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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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