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Previously on Elementary...

You work for Sherlock.

She's not my partner.

She's my protégée.

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

It was our
relationship.

The mechanics of it,
the give and the take.

So I realized
I could do it again.

Were you aware that
her records in the UK

only date back
five years?

Before then,
Kitty Winter didn't exist.

You think that
Kitty needs help

above and beyond
my mentorship?

You read the same file I did.

She's a rape victim.

The training I'm attempting
to provide her is

the same training
I provided to you.

It is, in part, an
attempt to channel

certain residual feelings
that she has

into a productive skill.

I want it-- I want every bit

of what he's offered me,
of what he offered you.

But if I've learned one thing,
it's that he can't pull it off.

Not by himself,
anyway.

What do you say, Watson?

Will you help me?

WATSON: So, did he behave
himself while I was gone?

KITTY: That depends. Are you
talking about the frowny one

with the hard shell,
or do you mean Clyde?

Take your pick.

Sherlock's good.

He had me pretty busy
while you were in Denmark.

(cell phone buzzes)

What's up?

Master beckons.

"Go" the number two "Map Room,
39th Street Library, posthaste.

Contact Rafael,
curator, upon arrival."

I guess he needs
a map posthaste.

It's fine, it's
brilliant, actually.

He's been giving me
a lot more responsibility.

The way I see it,
the chores are my tuition.

(cell phone buzzes)

Look, if you want
the benefit of my experience,

he knows you see it that way.

And he'll take advantage
if you let him,

so, once in a while,
it's good to make him wait.

I almost did last night.

I had plans.

I've gotten
to know this group

at the coffee house
near the brownstone.

We were gonna go for drinks.

I think it's good that
you're making friends.

Friends that are
not Sherlock.

Well, he needed me,
so I dropped out.

(cell phone chimes)

"Know Kitty is with you.

"Please remind that
her phone notifies sender

when she has received
and read a text."

(cell phone chimes)

"As does yours."

Enjoy your day,
Watson.

So, I'm not here
to pick up a map?

No, I was very clear
with Mr. Holmes.

There was a robbery.

I think it was
one of the guards.

A man by the name
of Gerald Vogel.

He didn't show up for
his shift last night.

I tried calling him,
but he didn't answer.

I checked his rounds from
the night before last,

that's when I noticed
the maps were gone.

Were the drawers like
this when you found them?

No, I opened them.

I'm still
going through them,

but so far these are the drawers
the maps were taken from.

Did you have
surveillance?

Disabled.

More reason for you
to suspect Mr. Vogel.

I hope you don't
mind me asking,

but, uh, why isn't
Mr. Holmes here?

Miss Hudson specifically
recommended him.

He's finishing up
some other business.

I hope she conveyed to you
the importance of discretion.

(chuckles nervously)

I mean, if it got out

that we couldn't keep
our own collection safe,

private benefactors
would stop donating,

a-and I know our insurer
would have plenty to say.

Mr. Holmes and I are nothing
if not discreet.

Good, because all we want

is to find Gerald
and recover the maps.

Provided he cooperates,
we won't press charges.

You might be getting
ahead of yourself.

Your missing guard
may be innocent.

These, um, scratches
in the first few drawers,

it looks like someone's tried
to pick the locks.

But on this last drawer...

...no scratches.

Suggesting that
when he realized

that his skills
weren't up to snuff,

he went looking
for someone who had keys.

I don't think your guard
is the thief,

I think he's
just the helper.

Wait, by "helper"
do you mean "accomplice"?

Or do you think someone
forced Gerald to do it?

There were other
guards on duty

the night he went
missing, right?

Of course.

Look, if this turns out
not to be an inside job,

I still hope you can
resolve this quietly.

Your concern for Mr. Vogel
is quite touching.

Wait, you're not calling
the police, are you?

I'm calling Sherlock,
you should call the police.

So, how did you know
to look in here?

There were other guards
making their rounds

the night of the robbery.

Even though the thief
disabled the cameras,

walking Mr. Vogel out at
gunpoint wasn't an option,

so, whatever he did, he had
to do it quickly and quietly,

and in here.

So, he strangled him.

Her first hidden corpse.

You must be so proud.

You jest,
but indeed I am.

Can't put a price
on that kind of training.

GREGSON: So, you said your
friend referred you

to this curator?

At first, she thought
it was a matter

which could be
handled internally,

but when it became
more than that,

Kitty called me,
I called Watson.

And Rafael called you.

I must say, I
find it alarming

that we were able to get here
before you and your men.

We were called simultaneously.

If you'd like,
I could share my analysis

of midtown traffic patterns.

We're good, thanks.

Anyway, gave me
some time to make

a few observations of my own.

I've come to the conclusion
that much of this crime

is smokescreen,

unnecessary noise to cover
the thief's actual objective.

So, you don't think he was
here to steal maps.

I think he was here
to steal a map.

Or at least I'm raising
that possibility.

Before you got here,
he pointed out

that most of these drawers were
chosen because of convenience.

These are the first drawers
that one encounters

upon entering this aisle and
are at an easy height to reach.

That drawer, however, is the
very opposite of convenient.

Only one map was removed.

I submit that it alone was
the thief's intended prize.

Do we have an inventory
of what's missing?

Rafael!

We recently created
a catalog

of high-res scans
of our collection.

This is the map that's gone
missing from the far drawer.

"The County of King James,
Virginia, 1794."

It's the only known copy.

But it's not actually
the most valuable

of the maps that were taken.

How much are
we talking?

We haven't appraised it
in some time,

but I'd put it
in the $200,000 range.

But the map taken
from that drawer there

is worth twice that much.

But you think this one
was the real target?

WATSON: "On permanent loan
from Hollis Bray,

October 1951."

That name is familiar to you?

Yeah, I've seen his name
on the walls of hospital wings.

Obviously, he's
passed away now.

But his family still runs
an active charity.

If the map is on loan, it means
the Bray family still owns it.

So perhaps one of them can tell
us what's so special about it.

WOMAN: I don't think
anyone has thought

about the things my granddad
loaned the library in decades.

And can't imagine how anyone
even knew the map was there.

The library recently
scanned its collection

and made it available
on the Internet.

So it's possible whoever stole
the map learned of its existence

via their Web site.

That's it, isn't it?

Yes.

Uh, my family is originally
from that part of Virginia.

For someone who was just told
$200,000 was stolen from them,

you don't seem
very concerned.

I don't think
the number seems real.

I only just learned
of this map's existence

when you walked in here.

So it's unlikely
you could tell us

why the thief may
have targeted that map?

I'm sorry, but it's obviously
not a treasure map.

It's not like there was gold
buried in King James County.

If there was, my granddad
would have dug it up

a very long time ago.

Perhaps your smokescreen
theory is wrong.

Miss Bray, you have
relationships

with several other
archives in the city.

To do your
philanthropic work, yes?

Uh, yeah, lots. Why?

Well, we first
learned of this case

because the library was too
embarrassed to report the crime.

The crime itself,
meanwhile, displays

a degree of, uh,
discrimination,

on the part of the thief,
a certain expertise.

So, you think
he committed other thefts,

but the victims
didn't come forward.

It's possible such crimes
may provide vital data

with which to catch him.

Now, a friendly face,
such as yours,

together with an assurance
from us

that we will be
as discreet as possible,

that might persuade other
organizations to talk.

Of course, I'd be
happy to help.

(doorbell rings)

Kitty?

I have some more
of Clyde's things.

Uh, some toys, treats,
couple of cozies.

Sherlock thought that
he might be needing them.

Oh, that was
thoughtful, I guess.

But I thought you were gonna try

and meet your friends
again tonight.

I was, but you know how it is.

Duty calls.

What does this have
to do with detective work?

It's just one
of tonight's errands.

He had some luck
with that Bray woman.

She called some archives
and the like,

got us some information
on other thefts.

So I'm just off
to gather it up.

What is Sherlock doing?

When I left, he was waxing
his singlestick.

Sorry, that's not a euphemism.

He was literally...

I know.

There'll be other nights
for drinks.

In the meantime,
Sherlock's data awaits.

(rattling)

What do you think
you're doing?

I think I'm picking
the lock again.

You keep doing this--
you ask me to come over

and then you don't answer
the door when I ring.

I mean-- why are you picking
the lock so noisily?

Why not just announce
the position

of your cranium
to an awaiting gunman.

(sighs) What is it you
wanted to show me?

Productive night?

Exceedingly.

If fortune is on our side,

Captain Gregson and his finest
should be apprehending

our killer as we speak.

Kitty will be
apprising me presently.

I take it all of this
helped you find him?

"Know your enemy
as yourself," Watson.

As I suspected when I asked
Margaret Bray for help,

our thief is both
a specialist in his field

and a student of its past.

I identified
three more archives,

which I believe were robbed
by the same individual.

In the days leading up
to each robbery,

including the one
at the 39th Street Library,

someone signed into the guest
log under the alias

René Duchez.

So, you think
the thief was using it

to case out the locations.

Duchez was a French
Resistance member

who stole the map
of Germany's Atlantic Wall,

their fortifications along
the western coast of Europe.

And this map was crucial to
the allied invasion at Normandy.

It's kind of a strange
specialty for a thief, huh?

Maps.
Not at all.

In fact, all of history can
be viewed through the lens

of who stole
whose maps.

Each discovery, every war,
the rise and fall of empires,

all turned
on cartographic espionage.

It is this intrigue
that creates their allure

which fuels
the collectors' frenzy.

Now, our thief
fancies himself

a follower in this
grand tradition,

so it occurred to me--
he's either a collector himself

or he's selling his wares
to other enthusiasts.

Well, collectors don't tend
to get their hands dirty,

so I'm guessing
it's a seller.

I began with
the same assumption.

He would need somewhere
for his customers

to receive their goods,
wouldn't he?

A front business,
perhaps?

We know he admires
René Duchez,

so I searched for aptly
named enterprises, and...

...voilà.

A frame shop in Brooklyn called,
"Atlantic Wall Décor."

Now, that would not be
compelling in and of itself.

But the owner of said shop,
Stuart Zupko,

was once
a cartography student.

Got his first burglary
conviction in 2007.

It seems he's cultivated
himself a niche.

(cell phone chimes)

What is it?
It's Kitty.

The police have indeed
found Mr. Zupko.

Oh, that's a good
thing, isn't it?

GREGSON: The good news is it
looks like Zupko was our guy.

We found all the maps that
were taken from the library.

Including the Bray map.

It was the only one
that was laid out.

Zupko must have been
standing here.

Obviously, he was examining
the map when he was killed.

Or displaying
it for a buyer.

WATSON:
That would make sense.

There are no signs
of a break-in.

KITTY:
But if Sherlock was right,

if the robbery at the
library really was

all about
the Bray map,

and if that's
what this is about,

then why would Zupko's killer
leave the map behind?

'Cause this is not the Bray map.

It's a fake.

KITTY:
Certainly looks real,
doesn't it?

It helps that the paper
is the right age.

It's about two and a quarter
centuries, give or take.

But you're sure
that it's a fake.

Mr. Holmes could tell
right away.

Maps like that were engraved
on copper plates,

and then they were printed
onto paper using a press.

You can feel where the paper is
slightly raised where the ink is

'cause that's where the
copper was carved away.

The thing is-- someone washed
off a different image

from that paper and then used
it to make their own forgery.

Gonna have to take
your word for it.

We had an expert
run some tests.

He determined that the ink
was produced in the 1940s,

a few years before
your grandfather loaned

the library the map.

I don't understand.

Are you saying that
he gave them a fake?

That it-it was fake all along?

It's a possibility.

Well, I don't know
what to say.

Obviously, he wouldn't
have given it

to the library
knowingly.

What-what would he have
stood to gain?

All right, just so
we're clear, Miss Bray,

no one's trying to embarrass
you or your family.

The reason we're
sharing this is--

the last person to handle
that map is dead.

There's a theory of evidence
that suggests

that Stuart Zupko was
hired to steal it.

And then when the buyer
realized it was a fake,

they killed him.

GREGSON: If we're right, the
buyer may still be looking

for the real map, which was last
in your family's possession.

Are you saying
that I'm in danger?

I'm saying you should
keep your eyes open.

If you see anything
out of the ordinary

or if anyone tries
to contact you,

you should call us.

(door closes)

Was I quiet enough for you?

I picked the lock again.

So you did.

WATSON:
You asked me to come here,
so why do I get the feeling

that I'm interrupting?

We can now say with
reasonable certainty

that Stuart Zupko
killed the guard

at the 39th
Street Library.

If I am right that
he was in turn killed

by one of his
map-obsessed customers,

it behooves us to identify
them, does it not?

Is she supposed
to be a map collector?

I've spoken with
some of the city's

more reputable
auction houses,

and I have discovered

that the Bray map was originally

one plate from an atlas entitled

Smythe's Virginia.

Edward Smythe, the early
American surveyor

who drew the maps, is
currently very much in vogue.

Now, the process of
dismantling atlases

and selling
their individual maps

has long been common
amongst collectors.

This, in turn, has created an
even more lucrative market

for reassembling
the books.

Okay, so how much is a restored
Smythe's Virginia worth?

Far more than the
sum of its parts.

Several million,
at least.

So, if someone were close
to completing their copy...

Would explain
why that person

only really cared
about the Bray map.

Now, there is a collector
named Austin Cornblatt.

He's been trying to assemble
a copy of the atlas.

He's bid very aggressively for
plates in several auctions.

He could be a
viable suspect.

If not, he might
have some insights

into others who've
sought them out.

Well, still doesn't
explain the, um...

Earlier this morning,

I initiated a dialogue
with Mr. Cornblatt

under false pretenses.

You are currently
speaking with Amber1776,

an obsequious
American history major

who's been fawning
over his collection.

I enjoy water sports and
people who don't suck.

You are a honey trap.

I'm a patriot.

And over our
last exchanges,

I've deftly steered
the conversation

towards him letting me
see a copy of his atlas.

He shows me his
Virginia...

I-I get it.

I had hoped to
hear back from him

by the time you arrived,
but depending on

whether he's married,
and whether or not

Mrs. Cornblatt
shares his computer,

might take some time.

Where's Kitty?

Office supply run.

I require staples.

(clicks)

Been running her a little
ragged lately, haven't you?

Kitty.

My instruction is not
for the weakhearted, Watson.

You know this.

Well, she's trying to be
a little more social lately,

so you might want
to ease up on her.

Get your own protégé,
Watson.

I'm just saying, I think
it's a good step for her.

So, if it means giving her
a little more free time,

then I'm willing to
pick up the slack.

And I'm not gonna run out and
get you staples or anything,

but if you are working on a
case, and you need a second

set of eyes and someone to
talk to, then you can call me.

I couldn't before?

Of course you could...

You asked me to be
a part of her life,

to help her learn...

(cell phone buzzes)

It's Cornblatt.

He regrets to report

that he no longer has the
unfinished Smythe's Virginia.

Gave up that hobby and
sold it to an anonymous buyer

several months ago.

Got a ridiculously high price
for it, he wants Amber to know.

Well, if we don't know
the name of the buyer,

then how is Amber gonna
send him dirty pictures?

You underestimate
her resolve.

Austin Cornblatt.

Detective Marcus
Bell, NYPD.

You had an online
conversation earlier today

with someone
named Amber1776?

Oh, God.

Please don't tell me
she's under 18.

Amber is definitely not what
she represented herself to be.

My life is over.

All right, Mr.
Cornblatt, slow down.

You're not in
any trouble.

You didn't do
anything illegal.

You mentioned that you sold an
atlas called Smythe's Virginia

to an anonymous buyer.

You're kidding me.

She was actually
interested in that?

The department is trying
to locate the buyer.

So, we'd like your
permission to look

at your bank
transfer records,

shipping info,
anything you might have

that would help us identify
who bought the atlas.

And if I help you?

No one ever
finds out about Amber?

All that stays
between us.

I can do better
than bank records.

I was contacted
by a law firm.

I'll give you
the name.

They acted as intermediary
for the sale.

Well, she apologizes
again and swears again

that she passed
our message

about the atlas
on to her bosses.

Someone will be out
to speak to us shortly.

There's a helicopter
landing on the roof.

Can't hear that, can you?

Actually, I can.

It's a Sikorsky S-92,
a 2010 model.

Mm, the rotor is pulling
a little bit to the left.

You mock what
you do not understand.

You have great hearing,
I understand.

So this lot
from the coffee shop--

she's mentioned
them to you-- Kitty.

Mm-hmm.

She told you about them, too?

In so many words.

Is there something wrong
with them?

There's a young man
among their number.

Okay, so she likes the guy.

I might've caught a glimpse
of a text message,

quite unintentionally,
you understand?
Oh, my God.

You've been keeping
her busy on purpose!

WOMAN:
Miss Watson?

Mr. Holmes.

Sharon Tavener.

I'm one of the partners.

Sorry to keep you
waiting so long.

You had us at a disadvantage.

Now we're all caught up.

Please, follow me.

Sherlock Holmes, Joan Watson?

William Hull.

The name is familiar,

I take it?
HOLMES: Indeed.

William Hull, real
estate magnate.

A man whose eponymous
monstrosities

have been scouring the
Manhattan skyline for decades.

I was given a brief on you.

You don't disappoint.

Please.

So, that was your helicopter
landing on the roof?

We weren't just waiting

for your lawyers
to figure out who we were.

You wanted to be here in person.

HULL:
You two have
quite a reputation.

I thought you deserved

a face-to-face.
HOLMES: Obviously

you were the anonymous buyer

of Austin Cornblatt's atlas.

I brought it with me because
you told the receptionist

you were interested in it.
You want it?

Take it. It's yours.

Actually we're more interested
in the map it once contained.

The one that the Bray family
gave to that library, right?

You're aware of it?
I watch the news.

I know that the one
that turned up is a fake.

I'm interested in the original,
same as you.

Hearing that the Brays

owned a copy is the closest

I've come to finding one.

Which is the other reason
I'm here.

I'd like to hire you
to find it for me.

Mr. Hull, are you
familiar with a man

by the name of Stuart Zupko?

The thief. The dead one.

You're wondering
if I made him the same offer?

I didn't. Never even heard
of him before yesterday.

You have my word.

Oh, well, now that
we have your word.

(laughs)
I have information that I think

might help you with your case.

Information
about a certain third party.

A third party with their
own designs on the map.

And the reason
you have until now

ignored your civic duty and kept
this information to yourself?

Is that I can't be sure
that they're behind all this.

I could be exposing myself
to a lawsuit.

Come on, think about it.

If I had anything
to do with the crimes,

would I be so stupid
as to identify myself to you?

I could have just
told my attorneys

to send you on your way.

So, come on, work for me.

If I'm right about

the other party,
you won't just be making

an obscene amount of money.

You'll be bringing
a criminal to justice.

Isn't that what really matters?

That was abrupt.

But satisfying, no?

Well, should we call
Captain Gregson?

So that Hull
and his cronies can deny

this meeting ever took place?
What's the point?

Well, he said it himself.

He might know who hired Zupko.

Bollocks. If he did, he would've

passed that information
to the police the same way

he bought that atlas.
Anonymously.

No. The real purpose
of this meeting

was to buy our allegiance.

He knows that we seek
the Bray map.

And in the event we find it,
he wants to ensure we pass it

to no one but him.
If the whole point

of acquiring the map is
to complete the atlas,

then why did he just offer
to give us his copy?

Because completing the atlas
is not the point.
(door closes)

He obviously
couldn't care less

about its value
as a collectable.

And if it's irrelevant to him,

I predict it's
equally irrelevant

to the third party he mentioned.

Then why would any
of them want it?

The Bray map is old.

And for being old,
it is valuable.

But that is not the point of it.

Think-- what is a map
but a record?

It-It's a piece of parchment
splashed with information.

So, it's not the physical
map they're after.

It's the information.

I see rivers...

and hills, some towns.

I suppose it qualifies
as information,

but is it important in 2014?

That is the question,
is it not?

Unfortunately, this isn't
even the map that's important.

It's a scan of the one
the library had.

Which we know is a forgery.

We thought that
Stuart Zupko was killed

because he had procured a map
of no collectable value.

I now believe that he died
because the map had no

informational value.
KITTY:
But it's a copy.

Shouldn't all the
information be the same?

It should.

"Should" being
the key word.

Now, I believe that
the original Bray map,

wherever it now resides,

includes data which the forgery

does not,
data worth killing for.

Which means we need to find out

what the forgery is missing.
Well, how?

Like you said, the original's
nowhere to be found.

There's no way
of comparing the two.

Only partially true.

Miss Bray was kind enough
to give us these photographs.

They all include
images of the map.

And they were
all taken before 1940.

The expert who
analyzed the forgery

said it was made using
ink from the 1940s.

So, if we look at photographs
from the '20s and '30s...

We can assume we're looking
at the original.

None of them feature the map...

(muttering)

But with proper scrutiny,

the discrepancies might
present themselves.

(cell phone ringing)

Uh...
Do you need to take that?

No, I don't believe she does.
How would you know?

Because we got a lot
of work to do and very
little time to do it.

I'm here. I can help.
And help you shall.

(sighs)
What if my phone rings?

Do I need your permission
to answer it?

You are not my protégée.

Uh...

I'd like to go to the loo.

Unless either of you have
any objections.

You can't do that.

I can't do what?

You can't police her like that.
You can't tell her

who she can and can't talk to.

I'm training her.

To be what-- a shut-in?
I know how you feel

about romantic entanglements.

You think love is stupid.
Fine.

Whatever. But if that is
the guy that she likes...

Then he'll call again!

And again and again!

This is exactly the same kind of
crap you used to pull with me.

I needed my space
and so does she!

Because you are the same.

Your situations are identical.

Yes! You were a virtual hermit
when I found you in London.

You could barely look me in
the eye because I was a man,

and a man had hurt you
so horrifically, yes!

You told me on more
than one occasion

that you thought of
doing yourself harm.

Yes, yes, I see it now.

You and her are virtually
indistinguishable.

Thank for helping me
see that. Thank you.

Y-You're assuming that I'm
interfering for selfish reasons.

But I'm just merely trying to...

To protect her.

She's come a long way, Watson.

She's come a very long way.

And most of that progress is
testament to her great strength.

Yes. But I dare say
that I had a hand.

So, if some dalliance
was to go wrong,

and if it was to hurt
her in some way...

It would hurt you, too.

I understand why you're afraid,

but this is progress, too.

You get that, right?

(footsteps approaching)

So, I'll make copies of the
Bray map and the photographs.

The work might go faster

if we work independently.

HOLMES:
So, last night
we asked ourselves,

"How does the real Bray map
differ from the forgery?"

Obviously the answer is

to shine a bright light
in my face.

I've spent several hours
comparing images of the forgery

to those photographs
supplied by Margaret Bray.

And as far as I can tell,

original and forgery
are identical.

Then your theory was wrong.

The information on the original

isn't what makes it so valuable.

My theory was right.

The question was wrong.
We should've asked ourselves,

"How does the Bray map
differ from reality?"

This is a modern-day depiction
of the land in the Bray map.

That is the Bray map.

It all lines up
pretty perfectly.

Edward Smythe was
a fine mapmaker.

Collectors are right
to covet his work.

But you're wrong--
it doesn't line up perfectly.

Note this one small section
of the Spotswood River,

where at some point
over the last

220 years, the river
has shifted its course.

And why is that important?

Because an Indian casino is

currently slated
for construction

right there.

Now...

it will be the first
in the state

if, indeed, it is completed.

The regulatory hurdles
that such a proposal

needs to clear are
Byzantine to say the least.

And what we are looking at

here... may be
the project's death blow.

The treaty

which established
this reservation

defines the easternmost border
as the Spotswood River

and cites this very map
as its source.

So, back then, the river
veered more to the west.

Which means the proposed
site of the casino

is not on the reservation
at all.

They can't build there.

Due to topographical concerns,

no other site on the
reservation will do.

And so, the reason to hunt

for the real Bray map
becomes clear.

It, unlike a forgery,
would be admissible in court.

And would in all likelihood,
spell the end

of a billion-dollar endeavor.

Okay, so what does all of this

have to do with William Hull?

Well, aside from his real estate
in New York,

he owns several casinos
in Atlantic City.

A casino in Virginia would
take business away from him.

So, you think Hull's the killer?

I'm almost certain
that he is not.

He has no motive to
steal the Bray map.

If he'd known it was
in the 39th Street Library,

his lawyers could've
just subpoenaed it.

Then who?

(indistinct chatter)

You the folks
who were asking to see me?

Leon Moody, General Manager.

Sherlock Holmes.
My colleagues and I

are consultants with the NYPD.

A little far upstate,
aren't you?

KITTY:
Once two murders
have been committed,

we go where the case takes us.

WATSON: You're not just
the general manager here.

You're also chairman
of the Algonquian

Gaming Commission, right?

The same commission
which is funding

the Powhatan tribe's efforts
to build a casino in Virginia.

Two men were
murdered this week

because someone tried to steal
a map from a library

that could derail that project.

Now, if you help us identify the
perpetrators, you have our word

no one will know
the information came from you.

You folks got a long drive
back to the city.

You ought to get going.

What if I ask a question first?

I came here before
my associates

and whilst I was walking past
your blackjack tables,

I couldn't help
taking these videos.

You gotta delete those.
It's all in the cloud now.

I noticed

how rarely face cards
were coming up.

They make up almost
a quarter of the deck,

but in my videos,

I don't see them
nearly that often.

Got me thinking.
What if the casino,

say, pulled a few kings
and queens

from each of those
six decks you use?

The house wouldn't
have to pay out

for blackjack nearly as often.

HOLMES:
It's only a small sample,
but we have colleagues

at the FBI who would be more
than willing to take a look,

and if they were to shut you
down for just one day...

how much might
you lose?

We're just asking for a name.

Come with me.

Is that...
The original?

What do you think?

As you're probably aware,

this is the second such forgery
we've seen in as many days.

It's not quite as good
as the other one, but still...

Why are you showing
this to us?

My, um...

associates and I only realized
the King James County map

was at that library
a few weeks ago.

We thought it was real.

We knew it could be
used against us,

so we arranged to
have this one made.

We were going to pay someone
at the library

to switch ours out with theirs.

No one was going to get hurt.

KITTY:
So if anyone
subpoenaed the map--

William Hull's attorneys,

for example-- your interests

would be
protected.

Someone would discover
the map was a fake

and then plans for the casino
would keep moving forward.

You can imagine our surprise
when we saw the news this week.

Someone else had
stolen the map,

a guard had
been killed.

Then the map turns up,
only the police say

it was a fake
all along.

We realized we'd gotten
ourselves all worked up

over absolutely
nothing.

Uh... you're more than welcome
to take it.

We never did anything
illegal with it.

Now, I know
you were hoping

for a name, but can
I at least assume

that you'll delete
all of those videos?

Our colleagues at the FBI

will hear nothing of your
questionable gaming practices.

(exhales)

Obviously, I hope the real map
never turns up.

We have a lot riding
on the casino in Virginia.

But two murders?

I only wish I could be
of more help.

Actually,
you've been

more helpful
than you realize.

I think I know
who killed Stuart Zupko.

Kitty, right?

You remember
Captain Gregson.

Mr. Holmes said on the phone
that you've uncovered

another forgery
of my family's map.

We'll show you.
Hmm.

Miss Bray.

It certainly looks authentic.

It is, in fact,
a rather crude reproduction.

Forger never had access
to the original.

He did his best using
the high-resolution scans

the 39th Street Library
made available
on their Web site.

And where did
this one come from?

HOLMES:
It was commissioned

by a group which is trying
to build a casino.

They were worried
that the original would

kill their project,
so they planned to discredit it

by replacing it with this one.

WATSON:
Would you like to know
where the casino

is going to go?

Right here.

Your family still owns land
just outside the reservation,

land that would be worth

hundreds of millions
of dollars,

but only if the casino
went forward.

There would be hotels,
restaurants...

Pawnshops, the odd
money lender...

Now, you knew about
your grandfather's map

and the trouble it would cause
once people noticed it.

People like, say, William Hull.

KITTY:
This all started
when the library

put a scan of the map online.

You couldn't just steal it
and make it disappear.

You had to throw the history
of the original into question.

HOLMES:
So you commissioned

this forgery.

This is the map we found

at the scene of
Stuart Zupko's murder.

I'm sorry,
are you suggesting that...

that I had something to do
with what happened to him?

You said that the...

the map that was stolen,

it was forged in the 1940s.

How could I have possibly
commissioned it?

I wasn't even born yet.

In point of fact,

we said the ink
was produced in the 1940s.

The map that Zupko stole,

the one that was
in the library for years,

was the genuine article
after all.

HOLMES:
You commissioned him
to acquire it for you.

You then brought
it to a forger,

with instructions
to create a copy

which looked like it had
been made 70 years ago.

You then murdered Stuart Zupko.

You left the forgery
at the scene

to make it look like
a handoff had gone awry.

There's very few guys
in New York

that could pull
something like this off.

You needed someone
from the old school.

Someone like...

Franco DeMasi.

We showed him photos
of what you did to Zupko

and hinted that
he might be next.

He's cutting
a deal right now.

A career criminal

tells you that I hired him,

which is what he knows
that you want to hear,

and you start throwing
accusations around?

After Mr. DeMasi
completed his work,

he returned the original to you,

which you, of course, destroyed.

But when making
a forgery

using copper plate,
it takes negligibly more time

to create two copies,
rather than one.

He realized how valuable
the original was

and so he made a second
duplicate to hand off to you.

He kept the real
one for himself.

This real one.

Now, this map

has traces of mold on it,

which prove it
was in a drawer

in the 39th Street
Library for decades.

It also has your
fingerprints all over it.

I'm guessing
you fly a lot.

'Cause the trusted traveler
program you gave your prints to?

It interfaces with our system.

All in all,
DeMasi's word against yours

is sounding pretty good.

(door opens)

(door closes)

Gonna sit there, or
are you gonna help me?

Have a seat.

Watson has impressed upon me

that I owe you an apology.

You may have noticed

I've been keeping you
rather busy lately.

Some of the errands were...
beneath you.

You were very clear about
all of this in London.

You told me that there'd be
scut work, every now and again.

I'm aware of the young man
at the coffee shop.

Zachary.

I know you've
developed a rapport

and he is,
in his own plodding way,

courting you.

I was worried.

So...

I kept you
otherwise engaged.

That was a mistake.

I have watched the progress
you've made

over the last few months
with great pride.

And you've come a very long way.

I should have trusted you to...

continue that progression.

I knew.

You knew what?

I could tell that you'd...

figured out about Zachary.

I knew that's why
you were keeping me busy.

But I was glad of it.

I was afraid, as well.

Zachary's sweet, he's...

And he likes me.

What you did made me feel...

very
protected...

(sniffs)

...and very loved.

So just stop moping about.

I've got ice cream to put away.

(footsteps receding)

Watson's offered to reclaim

a greater role
in our collaboration,

so that I might give you
some more personal time.

I shall be accepting her offer.

How you choose to
spend that time...

that's entirely up to you.

¶ ¶

This
Zachary...

does he have
an aversion to insects?

You said you were
going to leave him be.

There's an entomology exhibit

at the Museum
of Natural History.

I thought you and I should pay
a visit there this afternoon.

If your friend is free,

perhaps he'd like to join us.

I'll call him.

And find out.

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