All language subtitles for Elementary.S03E02.WEB-DL.x264.Hun.Eng-Krissz.en

Previously on Elementary...
Excuse me.

What's your problem?
My problem is I don't like being followed.

Your problem is that I know
what you look like now.

Don't move,
the police are on their way.

You work for Sherlock.

I don't work
for anyone.

I'm his new partner.

I'm a mentor, Watson.
I-I'm a teacher.

I realized it wasn't you
I was afraid of losing,

it was our
relationship.

Then I realized
I could do it again.

So you dug up that girl?
Kitty.

I told Captain Gregson
I was okay

with you coming back
to the precinct.

I'm even okay with, uh, Kitty.

I'm very glad to hear that.

We're still
not partners.

We'll work on our own cases,
of course.

But if you ever need
a consultation

or fresh eyes on something,
whatever...

I-I'm available.

As I am to you.

That's her, huh?

The new partner?

Miss Winter is
my prot�g�e,

not my partner.

The captain
insisted on

a thorough
vetting process,

including this
face-to-face,

before he grants his
approval that she assists me.

You're staring.

I'm just letting it
sink in.

You're really back.

You are as keen an observer
as ever, Detective.

Soon you will deduce
it is daytime,

and we are standing
in a police station.

So, where'd you find her? MI6?

She's, in fact, a civilian.

She was referred to me
by a colleague at Scotland Yard.

A boy had gone missing,

and she had some unique insights
into the matter.

She helped identify
his abductor,

and then insisted on
taking none of the credit.

I could not help but be reminded
of my younger self.

Of course, you couldn't.

Speaking of.

The homicide that's
been plaguing you,

the file on
your desk.

The file that was in my drawer?

The accumulated
coffee rings suggested

you were at an impasse.

The neighbor in apartment 3-B
is your killer.

The marks on
the victim

you were assuming were
fingernail scratches,

I submit they were made
by bird talons.

Specifically, those of
a blue-throated macaw.

The precinct had received
a number of complaints

about the noise of the parrot
in apartment 3-B,

all prior to the day
of the murder,

at which point
the complaints abruptly ceased.

So, my vic gets fed up
with the noise, kills the bird,

gets a few scratches
for his troubles,

then 3-B finds out
and kills him.

You're staring again.

I'm just letting it
sink in again.

You're really back.

� �

Hello?

Theo, I know you said
not to call.

Somebody's found me,
somebody knows.

Who is this?

Where's Theo?

This is Thomas Gregson
of the NYPD.

Mr. Fordham is unavailable.

Now, who am I
speaking to?

What happened?

Wh-What's going on?

Oh, my God.

There's someone here.
Sir?

No, please.
Try to stay calm.

Tell us where you are

No, no, no, no.
so that we can send help.

No! Look,
I'll give you anything.

Anything you want!

Sir?

Sir? Sir?

Hello? Hello?!

Hello?

Watson.

Hi.

The captain already asked me
to take this one.

Yes. Of course he did.

Might I ask you to consider
an extenuating circumstance?

Two men receive envelopes
from an anonymous sender.

Each envelope empty, except
for five orange plastic beads.

Then, within hours of one
another, both men are murdered.

It's unlikely
I'll find another case

even half as worthy
of my attention.

I could say the same thing.

And indeed you should.

Well, I guess
it was bound to happen.

Sometimes we're gonna be
interested in the same cases.

Sometimes.

Two bodies, two detectives?

What about your new friend?

Where's she?

I dispatched Kitty to the
site of the first murder.

The Crime Scene Unit
had a backlog last night,

and they're only
processing it just now.

So, she'll take photographs,
observe Detective Bell.

It's a somewhat menial task,
but she has much to learn.

The first victim was a lawyer
named Theodore Fordham.

Victim number two,
the man who was on the phone

with Gregson
before he was shot...

Elias Openshaw.

And you knew that how?

The Pipz, aka "the beads."

They're from a toy which was
implicated in the deaths

of a number
of children last year.

Mr. Openshaw ran the company
which manufactured them.

Mr. Fordham was his criminal
defense attorney.

Some of the Pipz,
you see, were poison.

Ordinarily, they were made
from non-toxic plastic.

But the factory in India
which produced them

exchanged one chemical for
another in order to save money,

and the resulting beads
metabolized

into a drug when swallowed.

The drug was GHB.

I saw enough GHB overdoses
during my ER rotation.

Club kids, date
rape victims...

So, how many children
swallowed the beads?

Nine that were
hospitalized.

Four of them
did not survive.

Explains why someone
wanted this guy dead.

So, these bruises
on his abdomen...

could be he was
hit by a car,

maybe a few weeks
before he died.

Another, less successful attempt
on his life, perhaps?

It's the captain, he wants
to see me about the case.

I'll tell him
you'll be joining.

Until his past caught up
with him last night,

Elias Openshaw had been
living as a fugitive.

Agent Boden here was point
on the Feds' search,

so I asked him to come in
and bring us up to speed.

The FBI charged
Openshaw with murder.

So, you believe he knew
the toys were poison

but sold them anyway.

We didn't believe, we had proof.

He issued a recall
after it was too late,

but we arrested him
and seized the inventory.

Then, while he was awaiting
trial, he skipped bail.

He'd been in hiding ever since.

But we always figured
his lawyer, Fordham,

was helping him stay at large.

Any suspects leap out based
on your knowledge of the case?

Starting, most obviously,

with the parents
of children who died?

Well, there's a list in there.

But aside from them...
no, not yet.

All right.

Thanks.

Hey, I heard you had a knack
for missing persons.

You know,
I've never been to London.

Hear it's a lot like New York.

I guess you guys don't
get the same number

of gun deaths over there
as we do, huh?

Not many countries do.

Oh, hey!
Don't!

I just wanted to make sure
you saw where you were going.

I wouldn't have stepped there.

I know what I'm doing.

I'll keep that in mind.

Sherlock, he sent
through a list

of the parents
whose children died.

The postal code the orange beads
were mailed from,

it matches the address of one
of the parents... Gabe Coleman.

I'll let the captain know.

I don't know what more
I can tell you

than what I already told
the other cops.

Other cops?

What other cops,
Mr. Coleman?

Somebody broke into
the building last night.

It was probably just some kids,
nobody was missing anything.

Some other cops came by... I told
them that I wasn't around.

Do you mind telling us
where you were last night?

Do you mind telling me
what this is about?

I assume you know the
name Elias Openshaw.

Of course I do.

Well, he was murdered
a little after 9:30 last night.

His lawyer
is dead, too.

Someone finally found him.

Openshaw.

Do you mind telling
us where you were

between the hours
of 9:00 p.m. and 10:00 p.m.?

Uh... working.

I, uh... in my car, mostly.

I service vending machines
around the city, night shift.

Was anyone with you?

No, I was alone.

Elias Openshaw took more than
your son from you, did he not?

In the aftermath
of that terrible tragedy,

you lost your career,

marriage.

I remember reading
about a Mrs. Coleman.

And it's apparent here
that you live alone.

You can appreciate why we would
want to speak with you

in the light
of Mr. Openshaw's murder.

Lots of people hated him.

It's true.

But whoever killed him
sent him a package.

An envelope from this zip code.

And that makes me the killer?

It make you a person of
interest. I didn't do it.

Well, then you wouldn't mind if
our guys look around the place?

You people... you're amazing.

You lose the guy
who murdered my son,

you put me through hell.

My wife...

And now, someone does your job
for you, and you just come here?

You harass me?

Mr. Coleman, you're not making
this easy.

Why should I?

Why should I make it easy
for you?

You want to accuse me
of something

I didn't do?

You want
to tear my apartment up,

you do it the hard way,
you get a warrant.

What if I'd been
an intruder?

I suppose you'd have gotten away
with my paint.

Yeah, paint.

Have you forgotten everything I
told you about my sensitivities?

I'm not allowed to move
in, make the place my own?

Mm. Watson never
felt the need.

Yeah, well, I'm not Watson.

How'd it go
with my suspect? Coleman?

He failed
to provide a compelling alibi,

and then refused to allow
the police to search his home.

I'm inclined
to think he's innocent.

For starters,
he seemed genuinely surprised

at the news of Openshaw's death.

Yeah, 'cause no one's ever
faked being surprised.

Yes, well, you weren't there.

No, I wasn't.

I was supposed to wait for you?

Allow our suspect
more time to flee?

Perhaps take another life?

I suppose it didn't matter,
then, did it?

The detail I spotted
was useless.

In point of fact,
your observation was the opposite of useless.

It is because
the envelopes were mailed

from Coleman's post code that
I believe he's not the killer.

His work takes him
all over the city.

Given the slightest instinct
for self-preservation,

could he not have just mailed
those beads from somewhere else?

Do you think
someone's setting him up?

I think
it's a distinct possibility.

I've said as much to Watson
and the captain.

Mr. Coleman's innocence,
on the other hand,

is a virtual certainty.

Mr. Coleman? Hi.

Um, I'm Joan. I met you earlier?

Yeah, you work with the captain.
I'm on my way to see him now.

Oh, I can take him. Thanks.

Do you mind me asking
what this is about?

I did it.

I killed Openshaw
and his lawyer.

Everything's in my car.

The beads that I used,
and the envelopes and the gun.

And I came here
because I want to confess.

So, ballistics has completed
their analysis

of the gun
that you surrendered.

Would you like to know
what they found?

They confirmed

it was the weapon used
to murder Openshaw and Fordham.

You sound surprised.

You look surprised.

Or rather, as though you didn't
know what I was going to say.

Earlier, you mentioned there had
been a break-in at your building

while you were away, but that
no one reported anything stolen.

See, I believe that's because

the intruder
planted things instead.

After we left,
you found a gun

and other evidence
hidden in your home.

And faced with the discovery
that you were being framed,

you decided to go along with it.

No.

I did it. I killed Openshaw
and his lawyer.

Did you?
So, who did you kill first?

I don't have to talk to you.

No, you don't.

But I can assure you...

I am the most likely
individual in the world

to prove that you are not
the real killer.

So if you want everyone
to keep believing that you are,

perhaps you should
make some effort

to persuade me
why I should allow it.

I don't have to tell you
anything except I did it.

I killed Openshaw.

I wanted to
for a long time.

I loved two people
in this world,

and I lost both of
them because of him.

Your son...
and your wife.

The wife who left you.

Things were never the
same after Dylan died.

Amy was angry...

At you.

That's what this is about,
is it not?

She wanted you
to do something.

I wanted to.

I was angry, too.

But I couldn't
do anything.

I couldn't even get out
of bed to go to work.

So let's say I
am being framed.

If that were true...

I'd take that fall.

I know it wouldn't
get Amy back,

but at least
she would know

that I'm the one
who got the guy.

But like I said,
no one's framing anyone.

Hey.

Hey. When am I going
to meet this Andrew guy?

I thought
we were supposed to get drinks.

We will. He's
just still in that

"hogging what little time
he gets with me" phase.

Sounds nice.

So, Hawes finished

examining the bruises
on Openshaw's body.

He thinks they might be
from a van or a small SUV,

maybe around three
or four weeks ago.

You think you could help me
dig into some traffic reports

around that time?

I'll make some calls.
Okay, thanks.

Sherlock. "Spoke again with

"FBI Agent Boden. All other
affected families ruled out

"as suspects.
Kitty and I

"en route to prosecutor of Pipz
case in hopes of new insight.

Please join."

What do you think of her?

The new... you. Kitty?

Oh, let's just say, we didn't
get off to the greatest start.

Hmm. I guess I'm still
getting to know her.

Yeah, but she seems pretty...
intense, right?

Oh, that's a word for it.

I don't mean to go
second-guessing the captain...

I know he signed off... but when
you were working with Holmes,

it was like
you helped keep him stable.

I look at this new girl.

Stable's not the first word
that comes to mind.

Anyway,

I'll let you know
if something turns up?

Thanks.

That was something.

Back at the station... what
you guessed about that man.

I never guess.

It's a shocking habit,

destructive
to the logical faculty.

We observe,

and then we deduce.

You invited Watson.

I did.

Did you think I couldn't
handle a simple meeting?

Did you forget
that we're co-consulting?

Watson.
Hey.

Kitty.

Mr. Holmes? Angela White,
Assistant U.S. Attorney.

These are my colleagues,
Miss Watson and Miss Winter.

Hi. Thank you very much for
taking the time to speak with us.

I've seen you on TV, haven't I?
Occupational hazard.

Come on back, let me see
if I can be of help.

I heard about Gabe Coleman's
arrest for the murders.

The whole thing
is just tragic.

Obviously, your

preparations would've brought
you in contact with Mr. Coleman.

Yeah, and I spoke with him
and his wife many times,

along with the other families
who lost their children.

Guys, you can finish that later.
Thanks.

"Osamashaw."

Oh. Bad joke.

One of my staffers.

Some journalist wrote

that Openshaw was
this office's bin Laden.

We knew he was out there,
we just couldn't find him.

You know,
the frustrating thing was

that we had him dead to rights.

We had a paper trail proving
that this guy knew

the toys were poison,
and he rolled the dice

with the kids' lives anyway.

You know, if Mr. Coleman
had just come to us,

if he told us
that he'd located Mr. Openshaw,

none of this had to happen.
Well, actually, Miss White,

we've come here because
we believe that recent events

may be more tragic
than you imagine.

We think Gabe Coleman
is innocent.

We?
We were hoping you might be able

to steer us in
another direction.

I'm sorry.
I heard he'd confessed.

He did. We think
he's covering up for someone.

Have you looked
into the other parents?

Alibis all around. Well, I'm sorry.
I don't see how I can help.

You were surveilling the other
victim, Openshaw's lawyer?

The FBI was,
at my instruction, yes.

We didn't violate privilege,

but as long as he was in public,
we were allowed to tail him.

We were hoping
he'd lead us to Openshaw.

It seems likely from
Mr. Fordham's death

that somebody else had
a very similar idea.

Perhaps reviewing
the surveillance footage

that you have would help us
identify that individual,

so, we would be
quite happy to...

No. No, I'm sorry.
That won't be possible.

When we were
watching Fordham,

he was regularly interacting
with his other clients.

I have a duty to protect
their confidentiality.

Hmm. But we can look at
the footage internally.

If anything jumps out...

Your people can't do
the job that we can.

I'm sorry?

Me and Mr. Holmes.

We can find things
that they won't.

Maybe you're like
Mr. Coleman.

Maybe you don't want us
to find the killer.

Maybe that's something the media
would be curious to hear.

I think what my colleague
is trying to say...

It was a pleasure meeting you.

I will be in touch.

I screwed up, okay?

I know I screwed up.
You don't have to say it.

Oh, no, I want to.

You just accused an assistant
U.S. attorney of obstruction.

You've dashed any chance
we might have had

of reviewing their surveillance
of Openshaw's lawyer.

I was trying something.

Yes. Something stupid.

How many times do
I have to tell you?

You are not in
competition with Watson.

Ever since you started
back up with her,

it's like I've been demoted.

You used me in London,
you gave me real work to do.

Now I'm photographing
bloody crime scenes,

watching her conduct interviews.

Did it ever occur to you

I might have invited her
to join us for your benefit?

That putting you in a
room as she and I work

might be a chance
for you to observe?

Why are we even bothering
with this one?

This one what?
This case.

Two pieces of excrement
are dead.

The father wants to take credit.

It's helping him, so why can't
we just give him his peace?

You can't honestly believe
that life in prison

is going to feel like peace
for very long.

And your opinion of Messrs.
Openshaw and Fordham aside,

we know very little
about the actual motives

of an actual killer
who is still at large.

I would've thought that you,
more than most,

would be unwilling to allow
a murderer to roam free

simply because the world accepts
an inaccurate account of things.

Hey.
Hey.

I was just about
to call you.

I got a hit on
those traffic reports

you asked me to look into.

The driver
of a paratransit van

was involved in an incident
a few weeks ago.

He's on his way in
for an interview.

I thought
you'd want to join.

Should I let Holmes know, too?

Um...

Sure, the more the merrier,
right?

I don't know what you
want me to say.

I don't want any trouble.

Mr. Azeem,
I promise you.

You're not in any trouble,

and no one wants
to cause you any.

We just want to hear
what happened.

Is this the man you hit
with your van or not?

I'm turning onto Lexington.

The light turns green.

I go, and he runs
in front of my van.

I stop... but I hit him.

I get out, I try to help,
but he runs away.

That's it?

Nothing else?

Please. Tell me what you want me
to say and I will say it.

Mr. Azeem.

If it's any help,

neither one of us are
citizens of this country.

You have our assurance,
there will be no retribution

against you for anything
that you say.

Our only interest is the truth.

When the man stand up,
they stare at each other.

Like he sees the devil.

And then they both hurry off.

They both? So, Openshaw
was staring at someone?

Did you see who it was?

What?

You're playing games with me.

I don't want
any trouble.

Mr. Azeem,

what has happened,
since coming into this room,

that gives you the impression

we're trying to entrap you?

She is important lady.

Her picture is right there.

Wait a second.

You're saying you saw
these two people,

together, three weeks ago?

Mm-hmm.

Why don't you excuse us
for a second, all right?

Three weeks ago?

That's when Openshaw
was on the lam.

What was it Miss White
called him?

Her personal bin Laden?

It sounds like they crossed
paths by accident.

Sure. But who bumps into their
bin Laden on the street

and doesn't tell anyone?

It never happened.
You did not cross paths

with Mr. Openshaw
three weeks ago?

Of course not.
Well, like I said,

we got a witness
who says otherwise.

You said it yourself yesterday,

I'm on the news a lot.

This van driver of yours
must've recognized me

and gotten confused.

It happens with witness
testimony all the time.

It's true.

You are on the news a lot.

I went back and reviewed
some of the footage I'd seen.

They say you're a rising
political star,

that the New York U.S.
Attorney's office

is traditionally
a stepping stone,

and you're a shoo-in to run
for congress next cycle.

Must have been a boon
to your political aspirations

to no longer have
Openshaw's disappearance

hanging over your head.

I'm sorry, now you're
accusing me of murder?

This is absurd.
We know that Openshaw

was in contact with his lawyer,
Mr. Fordham.

We know that
Fordham's office

is not very far from where
this incident took place.

As it turns out,
neither is the office

of your campaign's
exploratory committee.

So, it's not unreasonable
to think

that you were in the area
for a meeting.

I was champing at the bit
to take on Openshaw in court.

That would have played well
with the voters.

Then let us see your calendar
from three weeks ago.

Clear this whole thing up.

I've done nothing but cooperate
with you.

But now you're insulting me.

Get out.

You believe a word she says?

Angela White.

It's a well documented
enough phenomenon.

A witness confuses a face

they've seen in another context
with one concerned with a crime.

Never the less,
I have my doubts.

There's something else I wanted
to talk to you about.

Marcus and I were talking
yesterday

about Kitty.

Oh?

Yeah, we both
had a few concerns,

so I decided to run
a background check.

Was there some question
you didn't think

you could simply ask me?

Well, I'm asking you now.

Were you aware that her records

in the U.K.
only date back five years?

Before then,
Kitty Winter didn't exist.

I told you,
her given name is Kathryn.

You honestly think
I didn't look into that, too?

You knew, didn't you?

Did you think I would just place
an ad in the classifieds,

"Detective seeks prot�g�e,
no questions asked"?

Is she a criminal?
Certainly not.

Then what is she?

What have you gotten
Captain Gregson into?

This chance encounter between
Miss White and Openshaw.

It casts her withholding
of Fordham's surveillance

in a new light,
does it not?

Yes, I guess it does.

It's likely her concern
had more to do

with protecting herself
than Fordham's other clients.

I think I know
who we should ask why.

Agent Boden,

you were in charge of
the surveillance unit

tailing Fordham.

If you knew he was in
contact with Openshaw,

if you knew Openshaw had
crossed paths with Ms. White...

I didn't.

She wasn't your boss,

but she had a lot of pull,
right?

Rising star
and all that?

She didn't tell you
to back off,

forget about what you saw?

Hey, you've got this all wrong.

Then by all means,
enlighten us.

Your word you won't come
after me for any of it.

Depends on what I hear.

Angela's case was falling apart

even before Openshaw
skipped bail.

She would've lost
if it went to trial.

I thought it was a slam dunk...
you guys had a paper trail.

We did, but then, while her
office was preparing for trial,

a file box went missing.

And there was evidence in it.

A clerical error, or something.

We lost shipping orders,

the memos that showed

Openshaw knew the beads
were poison.

Whole case gone.

So, you're saying the government
just didn't

have any evidence
to convict Openshaw.

All the charges should've
been dropped then, no?

When I heard about it,
I thought the same thing.

But Angela
never even considered it.

She couldn't,
it was too high-profile,

and she was about to run
for office.

If it had come out
that Openshaw walked

because she lost evidence,

the press would've
eaten her alive.

Her political career
would've been over

before it even started.

Next thing I know,
Openshaw's in the wind.

And when we start
tailing Fordham,

hoping he'll
lead us to him,

I see him and Angela having
secret meetings instead.

In parking garages,
diners,

these out-of-the-way places.

You ask her about the meetings?

Of course I did.

She said she and Fordham
were talking off the books,

trying to get Openshaw
to come in, so I let it go.

But if you're telling me she
literally ran into Openshaw...

I swear, I never could've
imagined she would kill anyone.

I am an Assistant
U.S. Attorney.

I'm going to have
your badge for this.

Bank transfers

between you and Openshaw's
lawyer, Fordham.

You did a pretty good
job of hiding them,

but, uh, they weren't
too hard to find

once we knew what
we were looking for.

Theo Fordham knew exactly
what papers were seized

from his client's office.

When the memos that proved
his client knew about the beads

didn't show up
in your court filings,

he realized something was wrong.

If he'd been a more
reputable lawyer,

he would have gone straight
to a judge

and gotten the case dismissed.

But conscious of
your promising

political career,

and knowing that
you couldn't afford to lose,

he decided to blackmail you
instead.

Why win one case for
a despicable client

when he could have
a future congresswoman

in his pocket instead?

For his gambit to pay off,
however,

he needed your political career
to survive.

Openshaw's disappearance,

arguably the least
embarrassing outcome

for you at this point,
became mutually beneficial.

Go ahead.

Give us some other reason why

you were paying off
an opposing counsel.

But remember,
we have the driver

in the van who saw you
with Openshaw in the street.

You're right.

About most of it.

Fordham was blackmailing me.

We did agree to have Openshaw
skip bail.

But I had nothing to do
with those murders.

I transferred money
into the account

I used to pay Fordham
yesterday morning.

After he and Openshaw
were dead.

I hadn't heard yet.

Yeah, we noticed... that
doesn't prove anything.

No. But you're
obviously very smart.

Ask yourself this:
Why would I do that?

Just in case you accused me
of murder this morning?

According to you,
I'd gone to great lengths

to frame Gabe Coleman.

Why not let that
play out?

And while we're on the subject
of frame-ups,

who pointed you in my direction?

The FBI saw your secret meetings
with Fordham.

Boden?

Boden said he saw
the meetings?

He was in charge of the
surveillance of Fordham,

was he not?

Yeah, at my instruction.

I knew their schedule.

I knew where they were
every minute of every day.

What kind of an idiot
would I have to be

to meet Fordham
knowing they were watching?

This isn't a courtroom,
Miss White.

We are not a jury.

No. You're an officer
of the law.

So I recommend
you have a conversation

with Special Agent Boden
as soon as possible.

I never told the FBI about the
materials that went missing.

So if Boden knew,
I have to think

he was the one who took them.

Why would he do that?

I have no idea.

But when you find him,
you might want to ask him

if he had a reason for killing
Openshaw and Fordham.

Because I didn't do it.

Captain, a word?

Easy to see why she enjoyed so
much success in the courtroom.

Do you believe her?

She made a lot
of good points.

I propose a second visit
to Mr. Boden's home.

Go, go, go!

Clear!

Two more left.

Clear.

ESU CAPTAIN
All clear here, Captain.

Looks like he packed in a hurry.

He's gone.

Captain said the FBI's cooperating
fully with the search,

but Boden has not been back
to his office, has not been

in touch with his partner,
colleagues or family.

Have a look
at this.

Says he asked to be assigned
to the Pipz case

after Openshaw
had been arrested.

Mm. Sort of a strange time
to come on board.

Not if the point was to gain
access to incriminating memos.

The FBI handles the
transport of evidence to

and from the U.S.
Attorney's office.

So by getting
himself assigned,

he put himself in
the perfect position

to steal the files
from Ms. White

and later find
and murder Openshaw.

Do you think he was related
to one of the affected families?

Not according
to anything

the FBI has shared with us.

Well, maybe he
tangled with Openshaw

and Fordham in the past.

No record
of that either.

You realize
that makes no sense.

You're saying this man, Boden,

stole the only evidence
against Openshaw, helping him,

only to then track him down
and kill him months later?

Why would he do both?

That is the question,
is it not?

Um, Kitty.

I'm not allowed to look at the
Pipz the government seized?

Of course you are.
It's just...

I wish I had one
right now.

A Pip.

Or is it a Pipz?

I'd take one.
Maybe two.

Take myself
a right old nap.

Sorry, he's an addict,
isn't he?

Not supposed to talk
about drugs, certainly not right

in front of him.
It's just I find it quite hard

to keep more than a single
thought in my head at one time.

Perhaps you should turn in
for the night.

I'm gonna go out.

Give you two your space.

Let me know how it works out.

Come with me for a moment,
would you?

How long has that been there?

What is it?

The answers to your
questions about Kitty.

You want to know why her records
only go back five years.

The truth is, she was a victim
of a horrific crime.

It left scars.

Not to mention a rather strong
desire for a new identity.

What kind of crime?
She was taken.

By a man.

I didn't tell you
because she wouldn't want me to.

She has no wish to be defined
by her victimhood,

especially not here,

where she is attempting
yet another new start.

But since you've already run
your background check...

The captain is aware.

I told her he would have to know

if she wished to assist me
in my work at the precinct.

I'm sorry.

Don't be.
I would've done the same thing. No,

not about the background check.
I'm sorry about...

whatever happened to her.

She's strong, Watson. Smart.

The training I'm attempting
to provide her,

the same training
I provided you,

for her has an ulterior motive.

It is, in part, an attempt
to channel certain...

residual feelings that she has
into a productive skill.

I believe she will make
an excellent investigator.

Just not today.

She's right,
you know.

It doesn't make
any sense.

Why would Boden help Openshaw
get away with murder

and then kill him
a few months later?

What if the two events
you were describing,

helping Openshaw
and killing him,

were not part of the same plan

but rather
two independent attempts

to achieve the same effect?

Which was?
An end to the criminal proceedings.

Stealing the memos should
have forced Angela White

to drop the case.

But instead it had the
unintended opposite effect:

Fordham blackmailed
her, Openshaw fled

and the case was left in
permanent legal limbo.

So Boden killed Openshaw
and his lawyer.

With no one left
to prosecute,

the case was brought
to a proper conclusion.

But why would Boden care
about that?

GREGSON Agent Boden,
step out of the vehicle.

Stop right there!
Hands behind your head!

There's a term
in psychology circles,

"functional fixedness,"

the understanding we develop
as the brain matures that

a given object
has a given function.

In layman's terms,

it's "the right tool
for the right job."

Creativity, on the other hand,

is often defined as the freedom

from so limiting
a cognitive bias.

To his credit, Agent Boden
has shown remarkable creativity.

Everyone else

looked at the seized inventory
from Openshaw's company

and they see a batch
of poisoned toys.

Agent Boden looked
at the very same inventory...

And saw millions of dollars

in street value of GHB.

Drug evidence
is typically handled

with very high security,

even when it's being transported
for destruction.

Because no one else
saw the Pipz that way,

Boden saw an opportunity
for making millions,

simply by paying off a single
worker at a waste facility.

All he had to
do to collect

was get the government
to release the Pipz.

Took him a couple of tries.
Killing Openshaw

and Fordham
finally did the trick.

You asked some good questions
last night.

It's a shame
you weren't there

when the solution
presented itself.

If you're looking
for an apology...

They say that genius
is an infinite capacity

for taking pains.

It's a very bad
definition,

but it does apply
to detective work.

You want
to be a detective, Kitty,

accept
that you'll be taking pains.

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Sherlock around?

Meeting.

I'm taking the opportunity
to go through

some of the work
you two did in the old days.

Some good stuff here.

Sherlock gave me
an envelope.

He said
it would help me understand you

a little bit better.

Or at least who you were
five years ago.

He told me.

You had to see it.

Same as the captain.

Just the way it is.

Actually, I haven't seen
anything. I didn't open it.

I figured if the captain
has everything he needs then...

you know.

Anyway, I thought
you'd want to know.

I'm supposed to run that back
to Sherlock now, am I?

Just read it.

The stuff that's inside, it's...

articles, mostly.

There's an
assessment or two.

I want you to.

Sherlock
keeps saying

that I need to get
a better sense of you,

and maybe that will give you
a better sense of me.

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