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My mind rebels at stagnation.

Give me, uh, give me problems,
give me work, give me, uh,

the most abstruse cryptogram
or the most intricate analysis,

and I'm in
my very own atmosphere.

I can dispense with old cravings
and bad habits, but, uh,

I abhor the dull routine
of existence.

That was nice,
what you said tonight.

Yeah, it was a fact.

It's all new to me, but, uh,
it's helping, you know?

Right. Well, um, uh,
m-meetings are important,

especially in the beginning,
so...

I-If you're in need
of a sponsor...

No, I'm set, thanks.

Sorry, but I got to ask.

Is BrainAttic yours?

Excuse me?

The blog?

Or Tumblr or whatever they call
those things?

A buddy turned me on to it.

There's advice there,
thoughts about recovery.

The guy who runs it
is anonymous,

but the way he writes
sort of sounds like you.

"Brain Attic"?

One word.

If it's not you,
you should check it out.

Some of the quotes,

I think they'd really
speak to you.

Captain?

Victim is Alec Flynn.

NYPD, seven years
on the job.

Three weeks ago, he transferred
to Highway Patrol.

Before that,
he was assigned

to the Training Bureau
out on Rodman's Neck.

Best we can tell from the
dashboard camera footage

is he was ambushed.

A masked shooter came up
behind him, fired,

and then took off in a car
driven by an accomplice.

Flynn didn't even have time
to draw his weapon.

Suspects?

I got a call
into his lieutenant,

but if it isn't someone
he locked horns with...

You think this
might have been random?

Wouldn't be the first time
a psychopath

decided to target a cop.

Needless to say, this one
is all hands on deck.

Captain?

We got a fresh footprint,

size 12 work boots.

That's not Flynn's.

Well, if you look closely,
there are fibers

in some of the grooves.

They could've transferred
from the killer's boot.

Excuse me.

Hello. I'm just...

I'm just gonna draw

Officer Flynn's sidearm.

So don't be alarmed.

What is it?

Those are air gun pellets.

You said Officer Flynn

didn't have time
to draw his weapon.

If he had,
it would've been utterly futile,

because he's armed
with a toy gun.

Elementary S03E08
End of Watch
Original Air Date on December 18, 2014

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No plates on the car.

Stolen, I bet.

You can't see the driver at all.

It's time for
the final call.

Central to Officer 73199.

Central to Officer 73199.

Officer Alec Flynn,
please respond.

Central to Officer 73199.

Officer 73199, no response.

Officer 73199,

Alec Flynn, is End of Watch.

He has gone home
for the final time.

Front desk has mourning bands,
if anyone needs them.

Ceremonial unit
is taking sign ups

for Honor Guards
at Officer Flynn's coffin

and radio cars
at his residence.

There will be
a full inspector's funeral,

date and time to be announced.
Any questions?

Until we know that there
isn't someone out there

hunting cops, we play it safe.

No one works alone,
and no cowboy nonsense.

But rest assured,
we will get the person

who did this.

As you were.

Marcus is gonna go

talk to the wife,
if any of you want to join him.

She a suspect?

She's the wife.

We have to at least
ask questions,

but we'll tread lightly.

I'll go with you;
you guys can stay

and review the video.

Suspect is
approximately six-foot-two,

190 pounds, right-handed,

and extremely comfortable
with firearms.

I know.
I watched the video, too.

So you noticed

that the shooter never
touched Flynn's pistol.

No one disturbed the body
until after the police arrived.

Meaning the firearm
must have been replaced

sometime before the attack.

Someone didn't want
Officer Flynn

to be able to protect himself.

Unfortunately,
the most likely timing

for the switch is also
the most disturbing.

As we know,
many uniformed officers

keep their service pistols

in their lockers
when they're not on duty,

suggesting that the people
with easiest access

to Officer Flynn's pistol
were his fellow police.

Yeah.

I'm ahead of you
on that one, too.

Alec was my partner.

He was,

but then 18 months ago,

you blew through a red light
and totaled your radio car.

Flynn hurt his
neck and back.

We were responding to a call.

The driver of the car

that hit you sued
the department,

and in discovery,
Flynn testified against you.

Your own partner.

I didn't swap out his gun,

and I sure as hell
didn't kill him.

You must have
been angry with him

for failing to stand by you.

You were, after all,
brothers in blue.

Perhaps you no longer
saw him as a real cop.

Perhaps it was less than fitting
that he should carry a real gun.

I may never have made detective,
but I know how this works, okay?

You ask someone in to talk,
you're gonna sweat them.

My union rep
tore me a new one

when I wouldn't let him
send a lawyer,

but I told him,
"Let them sweat me."

Sooner you guys ask
your questions,

the sooner I'm cleared.

At the time of the
shooting, you were...

At Abe's, playing darts.

That's a cop bar.

I got two dozen police
who'll vouch for me.

You could've switched
the pistol anytime.

Contracted the killing.

Flynn was working
out of Highway Unit 7

up in Fleetwood, right?

Check your records.

Pull the security tape.

I haven't set foot
in that building in years.

You got any more
questions or not?

You in a hurry, Officer?

All due respect, Captain, yeah.

I am.

I had my problems
with Flynn,

but he was a cop,
and I don't want anyone thinking

what you're thinking right now.

I want to be able
to go to his funeral;

I want to be able
to pay my respects to his wife.

So, please, whatever you want
to throw at me, throw it.

I'm not your guy.

The last couple of years

were tough for Alec.

He was active,
you know, a gym rat.

He played on the
department's football team.

Then, after
the accident...

he hated physical therapy.

And working at the shooting
range on Rodman's Neck,

he said he didn't feel like
a real cop anymore.

Returning to full duty,
that was a big deal to him.

He was very proud.

I couldn't help but notice

that you changed
your locks recently.

I-I lost my keys.

Did you lose your TV, too?

Your engagement ring,

your wedding band?
- What is this?

Before I worked with the police,
I was a sober companion.

I worked
with recovering addicts.

I've been in homes
like this one.

I have talked
to spouses like you.

The photographs on your mantle--

Alec lost a lot of weight
since the accident.

A lot of muscle mass.

It could be
he couldn't exercise

the same way
that he used to, or...

maybe it was something else.

The doctor gave him Oxy
for the pain.

He got hooked.

You kicked him out?

He was stealing things,
trading them for more pills.

I-I had to.

Mrs. Flynn,

did you have anything to do
with what happened last night?

Alec came to me
a couple of weeks ago.

He said he was clean.

That it hadn't been
easy, but he quit

cold turkey.

We started seeing a therapist.

I even gave him the keys
to the new locks,

said he could use it
when he wanted to come home.

My Alec was back.

Was there anyone he might
have been in trouble with?

A dealer, maybe?

I saw a-a text once,
before I knew what was going on.

It was weird, just numbers.

"100," then "4," then "1,000."

100 pills for $1,000.

You remember who sent it?

The text I.D. was
just another number.

It said "6."

I don't think she was a part

of what happened
last night, do you?

The department will poke
around a little more,

make sure she didn't
cut any big checks

to potential hit
men recently.

But, nah, I
don't see it.

I'm more interested in
running down this "Six" guy.

That's the same
type of pellet gun

that was in
Flynn's holster, right?

Yeah. I remember that
realistic ones like this

were outlawed in New York
a long time ago.

Yep. 1998.

But you can still
buy them in New Jersey.

You know what?
You look into the "Six" guy,

I will call around
to stores and see

if anyone remembers selling
this particular brand.

Maybe we'll get lucky,

find the guy who
planted one on Flynn.

Sherlock?

In the study.

I think I found something.

I was mucking about

with some of
your software.

I was trying to
enhance the video.

Thought if I could zoom in
on the shooter's eyes,

I might be able
to determine the color.

But it was too dark,
and the resolution was too low.

Except...

Do you see it?
The left eye?

See how it reflects
the light?

It's glass.

The man who killed Flynn
is six-foot-two, 14 stone,

and has a glass eye.

Should help narrow down
the candidates, no?

I thought you'd be happy.

I am. Disappointed I didn't
see the glass myself.

I can't make my own discoveries
every now and again?

Of course you can.

Then what's the problem?

"You see, but you
do not observe.

The distinction
is clear"

"It is stupidity
rather than courage

to refuse to recognize danger
when it is close upon you."

What is all this?

It, Kitty, is me.

Didn't know you were
that into birds.

The blog is not mine,
but the quotes are.

I might not be cited,
but they're taken from things

that I've said in meetings.

Someone's been writing down what
you say and posting it here?

Mm.

That's against the rules,
isn't it?

It would appear that
the thief's intention

is to help other addicts.

They think that
the things that I've said

can be applied
to others' quests for sobriety.

I support the premise,
but not the practice.

Anonymity is
a cornerstone of the program.

You are very quotable, you know.

A facility for quotation

covers an absence
of original thought.

You just did it again.

I'll settle it.

I'll find the person
who's doing it,

and I'll tell them to stop.

No, you won't.

A policeman's been killed.

You can't be distracted.

I am just the protégé.
I'll settle it.

Watson?

I found something
you need to see.

Can I come over?

I called a bunch of
shops in New Jersey

that sell airsoft guns.

Now, no one remembers
any specific

sales of that kind of gun

that wound up
in Flynn's holster,

but they all gave me
their security footage

from the last couple of months.

There must be hundreds of hours.

Thousands.
I got lucky.

I found what I was looking
for on the very first try.

That's the man

you think bought the gun?

Yes. And that's the problem.

That's Officer Flynn.

The killer didn't
replace the gun.

He did it himself.

Doesn't make any sense.

Why would Flynn

replace his own gun with a toy?

As you know, it's not uncommon
for opioid addicts

to spend thousands of dollars
a week on pills.

Or, roughly, the entire weekly
salary of an NYPD patrolman.

Flynn sold everything he had
to fuel his addiction.

His wife's jewelry,
his TV, his computer...

We believe that, finally,
he reached the point

where his only possession
of any value

was his service pistol.

So he sells his Glock,
then he gets clean.

He's called back
to full duty,

but he doesn't have
a sidearm anymore,

or the money
to buy one.

So he buys a replica
to make it look like he's armed

and prays he's not
gonna have to use it?

As appalling as
that scenario sounds,

we believe the actual
chain of events is worse.

When I spotted Flynn
buying a fake gun

on the very first tape I
checked, I thought it was luck.

Only, I don't believe in luck.

A more
thorough search

revealed that he'd purchased

more than two dozen replicas
at different stores

over a span of several weeks.

It didn't make any sense,
until we remembered

where he was working
while he was on light duty.

Rodman's Neck.

The armory.

He would've had access
to hundreds of weapons.

No cop wants to die,

but they know if it happens
in the line of duty,

the department will
do right by them.

An inspector's funeral,
full honors,

thousands of cops
lining the streets.

I'll call for
an inventory at the range.

If you're right,
Flynn was a traitor.

He put our guns
in the hands of criminals.

And it was probably one of
his associates who killed him.

Funeral will be canceled.

Whatever the case may be,

Officer Flynn is no less
a homicide victim.

We'll keep you apprised of
our search for the one-eyed man.

Let's hope he's not a cop, too.

I don't get it.

What does birding have to do

with staying off drugs?
Not a clue.

That's why I contacted you.

I want to find out
who manages this page.

I know that you lead
bird-watching tours here.

From what I can tell,

this is where most of
the pictures were taken.

Ooh, this is nice.

Kentucky Warbler.

You don't see many of these.

Any guesses as to who took it?

Most of these are
common species.

When the rare
birds show up,

everyone flocks
here for pictures.

So nothing to nail down

a specific place or date?

No.

Wait.

This one.

Quiscalus quiscula.

A plague of grackle.

These are grackles.

They only congregate in
large groups like this

when they migrate.

A plague only stays in one place
for a day or two.

This would have been taken
just north of the boathouse

on either September 17 or 18.

Um, do you remember
seeing anyone taking pictures?

Every birder in New York
stopped by at some point.

They all took
pictures.

I took quite
a few myself.

Sorry I couldn't
be more help.

Any chance I could look
at your pictures?

Where were you?

Errand.

You and Watson went
to talk to the captain.

Not like there
was anything left

to glean from the
dashboard video.

Watson proposed
a division of labor

while we were at the station.

She and Detective Bell
will attempt to identify

the man with the glass eye;

you and I will look for a dealer
with the street name "6."

Flynn's dealer.

He and the shooter

may be one and the same.

We were right about the armory
at Rodman's Neck, by the way.

Captain Gregson confirmed
no fewer than 30 weapons

had been replaced with fakes.

I was sort of hoping
we'd be wrong.

As was I.

But I know from experience

when one is desperate for a fix,

ethics and logic provide
little impediment to need.

Yes, well...

speaking of your
experience...

I'm pretty sure
that these were taken

on the same day as
one of the pictures

from the BrainAttic
Web site.

This is your idea
of not distracting me?

I'm a member of a group,
too, now, remember?

Decided I don't like

what this BrainAttic
person is doing,

especially if it's
bothering you.

Thought you could take a look,
see if you recognize anyone.

So?

So what?
Does anyone look familiar?

Supposing someone does.

He or she may have not
protected my anonymity,

but I will not do him or her
the same discourtesy.

If there are
corrective measures

to be taken,
I shall take them myself.

But I've...

I shall take them myself.

Detective Bell invites us
to a briefing by the ATF.

He thinks they may have
identified the one-eyed man.

Niko Buros. He's a gunrunner.

Operates out of
greater New York.

He lost his left eye

in a shoot-out with
a rival a few years ago.

The height and weight
are both right.

Given everything
you've uncovered

about the officer
that was killed,

I got to think
he's your guy.

Buros acquires guns
in the States, then sells them

to the Zeta cartel
in Mexico.

Specifically, a cell
operating out of Veracruz.

Buros supplies them with
guns and, in exchange,

they provide him with drugs,
which he then sells in the U.S.

So he exports violence
and imports misery.

Guy's got serious street cred.

He maintains it
by doing his own dirty work.

ATF and DEA have been
after him for years.

Last month,
we thought we had him.

We got a tip
that he was operating

out of a warehouse in Queens.

We raided the place, captured
almost a thousand weapons,

arrested some of
his crew.

Unfortunately,
none of them are talking.

And there's no evidence
connecting Buros to that scene.

You think Flynn

was selling
his pilfered guns to Buros.

This man is a bulk seller.

Why would 30-odd pistols
be worth his time?

The murdered cop, Flynn,
he was a drug addict, right?

Buros would have gotten those
for a song.

All I know is

your investigation
may be our best chance

to tie him to something
that actually sticks, so...

whatever you need,
ATF is at your disposal.

So Flynn needs money to
keep himself in pills.

After he sells
all his own stuff,

he starts dipping into the
armory at Rodman's Neck,

sells what he takes to Buros.

Only, then he gets clean.

And then he tells Buros
the deal is off.

Buros kills him
out of anger.

Or to tie up loose ends.

It all makes sense, it just
doesn't help us locate Buros.

"6." Flynn's dealer.

He's the most likely
connection between

an international gunrunner and
a druggie policeman, is he not?

Too bad Six is

a name no one
seems to recognize.

We'll keep running it down.

There's a BOLO out on Buros

and patrols in the areas
he's been known to frequent.

Who knows?
Maybe we'll get lucky.

Half-caff, okay?

Last time, I was
up all night.

Excuse me. Officer?

We're sure it was Buros.

Preliminary ballistics says

it was the same gun.

We also got a partial print

off one of the shell casings.

And just for
good measure,

CSU found a few
more white threads,

just like the ones from
that boot print at the scene

of Flynn's murder.

Lab says it's a blown polyester
fiber, the kind you'd find in

hypoallergenic pillows, stuffed
animals, winter coat lining.

We know it's him. We just
don't know why he's doing this.

Well, maybe it's like
you said last night.

He's declaring war
on the department.

No, I think the ATF agent
was right.

Buros was buying Flynn's guns,

and something went south
between them.

So you're wondering
if Officer Hatem

had something to do with it.

After everything that happened
last couple of days,

we got to at least consider it.

If he was involved,

the department is busy prepping

another inspector's funeral
for another dirty cop.

Obviously we got
to find Buros.

But the funeral prep
isn't helping.

I mean, everyone's
partnering up again,

the vigils are back on.
We're stretched thin.

At least the family's
pushing for a quick burial.

If you want, I can stay
and help you find

a connection
between Hatem and Flynn.

Assuming there is one.

For the sake of Hatem's family,

I hope there isn't.

Daren?

Yeah, hi. I was
hoping we might, um,

just have a chat?

It's Sherlock, right?

You, uh, you usually
come to the late meeting.

Yeah, well, when the mood takes
me, I come to this one as well.

Remember seeing you
here a few times.

Yeah, well, we should...
we should probably head in

before all the donuts are gone.

"Brain Attic".

Something I once shared
with the group.

My personal theory on how
the brain is like an attic.

It should not be cluttered
with useless facts.

If memory serves, I was sharing
how it pertained to my sobriety

and how my fears and
failures were things

to be put to one side.

I'd like you to take it down.

Take down what?

The page that you maintain.

The one you've plastered
with my thoughts.

You're different.

You get that, right?

The things you say here...

You have this way
of looking at things...

I'm a drug addict, Daren.

My thoughts on sobriety are

no more remarkable
than your own.

A few months ago,
I came this close to using.

My mom had just passed away,
and I-I kept telling myself

I just need this now.

This one time
I deserve this.

But then, out of nowhere,

I remembered something
you said about staying clean.

"I must never make exceptions.

An exception
disproves the rule."

And then I started remembering
other things you said,

and... I don't know, I...
I didn't need the drugs anymore.

I could see clearly,
and it was all thanks to you.

Well, I appreciate that.

But nevertheless...

It's not just me. People go
to BrainAttic every day.

They-they leave comments.
It's helping them.

I'd still like you to
take it down, Daren.

Why?

These meetings were
very difficult

for me in the beginning.

I'm not a man prone
to sharing my secrets.

I was very, very skeptical
that what was shared here

would stay here.

But over time, I saw
how useful it could be.

I grew comfortable.

And I got better.

I need it, Daren.

The anonymity.

I need to know that
these rooms are a vault.

Without it,

well, I fear I would no longer
be able to attend the meetings.

Without the meetings...

BrainAttic can help people.

I... I'm keeping it.

Your wife, does she know
about the affair?

What?

The affair.
I know about it. Does she?

You might recall

from my shares
that I'm quite observant.

In actual fact, when I'm in
these hallowed environs,

I deliberately
tamp down my abilities

so as not to violate
my fellows' privacy.

It just doesn't seem
fair to me, you see.

Knowing more about them than
they've chosen to volunteer.

I'm not having an affair.

Judging by the flush
on your face and the tang

on your breath, you took the
anti-impotence drug Sildenafil

sometime in the last two hours.

The fresh chafing
on your ring finger indicates

that you removed and then
replaced your wedding ring

in the same time frame.

I can also detect the scent
of two perfumes on your skin.

So, tell me, Daren,
if I was to make an appearance

at your home
or at your workplace,

how many more skeletons
do you suppose

would come tumbling
out of your closet?

I don't care
about your affair.

I care about your sobriety.

And I depend on every member
in this group, including you,

to care about mine.

We are so sorry to hear

about your nephew.

It makes me sick.

Casey was a
very good boy.

He made us all
very proud.

Unlike that piece of garbage
who got shot.

Flynn.

Did you know him?

He was desked at the main
building for a few months.

I didn't see him
very much, but...

he obviously spent
some time here.

I was the one doing
the inventory the other day.

I found all the fakes he'd left.

Actually, the guns are
the reason we're here.

The press doesn't know,
but we're investigating

the possibility Flynn was killed
by the man he sold them to.

I don't understand.

Why would that guy
come after...?

You think Casey was
in on this, too?

Look, Flynn worked here.

You're the second
victim's uncle.

Sons of bitches.

My nephew is dead.

My sister's world
has just ended.

And you come in here
and you throw accusations?

Maybe I'm dirty, too.

I helped Flynn rip
this place off,

and then, for no good reason,
pulled Casey in.

No one is accusing you
of anything, but you're

the only connection we could
find between the two victims.

We just wanted to know
if they knew each other.

They didn't.

There's no connection.

We're just trying to find
the man who killed two cops.

You're trying to find the man
who killed one cop.

Casey.

Now, if you'll
excuse me, please.

I have a lot of work to do.

I have a funeral
to go to tomorrow.

What are you doing?

I've had no more success
at discerning a meaningful

connection between Officers
Hatem and Flynn than you.

I've looked at familial
relationships, social networks.

I've even set some of
my best Irregulars

to the problem, all to no avail.

So now I'm practicing
my own variation of Kyudo.

The martial art commonly known
as Zen archery.

The objective is
to achieve mushin--

a state
of mindless mindfulness,

in which the target
and the archer become one.

Now, I have
neither arrow nor bow,

so I'm using my blowpipe
to establish a mental breach

between myself and the puzzle.

As far as I can tell,

everything Hatem's
uncle said was true.

Comes from a family
of cops, no enemies,

no criminal background.

But his killer Buros could not
have picked him at random.

It's pretty hard
to imagine.

Well, at least
the department can go ahead

with the inspector's
funeral this time.

Would've been pretty scandalous

if they had to cancel two
in a week.

Two is not the number
that consumes me.

I still believe
the mysterious Six

is the bridge
between Flynn and Buros.

Unfortunately, not a single
drug dealer in the New York area

seems to use the name Six.

Frustrating.

How is your
mindfulness right now?

Can I go in there and get my
glasses without being shot?

Did you go to a
meeting this morning?

I did.

Was our friend there?

Anonymity, Kitty--
you really must look it up.

Watson, if you please.

Alec played football
all his life.

High school, college.

Your point?

Players sometimes
call their teammates

by their numbers.

What if "Six" isn't
a street name at all?

Mr. Riggs.

Apologies for
keeping you waiting.

We were out
readying for a funeral

when we heard
that you'd been located.

Well, it says here

you got pulled over
with almost 500 oxy pills

in your vehicle.

It's not good, Charlie.

Like I told the first guy, I...

You were holding them for
a friend. We heard.

Here's the thing.

We need information.

You help us,
maybe we can help you.

I'm listening.

You went to high school
with Alec Flynn?

Did you not play
football together?

You were the punter, number six?

So?
So, I don't know if you heard,

but your buddy Alec
got gunned down this week.

We think the shooter's

a guy by the name of Buros.

You dealt
drugs at high school.

You were expelled
for that

in 2002, so you graduated

from selling to teenagers
to selling to adults.

Alec was one of
them, eventually.

Now, he needed pills
to fuel his addiction.

But he was a cop,
so he couldn't go

to any random dealer
on the street.

So, he went to the first
one he ever knew-- you.

We want to know how

he got tied up
with Buros.

Alec was out of control, okay?

His habit was
up to 2,000 a week.

And those were
friend prices.

One day, he offered me
his police gun.

Said it had a street value
of a thousand bucks,

so I took it.

I reached out to a friend
of a friend who knew Niko.

He told me he'd buy all the guns
I could get my hands on.

I told Alec.

And he took it from there.

Why did he execute Alec?

A few weeks ago, Niko had asked
for a meet with him.

He said the ATF had seized
one of his stashes.

He wanted more guns.

But Alec told him
he was through.

He'd cleaned up.

Armory was closed for business.

Niko was ticked.

And not just at Alec.

I spent the next few days
trying to figure out other ways

to get him the guns.

Then the next time I saw him,
he said it was all good.

Just like that?

He said he figured out

some way to make a huge score.

What kind of score?

I don't know.

But he said something weird,
something like...

uh, there was more than one way
to use a guy like Alec.

That's the last time I saw him.

You need to send all
available resources

to Rodman's Neck.
- What?

I know why Buros killed
Flynn and Hatem.

Each murder was meant
to facilitate a heist.

Of what?
Guns.

He must have found out through
his dealings with Flynn

that there were millions of
dollars worth of weapons

at Rodman's Neck, and
he decided to rob it.

Only one problem:

the facility is at all times
heavily populated by the NYPD.

He needed a way
to draw them off.

An inspector's funeral.

Buros did not kill
Flynn for revenge,

he killed him
for his funeral.

He knew that there
would be thousands

of police in attendance.

More specifically,
the armory would be

undermanned
and vulnerable.

Only, Flynn's crimes came
to light after his death.

He was disgraced, and
his ceremony canceled.

So Buros killed another cop with
a connection to Rodman's Neck.

His funeral is
about to begin.

The robbery may
already be underway.

Get ESU on the line.

Tell them someone's
raiding their damn armory.

Sources say that thieves got
away with over a million dollars

in military-grade weaponry,

including sniper rifles,
assault rifles

and even a grenade launcher.

The gang of gun thieves are
reportedly led by a man named...

This is the same news
report as before.

You're wallowing.

I'm giving myself

a much-needed dose
of self-recrimination.

Should have been quicker
with my deductions.

And I might have prevented this.

Right. Because it's
all on you.

If the BrainAttic stuff's
still distracting you,

it shouldn't.

Tried pulling it up earlier;
there's nothing there now

but two words in
big bold letters:

"I'm sorry".

Thought you might want some of
the pizza that Watson brought.

It's strange, you know?

To be found unique
in the setting of a meeting.

To stand out.

It's the one area of my life
I feel part of the crowd.

We're going over the board
again, if you're interested.

I think I might have
found something.

Remember those white poly fibers
at both crime scenes?

They helped confirm
that Buros was there,

but the lab never identified
their source.

It could have been
anything though.

A car seat, a pillow.

His favorite stuffed teddy bear.

Okay, this is a stockpile
the ATF seized

from Buros's warehouse
a month ago.

Tell me if anything
jumps out at you.

Those knives are odd.

They're single-edged,
there's no point at the tips.

Those are
upholstery knives.

Used to cut foam
for furniture cushions.

I think that's where
the fibers came from.

You think he's cutting up
furniture to smuggle the guns.

Well, you could hide two dozen
pistols in one couch,

a few bigger ones,

wrap the whole thing in plastic,
and send it all south.

Well done, Watson.

You have found something
that the ATF did not.

Question is: where is Buros now?

Well, he's smart. He knows
that all the policemen

in the state
are looking for him.

If I were him,
I'd lie low.

I'd stash the guns and wait
for the heat to die down.

You're assuming that
he can wait at all.

A newswoman
was reviewing

the timeline of Buros's
crimes earlier.

She reeled at
the alacrity

with which he gunned down
two police officers.

Casey Hatem was killed just
48 hours after Alec Flynn.

But perhaps that's not
the timeline that matters.

Perhaps what matters is
that Hatem was killed

a mere 90 minutes
after the cancelation

of Flynn's funeral
was announced.

What's that got to do
with anything?

As you pointed out, Buros was
the most wanted of wanted men.

Killing two patrolmen in such
rapid succession was dangerous.

Foolhardy.

So, why take the risk?

So, what are you saying?

You think that he was working
off of some sort of deadline?

We know a very large stash
of his weapons was seized

less than a month ago.

What if he'd already made
arrangements to transport them?

Furthermore, what if
his customers were not the kind

of people to be kept waiting?

A drug cartel in Veracruz,
for example.

He's left fibers at two
separate crime scenes.

He's practically
shedding them.

I submit he's been
working furiously

to create hidey-holes
for the NYPD's guns.

He's been carving
up cushions

before he even
committed the robbery.

Maybe that's because the
weapon's mode of transportation

has a very strict
departure time.

Well, he can't be sending them
in small planes, obviously.

Not if he's
hiding them in sofas.

And a truck could leave
any time it wanted.

So that leaves cargo ships.

Could it be that finding
Mr. Buros is as simple

as identifying one

which is departing for
Veracruz with a manifest

that includes
a shipment of furniture?

Don't move!
Don't move!

There's a gun!
Watch his hands! Hands!

Niko Buros, you're under arrest.

Hope you didn't mind
the wake-up call.

Your buddy, DeMarco,

the one who brought the guns
to the port this morning,

he gave us your number
after we scooped him up.

We pinged it to
get your location.

Cuffs are too tight, man.

You noticed. Good.

They belonged
to Casey Hatem,

the cop you murdered in
Queens the other night.

Get used to them; you're
gonna be wearing them a lot.

Every time you
get transported,

every time you go to court,
he's gonna be with you.

That supposed to scare me?

It's supposed to remind you,
Niko, about what you did.

Who you hurt.

But don't worry, if
the cuffs don't work,

we'll find other ways.

It's hard...

...feeling alone.

Even when I'm around
my family, my friends.

Some of them know
what I went through.

What I'm still
going through.

But they don't get it,
not really.

That's why I'm so glad
for the meetings.

For all of you.

You may not be family,

but to me you're just
as important.

Thank you.

I-I've got nothing I want
to share tonight. Thank you.

Let's open it up
to a show of hands.

My name is George.

And I'm an addict.
- Hello, George.