Elementary (2012–…): Season 1, Episode 10 - The Leviathan - full transcript

Micah Erlich hires Holmes to solve urgently the robbery of diamonds in David Batonvert's Manhattan exchange from his world-reputed security firm's top-range vault model, the 'impregnable' Leviathan, before the news wrecks the manufacturer. Both men remember it was actually cracked once four years ago by a brilliant team of four, who were tried and jailed, but draw different conclusions concerning a connection, which Holmes has to revise while his investigation progresses with the help of his own consultants. Meanwhile he helps Watson deal with her unexpectedly visiting family rather then cancel her buddy job with him.

[BEEPS THEN WHINES]

[LOCK CLICKS]

[DOORBELL RINGS]

Hey, are you gonna get that or...?

WOMAN [ON TV]:
And now, in continuation of our series.

Hey, Sherlock's asleep.
I wasn't sure if I should get the door.

I'm Gwen.
You're the companion, right?

Yes.

[DOORBELL CONTINUES RINGING]

Guess I should go get dressed. Heh.

[MAN SPEAKING INDISTINCTLY
ON TV]

MAN [ON TV]:
- installation system to take water

from contaminated to drinkable
in a matter of seconds.

[SIGHS]

Sorry, I wasn't sure
if you wanted me to get...

Oh, you're not Sherlock.

- You're the companion, right?
- Yes.

- I'm Olivia. It's nice to meet you.
- I think I just met your sister.

Did she mention what time
our car service is getting here?

- No.
- You should get the door.

There's crepes downstairs if you want.

Good morning.

If you must know, Watson,

the Lynch sisters and I enjoy
a mutually beneficial relationship.

If I must know? I didn't ask.

I need to study the difference
between two specimens

born with exactly the same
genetic material.

In the Lynches' case,
there are seven major ones.

- And they get...
- I didn't ask.

[DOORBELL CONTINUES
RINGING]

If that's for me, I'm not here. I'm going
to bed, after I see the Lynches off.

Good morning.
Does, um, Sherlock Holmes live here?

I was referred here
by an old colleague of his in London.

He said I might
have to try more than once.

- Good advice.
- Would you please tell him

- that I need to speak with him?
- Why don't you tell him yourself?

Casterly Rock Security.

The world's foremost maker
of bank vaults.

And you, Mr. Erlich,
are the president and head engineer.

I am familiar with your work. Crepe?

Bye, Sherlock.

[DOOR OPENS THEN CLOSES]

If you know our work

you know that we introduced
a new flagship product in 2009.

- The Leviathan.
- Yes.

The safe that you marketed
as impregnable.

Did you people learn nothing
from the Titanic?

Bye, Sherlock.

[MOUTHS]
Bye.

[DOOR OPENS THEN CLOSES]

Your company introduced a
supposedly unbreakable safe in 2009

and then paid the price
for your hubris

when a Leviathan was plundered
within a calendar year. Hmm.

Thank you. The four men who robbed
that bank, they were brilliant.

A once-in-a-lifetime assembly
of criminal talent.

Eventually all four were caught and
convicted, but none of them talked.

We did what we could
to improve the product

but the chance of four criminals
that bright collaborating again?

And yet, here you sit.

The Svalbard Diamond Exchange
was robbed last night.

They're missing 40 million dollars
in stones.

Stones protected by your vault.

The Leviathan
has a seven-figure price tag.

If somebody finds out that
another one's been compromised

and we don't know how, we're done.

Well, the police must be looking
into who robbed your vault.

I take it the "how" is where I come in?

I think that there must have been
a fifth conspirator.

Someone the other thieves
never told us about.

Poppycock.

The height of intellectual vanity.

If one group can figure out how
to get past your vault, so can a second.

You don't understand. We have
six layers of bleeding-edge security.

- Redundancy at every step.
- If a second group can, so can a third.

If you want to know the answer,
take me to the diamond exchange.

We'll talk fee on the way.
Although I'm not sure I have a rate

for a job that's only gonna take
an hour or two.

Security upstairs is rather rudimentary.

I take it anything of value
is stowed in the vault, after hours.

Mr. Erlich,
the police said your consultant

can't see the vault until they're done.

I'm also a consultant with
the N.Y.P.D., Mister?

Batonvert, David Batonvert.
I'm the floor manager here.

I know how to conduct myself
at a crime scene, Mr. Batonvert.

Your name means "green stick"
in French.

- Yeah?
- Mm.

You have a motion sensor embedded
in the ceiling, light sensor on the wall.

Cardboard box can take care
of the motion sensor.

The light detector they would mask
with simple black tape.

They made short work of that lock.

Body heat sensor could be
coated with hair spray. Buy a little time.

Which brings us to the door itself, yes.

She is beautiful. Hmm.

This lock is not pickable.
That key is, what, a foot long?

The tumblers are weighted so they
cannot be manipulated with a pick.

Could, of course, put a tiny camera
on this fire extinguisher.

If you knew an excellent locksmith,
you could provide an image of the key.

Have it duplicated.

ERLICH:
Clever, but we already knew that.

- Ten-digit access code?
ERLICH: Yes.

It's provided by
a random number generator

that's hardwired into the system.
Code changes every two minutes.

- Who has the code?
- It appears on a key fob

that the owner carries.

If you want to get in there,
he's got to read it to you.

He's in Gstaad right now.
Had the fob on him the whole time.

Could attack the number generator,
make it spit out a pattern.

Predict the code.

The number generator
is working perfectly.

I'm gonna need a little time with this.

[BEEPING]

- What are you doing down here?
- Stress testing the keypad.

You think there'd be some tell
in the keys themselves.

No, what are you doing here? You said
you were gonna be gone two hours.

- It's been all day.
- Has it?

How stubborn are you gonna be
about this?

Uh, excuse me? We're closing now.

Green Stick, do you want
your diamonds back or not?

[GASPS THEN SIGHS]

- Oh, she thinks she's a clever one.
- Who's she?

- Her.
- What time is it?

She generates an ocean
of pure randomness.

She wants you to just lose hope,
drown in all those numbers.

But I can see the horizon line.

- I can tread water.
- Stop.

It is 2:00 in the morning.

You've been down here for almost,
what, 17 hours?

- So?
- So I'm supposed to meet my mother

for brunch in the morning,
not spending the night in a bank vault.

- So go then.
- I'm not gonna leave you down here.

In A.A., they'd say
you're on a dry drunk.

You're indulging in all the obsessions
of addiction without using drugs.

Are you gonna admit you can't think
your way past that vault door

or am I gonna have to
smash the fire alarm

- and get us both dragged out of here?
- You're absolutely right, Watson.

I can sometimes disappear
into the rabbit hole of my psyche.

Good, then you're ready to go.

Would you mind terribly if I tried
one more idea before we leave?

- Only take a minute.
- Ugh. Fine.

[WATSON GASPS]

What are you doing? Oh, my God.

Put that down. Put that down!

Before you say anything, I would like
to remind you that I'm holding an ax.

WATSON: Did you give the people at
Casterly Rock my cell phone number

- as your contact info?
- Well, I didn't want them to call me.

Well, they're wondering
who took an ax to their vault.

- The repair bill's gonna be huge.
- Cost of doing business.

They'll get over it
when I figure this out.

We need to figure out
who broke into the safe.

That's the way that we'll learn
how it happened.

Wasn't an inside job.
Everyone at Casterly Rock

who knew how to get into that thing
has given an alibi.

And I can't see how the original thieves
would've needed a fifth conspirator.

The four of them had all the tools
they needed between them.

No, obvious what happened.

One of the original team sold
the recipe for breaching the Leviathan

to an outside party.

That's obvious?

When you've eliminated
the impossible,

whatever remains,
however improbable, is the truth.

And what's impossible here is
that you couldn't break into the safe

but someone else could.

In other words,
you are the smartest man in the world.

Waiting for you to chime in
and say that's ridiculous.

You'd think it would be easy to get
one of the four original team

to admit that they sold the secret on.

But Carter Averill,
the man who organized the heist

died in prison last year.

And the other three have yet to
respond to my request for a visit.

[CELL PHONE RINGS]

- Ugh.
- You should answer that.

Tell them it was a necessary part of
my process.

WATSON:
What are my keys doing here?

They weigh the right amount.
And enjoy brunch with your mother.

I hadn't realized you were still
so eager to impress her.

You're dressed for a job interview,
not brunch with a loved one.

[SPEAKING IN MANDARIN]

Okay, I was still reading that.

[IN ENGLISH] I told him to bring us
whatever's freshest.

So, I'm in the cab on the way over,
and guess who I hear from.

[CELL PHONE RINGS]

- Do you have to take that?
- No. Go on.

Your brother called.

He called me.
Do you know how rare that is?

I haven't spoken to Oren in,
what, two months?

He's coming to the city.
And he's bringing Gabrielle.

Wow.

He tried to cut his trip short to come
for dinner with us tomorrow night

- but it didn't work out.
- What, tomorrow night?

- Mm-hm.
- Mom, you know about my job, right?

I mean,
I can't just leave my client alone.

This is your brother, Joan.

Can't your client get a different
babysitter for tomorrow night?

Babysitter. Okay, here we go.

[CELL PHONE RINGING]

I didn't mean it that way.

You know, I'm just gonna get that,
because it's just gonna keep...

- Hey, everything okay?
HOLMES: Excellent, actually.

Don't come back to the brownstone.
Meet me at Sing Sing Prison at 2:30.

Why do you want me
to meet you at Sing Sing?

Charles Briggs, the lock-pick
from the original team of thieves.

He's agreed to sit down with us.

Okay. Okay, I'll see you there.

Sing Sing, the prison?

[CELL GATE BUZZES]

You said you wanna know how
we got in the Leviathan.

And you think for some reason

even though I kept my mouth shut
during the trial

I'm going to tell you.

You did agree to see me,
which implies you have a price.

You're one of the best
lock-pickers in the world.

And I collect expertise, Mr. Briggs.

People to help me with my consultancy
work on an as-needed basis.

I think I could find a use
for a mind as lively as yours.

You want me to work for the cops?

I want to offer you a chance
to use your brain.

I suspect it'll be the only such offer
you get for the rest of your natural life.

How did you get past
the Leviathan door

and who did you sell your secret to?

I don't know exactly how we got in.

We were specialized.

I was responsible
for getting past the outer door.

Averill figured out the code, but
never told the rest of us how he did it.

After he got sick, he told me
someone got in touch with him.

Averill said this guy wanted to know
how he did it, and was willing to pay.

If you're saying that somebody else
broke into one of those vaults

my guess is Carter
saw an opportunity

to get a little money
for his family before he died.

Told the guy his secret.

- Who was it?
- I only know an alias.

Even if you never find this guy,
which you won't,

is that enough to land me this gig?

The guy Averill said
got in touch with him

everyone just calls him
Le Chevalier.

WATSON:
So let me get this straight.

This Le Chevalier guy,
he's a thief who's allegedly stolen

an original copy
of Shakespeare's first folio

- a collection of ancient Greek coins...
- Van Gogh's Piet?, among things.

And no one can give us
a description of him?

No one knows if he's a European,
American, a leprechaun.

- You're making a point of some kind.
- Sounds like a fairy tale.

Well, some people think so.

But all five robberies attributed
to Le Chevalier remain unsolved.

You ask Briggs for the name
of the man who bought the secret,

and he gives you a legend.

A man who might not even exist.
You know what? This is a snipe hunt.

Briggs said it himself. No one's ever
even come close to finding him.

You're forgetting one thing, Watson.
I've never gone looking for him.

WATSON: This painting
was stolen the same night

the Aster Museum
finally unveiled it to the public.

Most people think it was Le Chevalier.
If he's real, this guy's got style.

This man is real. There is
a singular sensibility at work here.

You can't just sell these things
on the black market.

They're too unique for that.

Hmm.

- Who's that?
- That is Peter Kent.

He is head of
the Kent Philanthropic Trust.

And leader of the fund-raising drive
that led to the acquisition of the Piet?.

Look at his cuff links.

They are fashioned
from silver tetradrachms.

They are Greek coins.

Now

look at the coins Le Chevalier stole.

WATSON:
They're the same.

HOLMES:
That's Le Chevalier.

Chevalier may be the stuff of legend

but Peter Kent

is listed in the phone book.

I'm sorry. I'm a little confused.
You're here to speak with Peter Kent?

Yeah, tell him it's about, uh, Greek
tetradrachms. He'll know what I mean.

Is that a real Hopper?

Oh. They're all original.

You could buy an island
with the art on these walls.

Except that. That's a lithograph.

Worth maybe 40 dollars.

He wouldn't be so brazen.

What are you doing?

I give you Van Gogh's Piet?.

We've found Le Chevalier.

ALAN:
What in God's name are you doing?

You're not Peter Kent.

No, he's my father.

He's also a thief, as you can see.

He stole the Piet?.

And two nights ago, he robbed
the Svalbard Diamond Exchange.

- Two nights ago?
- I know this may come as a shock.

But I assure you,
that painting is genuine.

I don't know anything about that.

But I'm positive my father
didn't steal anything two nights ago.

My father had a stroke two years ago.

He hasn't spoken or stood
in more than 18 months.

You were right. Charles Briggs
sent us on a snipe hunt.

Tell you what. Won't be using Charles
Briggs as a consultant anytime soon.

I can't believe I got on the subway
with a Chopard watch.

There are 200 carats of diamonds
on that thing.

I don't even want to know
how much it costs.

The watch is 25 million.

Piet? almost twice that, if, uh, recent
auctions are anything to go by.

Got away with it, didn't we?

Neither one of us wanted to put
a stroke victim in jail.

Peter Kent's son
doesn't really want the world to know

what his father did for a hobby.

- It's the best solution for all.
- I'd like to hear you explain in court.

"Your Honor, it's true.
We abetted in grand larceny."

Court, yes. Well done, Watson.

- What?
- There was a trial.

The first heist team was arrested,
three of them took plea bargains.

But Carter Averill, organizer,
he tried his luck at trial.

All the details of the original crime,
they were aired in court.

No one knew exactly how
the foursome got into the Leviathan.

It's worth going over the transcripts.
There would be expert witnesses.

Summaries of fact. Someone could
have pieced together the solution.

- Why are you looking at me like that?
- You're clinging to this copycat theory

because you couldn't figure it out.

I'm playing the probabilities.
That's what I always do.

[SIGHS]

So some priceless artifacts
just came into your possession

and the fewer questions I have
about said artifacts, the better?

Correct.

And this just happened to be
on the day

that you were looking
into Le Chevalier.

And this happens to be the stuff
that he stole.

And the culture will be grateful
for their return.

Mm-hm.

You're... You're not leaving that?

The... Oh, heh.

No, this is just something
I picked up for my place.

WATSON:
I'm not okay with this.

You don't like where it's hanging?

- You stole a 50 million dollar painting.
- I did not steal it.

I am just delaying its return.

If I'm going to spend the evening
reading court transcripts

I might as well do it
in the company of a masterpiece.

It really ties the room together.

You're gonna take that back to the
Aster Museum in the morning.

[CELL PHONE RINGING]

What's my phone doing up here?

- Hey, Oren.
OREN: Joan.

Ah, I'm so excited to see you.

- I miss you, sis.
- I miss you too.

But didn't Mom tell you I'm on a job?

She did, but I just got your text.
Said you're coming.

- From me?
- Yeah, you're coming to dinner.

- You're bringing your client.
- My client? No, l...

- Ugh.
- Oh, come on, Joan.

- Tell me you'll be there.
- Uh, I...

Yeah. Yeah, yeah, I'll be there.

- We'll talk tomorrow, okay?
- Okay.

Love you. Bye.

I put a lock code on here
to prevent you from sending out texts.

I was hired to breach the Leviathan.
You think I wouldn't get in your phone?

- You're not gonna meet my family.
- Aren't I? I don't know.

I'm not sure I can be without
your company for two hours tomorrow.

- Feeling a little relapse-y.
- Ah! You're only using that word

because you know that I can't
leave you alone if you say "relapse."

You just want to meet my family so
you can put them under a microscope.

Nonsense. You search
your conscience, Watson.

If you're really comfortable
going for dinner

while I dream
of chasing the dragon, then so be it.

I have a transcript to read.

HOLMES:
Good morning.

Coffee, yogurt, assorted fruits.

- Thanks.
- Seven minutes for you to eat.

Twenty-three minutes
for you to shower and get dressed.

Should get us to the property clerk's
office just as it opens.

Why are we going
to the property clerk's office?

That's where they keep Exhibit C.

Exhibit C from Carter Averill's trial.
I want to have a look at it.

The jury looked at it
three separate times while deliberating.

Isn't that what the jury's
supposed to do, look at the exhibits?

This is a scrap of paper

from the trash bag that the
thieves' landlord gave to the police.

It's a simple handwritten note,
a scrawled coffee order

with the names of the criminals written
next to the drinks that they wanted.

Apparently, they made a Starbucks run
while planning the heist.

So? Thieves drink coffee too.

Not my point. Prosecution used it to
prove the men were working together.

After that's done, it's hardly
a trove of information, is it?

Why would the jury need to
look at a coffee order three times?

[SIGHS]

WATSON:
That looks like a coffee order.

Three ordered soy. I'm surprised
they were so health-conscious.

That looks like something
your printer spits out

when it's trying to test
to see if it works.

It looks like sheer nonsense.
That's what it is supposed to look like.

It's a programming language
called Malbolge.

It was designed to be impenetrable.

Its creator named it after the eighth
circle of hell in Dante's Inferno.

There are few people in the world
who can recognize Malbolge

as anything other than gibberish.

Fewer still who can
write software using it.

Learned about the language
from a consultant I used in London.

She should be able
to get us a translation soon.

The important thing is, it's a message.

It was hidden in plain sight
throughout the trial.

You think someone from the jury
recognized it?

Why else would they ask to see
a coffee order again and again, hmm?

Here we are. "Justin Guthrie."

Unemployed at the time of the trial,
but listed his previous occupation

as software engineer.

Shall we see if he's familiar
with Malbolge?

What do we do if this guy Guthrie

says he doesn't know
what you're talking about?

Start by seeing if he's got
any diamonds lying around.

[CELL PHONE BEEPS]

That's it.

They attacked
the random number generator.

That does not say, "They attacked
the random number generator."

It's an algorithm, Watson.

A translation of the coded Malbolge,
sent by my contact in London.

This is how the first team of thieves
got into the Leviathan.

The vault's software spits out
10 random digits every two minutes.

This makes it impossible to predict
the access code at any given moment.

The genius of the original plan
is this algorithm.

They hacked the software,
fed the equation into it.

It spits out escalating multiples
of the number pi every two minutes.

Pi is infinite, so take a ten-digit sample,
the numbers still appear random.

If you know the algorithm,
you can predict the code.

And after you leave, it still looks like
the software is functioning perfectly.

Justin Guthrie must have
translated the Malbolge,

realized that he had the key
for cracking the Leviathan.

Well, any Leviathan.

So a guy on the jury
planned a $40-million heist?

Well, he had help, obviously,

but that's what he did. When you've
eliminated the impossible,

- Yeah, you said that already.
- Whatever remains...

Ah. Officer, we need to
get into the building.

Sorry, pal, no can do.
This is an active investigation.

I'm a consultant with the N.Y.P.D.,
I need to speak to one of the tenants.

- His name is Justin Guthrie.
- You said Guthrie?

- Yes. Shall I spell it for you? G...
- No.

He's the one we're here for. You
might wanna talk to the detectives.

Mr. Guthrie jumped out the window
of his apartment a little while ago.

[PLAYING CLASSICAL MUSIC]
[DOOR OPENS]

So the precinct detective
says this is a suicide,

but you think he stole $40 million in
diamonds and then got killed behind it?

So, what's the story?

Obviously,
a violent altercation took place.

Blood evidence.

Myself and Ms. Watson
found it and examined it closely.

Spatter pattern indicates
it's a high-forced event.

He's saying the blood came from
someone who was hit in the nose.

Okay. Worth looking into. I still don't
see the connection to that robbery.

I was just thinking
about that when you arrived.

The answer, of course,
lies in those vases.

These two, three layers of decorative
rock, each one a different color.

This one has two layers,

but the mineral residue on the glass
indicates it was full until very recently.

Many of the stones
stolen from the Svalbard Exchange

were uncut diamonds.

They happen to look exactly like
decorative rocks.

Now, if you'd just stolen some,
this vase'd be an ideal hiding place.

I'm guessing that
whichever co-conspirator

relieved Mr. Guthrie of his share of
the diamonds thought the same thing.

He was, however, in a hurry.

He might have missed one.

- You're telling us that's...
- Uncut diamond.

Let's get some more
detectives down here.

I want to start a full-scale canvass.

Looks like we have
a murder on our hands.

Look, it's almost 6:00.
We have to start getting ready.

Oh, right. Dinner with your family.

Well, as you said,
this is now a murder investigation.

You'll understand if I can't make it.

Absolutely.

I would never have been able
to prove that you're a murderer.

[ALL CHUCKLE]

Joan, you're here. Excellent.

I was just, uh, telling your family
about my work.

WATSON:
Hi, there.

This lovely young lady is Gabrielle.
She's your brother's girlfriend.

Soon, I expect, fianc?e.

It's so nice to finally meet you.

It's so nice to meet you.
Oren talks about you all the time.

What happened to
the murder investigation?

A bit of a lull right now, actually.

We're awaiting the results
of DNA tests on the blood.

And I saw a chance to spend
time with your family, and I took it.

Joan, is it true you helped
prove the CIO of Canon Ebersole

had a secretary
who killed five people?

Uh, not really.
L... I just helped out a little.

She was instrumental
in solving that case.

She also went to the trouble
of saving my life.

A promising detective
in her own right.

I'm not a detective.
I'm along for the ride. For a while. Heh.

Being modest.

That's not the only case
she's helped me solve.

Hard to picture what she does, isn't it?

"Sober companion."

When I heard that, I couldn't imagine
what it entailed, and I'm an addict.

[ALL CHUCKLE]

She practices quite a unique specialty,
your daughter.

She rebuilds lives from the ground up.

You can measure her success
in careers restored.

In my case, criminals caught
and in lives saved.

Interesting.

Never thought of it like that.

Well, of course you haven't.
You've raised a modest daughter.

She would never say such a thing.
Shall we order?

I hear the rabbit is a... ma... zing.

I know you're gonna blow this off,
but I'm gonna say anyway: Thank you.

I've never been able to
make my family understand what I do.

Yes, well, I meant
very little of what I said.

There's the blowing-off part.

Yeah. I know my audience.

I simply told them
what they wanted to hear.

Uh, they're nice people, your family,
but, at their core, conventional.

You make an effort to appear
conventional, but I know, Watson,

that you share my love
of all that is bizarre

and outside the humdrum routine
of ordinary life.

Your family will never understand this,

so I gave them some words
that they would understand.

- Hmm.
- What?

I'm just curious
as to who Justin Guthrie

might have collaborated with
to rob the diamond exchange.

I've been sifting through
his phone in my downtime.

That's the dead guy's phone?
Isn't that evidence?

Yeah, well, I will give it back
when I am finished.

He stored three phone numbers
in his "notes" section.

And each one has just a first name
next to it: "Jeremy, Amelie, Alex."

These are the names of three people
with whom he served on the jury.

So they kept in touch.

Have you served jury service?

Now, did you have any desire to see
those people again when it was over?

[TRIUMPHANT CLASSICAL MUSIC
PLAYING OVER SPEAKERS]

Ugh. It's 3:00 in the morning!

[MUSIC VOLUME DECREASES]

Oh, it's nearly finished.
Don't turn it down. I'm basking.

[MUSIC VOLUME INCREASES]

Well, can't you bask in the morning?

[MUSIC STOPS]

It's this case, Watson.

It renews one's faith in the profession.

It's a life of boundless surprises,
detective work.

Do I have to find you a drug test?

These are the four men
who broke into the Leviathan in 2010.

We've already met Charles Briggs,
lock-pick and locksmith extraordinaire.

This is Vance Paulson.

He was the inside man.

The late Carter Averill,
organizer of the crime, genius.

He mastered everything from
coding to surveillance software.

And, finally, David Retts,
PhD in electrical engineering.

Nothing about this
is making me want to bask.

I haven't got to the good bit yet.

We already know that
Justin Guthrie's programming skills

allowed him to perform much
the same function as Carter Averill.

Now, let's meet
some of his fellow jurors.

Alex Wilson worked
as an electrical engineer

until his employer
forced early retirement on him.

Jeremy Lopez, son of a locksmith.

Paid his way through school
by plying his father's trade.

So you're saying that Justin Guthrie

committed this robbery
with other members of the jury?

Probably started as a joke.

Jurors spend a lot of time together.
Lots of idle chitchat. Hmm?

They noted that between them,

they had the same skill set
as the thieves they were trying.

Once Justin Guthrie spotted
the coded programming language,

things turned serious.

They realized they'd been handed
the recipe for making millions.

So who was the inside man?

This is Amelie Widomski,
a homemaker from Roosevelt Island.

Couldn't make any sense of it

until I noticed that she'd written
her maiden name on some paperwork.

Amelie Widomski
was born Amelie Batonvert.

Green stick.

The manager of the Svalbard
Diamond Exchange is her brother.

Whether he was in on it
or whether she used the connection

to gain access during
working hours... eh.

These are the four people

who robbed the Svalbard
Diamond Exchange two days ago.

And one of them is killing the others
to keep the proceeds.

GREGSON:
Okay, ten jurors, two alternates.

The surviving juror we couldn't find
is Alex Wilson. That's the engineer.

You think he has something
to do with this, right?

So assuming you're right about what
happened, he's probably in the wind.

- Seems like he could be our guy.
- Maybe.

I believe our killer is in that room.
That man is named Jeremy Lopez.

Even from here,
you can see his face is injured.

- You think Justin Guthrie did that?
- Should be easy to find out.

[DOOR OPENS]

Ladies and gentlemen, um,

I'd like to start by, uh, thanking you all
fulfilling your civic duty.

The justice system called,
12 of you answered. Yes.

Um, unfortunately, it seems that
four of your number

have become criminals themselves.

And one of those four
is now a murderer.

Shocking, I know. But we have
a sample of the murderer's blood.

Now, it's a simple case
of comparing your

DNA to that sample,
and we'll have our killer.

Okay, you can start.

Please, bear in mind, uh, we cannot
force you to give us a sample.

But you've already demonstrated your
civic-mindedness by serving as jurors,

and, uh, I'm sure that
the innocent amongst you

will relish the chance
to help catch a murderer.

Lf, however, you recently
did murder Justin Guthrie,

you certainly should not offer
a sample. Uh, that would be folly.

Everything all right, Mr. Lopez?

Fine, fine.

All right, everyone, you can go now.
Thank you very much for your time.

We'll, uh, keep some people
on Lopez and Amelie Widomski,

make sure they don't try to flee.

Maybe he gave that sample because
if he didn't, we'd know it was him.

[HOLMES SCOFFS]

I know. He seemed pretty confident.

Why would a killer
just hand off his DNA like that?

I don't believe he would.

Captain. We just heard from
an officer in Irvington, New Jersey.

Guy saw our BOLO on Alex Wilson.

This cop swears he saw Wilson a
couple days ago. Gave us an address.

We need to find him.

I may have been wrong about Jeremy
Lopez, and I doubt Amelie Widomski

could throw a man out of a window,
so if Lopez is not our man,

then Alex Wilson must be.

N.Y.P.D., open up.

[KNOCKING ON DOOR]

Let's go, open up or we're coming in.

[FLIES BUZZING]

Detective, uh, I'm concerned there's
no need to look for Mr. Wilson inside.

Not with this many coffin flies around.

Coffin flies?

HOLMES: Small, humpbacked
members of the Phoridae family.

They feed on decaying corpses.
Congregating on this cardboard.

Looks like he's been dead
at least two days.

He didn't kill Justin Guthrie yesterday.

GREGSON:
Oh, good, you're back.

We got the preliminary DNA results
back from Justin Guthrie's apartment.

It doesn't match Jeremy Lopez,
it doesn't match Alex Wilson.

It belongs to an Army chaplain
by the name of Audrey Higuerra.

HOLMES:
What's her connection to the jury?

As far as we know,
she doesn't have one.

HOLMES: She seems rather noble,
this Audrey Higuerra, doesn't she?

Very noble indeed.

I don't like her.

Because she's a chaplain or because
of her Habitat for Humanity sticker?

Don't like her because she doesn't fit.

It was a beautiful theory,
not a hair out of place.

First robbery,
the team of jurors-turned-criminals

who turned on each other
like a pack of rabid dogs.

But this Audrey Higuerra, she doesn't
have any connection to these people.

She doesn't fit anywhere.

WATSON: But we found her blood
in Justin Guthrie's apartment.

And someone once said, "Once
you've eliminated the impossible,

whatever remains, no matter
how improbable, is the truth."

Sounds like a windbag.

WATSON: I don't see anything here
that supports the idea

that she was a murderer.

HOLMES:
Quite the opposite.

If I could attribute miracles to her,
I would nominate her for sainthood.

Yeah, looks like she's got
the caring for the sick part down.

She nursed her sister through cancer.

So not only is Audrey Higuerra
not to be found in her own home,

she's not even in the country.
We just found her calendar.

Turns out, she was deployed
to Kabul a couple weeks ago.

That can't be. We just found
a fresh blood sample, hers,

in Justin Guthrie's
apartment yesterday.

We're waiting on the Army
to confirm that she's posted overseas,

but look around. Does it
look like anyone's been here?

Can I take back everything I said
about eliminating the impossible?

Why would you want to?

Because Audrey Higuerra's sister
died of leukemia.

Once she was gone,
Audrey did everything she could

to help people with the same disease.
I used to see this at the hospital.

They give them
to bone marrow donors.

Do you still have a police detail
following Jeremy Lopez?

We called it off
when the DNA results came back.

You need to find him,
bring him in immediately.

I don't know why I'm back here.
I already gave you people my DNA.

Yeah, we had a little problem with that.

Something went wrong
with one of the swabs.

If it's not too much trouble,
we'd like to get a blood sample.

It's a cleaner read.

I've already been very helpful.

Generous, even.
But, honestly, I don't like needles.

- I don't see why I sh...
HOLMES: There they are.

Evasions and rhetorical curlicues
of a man with something to hide.

- I don't have anything to hide.
- You had leukemia,

- is that correct, Jeremy?
- Yeah. Five years ago.

- I'm better now.
HOLMES: Good.

And you're better because
of a bone marrow transplant, right?

Did you know
that one of the side effects

of a bone marrow transplant
is that your body

begins to manufacture cells that bear
the DNA of your donor? Right.

And bone marrow manufactures blood.
So you know that

every recipient of a transplant walks
around with the DNA of their donor

coursing through their veins. But the
DNA in your skin, hair, saliva,

that's all your own.

The blood that we found
at Justin Guthrie's apartment,

it bears the DNA of Audrey Higuerra,
but it came from your body.

You knew that you
could give us a saliva sample,

because the DNA wouldn't match the
blood we found at the crime scene.

I cannot believe that you are
dragging my illness into this.

You stole $40 million,
and then you murdered two people.

I'm leaving. Don't call me.
Don't expect me to cooperate.

Oh, we don't need your cooperation.

- What's that?
- Court order.

Compels you to give us
a blood sample.

We neglected to mention that we
had that when we first came in. Yes.

We just didn't want to deny ourselves

the pleasure of watching you squirm.
Right?

You give us enough
to arrest Amelie Widomski

for her part in the robbery,
and who knows?

Maybe the parole board
will see you before you're dead.

Such a shame.

Those bottles cost $500 apiece.

You'd think if they wanted to thank me
with champagne,

they'd go to the trouble
of finding out if I drink first.

Have a glass if you like.

You figured out Audrey Higuerra
was a bone marrow donor.

Pretty sure that's not a good idea.

Is the smell gonna bother you?

I suppose being proven right
is the best gift of all.

No genius independently
cracked the Leviathan.

[CORK POPS]

It was a question
of copying the original team.

Oh. So that means you still might be
the smartest person in the world.

- I would never suggest that.
- Really?

I think that's the first time I've ever
heard you say anything modest.

It's not modesty. There's just no
reliable way to test the hypothesis.

[DOORBELL RINGS]

Triplets?

- Mom?
- I know I'm not supposed to

come see you
while you're out on a job,

but you did give me
your card the other night.

I was hoping to talk to my daughter.

HOLMES: Hmm. Please, come in.
- Thank you.

I'll leave you two to chat.

It's, uh,

nice.

I've never seen anything like it,
but it seems like it suits your client.

So you wanted to come over here
to see where I'm staying?

I know you think that I don't, uh,
like your new career.

To put it mildly.

You're right, I don't like it.
But not for the reasons that you think.

I'm not happy
that you're a sober companion

because it never
seems to make you happy.

How do you know
what makes me happy?

I know because you're my daughter.

[SIGHS]

After you left medicine,
after what happened with Liam,

I've always thought that this job
was something that you picked out of...

I don't know, out of a sense of duty.

When you came to dinner
the other night,

when the two of you
talked about Sherlock's work,

I saw something in you.

There was a spark.

A sense of excitement.

I haven't seen that in you
in a long time.

You like what he does.

Yes, okay, I enjoy it.
But I'm not a detective, Mom.

I'm almost done working with Sherlock,
and then it's on to another client.

Will the next client make you happy?

People find their paths
in the strangest of ways.

[FOOTSTEPS]

So sorry to interrupt. I've seen
the most incredible thing on the news.

I'm quite sure you'd want to see it.

The police are puzzled by the
sudden and unexplained return

of Vincent Van Gogh's masterpiece,
Piet?.

It was delivered by courier to the head
of the Aster Museum of Modern Art.

The N.Y.P.D. Is speculating

that the thief must have
suffered from a guilty conscience,

but the exact motive for the return
remains a mystery.