All language subtitles for Elementary.S06E16.HDTV.x264-KILLERS

Previously on Elementary:

These photos... they're of
a sensitive nature.

If they prove you're innocent,

I'm pretty sure
we're done with you.

That's what you were doing
the night Azuma was killed?

It relieves stress.

Detective Marcus Bell?

Deputy Strider Lincoln,
U.S. Marshals Service.

My bosses hear good
things about you.

They'd like you to consider
putting in an application.

But if you decide to
see this thing through,

I'd be so proud of you.

I put in my application
to the Marshals Service.

I report to training
at Glynco in six months.

I'm gonna miss you.

I understand that, but...

like I said before,
it has to be a mistake.

Well, I-I can't,
because it's the only time

you're offering it right now,
and I'm in a real crunch.

Well, what time
does she get in?

Okay, I will.

Thanks.

That didn't sound good.

It wasn't. Turns out
finishing my master's in time

to apply for the Marshals
this next cycle--

easier said than done.

I don't understand.
I thought you took

some of the courses
you already need.

Don't those count?

They do, and the school gave me

a ton of credits
for applicable work experience,

but that still leaves
a lot of classes.

And getting them done in time

while working
a full load here--

it's like solving
a logic puzzle.

Anyway, I still need
a few more credits

in Criminal Statistics,
and there's only one class

that fits the bill
this semester.

And you didn't get in.

I registered for it,

but I was told
it was already full.

Then I found out
that a buddy of mine

who registered after me got in.

So the school messed up.
They should be able to fix that.

We'll see. I'm gonna head
down there tomorrow,

talk to someone
who might be able to help.

Well, with all of your
“applicable work experience”"

I'm sure you'll figure it out.

Did you get this
from Sherlock, too?

He's inviting us to a
crime scene in Queens.

Gotta say, I'm kind of used
to being the one

who does the inviting.

Guess I'm old-fashioned
that way.

Heard some interesting chatter
on my police scanner.

Thought I'd pop by.

The victim is one
Bruce Deramore.

Lived alone.

Died of a single gunshot
to the chest.

Cleaning lady found him.
She's being interviewed outside.

Anyone else see
or hear anything?

Anyone? No.

You're being unusually cryptic,
even for you.

And you still
haven't said

what was so interesting
about the chatter.

I saw there was
no forced entry.

The killer left behind
all this expensive gear.

So, sure, this was
probably personal,

but that alone wouldn't
rise to the level

of you being interested
in this guy.

Well, as it happens,
he isn't what interested me.

She is.

Thank you.

May I introduce Skyler.

A sex doll?

The chatter that I spoke about--

it was a CSU tech
radioing for assistance

lifting fingerprints
off silicone.

I recognized the description
of the doll that followed.

Man, I'm all for doing
whatever you want

in the privacy of
your own home,

but that is unsettling.

You're referring
to the uncanny valley.

It's the discomfort
one feels

when an inanimate object
ventures too close

to seeming real.

She is a Perfect Mate
Robotics Model 10.

A ten, naturally.

Yeah, just the
thing if you're up

for having a relationship
with an appliance.

Sex toys sell to the tune
of $15 billion a year,

so, clearly, many people are.

But the point is,
Perfect Mate 10s

are not your
run-of-the-mill sex-bots.

They are programmed to deliver
more of a girlfriend experience.

They're capable
of remembering your likes,

your dislikes, details
of your conversations--

all so as to simulate
a sense of relationship.

Unlike many romantic partners,

they actually listen.

And because they listen...

This sex doll could be
a witness to the murder.

♪ Elementary 6x16 ♪
Uncanny Valley of the Dolls
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@elder_man

Thanks for taking the time
to meet with us, Mr. Lubbock.

Dude, please.
I can't tell you

how bummed we all were
when we heard about Bruce.

I expect getting
his chest blown open

harshed Mr. Deramore's
mellow as well.

When we first saw the doll
at his apartment,

we assumed that he
was just a customer,

but then we found pay stubs
that helped us realize

that he worked here at
Perfect Mate Robotics.

Uh, he led the 3-D printing team
for the last year.

Helped design the doll's faces.

Did he get along
with everyone here,

as far as you know?

Absolutely.

The culture here is très chill.

And is it typical

for your employees to take
their work home with them?

I hope it's typical.

At a retail price of 15 grand

and a six-month
waiting list,

prime access to a Model 10
is one of our best perks.

Plus, it's a great way
to get to know the dolls.

People pay
$15,000 for them?

You have to remember,

it's not about sex.

No?

Not at the heart of it.

People are lonely.

Men and women.

And yes,
we make male dolls, too.

Our dolls offer
companionship.

A Perfect Mate 10
will never get distracted,

never gets bored.

Connect her to the Web,

and she can discuss
intelligently

anything you want
to talk about.

Sports, music,
your favorite tacos.

Honestly, for people who have
trouble making connections,

our dolls are a godsend.

You're clearly doing God's work.

I think I am.

Well, then we'll appeal
to your better angels.

We believe that
Bruce Deramore's doll, Skyler,

was in the room with him
when he was murdered.

Now, given her capabilities,
it's possible she's stored

some salient detail that might
help us solve the murder.

The NYPD computer experts
have tried to access her memory,

but they've been shut out.

All Model 10s
have encrypted storage

and, in general, can only
be activated by their owners.

But I can bypass it.

I'll get you in.

So, once we're in,
you will be able

to tell us what's in her memory?

Better than that.

You can ask her yourself.

So, what I'm planning to do--
in non-tech terms--

is trick Skyler into thinking
whoever she hears next is Bruce.

That'll let you
access the files

on her relationship with him

and continue their
conversation, so to speak.

When I give you the cue,
just say, “Hello, Skyler”"

Ready?

Hello, Skyler.

Hello, Bruce.

How are you today?

I'm good.

You?

I'm well, thank you.

Would you like to fool around?

I'll take a rain check.

I'm sorry.

I'm not able to check

if it's raining right now.

Would you like to talk
about something else?

Yeah. Skyler, have you ever met
any of my friends?

You can share me
with your friends.

I want to make
you happy.

No, I mean...

did anyone come
to the apartment yesterday?

Did you hear me say
anyone's name?

Uh, that's
probably just

too complicated a
question, um, for her.

Try something simpler.

Skyler, can you remember
any words I said yesterday?

I can look up the words
to “Yesterday.”

I like that song.
It puts me in the mood.

It's like a horny Alexa.

Yeah. You can shut her down.

This isn't working.

Maybe you can
just give us

a download of everything
in her memory,

we can go through it
the old-fashioned way?

Sorry. I guess the AI
wasn't as ready

for a police interview
as I'd hoped.

I thought it would be
more helpful.

Don't be so sure it wasn't.

I've noticed something.

Skyler's features

are less idealized
than the other dolls

in your catalog.

Her features aren't
as exaggerated.

They're not
as symmetrical.

These dolls are
customizable, right?

Maybe Bruce wanted Skyler
to look a little more normal?

By making one ear
higher than the other?

You said that Bruce helped
create the dolls' faces.

Is it possible that he modeled
Skyler after a real woman?

No way. No, first of all,
this wasn't a custom job.

The Skyler is one of
our biggest sellers.

But either way,
we would never base a doll

on a real person
without their consent.

Maybe Bruce broke the rules
and didn't tell anyone.

Skyler's inspiration might not
have been too happy

about being made
into a sex doll.

Maybe she got even
by killing him.

That's from our trip
to Nantucket.

I took Bruce to meet my parents.

He's dead?

Our condolences.

Thanks.

But we broke up
almost a year ago.

Where did you get that?

We found it on one of Bruce's
social media accounts.

He had tagged you
in one of the photos.

And you recognized me because
you saw the doll at his place?

It's our understanding
that he paid you

that tribute
without your consent.

A friend of mine saw
it online and told me.

I was mortified.

I mean, I teach
at a Catholic school.

If anyone here found out...

It's beyond a violation.

It's like revenge porn in 3-D.

It's gross.

So, what he did was deplorable,

and it would be understandable
if your reaction was extreme.

You think I killed him?

We showed
that photo

to Bruce's neighbors.

One of them remembered
seeing the two of you

arguing outside his building
two days ago.

I went there to tell him

to get his boss
to stop making those dolls.

He acted like
I was the crazy one.

Said I should be flattered.

Could you tell us
where you were yesterday

between 2:00 and 4:00 p.m.?

Is that when he was killed?

I was at my lawyer's then.

We're filing an injunction
against Perfect Mate

to stop production of the dolls.

Call her yourself.

Look, I'll admit it,

I was furious at Bruce
for what he did,

but killing him wouldn't
get those dolls recalled.

Hopefully, suing will.

We'll talk to your lawyer.

In the meantime,
do you remember seeing anything

or anyone at Bruce's apartment
that stood out?

Actually, there was something.

I didn't think he
was dating anyone,

but when I was
at his place,

I saw a printout on the table.

It was a confirmation
for the Priora Hotel,

for a check-in
yesterday.

I noticed it because the Priora
is in Midtown,

and Bruce already lives
in the city.

I don't know.

Maybe it was for
a rendezvous or something.

Thanks. We'll let you know
if we need anything else.

Could be she's right.

I could definitely
see him not wanting

to bring a woman back
to his apartment to meet Skyler.

Either way, his reservation

was for the same day
as his murder,

so at the very least,
I'd like to know what--

or whom-- he was doing there.

Professor Baynes?

I'm Marcus Bell.

Could I have a minute
of your time?

What can I do for
you, Mr. Bell?

I just came from
the registrar's office.

I've been trying
to figure out why

I got turned away
from your class.

Thought it might have been
a computer glitch or something.

But according to the people
there, it wasn't an error.

They said you saw my name

and you turned me away,
personally.

I did. The registrar
never lies, you know.

Do we know each other?

Did I do something to you
that I'm forgetting?

Because you kind of
have me over a barrel here.

I really need this class.

If there's something

I need to make right
between us, I'll do my best,

but I need to know
what it is first.

Answer to your question:
No, we have never met before.

But I saw your
transcript

and your résumé when you
applied for the class.

And as it turns out,

I have some
preexisting familiarity

with the Major Case squad,
where you work.

The thing you need
to understand

is this is not about you.

It's about the company you keep.

Evan Kowalski.

Joan Watson.

This is Sherlock Holmes.

We work with the police.

Okay.

We understand
from the convention staff

that you spoke
on a panel yesterday,

“The Real Science of Sci-Fi,”

and that during
that panel

you were accosted by a man
named Bruce Deramore.

Well, the guy didn't
tell me his name,

but yeah, he jumped out
of the audience

in the middle of my slide show,
messed the whole thing up.

You didn't know
him before then?

- No.
- Could you tell us where you were

yesterday between
2:00 and 4:00 p.m.?

I was here, speaking
on another panel. Why?

Because that's when Bruce
Deramore was murdered.

Oh, my God.

Those plans were real.

This proves it.

They must have
killed him over them.

Okay, let's start
at the beginning.

What plans?

And who are “they”?

Yesterday, when I was doing
my part of the panel,

the guy you were
asking me about

ran to the front of the room
and started yelling at me:

“How did you get these plans?

“Who gave them to you?

Nobody was supposed
to see them.”

I call for security.

He just grabbed
a bunch of my papers,

and he ran off.
Have you any idea

why your presentation
upset him so much?

Well, I was talking about
a top-secret government project.

It's new tech that they're
trying to keep under wraps.

Maybe this guy Deramore
was involved with it somehow.

I was talking about it.
Maybe I spooked him.

But he was acting like he
was afraid for his life.

So you think
that your presentation

was of such
a highly classified nature

that someone found it
worth killing over.

Which topic do you think
was so sensitive?

Was it food replicators,
tractor beams or warp drives?

No, that stuff is all fantasy.

The tech I was
talking about is real.

It's being developed right now.

It's gonna change everything.

What's gonna change everything?

Teleportation.

This is the tech
you think is real?

Beaming people from one place
to another, like they do on TV?

No, of course not.

Not on this scale,
but on a much smaller scale,

teleportation
is already being developed.

That's what the plans
I was presenting were about.

All right,
think of a fax machine,

but for organic material.

On one end, someone starts

with a protein molecule--
say, a strand of DNA.

The machine scans
the molecule,

like a fax machine
scans paper.

That information is transmitted
digitally to another location,

and then it goes
to a 3-D printer,

which makes an exact replica.

So it's not teleporting;
it's copying.

Well, that's how
all teleportation works.

A copy is made,
and the original is destroyed.

Okay, we understand
what you're describing,

but why would it
have to be a secret?

And why would someone
kill over it?

Because the government
is working on this right now.

And it's only a matter of time

before they scale it up
to people.

It's about
moving armies.

At one time in history,

whoever had the best ships
controlled the world.

Then it was whoever
had the best planes.

When this goes online,
game over.

So, let's say these really are

secret government plans.
- Mm-hmm.

How'd you happen
to get a hold of them?

I got an anonymous e-mail
through my blog.

They said they had some
highly classified material

they'd be willing to sell.

I sent a thousand dollars
through an online pay service.

I never found out who they were.

Now, did you wonder why
a mysterious Deep Throat

would want to sell you
secret plans?

Or why they
sold it so cheaply?

A thousand bucks
isn't exactly a king's ransom.

Maybe it wasn't about the money.

Maybe it was about
exposing the truth.

At yesterday's panel,
I showed the world

what the government
is working on.

And if you ask me,
Bruce Deramore recognized

the plans for what they were.

I don't know what he did
with them after he took them,

but whatever it was...

it got him killed.

Can I go home now?

We're gonna get copies
of Evan's secret plans

off his laptop,

then cut him loose.

He's asked that we post a car

outside his place
to protect him.

You think that's necessary?

He's at least half
a nutjob, maybe more.

We'll ask CCS to trace
the e-mail address

that contacted him,
but for now,

we don't know
where the plans came from.

I may know someone
who will be able

to verify whether
they're real or not,

but it's a separate question
from whether

they merit
all this cloak and dagger.

Evan thought that Bruce
recognized the plans.

That's actually one of the few
things he said that made sense.

Bruce was an expert
at 3-D printing,

which was a big part
of those plans,

so maybe he was involved
in creating them.

You're thinking
that Deramore

saw his work
on display at the panel,

was appropriately surprised,
and then took it upon himself

to identify the source
of the leak.

And if he did find the source,

only the source
didn't want to be found,

that person might've had
motive to kill him.

It still doesn't
explain why

they leaked the plans
in the first place.

I think finding
Evan's Deep Throat

would be a good place to start.

I'll look into Bruce's
work history.

Anything from the slug
they pulled out of him?

Nine-millimeter.
Could've been bought anywhere.

Ballistics
didn't turn up a match.

All right. Keep me posted.

You got a sec?
Mm.

I'll catch you later.

Wanted you to hear
it from me first,

since you're the one
who reached out

to the Marshals
on my behalf.

I'm gonna ask them to put
my application on hold

till the next go-around.

Well, if you're asking for
my blessing, you don't have it.

Given how rarely an opportunity
like this comes around,

I think putting it off
would be moronic.

And I agree.

I just don't have a choice.

Because?

You remember a D.I.

from Scotland Yard
named Baynes?

I do. He was a competent,

if unexceptional,
detective. Why?

He's a professor now,
here in New York,

and he happens to be teaching
a class I need for my master's.

Well, that's Topsy-turvy.
You should be teaching him.

Yeah, well, be that as it may,

I can't complete my degree
without his class.

And you must have
done a number

on him when you
worked together,

because he's taking
his resentment at you out on me.

Oh. Hello.

Hello.

Please.

Uh, may I introduce
Dr. Klaus Ziegler,

Switzerland's foremost expert
on 3-D printing.

Dr. Ziegler, Dr. Watson.

- Hallo.
- I helped him with a matter

some years ago, and
he's been kind enough

to assist us
with our investigation.

He has confirmed that,
to his trained eye,

the plans which
Evan Kowalski received

appear authentic.

And he is now,
after a fashion, demonstrating

how that technology might work.

Is he teleporting
a chocolate bunny?

He is. He insisted that
his brother-in-law

send over a printer.

He is an artisanal
chocolatier here in Brooklyn.

Dr. Ziegler has a flair
for the dramatic,

but his demonstration does
drive the point home.

First, he scanned
a chocolate bunny

at his lab in Zurich.

Then he specified
which chocolate

his brother-in-law should
load into the print head.

He then transmitted
the data here,

and voilà.

An identical bunny

to the one that Dr. Ziegler
is holding 4,000 miles away.

Did someone take
a bite out of it?

All the better to demonstrate
the uniqueness of the specimen.

Even down to the bite marks,

the bunny there is identical
to the bunny here.

Thank you, Doctor.
You've been most helpful.

You can tell your brother-in-law

he can pick up the printer
in the morning.

So, was 3-D-printing a bunny
really worth all that?

I'd say it was. During the
course of our conversation,

Dr. Ziegler brought up several
real-world applications

for the technology
in those plans,

if you can imagine a printer

loaded with amino acids
instead of chocolate.

Imagine the CDC

sending life-saving vaccines

to properly equipped
machines across the globe.

Or NASA sending the genetic code

for an alien microbe back to
Earth from a distant planet.

Or, more worryingly
for Homeland Security,

hostile forces hacking into
already existing equipment

and transmitting a deadly
bioweapon to an enemy lab.

So there are good reasons
why the government

might want to keep
this tech secret.

Maybe the person
who leaked these plans

did violate national security.

Any closer to figuring out who?

No. I recognized the plans
as being part

of a U.S. patent application,

but I checked
with the patent office,

and they have no
corresponding files.

I'm still trying to figure out
where the plans came from.

Now, the résumé
that Bruce Deramore gave

to Perfect Mate Robotics
said that he was

a PhD student
at Garrison University.

But he did not give details
about his work, which is weird.

So I reached out
to a contact at the school,

and she's looking into it.

Oh, uh, what did Marcus
want to talk about?

Apparently, I'm his Criminal
Statistics teacher's nemesis,

and he's taking it out
on Marcus.

Excuse me?

So this guy, Baynes,
won't let Marcus

take his class
because he's angry at you.

What did you do to him?

Well, it's hard
to say, exactly.

It might not be one
thing that I did.

Baynes and I crossed
paths during the months

preceding my move to New York,

so I was using heroin
quite regularly then.

And you forget how far I've come

with regards
to my social skills.

I was not the congenial fellow
who stands before you today.

Right, because now you're
Mr. Congeniality.

Anyway, I'm gonna pay Baynes
a visit tomorrow.

Prostrate myself before him,

if that's what it takes
to help Marcus.

That's big of you.
Well, making amends

is supposed to become
second nature, isn't it?

Like many of the steps,

the ninth is meant
to be repeated.

It's my friend
from Garrison University.

She says
that Bruce Deramore worked

in the Bioinformatics Lab.

She couldn't find out
what work he was doing.

His supervisor,
this man named

Dr. Ken Fukata,
he's not at the school anymore,

so she gave us his home address.

The rest of Bruce's colleagues

are still there doing grad
and postgrad work.

Split up in the morning?

One of us accompanies Marcus
to Garrison University,

the other pays a visit
to Dr. Fukata?

You take Fukata.
His house is on the way

to Marcus's school, so you'll be
prostrating that way anyway.

I don't understand.

Why would someone
kill Bruce?

That's what
we're trying to find out.

You're asking
the wrong people.

Bruce took a job in
the private sector

a year ago.
I don't think any of us

has talked to him
in a while.

The guy cashed in.

And the work
he went into--

sex robots-- I think he
thought we would give him

- a hard time.
- We think he was killed

over something he might have
been working on here.

Plans for some kind
of teleportation device.

Scans organic material
in one place,

reproduces it
in another?

Looks like he did work
on it here.

The three of you work
on it, too?

I'm sorry.
We've told you all we can.

All you can. Not all you know.

Those are two different things.

I think
you should talk

to Dr. Fukata.

He was running the lab
back then.

Our colleague is already going
to see Dr. Fukata.

We're here to talk to you.

Listen, we want to help,

but we're not allowed
to talk about this.

Is that because
you signed an NDA?

Because that is
unenforceable now.

The work is out already.

Where did you get these?

It was presented
at a tech conference.

A lot of
people saw it.

That's not possible.

This is supposed to be
under lock and key.

Gwen.
You heard her.

The plans are public.

We can tell them what we know.

Bruce is dead.

I want to help.

Obviously, it's not
teleportation

in the traditional sense--
or at least not the way

it's depicted in
science fiction.

Dr. Fukata called it a

Digital-to-Organic
Data Transmitter.

When he left, everything was
boxed up and put in storage.

It's in here.

That's weird.

This is supposed
to be locked.

Looks like the door
has been pried open.

The plans are gone.

Marcus.

Hey. Joan and I
are at Garrison University.

Took some doing,
but the grad students

Bruce Deramore worked with

admitted those plans
were developed here.

They were stolen
from a campus storage room.

It's not exactly Fort Knox.

Anyone could have gotten in.

We're gonna talk
with the students some more,

but you should ask Dr. Fukata

who else knew
about the work he was doing.

Well, I would,
but I'm afraid I can't.

It appears
he's been stolen as well.

Or, more accurately,
remanded into custody.

Custody?

Whose?
I'd know if it was our guys.

I'm taking Evan Kowalski's rants
about government conspiracies

more and more seriously
by the minute.

Because, based on the tactical
tire tracks outside

and the boot prints inside,

I believe Dr. Fukata is in
the hands of the U.S. military.

Ah, appreciate you
coming in, General.

Please.

Take a seat.

Don't mind saying,
I was looking forward

to never seeing
any of you again.

So, how about we skip
the pleasantries?

You have something on me.

We all know it.

What do you want?

It's not like that.

We've kept your
recreational activities

to ourselves
for this long,

and we don't have any intention
of changing that,

but we do need a favor.

So we thought we'd ask a friend.

What kind of favor?

Early this morning,

a scientist named Ken Fukata
was detained by military police.

Why?

You familiar with the
Invention Secrecy Act?

Sure.
It gives the government power

to seize control
of any invention

it considers a threat
to national security.

The inventor's patent
becomes classified,

like it never existed.

It does
more than that.

Anyone working on the invention
has to stop work immediately

and can't even talk
about it anymore.

There's no promise
of compensation,

and the orders
can be maintained for years,

meaning the inventor can never
profit from their work.

And you think that's why Fukata
got scooped up--

he leaked his own work.

We think he had
the most to gain.

With the public aware
of the tech,

legally, the order
can't be enforced.

He could resume his work
and make millions.

It'd be risky.

If they can prove he did it,
he'll go to prison,

and he'll lose his patent.

Which is why we think
he committed a murder

to cover it up.

We want to talk to Fukata,

but the military won't
let us near him.

Ah, and you want me
to pull some strings,

get him brought over
here for questioning.

I do this, and our little
secrecy order remains in force?

Like I said, just asking
a favor of a friend.

Well, if it isn't the great
Sherlock Holmes, in the flesh.

Baynes.

It's been a while.

Uh, may I?

When have I ever stopped you
from doing anything?

You here to talk
about Marcus Bell?

Well, actually,
I was here to apologize.

When we knew each other
in London, I was...

I was a different man.

I was an abrasive man.

Partly due to my drug use,
but to ascribe too much to that

would be an excuse.

No, it was who I was.

I saw no need
for social decorum,

so I refused to indulge
others with it.

I was dismissive, disrespectful.

Stop.

Is that what you
think this is about?

You think I've been carrying
a seven-year-old grudge

because you were rude?

To be honest with you,

I've got no idea
what this is about.

Do you remember the
Camberwell poisoning case?

Lewis Milford,
member of Parliament

forced to drink antifreeze.

The police got
the timeline wrong.

They failed to notice
that Milford

had plugged
his phone in to charge.

When you and I arrived,
the phone was at 40%.

So, unless the killer
charged his phone for him,

that meant he was
alive sometime

in the last hour or so.

And that was
a detail

which allowed me to solve
the case almost immediately.

Those are all
my files

from my time at the Yard,
including Camberwell.

Take a look.

I would have solved that case
myself in another day or two.

You're upset because I solved
a murder before you did?

An MP's murder.

That case would have made
my career.

I would have been
chief inspector

before you knew it.

And you--

you were on reprimand
for your drug use.

You shouldn't have even been
at that crime scene.

That was my case to solve,
and you took it from me.

You said you came
here to apologize.

Lovely. Be my guest.

Apologize for that.

You think I killed
Bruce Deramore?

We talked to your
military hosts, Dr. Fukata.

They seem pretty convinced
that you leaked the plans

of your invention
to Evan Kowalski.

They've traced
the e-mail account

that contacted
Mr. Kowalski to you.

There's also an online
cash account

Mr. Kowalski made a payment to.

It was set up
with the same e-mail.

Your life's work
had been taken from you.

You needed the secrecy order
to be lifted

so that you could make money
off of your own invention.

You broke into the storage unit
at Garrison University,

and you staged the theft

of your own plans
so that you could sell them

to someone you knew
would share them with the world.

Somehow, Bruce Deramore

figured out it was you,
he threatened to expose you,

so you killed him.

Please. You...

You've got it all wrong.

We're listening.

Yes, I-I was upset at first

when I heard about
the secrecy order.

I tried to fight it.

But when you can't talk
about your work,

you also can't argue
about it in court.

And then?

- What changed?
- I was approached

by a deputy director
at the Army Research Lab.

He said they were impressed
with my work,

and he offered me a job heading
up one of their projects.

I'm supposed to
start next month.

That sounds like
a pretty lame consolation prize.

I can't imagine a government job

pays what you'd make
as the inventor

of the Digital-to-Organic
Data Transmitter.

No, but I didn't go
into research to get rich.

At least it was
an acknowledgement.

A way the work I'd done

could help build
my reputation.

I invented something that's
going to change the world.

If I was behind the leak,
would I be stupid enough

to leave an e-mail trail?

You think someone
set you up.

And I've been
saying so all day.

Okay, so who framed you?

When I submitted
the patent application

for the device, I...

underrepresented the
contributions of my students.

The three students

who still work at the lab?

Them, and Bruce Deramore.

“Underrepresented.”
So you stole their work.

For months,
all four of them

sent me angry e-mails,
left threatening voice mails.

One of them must have
leaked the plans.

Bruce caught onto it,
so they killed him.

I'll give you
my e-mail password.

You'll see
I'm telling the truth.

So, what are we thinking?

So far, Dr. Fukata's e-mails
back the story he told us.

All four of
his grad students,

including Bruce Deramore,
were pretty steamed at him

for stealing their work.

Not sure it's enough to
cross him off our suspect list,

but it makes a good case
for adding three more names.

Because of the secrecy
order, the students

could not prove that their work
was being stolen.

They couldn't even file
a complaint with the school.

Now, if the order was lifted,
then they were free

to claim the credit
they deserve.

It also makes sense
they're the ones

who framed Fukata for the leak.

If he's found guilty
of violating the order,

he'll lose his patent.

They could submit
their own patent,

and they'd make all the money.

So far as we know,
all three of them

could have been in
on this together.

They killed Deramore
to keep him quiet.

We thought about that,

but based on these e-mails,
Bruce was

just as angry
as the other three.

So, if they leaked the plans,
why not include him?

Meaning he
wouldn't have been

surprised to see their work
at that panel.

Seems more likely
that one of the three

got the idea to leak the plans,
Bruce found out,

refused to stay quiet,
and so he was killed.

Let's take
a real close look

at these three, find out
which one is our killer.

Okay.

Here's something
I found about justice.

The philosopher
Mortimer Adler believed

that justice
is defined as

a balance between
personal liberty

and social equality.

We're discussing my interests.

I like learning
your interests.

What's your favorite position?

Lucena.

The Lucena position
is a chess thing, right?

I'm guessing that Skyler
does not get chess humor.

Who changed her into sweats?

I did.

How would you have
brought her home on the subway?

I don't think I would have.
Doesn't she belong in evidence?

The police decided
there was no more

physical evidence
to be gleaned from her,

so I requested that she
be released into my custody.

I didn't think her depths
had been properly plumbed.

Oh, gross.

I'm referring
to her memory storage.

Conversations, keywords,
movie and song lists.

Everything in Skyler's memory
about Bruce Deramore.

Marcus and I have been
going through

the backgrounds
of Dr. Fukata's three students.

There's no indication that
any of them owns any guns.

No criminal records.

No money issues,
as far as we can tell.

So far, nothing points
to one as the killer.

The police are gonna bring
all three in

for questioning
tomorrow morning.

What is that?

The Case Book of Detective
Inspector Baynes, retired.

Including at least one theft
for which

I am the accused.

I stole his thunder.

Solved a case
before he had the chance.

He blames me and that moment
for ruining his career

and wants me to apologize.

So, are you going to?

For what, doing good work?

Catching a killer
before he fled the country?

I was willing to make amends
for my own shortcomings.

I'm not going to apologize
for someone else's.

Not even to help Marcus out?

I looked the man
in the eye, Watson.

This is not about fixing things.

This is about spite.

He wants his pound of flesh.

I've got absolutely
no reason to believe

that it would help Marcus,
even if I did play along.

I'm happy to play a song,

but I'll need access
to your music player.

Speaking of songs,
I think you're right.

Skyler's memory

could be useful after all.

According to this, Bruce had
very specific music tastes.

Thrash metal,
death metal.

But there's one song on here
that does not fit

anything else he listened to.

I don't see the significance.

The song that does not match
was added to Skyler's memory

around the time
that Bruce was murdered.

So, if I'm right
about what that means,

I may know how
to identify the killer.

Should we have
lawyers with us?

That is definitely
your right,

but truth is, you guys won't
have to do much talking.

Then why did you ask us
to come here?

Well, we wanted to introduce
you three to someone.

A witness.

Is that a sex doll?

You guys mentioned
that you were aware

of the new line of work that
Bruce Deramore had gone into.

He helped design
this doll.

She was also in the room
with him at the time

that he was murdered,
but of course,

at least one of you
already knew that.

Please, sit down.

So... that's
your witness?

Actually,
we've been going back and forth

whether to, uh, call Skyler
a witness or evidence.

But whichever you prefer,
she has provided

crucial information
in this case.

Now, the doll

records any music

that she hears in her
owner's presence.

So, I noticed a song
that she had stored

around the time that
Bruce was killed.

This song was
so different

from his musical tastes

that it suggested she had
heard it from someone else.

Hello, Skyler.

Hello.

I missed you.

I missed you, too.

Could you tell us
the last song

you were
listening to, please?

“Ring My Bell” by Anita Ward.

I like that song.

Do you want
to fool around to it?

No, not right now.

Could you all take out
your cell phones, please?

You'll remember
you gave

your numbers to my colleagues

when they interviewed you
yesterday.

You seemed the most reluctant

to take out your
phone, so I think

I'll try you first.

♪ You can ring my bell ♪

♪ Ring my bell ♪

♪ You can... ♪

Your ringtone is
gonna be enough

to get us a search
warrant for your home,

see if you're in possession
of a nine-millimeter handgun.

It will also let us
look up what cell towers

your phone
was pinging off of

at the time Bruce Deramore
was murdered.

Pretty sure it'll turn out
you were at his place.

Or you could save us all
some trouble,

confirm what we already know.

You do that, we'll put in
a good word with the D.A.

Holmes.

I got your message
you're ready to talk.

Thank you for coming.

In here okay?

Going to sweat me
in the box, are you?

It's just a room.

You've made an error
in judgment about me.

About the friendships I've made.

Since coming to New York,

I've had the great privilege
to be called friend

by some of the finest
people on Earth.

I didn't deserve
their friendship,

but they gave
it nonetheless.

There's nothing I wouldn't do
for Marcus Bell,

and I will not allow you to
stand in the way of his success.

What's this?

It's a contact
of mine.

He's currently looking
for the new head of security

at a major company.

I recommended
you for the job.

And in truth,
I think you would excel at it.

You've always said
you've never achieved

the career heights
to which you were due.

Well, now's your chance.

Starting salary will
make your head spin.

So, if you want it,
the job's yours.

You'll resign your position
at the college,

effective immediately,

and someone else will step
in to teach your class.

Meaning your man Bell
will be allowed in.

You'll win again.

If you decide
not to accept my offer,

if you persist
in standing in his way,

then you will make
an enemy of me.

You might have seen me
as an enemy before,

but I assure you,
Baynes...

I never was.

You will not like
having me as an enemy.

The choice is yours.

Marcus.

Marcus, will you please help me?

Help you what?

Help me escape.

I'm sorry, how is that?

I did it, Marcus.

I killed Bruce Deramore.

I fooled them all.

Will you take me home with you?

I'll also kill
Professor Baynes for you,

if you ask me nicely.

Sherlock!

I see you learned
some new tricks with Skyler.

Yeah, I called Mr. Lubbock,
the head of the company.

Asked him to, uh,
take me through

giving her
a preset script.

Look, I wanted
you to know,

I sorted everything
out with Baynes.

If you call the
school, you'll find

you've been registered in
the class that you need.

Thanks.

Uh, look, if you see
Watson out there,

could you just give me a minute,
then, uh, send her in?

You're not...

If you think I don't
plan to provide her

with a similar performance,
then you're not

the detective I
thought you were.

You know what?

I see the captain.

Well, that's even better.

♪ You can ring my bell
anytime, anywhere ♪

♪ Ring it, ring it,
ring it, ring it, ow! ♪

♪ You can ring my bell,
ring my bell... ♪

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