Elementary (2012–…): Season 1, Episode 13 - The Red Team - full transcript

While suspended from police consultancy, Holmes still keeps the force informed, despite their unwillingness to cooperate, about his discoveries in the case of crackpot conspiracy theories website administrator, who is found hanged at home. Holmes proves it's about a single credible theory, concerning the only never-published exercise of the War College's annual war game. Holmes fears that the six members of the Red team which devised the extreme war threat is being killed off and must work out, almost alone, why and by whom, which proves dangerous for him too.

It's cleanliness everywhere I look.
It's very disorientating.

Don't worry,
I did not touch your wall of crazy.

The idea that Irene was murdered
by a shadowy kingpin

that no one's ever seen or heard of
sounded crazy to me too.

But there may be a pattern here.

A trail of bread crumbs
that leads to a great criminal mind.

And how is Napoleon Bonaparte
involved?

By my fifth night without sleep,
I may have been reaching.

- What time is it?
- Uh, it's 9:30.

Wednesday.
You slept for two days straight.

That's why I'm so hungry.

I'm supposed to go out for a while,

but if you're still feeling obsessed,
I can stay.

No, I'm fine.
I've been neglecting my hobby.

I'm going to visit Swirl-Theory. Com
and discuss conspiracy theories.

- Your hobby is conspiracy theories?
- No, of course not.

They're pure sophistry. Large groups
of people cannot keep secrets.

My hobby is conspiracy theorists.
I adore them.

As one would a barmy uncle.

Or a pet that can't stop walking
into walls.

Have you ever heard anyone say
the CIA invented crack cocaine?

- I have.
- I started that.

- That's ridiculous.
- Mm.

Today, I plan to get in touch
with Zapruder,

that's the moderator's nom de plume,

and share with him the results
of a secret government study,

which concludes that rising ocean
waters will soon make a new coastline

in the Appalachian foothills.

Plans are afoot to move
the nation's capital to Omaha,

and a cadre of elite billionaires is
buying up

soon-to-be beachfront property.

Okay. Well, good luck with that.

Hmm. Enjoy your errands.

Sherlock has made progress,
but he's fragile.

Sebastian Moran upset the balance
that we found.

He's finally ready to deal
with his feelings about Irene.

He's only loved one person
in his life,

as far as I can tell,
and she was murdered.

Your contract to work as Sherlock's
sober companion expired a week ago.

And if Sherlock finds out,
it could destroy the trust you've built.

Have you considered that you yourself
could be the catalyst for a relapse?

It's not forever.

It may not be forever
but it does sound indefinite.

In the meantime,
you're not being paid.

I'm not living paycheck to paycheck.

Nor are you obligated
to spend your savings

on behalf of someone
who's no longer your client.

[PHONE BEEPS]

I should really check to see
if everything's okay.

This thing with Sherlock,
there are steps.

Captain Gregson suspended him
from the N.Y.P.D.

That relationship stabilizes him.

I just need to reopen that line
of communication between them.

Watson.

- Wanna tell me whose house this is?
- Zapruder.

Oh, the guy you were talking about
this morning? The conspiracy theorist?

His real name is Len Pontecorvo.

He didn't rise to my bait earlier.
Most unlike the man.

I e-mailed several of his colleagues
in Swirl-Theory.

Turns out, no one has heard from him
since Sunday.

So you decided
to break into his house.

Well, his compatriots feared the worst,
black bagged by the KGB,

taken to a secret NASA prison.

Please don't tell me you agree.

Of course not. NASA doesn't maintain
prisons. Everyone knows that.

But I did think he may have had
a heart attack or an accident.

Which is why I let myself in
when he didn't answer his door.

Oh, this thing we're doing right now,
it's called trespassing.

If you're worried about Mr. Pontecorvo
pressing charges, you shouldn't be.

He's got much larger problems
than us.

BELL: The department's taking a break
from you.

You couldn't take him
to the movies or something?

I tried.

Would you have preferred
we left Mr. Pontecorvo to rot?

I would've preferred
you laid low for a while,

instead of digging up some
autoerotic-strangulation case.

- Auto? He did this to himself?
- You think he didn't?

Hard to tell without removing the belt

to examine the ligature marks
on his neck.

What I did note is
the belt itself was a 38.

Large for a man of narrow proportions,
don't you think?

Could've lost weight.

Or he could've been strangled
by a much larger man

and then hung on the machine
like a Christmas ornament.

Also, notice the index finger
on his right hand.

It appears to be fractured,
just above the finger nail.

Hard to auto-eroticize anything with
a broken bone in your business hand.

I'll tell the ME to take a close look
at the victim's neck and finger.

- Not necessary. I already texted him.
- You text him?

Seems like you think
you're a consultant on this case.

- You're not.
- Which is why I'm leaving.

Right after Watson and I examine
the rest of the house.

Let you know if we learn anything.

Been through the man's things.

So far, none of the conventional ways
of getting oneself killed apply.

Pontecorvo didn't owe
anyone money,

he wasn't sleeping with anyone's wife,
wasn't sleeping with anyone.

Uh, don't you think the police
are interested in looking at that?

Police are interested
in finding the killer.

They want any and all evidence
in my possession.

Whether they admit it or not.

If all Pontecorvo did
was fill these binders,

- we should look through them too.
- Hmm.

This one says that North Korea

is actually the world's largest
manufacturer of high school textbooks.

The Supreme Court has been infiltrated
by Scientologists. It's one of mine.

Yes, we may as well bring them
with us.

Worth a laugh, anyway.
Although, I promise you,

there is a conventional explanation
for Len Pontecorvo's murder.

Information wants to get out, Watson.
Which is why...

There's no such thing as conspiracies.
We've covered this.

HOLMES:
Hello, Clyde.

Oh, are you taking Clyde?

He will starve if we leave him here.

- Oh, I didn't know you liked tortoises.
- I love them.

They make an absolutely delicious
soup stock.

What is that?

HOLMES:
It appears to be a listening device.

Someone was bugging
the conspiracy nut.

You brought that all the way over here
just to smash it to pieces?

I turned it off.
I can't have it in the house.

Don't know who's on the other end.

I've confirmed
from three different sources,

this particular surveillance device
is not commercially available.

You cannot buy it
if you are a civilian.

What are you saying, the government
was bugging Len Pontecorvo?

I thought there was no such thing
as conspiracies?

Consistency is the hobgoblin
of little minds, Watson.

The fact of the matter is, there was
a bug in Len Pontecorvo's home.

One of my contacts in London just
helped me find spyware on his laptop.

Someone was monitoring
his every move.

Why? Was he on to something?

Len Pontecorvo, rest his soul,

was one of the laziest thinkers
I've ever come across.

His ideas are insane.

Most of them, that is.

There's one
that isn't immediately laughable.

I hadn't read about it
until a short while ago.

- "The Red Team."
- Yes.

The title refers to war games.

Every year, the Army War College
stages a series of them.

The players consist of military
personnel and civilian experts.

Those representing the United States
and its allies comprise the Blue Team.

- The Red Team are the bad guys.
- Mm.

The players change every year,
as do the scenarios being tested.

But every year, the results
are published in trade journals.

Except for 2009.
Those were immediately classified.

- Why?
- Nobody knows.

That year's game was designed
to test the military response

to the activation of a sleeper cell
in New York City.

The Red Team's goal was to cause
maximum destruction and chaos

with minimum resources.
Now, Len Pontecorvo believes

that they uncovered a flaw
in national security.

Something so startling,

it was immediately declared
a federal secret.

That sounds scary.

It also doesn't sound as crazy
as the other theories.

Yeah. The identities
of the Red Teamers are classified.

But Pontecorvo uncovered
one of them.

A counterinsurgency expert
called Martin Nagowski.

WATSON:
This says he died.

He was killed a year ago
in a mugging.

Pontecorvo believes
the mugging was staged

and Nagowski was assassinated

to prevent him from revealing
the Red Team's secrets.

You had me until then.

The government doesn't go around
killing people.

It's easy enough to test
Pontecorvo's theory.

I'll identify the rest of the Red Team.
If they're alive and well, we'll move on.

Oh, it's that easy?

You're just gonna find
five classified names?

Why not? It's my day off.

And how does the head of lettuce
fit in?

Oh, thank you. I nearly forgot.

Can't make soup out of Clyde
until I've fattened him up, Watson.

That's sick.

Sherlock feels terribly
about what happened.

He'd tell you himself
but you know how he is.

What would it take
for him to come back?

Is it a matter of sitting it out
or do you want a formal apology?

You sound like he took
my favorite shirt without asking.

Holmes planned to torture
and murder somebody.

Sherlock thought that Moran
murdered the woman he loved.

Which makes it natural
to think about paying him back.

An employee of this department
does not act on those impulses.

Do you wanna know
what Sherlock can do? Nothing.

And if I had to bet,
I'd say he's not even sorry.

Now, I understand,
you're worried about your client,

you think that he needs this job
to stay sober.

I understand that. But he's broken,
and he's broken in a way

that has nothing to do
with whether or not he's getting high.

[PHONE BEEPS]

Oh, speak of the devil.

Hmm. Writing to say he's sorry?

CARLO:
I'm sorry, I don't remember him.

It's all right.

You wanna tell me why we're in
a long-term care facility in Queens?

I spent the afternoon
with Len Pontecorvo's notes,

did a little research of my own,
worked up a list of names,

people that I'm convinced
were on the Red Team.

Carlo Anillo is one of them.

He booked travel to the town
that houses the War College

on the dates of the game.

He has a PhD in civil engineering.

What's his diagnosis?

He was admitted earlier in the year
with early onset Alzheimer's.

By all accounts, his mind deteriorated
in a matter of weeks.

Curiously, no one in his family has
a history of the disease.

That's strange. Almost every
early onset case is familial.

One member of the Red Team killed
in a mugging,

one of them insensate
in a long-term care facility.

It's enough to make one curious.

Well, you can't give
someone Alzheimer's.

You said you're with the N.Y.P. D?

Most of the time, yes.

- You can talk to him now if you want.
- Thank you.

Mr. Anillo.

My name is Sherlock.
This is my associate, Joan.

We'd like to ask you a few questions,
if that's all right?

Sure, if you want.

Do you remember anything
about the time

just before you came
to the hospital?

I'm sorry, no.

Anything about your work
at Columbia?

How about the Army?
You participated in a war game.

My father was in the Marines,

in Vietnam.

Mr. Anillo.

Mr. Anillo?

I'm sorry, what did you ask me?

Does he do this often?

WOMAN:
Space out?

- Sure.
- I don't think he's spacing out.

I think he's having a micro-seizure.

I don't think so.
I asked the doctor about it.

She said seizures don't happen
to people

with that kind of Alzheimer's
that Carlo has.

You're confident that was a seizure.

You cannot give
someone Alzheimer's

but you may be able to mimic
its symptoms.

Alzheimer's patients,
they don't have seizures.

People who've been poisoned
with domoic acid do.

Domoic acid. That's what you find
in rotten shellfish.

It is also a neurotoxin.

It attacks the hippocampus,
the seat of memory in the brain.

Give someone a large enough dose,
they'd lose their entire memory.

They would appear to be
an Alzheimer's patient.

You think someone poisoned
Carlo Anillo?

Why not? Murder is just one way
to stop someone from talking.

This is much more creative.

The beauty is we can test
to see if I'm right.

If Anillo was dosed,

we'll know that someone was targeting
the 2009 members of the Red Team,

and that that person
killed Len Pontecorvo.

[PHONE RINGS]

We're talking an awful lot
for two guys

who aren't supposed to be
working together.

HOLMES [OVER PHONE]:
Listen to me. It is highly possible

that Len Pontecorvo's murderer
poisoned a man called Carlo Anillo

and murdered someone named
Martin Nagowski, maybe others.

We need to look into a war game
that was conducted in 2009.

BELL:
No, Holmes, stop talking.

We just arrested the guy
that killed Pontecorvo.

I beg your pardon?

Yeah, it's a guy named Gary Sullivan
from the chat room he moderated.

They got into a flame war

over some moon landing
conspiracy theory.

Sullivan confronted him in person.

Things got out of hand.

The guy felt so bad about what he did,
turned himself in.

I don't know where this poison stuff
is coming from,

but Sullivan didn't mean
to kill Len Pontecorvo.

It was an accident.

Just so I'm understanding you
correctly,

neither of you believe that
Neil Armstrong walked on the moon?

GARY:
Of course not. That's not the issue.

The issue is who staged
the fake landing.

Excuse me.

Well, it's obvious that that man
is not the mastermind of anything.

- What are you doing here?
- Trying to figure out what happened.

Pontecorvo's murder
may have been happenstance.

That doesn't mean
I'm wrong about the Red Team.

If Carlo Anillo was poisoned...

I mean, why are you in this building
when you're suspended?

Captain, lives may be at stake.

We need to find the Red Team
and warn them.

The department appreciates your tip in
leading to the arrest of Gary Sullivan.

Concerned citizens such as yourself

- play a role in keeping this city safe.
- Why are you talking like that?

- Are you listening to me?
- Lives are at stake every day here,

and yet we had a department
and a city before you got here.

You talk your way
into that interrogation room again,

and I will have you arrested
for trespassing.

You okay?

Punishment.
As if that accomplishes anything.

Does he really think that we need
the N.Y.P.D. To investigate?

- Don't we?
- Of course we don't.

We'll just trace the surveillance device
we found at Pontecorvo's home

back to its source.

[STATIC PLAYING OVER RADIO]

Bad enough you're making me sit
in a rental car.

Okay, I am not gonna listen
to static anymore.

It's my turn to choose the song.

You chose some abysmal racket,
I choose static.

I find it conducive to thought.

Static is not a song. It doesn't end.

[SIGHS]

How can you be sure the person
who bugged Pontecorvo's house

- is gonna come back for it?
- If there was one bug,

the odds are there are others.

Whoever left it won't want to risk
someone finding it.

The place was in the hands
of the police,

so they couldn't fetch their things
until now.

The TV satellite truck
that pulled up 20 minutes ago. Hmm.

He clearly isn't here
to install anything,

so it seems that he is posing
as a worker.

When he realizes there is no
surveillance device in the terrainium,

we'll simply follow him back
to whoever he works for.

Have you thought about maybe going
and apologizing to Captain Gregson?

Might go a long way.

The man is a practiced interrogator.

He knows an insincerity
when he hears one.

There's no part of you that feels
even a little bad about what you did?

- I don't wanna discuss this.
- Sometimes you have to talk.

- I won't feel uncomfortable, you will.
- Why?

I'm smarter than everyone I meet,
Watson.

I know it's bad form to say that,
but in my case, it's a fact.

- Allowances have to be made.
- Allowances?

It's true
I have wronged Captain Gregson.

It was the cost of revenge
and I incurred it willingly.

The larger question is, how does
my suspension benefit the city?

If the role of the public servant
is to keep an eye on the greater good,

then, why keep me from my work?
My work is the greater good.

See, you're uncomfortable.

Oh, fortunately, we will soon
have driving to distract us.

[DOOR BEEPS]

[DOOR BEEPS]

What is this place?

Howdy.

We mostly do business
by appointment here.

Howdy.

Thought you might want this back.

What is this place? NSA? CIA?
Army Intelligence?

We do market research.

It's been slow.

So who are you guys, anyway?

My name is Sherlock Holmes.

I am a temporarily suspended
consultant for the N.Y.P.D.

This is Joan Watson.
She keeps me from doing heroin.

- And you would be?
- Bill.

Bill.

Well, Bill, we know that the man
who just walked into this office

was surveilling Len Pontecorvo.

Bob? No, his sister works here.
They're going out to lunch.

I also suspect
that this office is keeping an eye

on the 2009 members
of the Red Team.

- Red Team?
- Yes.

Those it hasn't already attacked yet.

Lf, in fact, you are engaged in a plan
to eliminate those citizens,

I would like you to know
that I know who they are.

Veena Mehta,
professor of anthropology,

expert in Middle Eastern cultures,

Solomon Zyckner,
probability and statistics guru,

Sheldon Frost, the cartographer,

Harold Dresden, mathematician,

Leland Tantowicz,
weapons field expert,

and, of course, Walter McClenahan,
lieutenant colonel, retired.

Well, it sounds like they would make
an interesting dinner party.

Mm.

I'm gonna make quite certain
that nothing happens to them.

Good for you.

I gotta ask, though.

If the Army or the CIA or whoever
wanted to kill a bunch of people

who did something back in 2009,

why would any of them
still be alive today? It's the Army.

They get some helicopters,
some rocket launchers and stuff,

and take care of it all in one night.

That would be my advice, anyway.

And you can keep that.
Never seen it before.

Well, okay.
Well, that was either a waste of time,

or I'm gonna be audited every year
for the rest of my life.

Wasn't a waste. I listed the names
of some of the people

I thought might be
on the Red Team.

Our friend Bill ground his teeth
for some names but not others.

You were testing him?

Now I know the identities
of all the team members.

[PHONE RINGS]

Detective Bell, how can I help?

BELL: So we just got the results of the
tox screen we ran on Carlo Anillo.

He was poisoned with domoic acid.

Gregson wants to hear
everything you know.

Happy to oblige, as long
as you'll get me a visitor's pass.

Walter McClenahan,
systems analyst

- and lieutenant colonel, retired.
- What do you want?

You're a hard man to find.
Six addresses in two years.

Would you come with me, please?

- Something wrong?
- Who are these people?

HOLMES: That's Veena Mehta,
Harold Dresden,

Sheldon Frost,
but I suspect you know that.

Gentlemen, Miss Mehta,

I know that I'm addressing
the 2009 members of the Red Team.

Those of you who are well enough
to be walking around, anyway.

I'm a free citizen,
I'd like to leave now.

Nobody's holding you here,
Mr. McClenahan.

Walt.

These people aren't with the Army.

Let's just, uh, calm down. Sit down.
Hmm?

Let's hear what they want.

I believe that you're all in danger.

Now, some of you may know
that Martin Nagowski is dead.

I believe that his murder
was planned.

I know for a fact
that Carlo Anillo was poisoned.

You're here because the four of you
were brilliant enough

to help develop a plan
that paralyzed the Army with fear.

I'm hoping that you might be able
to provide some insight

as to who's trying to harm you.

- We should talk, I'm not going first.
- We took an oath, Sheldon.

If we all talk,
nobody can report anyone else.

Saying a single word to these people
is treason.

I'm not comfortable with this.

This is not something
you walk away from.

I'm very sorry.

We warned them, at least.

Maybe one of them will change
their mind, tell us something later.

I think maybe one of them just did.

I'm pretty sure you shouldn't use Clyde
as a paperweight.

Hardly think he minds.

You shouldn't refer to it by its name.

It'll just make it harder
to enjoy the soup.

Take a look.

I've been reviewing
past Red Team exercises.

Came across that photograph
quite by accident.

It's the man we met earlier.
He introduced himself as Bill,

but the caption lists his name
as Todd Clarke.

First lieutenant when that was taken.
Could have been captain by 2009.

Think he had something to do
with the exercises?

He worked at the Army War College.
He was surveilling Pontecorvo.

I think we may have already found
our Yossarian.

- What do you think they found?
- Haven't thought about it.

- It's my job to find the murderers.
- But you live in New York.

Their plan to attack it was so good
they made it a national secret.

The world is balanced on a knife edge
of destruction every single day.

You accept that
and you can just get on with things.

[DOORBELL RINGS]

- Sherlock Holmes?
- And you would be?

Curious if you know a man
named Todd Clarke.

HOLMES: You mean Bill?
We were just talking about him.

Are you in market research too?

You did level a series of accusations
at him earlier this afternoon.

What's this about?

Colonel Clarke was shot and killed
outside his home earlier this evening.

We're gonna need you
to come with us.

WOMAN: You accused Todd Clarke
of masterminding some sort of plot

to kill citizens who allegedly took part
in Army war games.

And by 1900 hours, he's dead.

You have to admit,
the coincidence is striking.

It's not striking.
It's not even a coincidence.

I suspect that your Colonel Clarke
was killed by the same person

who poisoned Carlo Anillo.
Question is, why?

Carlo Anillo is a private citizen.

His poisoning has nothing to do
with this.

Yes, so you've said.

Clarke was not a member
of the Red Team,

but he was Army Intelligence
and he did teach at the War College.

Which leads me to believe
that he was "Yossarian,"

their liaison during the exercise.

That means Clarke knew everything
that the Red Team did.

That makes him dangerous
in the eyes of the killer,

who may have been affiliated
with the government.

Speaking of which, where were
you two at 1900 hours this evening?

I'm sorry. Do you think this is funny?

I assure you, I find no levity
in the death of Clarke.

Why are you spouting nonsense
about government assassinations?

You know what? We're taking you
to INSCOM in Virginia

for further questioning.

What about my alibi?

There are half a dozen security
cameras concealed in my home.

If the two of you would be kind enough
to collect them,

you'll see that I was at home
at 7:00 this evening.

You told me you were getting rid
of those cameras.

Though you'd be glad
I'm not on my way to a secret prison.

You should have just given them
the tapes at the house.

Then I would not have had
to bring them down here.

- We could've avoided the whole trip.
- I wanted to take the trip.

I wanted them to interrogate me
so I could counter-interrogate them.

It worked.

Whoever's killing the Red Team
does not work at that field office.

They thought that
I killed Todd Clarke.

They obviously haven't got a clue
what's going on.

[WHISTLES]

No cabbie is gonna stop
if you blow a whistle at them.

Cabs have been hailed this way

because this is the most efficient way
to hail a cab.

The murder of Todd Clarke
makes me more certain than ever

that someone is killing anyone with
knowledge of the Red Team's plans.

I'm just not certain
it's Army Intelligence anymore.

Well, who else knew the names
of the Red Team?

See? Not stopping.

The list could've worked its way up.
Could have leaked to another agency.

Then, of course,
there's the Red Team themselves.

Why would they pick
themselves off?

- No obvious reason.
- Who are you calling?

Time for police to take the rest
of the team into protective custody.

WATSON:
Taxi!

Mr. McClenahan?

[KNOCKING ON DOOR]

Mr. McClenahan?

Mr. McClenahan?

Are you in there?

Mr. McClenahan?

How's Polk and Mahone?

They're lucky those shells
were filled with rock salt.

They're gonna be laid up for a while,
but they'll be okay.

Super too.

That contraption's not the only weapon
we found in the place.

Assault rifles, knives
and a 9-millimeter pistol.

Todd Clarke was killed
with a 9 millimeter.

[PHONE BEEPS]

We're gonna run a ballistics test,
but I'd say we found a suspect.

Holmes says he's on his way.

Now I didn't call him.

Who's texting him pictures
of the crime scene?

He probably called in a favor
from one of the CSU guys.

[PHONE BEEPS]

I'll figure it out.

We put a BOLO out on McClenahan.
Hopefully...

[PHONE BEEPS]

Hopefully, he hasn't left town yet but...
Sorry.

[PHONE BEEPS]

Says he found McClenahan.

[PHONE RINGS]

- What?
- Yeah?

How'd you find him so fast?

HOLMES [OVER PHONE]: I didn't.
I just needed you to answer the phone.

Are the others safe?

Yeah. Mehta and Frost
are at the hotel already.

Dresden has taken a while to pack,
but he's got our people with him.

HOLMES: I'm not coming there
any longer. Don't wait for me.

We're not waiting for you.

Probably be easier to fire the guy
if we ever actually paid him.

I was surprised to hear
that you hadn't gone to the hotel.

Oh, I'm...
They said we're okay for a bit. L...

There isn't much we can do quickly
these days.

Uh, she has a limb-onset ALS.

Two years now.

We're here because
Walter McClenahan has emerged

as a suspect
in the Red Team murders.

You think Walt did this?

I noticed that you
and he had a certain, uh, connection.

He seemed to listen to you.

Please.

Yeah, sure, I got to know Walt.

Uh, he's weird, but he's brilliant.

We stayed in touch.
I guess we became friends.

- I think I may be his only friend.
HOLMES: Then help us find him.

If he's not the killer, he's in danger.

If he is, we need to get him into
custody before he hurts anyone else.

I noticed you didn't exactly
howl in protest

when I mentioned he was a suspect.

Without, uh, going into specifics,

the plan we came up with
back in '09 was

disturbing.

It's a lot to live with
and it did different things to all of us.

I got back in touch with my brother.

I started going to church again.

Walt went in a different direction.

See, there are people
who want to know what we found out.

Bad people.

And Walt was convinced that
someone was gonna sell our secret.

He used to joke

that he might as well be the one
to do it.

And after Nagowski got killed,
Walt told me to look on the bright side.

Every time one of us dies,
there are fewer people to sell the plan.

That makes it worth more and more.

- I thought he was kidding.
- He was trying to drive up the price.

With the Red Team dead,

any potential buyer
would have to come to him.

He could charge a fortune.

You have an idea where he is,
don't you?

Yeah. He bought some land
out in New Jersey.

He built a bunker there.

[PHONE RINGS]

McClenahan may be in a bunker
in New Jersey.

No, he's not. We just found him
and he's definitely not our killer.

A homeless guy found him
a little while ago.

He was shot once in the back
of the head about 24 hours ago.

Then the killer dragged him over here,
left him like that.

- Where's your shadow, anyway?
- Harold Dresden's wife is sick.

She's helping him get her ready
for travel.

What are these aquamarine fibers
on his shirt?

Oh, yeah. The killer draped a blanket
over McClenahan's face and torso.

A patrolman removed it to check his
vitals when he arrived on the scene.

- He covered his face? You're sure?
- Mm-hm.

That's more care than he took
with any of his other victims.

Suggests an element
of shame here.

McClenahan was killed
by someone he knew.

Guy didn't seem
like a social butterfly.

He had one friend.

Need to get to the hotel
where Red Team's gathered.

- Why?
- I think the killer may already be there.

Well, it ain't much, I know,
but it's safe.

Detective, any word
on whether they found Walt?

I don't know how long
Sheila can stay here.

No, I haven't heard anything yet,
but, uh, we're on the case.

The others already here?

MAN: Yeah. The department took
the whole floor.

That works perfectly. Thank you.

[GRUNTS]

MAN: Mr. Dresden! Freeze!
- Aah!

HOLMES:
Everyone all right?

We think so.

After you called in the warning,
one of our guys interrupted Dresden

just as he was about to shoot
Veena Mehta.

We got the rest of the Red Team out
but he nabbed one of our detectives,

is holding him hostage in the room.

If Harold Dresden intended
to sell the Red Team's plans,

the motive would be money.

He planned to kill the other two team
members in a hotel full of policemen?

That's not something
one typically walks away from.

Doesn't sound like he plans
to go anywhere.

Our negotiator called the room phone.
Dresden gave us his demands.

Usually, a guy wants a helicopter
or a bus.

He just wants the rest of the surviving
Red Team delivered to him.

Then he'll let our guy out.

A suicide mission.
I need to speak with him.

That guy is holed up
with one of my detectives.

I'm not putting this in the hands
of a suspended consultant.

Captain,
I know why Dresden is doing this

and I know what to say
to make him stop.

I understand what's at stake here.
I'll get your man out safely.

[PHONE RINGING]

- Are they here?
HOLMES [OVER PHONE]: I think not.

Why are you calling?

HOLMES: Can you keep a secret,
Mr. Dresden?

Most people say yes
when you ask them that

but all they really want is for you
to give them the dish.

In your case, though,

I say you'd earned the right
to answer in the affirmative.

I have no idea what this is about but
I already told the police what I want.

Bring me Veena and Frost
or I shoot this detective.

HOLMES: I think we both know
that you won't do that.

Just as we both know

the only person presently in that room
that you intend to harm

is yourself, Mr. Dresden.

How could you possibly know that?

HOLMES:
Let me in. Let's talk about it.

[KNOCK ON DOOR]

If you hear what I've got to say and
you're still in the mood for violence,

then I'll leave you to your standoff.

I'm quite unarmed.

That's better.

I prefer a face-to-face, don't you?

Mind if I get something
from the minibar?

N.Y.P.D.'s buying.

Hmm.

My, uh, sober companion
couldn't make the trip up here.

But I suppose I should forgo alcohol
all the same.

You said you wanted to talk,
so sit down and talk.

I judge people by their behavior.

And your behavior can only lead
to one conclusion.

You're clearly not interested in profit.

You just want to be certain
that no one learns the plan

the six of you came up with.

You're convinced it's gonna get out.
And that when it's enacted,

thousands, maybe hundreds
of thousands of deaths will result.

But if everyone who knows the plan
is dead or stripped of their memory,

that can never happen.

The math's really
quite straightforward.

Six of you, plus your Army contact,
seven lives versus thousands.

You worked slowly at first,
you disguised what you were doing.

Then I start asking questions,
you have to speed things up.

Fortunately, for you,
after Todd Clarke was murdered,

we brought all of your remaining
targets to this hotel.

One thing I can't work out, though,

is why you became so certain
the plan would leak.

You didn't start killing for two years
after the war game.

Two years ago.

That's when Sheila woke up
one morning

and told me she felt this twitching
in her hand.

You know much
about the progression of ALS?

You lose about 2 percent
of your body's functions every month.

Two years in, all I can do is try
to keep her from getting bed sores.

I'd been approached before
about selling our plan.

I think we all had cryptic e-mails,

strangers coming up to you
in the subway.

Who'd they represent,
they never said.

One of them did say
he could help Sheila

if I talked to him.

That was two years ago.

Yeah, right when she first got sick.

I knew he was lying, of course.

But even so,
I spent days thinking about it.

If he'd been able
to do a thing for her,

I'd have told them everything I know.

See, everyone's got that one thing,
don't they?

Some weakness that could lead you
to betray every principle you ever had.

The thing we created had value.

And I realized it was only a matter
of time until someone put a price on it.

So you made arrangements
for your wife's care,

got down to business.

So you figured out my plan.
Congratulations.

And thank you
for helping me enact it.

When I only had one policeman
in here, I had no leverage.

Now, once I shoot you,

they'll realize I'm serious
about killing that detective.

They'll give me what I want.

Eight lives versus thousands.

The math still works.

I'm amazed
you still haven't worked it out.

There really is no such thing
as a secret.

Your plan, it's in a memo.

- It's been e-mailed back and forth.
- It was labeled "for eyes only."

No one but the White House
Situation Room has access to it.

- I know what it is.
- You do not!

I do.

I worked it out hours
after taking the case.

And before you pull that trigger,
you should know, I told a colleague.

I wrote it down.

Your secret is out.

If you're telling the truth,

that's checkmate.

[GUN COCKS]

So, what's the plan?

MAN 1: Don't move. All right,
hands behind your back, now.

MAN 2 [OVER RADIO]:
Target secured. Stand down.

Detective okay?

MAN 3: You're gonna wanna clear it.
MAN 4: All good.

You okay?

How did you get Dresden
to come out?

Well, I knew the Red Team's plan
and then I told him that.

How'd you figure that out?

- I thought very quickly, very carefully.
- You mean you guessed?

Well, I had a notion
as to the Red Team's strategy,

I just chose the most likely one.

Gun to one's head,
very powerful stimulus.

Captain, I think that you and I owe
each other a conversation.

I gotta deal with this.

There's a place called McNabb's
at 43rd and 12th.

Meet me there in an hour.

[BLUES MUSIC
PLAYING OVER SPEAKERS]

I'm not really supposed to be
spending much time in bars.

Well, tonight is not about you.

If I'm gonna have this conversation,
I'm gonna have a drink to go with it.

I regret that circumstances caused me
to endanger our relationship.

It was a price I was willing to pay
for revenge.

As was the likelihood
of going to prison.

As it turns out,
there was no revenge to be had.

Given that, it serves no one's interest
for you to keep me from my work.

- Who the hell are you?
- I beg your pardon?

Because, obviously, you're not
the person I thought you were.

I don't know how to answer that.

You don't let anyone into your life that's
not constantly concerned with you.

What kind of mood you're in,
whether you're getting high or not,

whether you're gonna work
like an adult

or throw a temper tantrum.

You know what?

Most of the time, you're worth it
because you are special.

Damned if you don't know it.
But you are.

You wanna work cases?

You're right. I can't say no.

Don't think for a minute
that I'm ever gonna forget

that you were planning
to murder someone on my watch.

And don't think that I'm ever
gonna really trust you again.

You don't need to trust me
to benefit from my intellect, do you?

No, I don't.

But I do need to get something
out of my system.

[HOLMES GRUNTS]

Welcome back.

WATSON:
I didn't hear you come in.

How'd it go?

Well, I've been reinstated.

Well, you don't sound too happy.

You eating soup?

I was hungry.

Please tell me you didn't cook Clyde.

The soup is split pea.

These are magnificent creatures.

Clyde will likely outlive both of us.

You didn't really think I would eat him,
did you?

I don't know. I guess it's hard to know
what you're gonna do.

You wanna tell me
what happened with Gregson?

All right. Good night.