okay?

They bring these girls into the
country, then extort them for,

like, tens of thousands
of dollars in immigration fees.

They literally
hold the girls' passports

and take 90% of what they earn
until their debts are paid.

So, Tendu wanted to buy
Libena's freedom.

He wanted to negotiate
with human traffickers?

Yes. Then he tells me if
they don't want to play ball,

he knows enough about computers
to track down the people

behind the agency,

and identify them to the police.

And I told him,
look, trying to deal

with people like that
is a bad idea.

And then to threaten them?
That's even worse.

So, I refused
to front him the money,

because I didn't want
to encourage him.

But maybe he did, anyway.

If he did...

The escort agency--
you got the address?

Well, yeah, we need
everything you got.

Sooner the better.

What's going on?

Your text said you were
looking into an escort agency.

That was the idea.

He's on the phone
with the fire marshal.

Based on the weathering

of this tape and the
graying of the ash,

the place was burned
down two days ago.

No question it was arson.
Agency's computers

and paperwork were all covered
with gasoline and lit up.

Problem is finding who did it.

Agency employees all vanished.

Paperwork's gone, and the names
that I could find are fake.

The whole thing was owned
by a shell company.

- Sounds like organized crime.
- Yeah.

I wish I could
tell you which kind.

Office manager was named

Carla Petro,

but nobody who met her
thought she looked Italian,

and her name is as fake
as the rest.

Is he okay?

He's fine.

Your arsonist was driving

a fully-restored,
vintage Ford Mustang,

model year 1965, '66, '67

or '68.

Color unknown.

How can you know that?

You say in your report

you found a charred
wastebasket inside.

You thought it was used to
splash petrol around the office.

So?

So, why did the arsonist
use a waste basket?

Why not a gas can?
I'll tell you why.

Because the petrol didn't come
from a can, it came from a car,

which was parked right here.

It was siphoned.

There's spilled petrol
on the floor here,

and it has the distinct aroma
of additives used for

fueling old cars
with modern unleaded.

Additionally,
there are scratches here

which could only have come

from the three-bladed spinning
hubcaps of a classic Mustang.

So, you said this garage was
leased by the agency, right?

- Yeah.
- And the people who worked here

are the ones we think
started the fire?

You want to put the Mustang
over the air, or should I?

Yo, Ghostface,
I got that tuna you like.

Your cat took off.

I don't think
he liked the look of me.

Who the hell
do you think you are?

Shinwell.

I'm Chivonne's father.

Given the way
you've been treating

my baby girl,

stalking her,
making her life hell,

by rights,

you should be lying

in a pool of your own blood
right now.

That supposed to scare me?
No.

You hard.

Hard G's, you either drop
or you don't.

Luckily for you, I'm trying
to live a peaceable life.

I come to make you a offer.

What kind of offer?

I been looking
into you.

You got three corners,
a decent amount of product.

If you wasn't so damn stupid
when it came to the girls,

you would have
a good thing going.

Look, my business
is my business.

Maybe it's time for you
to put your business first.

SBK got two corners
near your territory.

Now, I can arrange
for the dealers

to move out.

Your people can move in,
doubling

your profit.

Now, in exchange,

I want you and yours
to leave my daughter alone.

Forever.

Or?

No need for "or."

You know a good deal
when you hear it,

and I'm only
offering once.

Hello, Carla, or...

do you prefer Amanda?

Or Tasha?

Carla is fine.

Carla.

Well, your prints tell
an interesting story, Carla.

Multiple arrests
for prostitution

under various aliases
dating back over 20 years,

and then a gap.

And then,
two years ago,

a misdemeanor for
promoting prostitution.

Looks like you went
into management.

Made enough to buy
that vintage Mustang

we pulled you over in.

And now you
can add arson

to your list of accomplishments.

Maybe murder, as well.
This man...

She's prepared to take
the fall for her crimes,

whatever they are.

Likely due to
a combination of fear

of her employers

and the promise
of future compensation.

Spent her whole life
in the sex trade.

She's used to
trading herself for money.

Didn't ask you
how your emergency meeting

with Shinwell went.

Did you manage
to avert his crisis?

Well, I tried to point him
in the right direction.

We already have you
on the arson.

I spilled gasoline by accident.

I dropped a cigarette.

Clumsy me.

But I didn't send anyone
after the boy,

Tendu.

Neither did
the people I work for.

They don't even know his name.

You had motive,

and we have reason to believe
that Tendu uncovered

the names of all your bosses.

He threatened
to expose all of you.

He did, but he also offered me
a deal, which I took.

He's a nice boy.

And I was happy for Libena.

She found her Richard Gere.

Girls from poor cities,
broken homes,

they get into the trade
because they want to escape,

make some money,

and someday

live the dream.

Meet a wonderful man,
fall in love,

live happily ever after,

like Julia Roberts
from the movie.

For most of us,
there is no Richard Gere.

It's a fantasy.

Libena and the boy
seemed to be in love,

and he offered
to pay off her debt,

so I gave them their chance
at the fairy tale.

And then what?

You figured if Tendu
was able to identify you

and the agency's owners,
other people could, too?

You burned down your office
to cover your tracks?

$100,000 is more than enough

to replace some old computers
and open a new office.

Tendu said
he was gonna pay you

a hundred thou?

He didn't say he would do it.
He did it.

Paid me on the spot.

In cash?

Brand new hundred dollar bills.

Joey Ng told us he hadn't
given Tendu any money.

Did he say where he got it?

Mm, sorry.

When someone hands me money,
I don't ask where it came from.

Force of habit.

Fire marshals will be by
to talk with her next.

Any impressions?

If I had to guess, I'd say
she was telling the truth.

Where's Joan?
She's at your computer.

Said she has a theory as to
how Tendu got his $100,000.

What do you got?

Oh, hey.

So, this is one of
the last pictures

that Tendu uploaded
to social media.

Now, the logo belongs to
a company called AmpVX.

They make top-of-the-line
headphones.

According to this,
the headphones he's wearing

haven't even been released yet.
A friend of mine

who dated a Met once, she said
the guy never wore brand name

unless he was
getting paid.

Tendu is a professional
athlete now.

Significant percentage
of the money athletes make

is from
sponsorship deals.

How do we get ahold
of someone from AmpVX?

There won't be anyone in the
New York office until tomorrow.

But?

In Beijing...
it's already tomorrow.

Hao.

Your call went well.
It did.

What is that?

That's roasted huitlacoche.

It's corn smut.
Do you want some?

Ugh. No thanks.

So, the VP at AmpVX's
Beijing headquarters said

they signed Tendu
to a five-year,

multi-million dollar
sponsorship deal.

He collected a $100,000 advance
from their New York office

the day he bought
Libena's freedom.

Explains the money.

Ms. Jao also said that Tendu

had the company wire
$20,000 each

to several people in his village

in Maniitok, Canada.

He wanted the payments
to continue

for the life of his contract.

But he also wanted to make sure
he could stop the payments

if the recipients didn't fulfill
certain conditions.

The payments were incentives.

He wanted to ensure certain
prominent citizens in Maniitok

did something that they already
desperately wanted to do.

How could you already know that?

You tend to project
when you speak Mandarin.

I overheard enough
to get the gist,

so I contacted the Royal
Canadian Mounted Police

in Maniitok to see

if any of their officers

could provide any insight,
and Officer Montcalm

has been giving me
an overview of

a certain situation
in Tendu's hometown.

That, in combination with
the names of Tendu's payees

and their views regarding

the future of Maniitok,

allowed me to deduce
the goal of the payments,

not to mention why
Owen Tuchman was murdered

and Tendu framed.

I don't get it.
Are you saying all of this

is because of local politics
in an Inuit village?

The local politics
are just a symptom.

O.G.'s murder was ultimately
triggered by something

far larger in scope.

He died because of
global warming.

Any sign of the guy?

Not yet.

Our techs pinged
his cell phone to a tower

right around the corner.

He's definitely
around here somewhere.

You sure he's
our killer?

Kurt Godwyn is a fixer
for Mather and Kline.

He does all the dirty work for
an exceedingly dirty law firm.

So, if they sent anyone
to kill Tendu three nights ago,

I'll bet it was him.

There he is.

Brown jacket.

That's him.

I think I see a parking spot--

What...

If you move, I'm gonna put
six rounds in your liver.

Police!

Are we clear?
Clear.

Get your hands
up on the wall now.

Right pocket.

Don't move.

That isn't a gun.

No, but you're under arrest.

Couldn't wait for me
to park the car?

I could see he was armed and
heading into this building.

What's so special
about this building?

Carla Petro was
arrested here once.

It was thought that her
employers kept an apartment here

so that the girls
could entertain clients.

Just the kind of place
Libena might go to hide?

You got this all wrong.

I'm just here
to serve a summons.

Yeah, right.

Tendu? Libena?

Police are here.

You're safe.

Show your badge.

You gonna tell me why
I'm looking at a map of Canada?

In a minute.

We know what you do for
a living, Mr. Godwyn.

Your business card may say
"legal investigator,"

but you're a fixer.

When your law firm
or their clients have a problem,

you make the problem go away.

You were
suspected in the sudden,

inexplicable death of the jury
foreman on the Himmelman case.

You were accused of
threatening witnesses

in Brust v. Zerakem,

bribing a judge in
the LexGo Glass lawsuit.

Three indictments,
no convictions.

A winning streak which, I assure
you, is about to come to an end.

Man named Owen Tuchman

was beaten to death
late Thursday night.

Surveillance cameras
recorded you

in and around his hotel
at the time of the murder.

And the gun we found
in your possession

looks like a perfect match
for the one used

to pistol-whip the victim.

It's not too late
to cut a deal.

We still don't know
which of your firm's lawyers

ordered the hit on Tendu.

You give us a name...

I don't know
what you're talking about.

Why would anyone from my firm
want me to kill some Eskimo?

Global warming.

Your presence here is the result
of, uh, let's call it, um...

"the reverse butterfly effect."

You may be aware, the
actual butterfly effect

is small, local events having
strikingly large consequences.

A butterfly flaps
its wings in the Congo

and triggers a hurricane
in New York.

That kind of thing.

But the inverse is also true.

Large-scale events can have
small, local consequences.

For example, fossil fuel
emissions melt arctic ice,

opening Canada's formerly
ice-clogged Northwest Passage

to commercial shipping.

Cargo companies can, uh, save
billions of dollars a year

on fuel now by exploiting
this new, shorter route.

But only if they can
secure land rights

along the Northwest Passage

for new ports.

We understand your firm
was hired to secure those ports.

If they pull it off,

the partners stand to
make millions in commissions.

Unfortunately for them,

the indigenous residents
of the Northwest Passage,

specifically the villagers
of Maniitok,

are loath to relinquish
their ancestral lands--

a fact which
led to you

being ordered to shoot
a young Inuit in the head.

Now, you can either let this
butterfly-induced hurricane

land entirely on you,

or you can point us
to whichever lawyer

flapped his or her wings
and blew you to Tendu's door.

Well, sorry to sound like a
broken record, but like I said,

Raina's not great
at being on time.

Well, actually, Raina's not
gonna be joining us today.

We've been doing some digging,
Ms. Lundquist.

It turns out
your work at

the Animal Salvation Fund
is completely pro Bono.

Your day job is contract law
at Mather and Kline.

According to this,
your current assignment is

to secure port locations
along the Northwest Passage

for a company called
Newhall Transocean.

Now, if you manage to succeed,
you're in line to make partner.

A partner
at a white-shoe firm

like Mather and Kline makes
millions of dollars a year.

But securing the ports

hasn't been easy, has it?

The locals are poor,

and they're attached
to their traditions.

So you volunteered
your legal services

to an animal rights group
here in New York

and managed to convince them
to pursue a ban on seal hunting.

Ban like
that would've wrecked

the locals' traditional
way of life.

They would've been forced
to either relocate

or seek new income.

You were hoping
that they'd fold

and agree to
Newhall's port deal.

But Tendu Otolik's Sealfies

turned public opinion
against the ban.

So, when you switched to Plan B

and tried to
buy the village outright,

he stopped that, too.

He sent money home
in exchange for a promise

from the village elders to never
agree to Newhall's port.

No way were you gonna
make partner after that.

Not unless you could
make Tendu go away.

Which brings us to
your fixer, Kurt Godwyn.

No, no, you see...

Save it.

We've already got a full
confession from Mr. Godwyn.

You might want
to call your firm.

You're gonna need a good lawyer.

Hey.

Hey.

I wanted you to know
that boy Lucien

won't be bothering
you no more.

Me and him,
we had a... talk.

A talk?

Sometimes that's all it takes.

Chivonne?

You won't have no more
problems with him.

I promise.

Thanks.

I liked walking you home
the other day.

I was thinking maybe
we can make it a habit.

Don't.

Don't what?

I know what you want.

For you and me.

But I can't do it.

What you did doesn't
change things between us.

It doesn't make us family.

I came to you because I had to.

Do you understand?

I understand.

You do what you need to do.

♪ I'm guilty ♪

♪ I'm guilty, yeah. ♪

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