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WATSON:
Previously on Elementary...

So tell me, Father, how are you
to help me this time?

Give your assent,
and I will see you restored

to the employ of
the New York Police Department.

Sherlock is gonna accept your help.

He wants to go back to the NYPD.
I'm gonna go with him.

I can't imagine why you would
deliver it as a threat.

If you're gonna be a part
of Sherlock's life again,

I want to make one thing clear.

I'm not gonna let you hurt him.

(sighs)

Oh...

Are you cooking?
Or did we get stampeded

by a class of
second graders?

I'm cooking. For Clyde.

I'm formulating
a home blend of snacks

to increase his mineral intake.

Oh, um,
I stopped by the station.

I ran into Captain Gregson.

Did he seem pleased
about the Chief of Detectives'

sudden reversal
regarding our status?

He did. And as far
as I could tell,

he didn't know anything about
your father pulling any strings.

Just a higher-up
changing his mind.

Well, the captain
is a political animal.

I'm sure he's used to not
looking gift horses in mouths.

Mmm. So, how much longer are
you gonna be in here for?

Because this housemate
needs to eat, too.

Bike
sharing.

I'm gonna make
some calls.

Oh. What about the bowls?

They'll hose right off.

Outside, not in the sink.

(sighs)

(siren wailing in distance)

(door shuts)
On your knees!

(German accent): It's all right.
Take what you want.

I won't interfere.
I said on your knees!

Okay.

I've been waiting a long time
for this.

Oh, Gott. Sie denken...

Please, this is all a mistake...

Shut up!

(yelling in German)

(gunshots)

(American accent): Whoa, whoa, whoa, man.
It's cool. Take what you want!

♪ Elementary 4x03 ♪
Tag, You're Me
Original Air Date on November 19, 2014

== sync, corrected by elderman ==
@elder_man

♪ ♪

Hey!

Let's process the suitcase
in the guest room as evidence,

all right? Thanks.

(clears throat)

Hey.

Look who they pulled off
the bench.

You said you had
something interesting.

Missed you, too.

Two male victims,
multiple gunshots to both.

Shooter seems like a pro.

Haven't found any
shell casings.

And from the position
of this head shot,

he had this one on his
knees, under control.

But not that one. Maybe
lost control of him,

maybe never had it.
The neighbors see or hear anything?

Cleaning lady found 'em
in the morning.

Can I get the I.D.s? Thanks.

One of them's named
Timothy Wagner.

He's a bonds broker,
33 years old.

He was the owner
of this apartment.

Other one's
Otto Neuhaus.

German citizen.
He lived in Hamburg.

Looks like he was only
in town for a few days.

They're identical.

(sniffing)
Close. But not quite.

Well, close enough that we
can't tell which one's which.

Shooter must've gone
through their pockets

after he
killed them.

Their I.D.s were
out on the floor.

Well, I'm gonna give you
the benefit of the doubt

and say that you
just didn't look closely yet.

This man and only this man reeks
of a German brand

of cigarette
called Oberste.

There are no indicators
that the occupant

of this apartment smoked.
Ashtrays, lighters,

odors in the upholstery.
This is Neuhaus.

His hair has been
freshly cut and dyed.

His glasses...

have no prescription.

He's even used
subtle contouring makeup

to narrow the appearance
of his nose.

All of this to make him look
more like Mr. Wagner

than he already did.

Why he did any of this
and what relation it has,

if any, to his murder or that of
Mr. Wagner's remains to be seen.

We've already reached out to the
next of kin to I.D. the bodies.

I'm confident they'll confirm
what I just said.

Not betting against you
but we still have to go

through the process.
It'll take some time

for Neuhaus' family
to fly in from Hamburg,

but Wagner's father
is meeting us at the morgue.

I'll go with you. Maybe
he'll have some idea

what happened here.

Any of you ever had to do this?

Identify a
loved one?

No, we haven't.

I can't even think straight.

(crying)

I can't tell the difference.

Tim

had a birthmark.

On his right side.

Mr. Wagner, had you heard
of Otto Neuhaus before today?

No.

Do you have any idea
how he and your son

might have known
each other?

Tim and I hadn't been close
for a while.

I don't think I'd
seen him in a year.

We're gonna collect DNA
samples from both Tim

and Otto to compare

for family markers,
but...

maybe you can give
us a head start.

To your knowledge, is there
any chance they were related?

Maybe one of them found
the other because of that.

I'm sorry.

I can't even tell you that.

Tim was adopted.

...and follow up
with Prince Olaf's office.

Make sure he received
the gift I sent him.

Thank you.

Was I expecting you?

Not to my knowledge.
But I can't rule out

your having foreseen it
via the black arts.

Is there a problem?

You're still here.

It's my office.

I'm talking about New York.

The photograph in this paper.

In it you
can see

La Bonne Pause,

a restaurant known
for its patio seating.

Ordinarily at the time
this photograph was taken,

that patio would be packed.
Here, it's deserted.

La Bonne Pause is one
of your preferred venues

for business meals,
and when that business is

of a sensitive nature,
you buy it out for privacy.

I'm unclear
as to why my lingering here

is so troubling for you.

You came here because you felt
compelled to offer me your help.

I did you the courtesy
of accepting that help.

Oh. You did that as a courtesy.

I was under the impression
it was important to you.

Not to say
I'm ungrateful.

Are you waiting for the magic
words before you disappear?

Because thank you.

The work that I do requires
my complete mental faculty.

Your presence here
is an irritant.

It's a burr
in my cognitive fabric.

I had assumed that,
as with similar occasions

in the past, you would take the
completion of our transaction

as your cue to be on your way.

If you must know,
I am still in New York

because I'm working
on a project.

Something of a puzzle--
it may take some time to solve.

And when it's done,
I'll move on.

Well, perhaps I can be
of assistance.

Quite good with puzzles.

You've known that
longer than anyone.

You'll get the benefit
of my help,

and I'll get
a father-free New York.

A win for both of us.

(indistinct police transmission)

Watson.

Oh, hey. Everything settled
with your father?

It will be.
I'm gonna do some work for him.

So I came as soon as I got
your text. Detective Bell?

Bedroom.

All right.

And this apartment pertains
to our doppel-homicide how?

The DNA test results came back
for Tim Wagner and Otto Neuhaus.

They definitely
were not related. But Tim

or someone who looked
like Tim withdrew

a $100,000 cashier's check
from his bank account last week.

As far as we know,
that money is gone.

Now, I looked at both
victims' phones, and there's

only one number
that appears on both call logs.

It belongs
to a paralegal named Dorian...

Dorian Moll.
And this is his apartment.

I saw the name
on the mailbox downstairs.

So,

two dead look-alikes,
$100,000 in missing cash,

and the individual
who was in touch with both

and seems to have gone
to ground.

Clothing gone from the closet.

Computer cables but no laptop.

Cell phone left behind
with its SIM card broken.

The two of you are considering
the possibility

he was involved
in an identity scam?

Honestly, we don't know
what he was involved in.

Something back there
you should see.

Could be some kind
of organized con operation,

maybe some
kinky sex... thing.

WATSON: Whatever it was,
it was obviously bigger

than just
Tim Wagner

and Otto Neuhaus.

CSU's sending an A-Run
to collect what's up there.

The unis will hang back
for them.

Will do.

That was the captain.

He got the search results
for Dorian Moll. No priors.

His last known address was his
parents' house in Forest Hills.

Worth a visit, right?

Even if he's
not there,

they might know some friends
we can talk to.

This is the, uh, apartment next
to the one we were just at.

This is 2-D, yes?

Sounds right.

(dripping sounds)

So, I noticed in the lobby
the mail was gathering

for Apartment 2-D.
There's also delivery menus

piling up
outside the front door.

Well, if that person's
been away that long,

they probably didn't
leave the AC on.

The apartment
shares a fire escape

with Dorian Moll's.

If he's looking
for a place to hide

and he knows his
neighbor's out of town...

Hey, guys,
knock on 2D.

And stay sharp.

We think Moll
might be in there.

(whispers):
Back away.

Dorian Moll.
Police. Don't move.

Do us all a favor-- keep your
hands where I can see 'em.

All right, turn around.

There's a look.

I had to do this.

It confuses
facial recognition software.

Computers can't
identify your face

if they can't tell it's a face.

You think
someone's pursuing you

using facial
recognition software.

Not someone.
Some company.

They're trying to kill me.

I'm sorry I tried to run, okay?
It's just...

I don't know how deep
this thing goes.

"This thing" being a
disagreement you're in

with a company that makes
facial recognition software?

Countenance Technologies.

They're the ones
who are after me.

And they are so
all-seeing that you

felt the need to adopt the guise

of a clown from the future.

Look, F.R. is everywhere.

Businesses I.D. you
the second you walk in.

Billboards can pick
which ads to show you.

Churches use it
to track attendance.

Yeah, Jesus saves.
Your data.

How about we

take things a little
bit slower? Now,

good news is, you don't strike
us as a cold-blooded killer,

but with two guys dead,
the way you tried to run,

and all this?
You get why

we're trying to understand
what's going on.

Last year I created a site

called DoppelHunt.com.

I help people find people
that looked like them.

Why?
People all over the world

are putting pics of themselves
online every day.

The technology's gotten so good
you really can

find your own twin.
Remind me--

is that how Peter did it
on The Brady Bunch?

Behold, an infinity mirror

of millennial narcissism.

He seeks fame by
promising others

they'll get to look
at themselves.

So it says on your site here
that you take volunteers.

Is that how Tim and Otto
got involved?

Yeah, Tim contacted me first

and we used his picture
to find Otto.

And this company you're worried
about-- Countenance--

they provide
the, what, search program?

I wouldn't say "provide".

I-I came across a copy
and modded it

to hunt
for lookalikes,

and then I took some shots
at Countenance on the site.

When I'd find a match
I'd upload the photos

and prove how good the match was

by showing that it could
fool their original software.

Even it would confuse
one twin for the other.

So first you
steal their software

and then you
embarrass them with it.

Stick it to the man, right?

Countenance sent me a cease
and desist letter, I posted that

on the site and that's when
I really started to get hits.

Okay. Well, I get
why they'd be angry with you,

but not enough
to commit murder.

Couple of weeks ago
I'm walking home from the train

and someone tried to mug me.

He had on a mask,
he shoved me into a stairwell

and pulled out a knife.
I kicked at him and got away.

Did you file a police report?

I never saw his face,
so I figured what's the point?

Then I heard
that Tim and Otto

were dead, and I remembered.

The guy who jumped me--
he never asked for my wallet.

Why?
Because it wasn't a mugging.

It was an assassination attempt.

Countenance never
tried to sue me.

That would've
made it more public,

and they just wanted it to end.

F.R. is a billion-dollar
business and I proved

that their software's flawed.

Tell me that's not
a motive for murder.

So that was Marcus.

The $100,000 check turned up.

Do tell.

Otto had mailed it
to himself back in Germany,

probably to avoid
carrying it through customs.

We still don't know
whether he stole it

or Tim gave it to him.

Mm.
Oh.

I see Clyde likes
the food you made him.

Yeah.
Or he just appreciates his dinner date

going the extra mile.

Eh, close, but wrong
cold-blooded reptile.

My dinner date is my father.
I can understand

you confusing him with Clyde.
They could be doppelgangers.

A car will be here
for me shortly.

I'm meeting him
at a formal charity function.

Malaria research or something.
He wasn't sure.

Anyway, the point
is to sup with her.

Donya Esfandiari.

One of the richest
hoteliers in the world.

She's currently building a
resort on the Pacific coast

of Costa Rica.
Simultaneously, as it happens,

the global energy firm
for which Father consults

wishes to erect a
wind farm nearby.

Mrs. Esfandiari
has won an injunction

against the wind farm, asserting
that it would impair her view.

Now, Father thinks
she's willing to drop it

given the right favors
in return.

Huh.

"Huh"?

Well, between everything you
told me and meeting him myself,

I just, you know, imagined him
doing heavier stuff.

Seems a little, I don't know...
frivolous.

Father's work is anything
but frivolous, I assure you.

Thanks to him, this energy firm
and other clients like them

have literally brought light
to lands that were dark and,

just as often, rained darkness
where once there was light.

Father doesn't distinguish.

Perhaps you need sanctions
eased against a rogue nation

so that you can
sell them your tanks

or your factories can only spew
toxins

if the U.S. doesn't sign
an emissions treaty.

Father can make it so,

with the moral neutrality
of the plague.

Now that sounds
more like the guy I met.

So if what he does
is so evil, then...

Not evil. Neutral.
Like a shark or tsunami.

Fine, distasteful.

Then why are you
spending time with him?

So that, ironically,
I can spend less.

As soon as he closes this
negotiation, he will be gone.

I'm to be another
pair of eyes this evening.

I'm to watch Mrs. Esfandiari--
observe her breathing,

blink rate
and other nonverbals--

while she and Father talk.

Unfortunately, it means
you and Detective Bell

will have to visit Countenance
Technologies without me.

Wait, what?

Countenance Technologies?
That's the company

that Dorian Moll stole
that software from.

I thought you said that his
story sounded paranoid.

I admit I initially thought
his tale was far-fetched.

But I looked into Countenance
all the same.

To my surprise,

there may be merit
to Dorian's belief

that the company
was coming for him after all.

Remind me to untag every picture
ever posted of me online.

Detective Bell.
Ms. Watson.

I'm Curtis Tofano.
You wanted to talk to me?

Mr. Tofano, there was a
double-homicide in Tribeca

the night before last.
Two men who looked

a lot alike. It made the
news. Maybe you saw it?

Uh, sorry.
Do you know someone named

Dorian Moll or have you
ever heard of DoppleHunt.com?

Unfortunately, yeah.

The two murder victims
met on his Web site.

We know that your company
was pretty upset

about what he was doing.

Wait a second, you're not
suggesting that some...

No, I know. Even we

didn't think you could've
cared that much,

but then a colleague
of our noticed this.

WATSON:
That's you, right?

You participated
in a DoppelHunt,

and you gave Dorian
a fake name when you did.

So obviously you cared enough
to check him out.

So can you
account

for your whereabouts
two nights ago

from 8:00 p.m. on?

Can we talk about this
in my office?

First of all, I was
in Cooperstown all week.

I just got back last night.

Cooperstown-- as in the
Baseball Hall of Fame?

I went to college nearby.

I go up every year
for induction.

About 100 people saw me.
I was probably even on TV.

Okay. Assuming that checks out,

let's talk about Dorian Moll.

The company sent you
to get Intel on his site--

maybe they were
willing to go further?

You've got it all wrong.

Nobody here was involved
in any murders.

You're right
that my bosses asked me

to perform a little
corporate espionage.

Dorian had

found a flaw in our program.

He proved it could be fooled.

We needed to find out what
he was up to so we could adapt.

So you expressing interest in
a DoppelHunt was just a cover.

It was a way for me to get into
Dorian's apartment

and onto his Wi-Fi.
He stole from us.

So we stole back.

What exactly did you take?

I downloaded all of his code

and gave it to our guys
to analyze.

They're fine-tuning
our algorithms as we speak.

At the end of the day,

Dorian forced us
to make a better product.

That's it.

And your bosses are gonna
tell it the same way?

I can walk you
up the hall right now

and you can talk
to whoever you like.

(piano plays a soft tune) Well, it certainly
can't hurt to have the local

power station in
your debt, Donya.

It would be an easy thing to
arrange a substantial discount.

Tell me, Morland,

do you still have friends
at the Panama Canal Authority?

I count the chair among them.

I will, of course, be importing

Italian marble, French wines...

The list is endless.

Consider your shipments
expedited.

(whispers)

But we have to continue
after the presentations.

Excuse me.

Well,
she's hiding something.

I'm aware.

Ordinarily, when she smiles,
it's broad and genuine.

Her crow's-feet support this.

Tonight, every time she smiled,
it's been strained.

This shouldn't
be as difficult as it is.

She's expressed a
willingness to compromise,

and the concern
about the view

from her hotel is
obviously a feint.

For whatever reason, she can't
simply say what she wants.

Mm.

Not drinking?

I was under the impression
that I shouldn't.

At least not in your presence.

Well, as long as you don't
take your wine intravenously,

I should be okay.

Has it struck you that
this will be the first meal

we've had together in decades?

Well, you went out of your way
to make that so.

Playing the victim
doesn't suit you, Sherlock.

(piano continues)

Well, she's comfortable now.

♪

We're leaving.

You've grown tempestuous
in your old age.

Or is that you've bedded
the widow Esfandiari?

I have not.

This is not a tantrum
you're witnessing,

it's clarity.

You were right.

Donya did seem quite comfortable
speaking with that man,

as if they were close
friends, wouldn't you say?

And this holds special
meaning to you because...?

His brother-in-law

is the president of Panama.

It's safe to say
that he has contact

with the Canal Authority.

So she's asking for things
she doesn't need.

She's stringing me along.

She has no intention of ever
dropping the injunction.

I need to find out why.

I'm sorry we didn't make
more headway tonight.

I'm afraid you'll have
to tolerate

my presence in your city
a bit longer.

(phone ringing)

(vehicle departing)

Watson, how went your meeting
at Countenance Technologies?

The guy whose photo you found,
Curtis Tofano,

he did do some spying on Dorian,

but it doesn't look like
the company had anyone killed.

Well, that's unfortunate.

Yeah, listen, I'm calling
because the captain

asked us to come down
to the station.

Some guy named Evan Farrow
came in a little while ago,

said he might have
some information

about why Wagner and Neuhaus
were killed.

"Might" have "some"
information.

That doesn't sound like it
warrants a trip across town.

Trust me, I think we're going
to want to hear

what he has to say.

He looks just like
the victims.

A few weeks ago,
I got an e-mail

from this Web site,
DoppelHunt.com.

They sent me pictures of a guy
who looks enough like me

to be my twin--
Tim Wagner.

The site put us in touch
with each other.

At first we Skyped

and it was fun.

We both thought the whole thing
was pretty crazy.

Then Tim suggested
that we get together.

(wry chuckle)

When we did, he admitted to me

that he wanted my help
with something.

He offered me ten grand
to go to a lab,

tell them I was him,

show them his driver's license,

take some DNA test.

Did he say what
the test was for?

I figured it was
a paternity thing.

When I asked him, he said he
wouldn't tell me anything more

until I said I was on board.

Obviously you
turned him down.

I told him I didn't want
any part of it.

And that was the
last time we talked.

But then I saw on the news
that he and...

another guy who looked like...

him, us,
that they were murdered.

I figured it had to be related.

Didn't happen to mention
the name of the lab

he wanted you to visit,
did he?

Sorry.

All he said
was it had to happen soon.

(loud, rousing music playing)

(loud music continues)

MEN: ♪ To the tables
where our bottles meet ♪

♪ And underneath them, too...

I'm pretty sure that's supposed
to be a Peter Gabriel song.

Never heard of him.

(music stops)
This, Watson,

is the official fraternity song
of Kappa Rho Pi,

Oriskany Fall University
Chapter.

Over 100 years old and still
making eardrums bleed.

It is also the answer
to our questions

about Tim Wagner
and his lookalikes.

Or at least,
the theory of an answer.

Mm. Thanks.

Last night I began
to explore possible reasons

why Tim Wagner wanted
to dodge a DNA test.

His second,
more scrupulous twin

thought it was to do
with a paternity matter.

I now believe Mr. Wagner

wished to avoid
being charged with murder.

If he was a suspect
in a murder investigation,

Marcus would've caught it
days ago.

Only if it was a federal case
or in the City of New York.

Which is why I began to look
at other jurisdictions

where Tim Wagner resided
in the past.

Hey, what do monkeys
have to do with anything?

They might be the key
to exercising my father

from New York.

I worked on multiple fronts
last night,

including my father's
wind farm conundrum.

These are the lower primates
I would like you to consider.

Kappa Rho Pi,
Oriskany Falls University.

Oh, there's Tim Wagner.

OFU is an elite school set
in the typically quiet hamlet

of Oriskany Falls, New York.

Quiet, that is, except for
several middling drinking songs

and one tragic event

11 years ago.

"Fraternity pledge goes missing
during rush week."

Harold Cudlow
was pledging

Kappa Rho Pi in 2004.

His roommate said that Howard
was summoned

by his would-be brothers
on November 5,

presumably part of the hazing
that pledges are routinely

subjected to.

The police questioned
members of the fraternity

in the days that followed...

But they didn't have any proof
of foul play.

They never found the body.

Till six months ago.

Construction
on a new student center

was just underway in 2004.

This spring, the pavement
was dug up for repairs

and Howard Cudlow's remains
were found beneath the concrete.

The M.E. identified broken bones
consistent with a fall,

including a severed spine.

The concrete helped preserve
parts of the body.

As well as some rather
interesting DNA evidence.

The fall didn't kill him,
you see.

Someone strangled him.

All right.
Well, thanks.

Keep me posted.
All right.

That was the chief of police
up in Oriskany Falls.

You were right about them liking
Wagner for Cudlow's murder.

And pursuant to that, they had
requested a DNA sample?

Along with every other Kappa
Rho Pi frat brother from 2004,

all voluntary.

They didn't have grounds
to compel anyone.

Everybody, except Wagner,
complied

and was cleared.

He knew the DNA found
on Cudlow was his

so he dragged his feet

while he searched
for a double

who'd take the
test for him.

Well, this changes things.

Obviously we've uncovered
Tim Wagner's motive

for twinning himself.

It stands to reason
we've also uncovered

the motive of the individual
who shot him to death.

It was someone who wanted
revenge for Cudlow's murder.

They came after Wagner
'cause he was acting guilty.

That would suggest that they
knew Tim Wagner had failed

to come forward
and was

the only suspect to do so.

You think it's someone
with inside knowledge.

Someone who was

working the investigation
in Oriskany Falls.

When I was talking
to the chief there,

I was thinking the same thing.

I knew he was holding back
on me.

I had to pull it out of him.

Howard Cudlow's brother
is one of his cops.

They're on the way to talk
to him now.

(low, indistinct conversations)

(phones ringing)

Captain figures it'll be
at least a few hours

before we get our crack
at Sean Cudlow.

You can come back if you
want, but I got to say,

it looks like we got our guy.

All right,
I'll let Sherlock know.

Am I crazy or did I just

hear him speak in
perfect Spanish?

Yeah, fluent in three dozen
languages,

but the man has never seen
Say Anything.

That's an '80s movie, right?

You want me to punch you,
right?

I have business
to attend to.

More fun with wind farms.

Was that a good call
or a bad one?

Father should start
packing his bags.

I hope the two of you
haven't been waiting long.

We were well attended to.

Oh, please.

I was worried
something happened

when you left so suddenly
the other night.

Something did.

I realized you were wasting
my time.

Excuse me?

You're not really worried

about a wind farm
affecting the view

from your hotel in Costa Rica.

You feigned interest
in compromise

so as not to
arouse suspicion.

Once you and I simply failed
to reach a deal,

no one would ever ask
the real reason

you wanted the farm to go away.

Do the words "mono titi" mean
anything to you?

I'm afraid they do not.

Well, it's what the
Costa Ricans call this animal.

You might know it better as the
black crowned squirrel monkey.

It's an endangered species

native to that part
of Central America,

protected by both
the Costa Rican government

and international convention.

Now, a squirrel monkey habitat

was recently discovered

and it partially overlaps
the area that you wish to build

your resort.

I'm shocked to hear this.

I had no idea.

I sincerely doubt that.

My son looked into
the environmental

impact study
done for your plans.

He discovered that
the government

biologist
who rubber-stamped them

promptly left the country.

If you're wondering
where someone flees to

after accepting
a life-changing bribe

when they already live
in Costa Rica,

the answer is Switzerland.

The habitat also occupies

part of the space intended
for the wind farm.

When my clients conduct
their environmental study,

they will discover
the monkeys' habitat as well.

And its extension
into your property.

What is it you want?

I want nothing.

In fact,
I'm here to offer you a favor.

My client...

will publish this
press release in a hour.

It's a pledge to revise
their plans for the wind farm

in order to protect the black
crowned squirrel monkey.

Of course, once word
of the habitat gets out,

that will be the end
of your resort

and an embarrassment
to you.

But if you wish,
I could persuade my client

to let you add your name
to the release,

make the same pledge.

You can be heroes together.

The decision is yours.

When Howie first went missing,

we all knew what happened.

Not the details,
but pretty much.

Only nobody could do anything
about it.

All the rich kids
just closed ranks.

Kept their mouths shut.

And the one who did it
just got away with it.

He went on...

got to have a life.

Howie didn't.

I became a cop
to see this through.

To make sure the son of a bitch
who killed my brother paid.

I'll take what's coming to me.

You admit to killing Tim Wagner
and Otto Neuhaus?

I only meant to get Wagner.

But the other guy
looked so much like him.

I still don't know
why he was there.

We know that you do, Sean.

BELL: He was going to take
the DNA test

for Wagner.

Wagner found him on
DoppelHunt.com.

That's why you wanted to hurt
Dorian Moll, right,

because you thought
he was in on it?

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

Dorian Moll? I've never
even heard that name before.

GREGSON:
Guy in a ski mask

attacked him
the night of the eighth.

Tried to make it look
like a robbery gone bad.

You think I'm the only guy

to ever commit a crime
in a ski mask?

The second guy, Neuhaus...

if he was helping Wagner,
that's good.

I feel less bad
about what happened.

But... I'm telling you...

I didn't come after anyone else.

All right, can you tell us
where you were

the night of the eighth?

Yeah. On duty.

Check my logs.

I was working extra shifts
that week.

Oh, hey. I didn't know
you were in here.

I was gonna watch
a football game.

It's Thursday.
Yeah.

So, what were you doing?

I'm thinking.

Thinking about what?

Sean Cudlow.

His alibi for the night
of the eighth checks out.

He's not the one
who made an attempt

on Dorian Moll's life.

(sighs): Well... maybe
there wasn't an attempt.

I mean, Dorian thought it was
a real mugging-- maybe it was.

You've been away from your phone
for 32 minutes.

So what does that have to do...
You didn't see this text from Marcus.

Tim Wagner's DNA is not a match
for the skin

recovered from beneath
Howard Cudlow's fingernails.

Wait a second.
He didn't kill Cudlow?

Obviously, he was there
the night of the murder.

He was so concerned it
might be his genetic material

that he went to the trouble
of finding a doppelganger

to take a DNA test for him.

So he was an accessory--
someone else did the killing?

That coupled
with Officer Cudlow's insistence

he was not aware of Dorian Moll

has left me with a rather
nasty taste in my mouth.

We've missed something.

Oriskany Falls University
had an enrollment

of nearly 3,000 people in 2004.

Perhaps we could attend
one of their reunions,

make cheek swabs
a condition of entry.

Oriskany Falls is
in Central New York, right?

Last time I checked.
And the police there confirm

that all the other members
of Kappa Rho Pi from 2004

passed their DNA tests.

Correct.

Who are you calling?

Marcus. I want him to ask the
Oriskany Falls Police Department

for their original
list of suspects.

I have a feeling Tim Wagner

isn't the only name
we'll recognize.

Mrs. Moll?

I'm Detective Marcus Bell, NYPD.

This is Detective Meadows.

What did Dorian
do now?

(door closes)

How did you know I was here?

Oh, your neighbor in 2-D
came back from vacation.

Parents' place seemed
like the next best bet.

I wanted to talk
to you again

about the night
you were attacked.

Tell me you found the guy.
We think so.

We're planning on sitting down
with him, but first,

we were hoping you could put us
in touch with a friend of us.

This is Mr. Holmes.

You know Miss Watson
and Detective Bell.

We just have a few
more I's to dot.

It shouldn't
take too long.

Uh, before you settle in,
would you mind

showing us your shins?

Excuse me?

Your shins-- front parts
of your lower legs.

(laughs softly)

Your socks.

Yeah, they look about the right age,
a few weeks into healing.

Dorian said he got one
or two good kicks in

the night he got jumped.
What are you talking about?

I got these playing racquetball.

I thought this stuff

with Dorian was done, okay?

If someone tried to hurt him,
you can't pin that on me.

You're right. Sadly,
we cannot connect you

to the attack
on Dorian Moll.

It is quite likely, however,
that we can connect you

to the murder
of Howard Cudlow.

Who?
WATSON: When we visited your office,

you said that
you went to school

near Cooperstown.

Oriskany Falls University,
right?

Yeah. How'd you know that?

You were there
the same time

as Howard Cudlow
and Tim Wagner.

It's funny you not mentioning
that when we talked to you

about Mr. Wagner's
murder the other day.

WATSON: You pledged Kappa Rho Pi
the same year Howard did,

but the school suspended
the frat's charter

after he went missing,
so you never got to join.

The Oriskany Falls police
talked to you in 2004,

and then, after they found
the body six months ago,

they asked you for your DNA.

HOLMES:
By this time,

Dorian Moll was
quite the thorn

in your company's side--
awareness of his DoppelHunts,

however,
gave you a way out.

You approached him,
under an assumed name,

and then he found
a double for you.

You then paid that double
to take a DNA test for you.

GREGSON: We're also guessing
you're the one

who told Tim Wagner
about Mr. Moll's Web site.

Both of you were there
the night Howard Cudlow died.

You knew if he was arrested
he could bring you down, too.

HOLMES: Surely, you and Mr. Wagner
knew that it was risky

using Dorian Moll's Web site
to find your doubles.

But his modifications
to your company's software

made the hunts possible, so...

you found that risk
acceptable.

WATSON: Then the site starting
getting more attention.

You worried that people might
figure out what you had done.

So you tried
to shut him down.

Only your buddy
was having

a harder time
finding a double

to take the DNA test.

First one said no,
and by the time

you found Otto Neuhaus,
it was too late.

Howard's brother already
had him in his sights.

Dorian is a nut and a thief.

You can't believe
a word he says.

What about
Mitchell Newsome?

Dorian helped put me in touch
with him this morning.

He wasn't too excited
about going to jail

for hindering prosecution,
so he told us

the story you told him

to convince him to
take that DNA test.

GREGSON: You and
Cudlow and a friend

were trespassing
at a construction site.

Your friend shoved Cudlow;
Cudlow fell.

When your friend realized
that Cudlow's back was broken,

he panicked
and finished him off.

Obviously, the friend
that you referenced was Tim Wagner.

But it wasn't his skin found beneath
Howard Cudlow's fingernails.

It was yours.

Now, you might argue
that's not enough

to prove that you're the one
who strangled him, but...

a jury might disagree.

BELL: I've got two
presents for you

from the Oriskany
Falls PD.

One's a warrant.

The other's a swab.

(chuckles): Yeah, that's right, Dorian,
it's done.

You can go home now.

Well... again,
that's a very kind offer,

but no, thanks, we're good.

You got it.

Bye.

Free DoppelHunts? Really?

Shut up.

For all of us. He promised
the experience would,

and I quote,
"blow our freakin' minds."

So in other words,
he hasn't learned one thing.

(Bell chuckles)

Could you imagine

two of your partner?

♪

(mechanical whirring)

(whirring)

(sighs)

(whirring)

(doorbell rings)

Come to say good-bye?

May I come in?

(lock clacks)

I wanted you to know that
I have wired a commission

to your account for your
services this past week.

Well, that was unnecessary.

It's done.

Give it to charity
if you like.

Give it to Joan.

I know it doesn't
matter to you.

I wish I knew what
you did want.

I came because I'd like
to make a confession.

Well, I would dial
the authorities for you,

but I wouldn't know which ones.

The work I've been doing
in New York this past week--

the business with Donya--

could just as easily have
been handled elsewhere.

You mean another city.

You caught me by surprise

when you came to my
office the other day

and you asked why
I was still here.

And my predicament with her

was the first thing
that came to mind.

Truth is...

I've lingered
because of you.

You need a kidney.

Or bone marrow.
Or do you want

a front-row seat
in case I relapse again?

That's enough,
Sherlock! Enough!

I know why you hate me.

But the past
is the past.

I wish to move forward.

How do you plan on doing that?

Well, for one thing,
I'll be staying in New York indefinitely.

You've been through trauma.
I wish to be close by

in case I can be of
further assistance.

So now you wish to parent me?

You know yourself, Sherlock.

You know who you are,
you know who you were.

Ask yourself...

when you were a boy, could
anyone have parented you?

I can think of one person.

If she were here...

what do you suppose
she would want us to do?

The world is as wretched
a place as it's ever been.

A sad fact, but a boon
to my particular business.

I'll have no shortage
of work to tend to

while I'm here.

And perhaps...

before all is
said and done...

we'll collaborate again.

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