Elementary (2012–…): Season 1, Episode 16 - Details - full transcript

WATSON:
Sherlock, you home?

I think we need
a new bulb in the foyer.

MAN: You tell me where Holmes is
and I'll let you live.

You looking for this?

[MACE CAN HISSES]

I'm going to ask you one more time.
Where is Holmes?

[GRUNTING]

That's pathetic.

Sherlock?

- Now you hit me, seriously?
- What is your damage?

Look, given that you were held
at gunpoint in this very room

little over a week ago,

I thought, perhaps, a test of your ability
to defend yourself was in order.

It was, you have much to learn
about the art of self-preservation.

Okay, if you ever do that again,
I swear...

You'll what? Fall over again?
Look, the work I do is dangerous.

You know this,
yet you insist on accompanying me

virtually everywhere I go.

Last week, a violent criminal infiltrated
this brownstone while I wasn't here.

- How? You opened the door for him.
- He was a federal agent.

Right,
and they never do anything wrong?

Realizing that you were in
physical danger was difficult for me.

If anything ever happened to you,
I'm not sure I could forgive myself.

This is not how you express
concern for someone

that you want to keep safe.

Right, so I've reached out
to a handful of martial artists

who reside in the city,
each one an expert

in his or her fighting style.

My hope is some combination
of them will agree to train you.

In the meantime, you should
expect more guerilla-style tests

of your ability to fight back.

You have been warned.

GREGSON: This is Captain Gregson.
Leave me a message.

Hey, captain, it's Bell.

Sorry to call so late,

but I thought you would wanna know
the Rodriguez thing is taken care of.

He finally copped to that
holdup in Queens.

I'm headed home now.

I'll bring you up to speed
in the morning.

[CAR HORN HONKING]

Come on.

GREGSON: We're still waiting
for ballistics to come back,

but initial indications are that this
was done with a semiautomatic MP5.

The MP5 meets all the requirements
for a good old-fashioned drive-by.

It can be held
with one hand by a lone driver,

it has a large magazine,
and in the hands of a marksman,

it's quite accurate at close range.

You, sir,
were not assailed by a marksman.

- Thank God for bad aim.
WATSON: And air bags.

Yep, I can tell
from the pattern of the holes

that the bullets were fired
in three-round bursts

from a rifle barrel
as opposed to a smoothbore,

which suggests
that whoever's behind the attack

has access to high-level
firearm augmentation.

Even if the location of the holes
reveals him to have terrible aim.

You really shouldn't
have jerked your wheel.

You would've come out
without a scratch.

Now you tell me.

It's funny, detective, the second
I heard about the attempt on your life,

I dove into your case history.

I thought it would
be only a matter of time

before the culprit's identity
presented itself. I was wrong.

You've done excellent work
over the years. Made a lot of enemies.

There's no shortage of people
who would like you dead.

You say it like it's a good thing.

Well, there is, in my humble opinion,

no greater compliment
an investigator can receive.

Speaks to the quality of your work.

Do you think
we should dive back into the files,

and get more specific

about who was trying to compliment
Detective Bell last night?

No need, actually.

I know exactly who did this.

Curtis Bradshaw.

Old-school gangster
and all around scumbag.

He was the target of a detail
I was assigned to in '09,

back when I was still a uni.

Aspiring drug kingpin, I see.

At the height of his power,
he was selling product all over the city.

Had a crew of almost 100,

and they were moving
in on other gangs' territories,

- so it was getting bloody.
- Hence the detail.

Says here he was suspected
of crimes ranging from racketeering

to torture and murder.

He was arrested in 2011 on the mere
charge of possessing stolen property.

Sentence to three years,
just served 18 months.

Bradshaw was smarter
than your average street thug.

He always flew under the radar.

Kept just enough distance
between himself and the crimes

that were being committed
by his crew.

One of the detectives on the detail...

Well, he got frustrated.

Stole some heroin
from the evidence room,

and planted it in Bradshaw's home.

Bradshaw was arrested,
but then, a few days later,

someone called with an
anonymous tip, told IA what happened.

We had no choice
but to cut Bradshaw loose.

I continued to work the detail,
went undercover for a while,

got to know his crew
inside and out.

Still couldn't find enough evidence
to connect him

to the drugs
they were trafficking, so...

So you Caponed him.

You arrested him on a less significant
charge just to get him off the street.

While he was gone, we continued
to chip away at his empire.

I went after his lieutenants, they weren't
nearly as careful as Bradshaw was,

and I managed
to put most of them away.

Six months into his sentence,
all he had left were a few corners.

Obviously, you did a lot of damage,

but how can you be sure
it's the same shooter from last night?

This was Bradshaw's baby.

It's also the car that
pulled up alongside me.

He told me before his trial, he was
gonna come after me himself,

and last night, he finally did.

Obviously, I can't have Bell here

investigating
his own attempted murder.

And since we just put eyes
on Bradshaw,

I thought maybe you could
come with me to question him?

- I suppose I could lend my services.
- Thanks for not making me beg.

REYES: Hey, you got a message
at the intake desk.

We were on our way up,
said we'd pass it along.

What kind of a name is Mr. Cheese?

He's one of my CI's, he's shy.

- Heard about last night.
- Yeah, it was just...

- Car took the worst of it.
- I'm glad you're doing okay.

How many times did you
and her have sex?

- God.
- My over/under is ten.

Officer Reyes is an old friend.

Her partner doesn't like you
very much.

He'd like to have sex with her
as well.

I mean, in addition to
and separate from,

not including you as a third party.

I know what you meant.

She boxes.

I can tell from her knuckles
and the tape residue.

Perhaps she'd agree to spar
with you, give me an idea of

what you might be like with
an opponent in your weight class.

You sure this sudden
new interest in my safety

has nothing to do with watching two
women engage in some foxy boxing?

- You think you're foxy?
GREGSON: You two ready?

Fifty on my kid right here.

Let's play some D,
let's play some defense.

Guys, come on,
you got to play some D.

Curtis Bradshaw.
Captain Gregson, N.Y.P.D.

These are my associates,
Holmes and Watson.

I'd like to ask you a few questions.

- You're blocking my view.
- Oh, yeah?

Lmagine what the view's gonna look
like from the precinct.

Can you account
for your whereabouts

between the hours of 10
and 10:30 last night?

Why would I need to?

Because someone took
a few shots at an old friend of yours.

Detective Marcus Bell.

You know, I heard something
about that on the news.

Somebody fired a whole clip
into his car and didn't hit him.

See, the thing with him is,
you gotta aim low. Yeah.

[MEN LAUGHING]

Your car was seen leaving
the scene of the crime.

You're gonna have
to be more specific.

- I have a few.
- 1968 blue Chevy Biscayne.

Get out of here.
That car was stolen two nights ago.

- Did you report the car stolen?
BRADSHAW: Hey, you know what?

As a matter of fact,
I was gonna do that today.

I'm gonna ask you one more time,
Mr. Bradshaw.

Can you account for your
whereabouts or can't you?

Yo, he was with me, man,
we went to the movies.

- We didn't leave till after midnight.
- No, man, you wrong.

He was with me last night.

He was playing cards
at my cousin's place.

You pick the alibi you like the best.

Are you a gambling man,
Mr. Bradshaw?

I've been known to make
the occasional wager, but...

I bet you I can put that ball
in that hoop from here.

If I win, tell us where you
abandoned the car last night.

- You win, tell us nothing.
- British Globetrotter here.

Do you agree to the terms
of the bet or not?

See what you got, homey.

What you got? What you got?

Look at this guy, he's a clown,
look at this guy.

He wasn't gonna
tell us anything anyway.

BRADSHAW: Come on.
- You gonna get that ball, right?

Marcus "Bulletproof" Bell.

I take it you heard about
what happened last night.

No, thanks to you.
I had to hear about it on the news.

So I hit you up at the station.
I wanted to make sure you was okay.

Now, I know you don't like
me calling you there,

so I used a code name.

Well, your old gang name
is not a code name.

So this guy, the shooter,
what'd he come at you with?

Modified MP5.

You know, I still know some people.
I could ask around,

see who's strapped
with that kind of hardware.

Not without violating your parole,
you can't.

These are for you,
it's just a few things to tide you over.

Appreciate it.

Been pretty sick
of the unsold burgers

they let me take home
from work every night.

Hoping to see my PO next week,

see if he can hook me up
with a better job.

And, hey,

you're not him, by the way.

My parole officer.

You don't have to case my place
to see if I've been up to anything.

I'm not casing anything, Andre.

What, you think I'm stupid, Marcus?

You've only been out a few weeks.
I'm just trying to look out for you.

You don't gotta look out for me.

I look out for you.
I'm the big brother here.

- Andre...
- I'm serious, Marcus.

I know you're embarrassed.

A cop with an ex-con in the family.

But it is what it is.

HOLMES: When Detective Bell said
that Curtis Bradshaw was smarter

than the average thug,
he was putting it mildly.

He never came within 1,000 yards
of the drugs he was distributing.

He allowed a small cadre
of trusted lieutenants

to oversee almost every transaction.

I'm beginning to see
why the detective on his detail

felt compelled to plant evidence
in his home.

WATSON:
Mickey Hudson, right?

Most of these are his notes.

I was thinking he might
be a good person to talk to.

Yes, he might be,
if he wasn't so very dead.

Hudson was brought up
on charges in 2009,

committed suicide
just before the trial began.

Don't you think it's weird

that Bradshaw went
after Bell himself?

I mean, he doesn't like
to get his hands dirty.

So why not farm out the hit
to one of his lieutenants?

His grudge with Bell
is very clearly personal.

Nothing makes a smart man stupid
like a thirst for vengeance.

As you well know,
I speak from experience.

I appreciate your help with these files,
by the way.

Well, Bell is family at this point.

Well, he's an excellent resource.

He's come to appreciate the efficacy
of my methods,

and he shares sensitive information
when needed.

Yeah.

If he's murdered, I'll have to start over
with another detective.

Well, I'm gonna order some Thai.
Do you want anything?

Ow!

- What the hell was that about?
- Don't be cross.

It could've been a knife.

I told you to expect more tests
of your reflexes

while I await word
from potential trainers.

You're afraid I might get hurt,
I remember.

In case you haven't noticed,

the only person
who has been hurting me is you.

You're angry, that's good.
Come on, come at me, come on!

WATSON: These locks, you put them in
some special order the other day, right?

They're arranged
in country of origin.

Do it again.

WOMAN:
Excuse me, sir?

Sir, you can't sit there.

Sir!

Fine, have it your way,
I'm calling the police.

HOLMES: It's Paula, correct?
REYES: Officer Reyes.

- You're the consultant, right?
- Yep.

We have a mutual friend,
Detective Bell.

Although,
I've never seen him naked.

Hey, little respect.

I was wondering if you might tell me
where you box.

I'm looking for a gym
for my associate, Ms. Watson.

How did you know I boxed?

No more talking, not now.

[SNIFFS]

HOLMES:
Captain.

If you're thinking about pulling
a rabbit out of the hat, get to it.

Media's already working
a killer cops angle.

They think this is retribution
for the attack on Detective Bell.

- Ridiculous.
- Astute, actually.

You think a cop did this?

I'm afraid I found evidence that would
suggest that Detective Bell did this.

BELL:
It's a boot print.

- So what?
- It's a size 10.

Pergotti.

I know I'm a detective, Holmes,

but part of a boot print
doesn't really tell me a whole story.

I found this print precisely
where the killer was standing

when they shot Curtis Bradshaw.

Then I remembered
your dark gray summer suit

you favored in September.

Always paired
with your brown Pergottis.

You are a size 10, aren't you?

Captain, I'm confused.

- You guys coming at me?
GREGSON: Of course not.

But the press is just hung
up on the timing.

It's just an ugly piece of luck.

If it's just about timing,

why is Holmes standing
in my house talking about my shoes?

Did you guys forget there were
two uniforms posted outside my door

all night last night in case Bradshaw
came after me again?

Not much of an alibi, I'm afraid.
I've calculated six different ways

that you could have given those
patrolmen the slip.

Fine, four avenues of escape,
plus two variations on the fifth.

There's the back balcony,
the fire escape...

I know we're not best friends
or anything,

but do you honestly believe
I would kill a man?

Even one as worthless
as Curtis Bradshaw?

I should think anyone might kill,
given the right circumstances.

But, no, I don't think that
you would shoot a man in cold blood.

Good.

HOLMES: Nevertheless, you will need
answers rather than indignation

when these questions are being
posed by someone other than us.

Can you give us a minute?

Water closet?

If that means bathroom,
I'm sure you can find it.

What's he mean,
questions being asked?

You guys got a print from a boot
a thousand guys must own.

We also got a perp
who took two center mass.

Just like they trained us
at the academy.

And nobody else with a gun
knows where to aim it?

You got any real suspects?

If we did, I wouldn't have to put you
on administrative duty.

Hey, I don't bench you,
how's it gonna play?

Captain...

We're gonna color
inside the lines on this.

That way, when it's over,
everyone knows you're clean.

Whenever you're ready, captain.

Whoever did this,
we're gonna find him.

I promise you.

CANDACE: You were held at gunpoint?
- We both were.

- Me and Sherlock's friend.
- His ex-dealer.

There was a struggle.

The man with the gun
was incapacitated,

but then Rhys was shot
in the abdomen.

I was able to stabilize him
until the paramedics took over.

Did he pull through,
the man who was shot?

- Yes, he did.
- What about you?

Have you noticed any
post-traumatic symptoms in yourself?

- Anxiety?
- No.

- Nightmares?
- I've been sleeping just fine.

You know I've always been supportive
of your exploration of Sherlock's work,

but your pattern with him
has become troubling.

For one thing, you haven't told him
you're no longer being paid

to serve as his sober companion.

And now it sounds as if
your life is at risk in his home.

Oh, he would agree with you.

He's been pushing me
to learn self-defense.

When's the last time you talked
about boundaries with him?

Oh, I talk about them all the time.
He doesn't always listen.

May I give you
my professional opinion?

Please.

It's time you moved on,
found a new client.

It's been a grand adventure,
these last few months with Sherlock,

but it's run its course.

But I'm not staying with him
for some grand adventure.

His work placed you
in real physical danger.

You could have been killed.

You claim he respects you,
that he cares about your safety.

If he really cares, and if he's really
as smart as you say he is,

tell me, why isn't he the one
telling you to move on?

[LOSERS' "NO MAN IS AN ISLAND"
PLAYING OVER SPEAKERS]

Sounds of jungle

Sounds of rave

Is this another test of my reflexes?

Because you're about to see
how quickly I can call the police.

Watson, you startled me.
Sorry about the din.

I needed something to obscure
the sound of my ballistics exam.

This is a residence.

There are people that
live in this neighborhood.

You don't do a ballistics exam here.

As a matter of fact,
you don't do a ballistics exam, period.

- You let the police do that.
- Of course, you're right.

I'm afraid in this instance,

surrendering this weapon to the police
was the last thing I could do.

Glad you got my message.

I just wanted to tell you
that I reached out.

Some of my old people,
they like their toys.

You know how to tune up an MP5,
these boys know you.

- Man, what did I say?
- Hold up, hold up.

I got a name. Tico Bettis.

Out of Bed-Stuy.

If he's the one who tweaked that gun,
he might know who used it.

You're welcome.

You're not allowed to be
in contact with your old people.

I called a couple of old friends
because my brother got shot at.

You don't think the N.Y.P.D.
Knows about Tico?

My boss talked to him
and five just like him

before they pulled my car
out the gutter, he's clean.

Your PO finds out you've been talking
to your old friends,

you go back in, for what? Nothing.

Hey, hey,
I just wanted to help, man...

Why don't you help
yourself for a change?

You can't understand that I might
wanna do something that matters?

Look,
I know what you're going through.

- No, no, man, you got no idea.
- Andre.

You got no idea what this is like.

But who knows?

Maybe someday you will.

So I got a text to be here?

Yeah, he needs to talk to you
about something.

Are those bullet holes
in that dummy?

They are.

You know if you fired a gun in here,
I could arrest you.

I do.

Someone want to tell me
what the hell is going on?

Sherlock thinks that
someone's trying to frame you

for the murder of Curtis Bradshaw.

Look, if this is
about those Pergottis again,

we're talking about a boot you could
buy in any department store in the city.

If the guy who killed Bradshaw
wanted me to take the fall,

he's the worst frame artist
I've ever seen.

The boots were the first part of the plan.
The gun was the second.

BELL:
What gun? What are you talking...?

- Where'd you get that?
- Your home.

No sooner had
I entered your bathroom today

than I noticed the unmistakable scent
of a recently expended firearm.

I followed it
to an air-conditioning vent,

found this 9-millimeter
tucked inside.

I've never seen
that gun before in my life.

I believe you.

Yet it was the last thing
Curtis Bradshaw saw in his.

I just compared the slugs
I fired into that dummy

with images from the ones recovered
from Mr. Bradshaw's body.

Perfect match.

GREGSON:
I just heard back from the lab.

They confirmed this is the gun
that was used to kill Curtis Bradshaw.

- Do tell.
- I'm glad you found it.

What exactly compelled
you to go poking around in dumpsters

in the neighborhood
where Bradshaw was shot?

A hunch.

Well, I'm glad you found it.

What I'm less glad about
is that there were no prints recovered.

So, technically,
you're still a suspect in the shooting.

IA hasn't given you any grief yet,
have they?

Not yet.

All right, well, keep your cool,

and we'll keep trying to figure out
who pulled the trigger.

BELL:
All right.

You were uncomfortable
with the lie that we've told.

- You shouldn't be.
- Easy for you to say.

Why? Because I'm a mere consultant
and you're a real policeman?

Think I don't have as much
respect for the captain as you?

No, of course not.

I removed the gun
from your apartment for two reasons.

Firstly, I'm absolutely certain
that you didn't shoot Curtis Bradshaw.

Why? Because only an idiot would've
brought the gun back

to his apartment after he'd used it,
and you, detective, are not an idiot.

Thank you.

Secondly, I don't want
to put our friend, the captain,

in the unenviable position
of having to open a case

against his favored apprentice
and right-hand man.

If he knew this gun was found
in your apartment,

he would have no choice
but to inform Internal Affairs.

The last thing our investigation
needs right now

is a jaunt around the bureaucratic
maypole, wouldn't you agree?

So, what now?

I would like to take a second look
at your apartment.

Just out of curiosity, detective,

how many of those do you have,
keys to your apartment?

Why do you wanna know?

Your framer obviously
didn't force their way in,

so they either picked the lock
or they have a key.

- No.
- You're certain?

Of course. Look, go to my place,
do that thing you do.

I'll keep trying to think of suspects.
If anyone comes to mind, I'll call you.

Andre. Over here.

So, what is it you couldn't
say to me over the phone?

Oh, wait, I'm sorry.

Aren't you worried somebody here
may figure out we're family?

I wanna talk to you
about Curtis Bradshaw.

No, see, I'm not allowed
to discuss criminal activity.

You were pretty clear
about that last night.

Would you please listen?

Somebody's trying to frame me
for murder.

That drive-by was just a stunt.

Somebody put Bradshaw's stink on it,
trying to fit me for a motive.

Then they killed the man,
then they hid the gun in my house.

- Are you serious?
- Oh, we got a few leads.

Obviously, he knows where I live,
had a way to get in quick, quiet.

And we know
he wears Pergotti boots.

Just like the ones that were in
that box of clothes

I gave you when you first got out.

- You think it's me.
- I didn't say that.

- Yeah, you did.
- Hey, Andre...

That's why you brought
me down here, right?

Just in case you were right,

you could throw me
in a cell somewhere.

It's not like I could
bring a gun here...

You stayed with me
when you first got out.

You could have made
a copy of my key.

Last night, you said maybe someday
I'd know what it was like to be you?

What, and you thought that
meant I would try to...

Look, things have been bad
between us for a long time, Andre.

No, things have been bad ever since
you decided to become a cop.

What? I should have joined a gang
like you?

Gone out and run a corner?

I've sacrificed everything for you.

You did what came easy to you.

The only thing
you ever sacrificed were years

you could have shaved
off your sentence

if you had rolled on your friends
when you got arrested.

Years you could have spent
with me, with Mom.

Please, if that was you shot up
my car the other night,

if you had anything to do with what
happened to Curtis Bradshaw,

now is the time to tell me.

Now is the time to let me
try and help you.

Andre? Hey, Andre?

REYES:
Bell! Bell!

Hey, back, back!
Hey, it's okay, it's fine.

It's all right, he's my brother.

[OFFICERS MURMURING
INDISTINCTLY]

WATSON:
I take it the bathroom is also a bust.

That depends.

Can you think of any reason

that Bell would have a lingerie
catalogue in which your head

has been superimposed
on almost all of the models?

He hasn't, but can you think
of any reason he would?

You're just frustrated because
we've been here for a few hours

and we haven't found anything.

I'm annoyed because
we haven't found anything.

I'm frustrated because despite the
recent attempt on a colleague's life,

you still haven't agreed
to learn self-defense.

You know, I appreciate
your concern with my safety,

I really do, but I think we need to have
a conversation about boundaries.

You know, you've given
me this incredible window

into what you do,
and you know what?

It is fascinating,
but at the end of the day,

I am not your apprentice.
I am your sober companion.

No, you're not! No, you are not.
You haven't been for quite some time.

Sherlock, what are you...?

I know that you lied to me
several weeks ago

when you said that my father
had renewed your contract.

I found out when
I telephoned him last week.

I'm not angry.
If anything, I am grateful.

You saw that I was in a raw state

and you stayed to see me through it.

Now, when I learned of the lie,

however, I deliberately adopted
a more sanguine mood.

I wanted you to see that I was
well again so you could move on.

But the most curious thing
happened.

You stayed.

Days passed, then a week.

It became clearer and clearer
that you were not staying for me,

but for yourself.

- Sherlock...
- It's difficult for you to say aloud,

I know, so I won't ask you to.

Rather, I would ask you
to consider a proposal.

Stay on permanently.

Not as my sober companion
but as my companion.

Allow me to continue to teach you.

Assist me in my investigations.

In return, you will receive a stipend

that will at least equal the salary
my father was paying you.

You don't even have
a source of income.

I have certain funds set aside.

You may continue to reside
at the Brownstone,

you may reside elsewhere.

You may also consider
yourself relieved of any

and all confidentiality burdens
with regards to my sobriety.

See, this is an important decision,

and I encourage you to discuss it
with others.

Explain what you have been to me,

and what I believe you can be to me.

Partner.

And lest you think that
this is an act of charity,

a gift from a grateful client,
let me assure you, it is not.

I am better with you, Watson.

I'm sharper, I'm more focused.

Difficult to say why, exactly.

Perhaps, in time,
I'll solve that as well.

[MAN SPEAKING INDISTINCTLY
ON TV]

Andre? Look, I know you're in there.
I can hear the TV.

I just... I wanna apologize
for what I said before.

I never should have called
you to the station like that.

Can you just? Andre?

Andre, you in here?

Andre!

No, no, no.

Hold on, hold on.

Yeah, this is Detective Marcus Bell,
badge number 42819.

I need an bus
at 73 Parsons Boulevard.

Male shot at the scene.

Be advised, the victim is my brother.

Come here.

HOLMES:
It's interesting.

We were in Detective Bell's apartment
for four hours this afternoon.

I saw nothing that would indicate
he had a brother.

He did say before
he left for the hospital

they were not on the best of terms.

Still, I'm me.

WATSON: You've been staring at that
message for over five minutes now.

Have I?

- I don't think it's a coded message.
- No.

Admirable, though, isn't it?

Whoever tried to frame Detective Bell
clearly had the same idea here.

I foiled the first frame-up

when I delivered the 9-millimeter
to the police

and said that I found it.
They tried a second attempt.

Detective Bell's sibling
lost consciousness,

but before he did, he makes
a valiant attempt to make sure

that he doesn't end up a prop
in that masquerade.

How do you know
it was the same shooter?

Andre is an ex-convict.
His legal file is over 4 inches thick.

Who knows what trouble
he might have been in?

Obviously, Andre Bell knew
that he wasn't in any at all.

Why else would he use
his last breath to try

and clear his brother?
He understood what this was.

Look.

You see the slight declivity
in the dirt?

If that's not another
partial Pergotti footprint

meant to implicate Detective Bell,

I'll stop throwing tennis balls at you.

You can tell what that
is all the way from here?

Don't you think it's time for us to tell
Captain Gregson about the framer?

I think I would like to discuss
it with the detective first.

I obviously put certain
wheels in motion

when I removed the handgun
from his apartment.

I don't wanna make another move
without his consent.

BELL:
I'll tell him.

You were just trying to help me out,
and him.

He'll understand,

but I think he'll take it better
coming from me.

Look, this isn't right.

They said they were gonna
close him up 20 minutes ago.

It takes time.

It's a good sign
they decided to suture.

You saved his life.

If anyone could take two slugs to
the back and pull through, it's Andre.

- He's a stubborn bastard.
- Today, that is a good thing.

About time it started working for him,
ruined the last three years of his life.

- What do you mean?
- Nothing.

I just never quite forgave him
for staying in as long as he did.

A while back, I cashed in a big favor
to get him an early parole hearing.

But the dope, he wouldn't play ball.

All he had to do was identify
his gang's drug hookup.

Mind you, the police already
knew who the guy was.

He was serving ten to 20.

But Andre has his code.

He wouldn't talk,
served his full term.

It was you.

You were the one who blew the whistle
on the Curtis Bradshaw detail.

What?

I looked at some
of Andre's files tonight.

His first parole hearing
was June 2009,

one month after Mickey Hudson
was busted for planting evidence.

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

It fits.

Your place is immaculate.
Your sock drawer is immaculate.

You're a straight shooter
in every corner of your life.

Your frustration with Andre
because he wouldn't talk...

- I don't see why it matters.
- It matters, detective.

Did you earn the favor
by informing on your boss or not?

I wasn't gonna watch
some dirtbag plant evidence.

That wasn't right,
someone had to speak up.

- So what?
- So what?

We've been looking
at the wrong pool of suspects.

Anyone from the old detail
would have had the requisite skills

and the motive
to carry out these crimes.

- They'd want to see you punished.
- Nobody knew.

Perhaps they found out.

REYES: You wanted to see me?
- Have a seat, Officer Reyes.

[SCOFFS]

Did I do something wrong?

Oh, we have reason to believe
you did several things wrong.

Shooting up Detective Bell's car,
for example.

Killing Curtis Bradshaw.

Planting the murder weapon
in Bell's residence.

Shooting his brother when
the first frame-up went sideways.

What?

We recently had occasion
to take a very careful look

at the members
of the Curtis Bradshaw detail

who worked with
Detective Mickey Hudson in 2009,

- and there you were.
- Yeah, and?

Well, you looked up to Hudson,
you respected him.

He wrote you a recommendation

when you applied for promotion
to the Vice Squad.

Yeah, he was good police.

There are some members
of Internal Affairs

- who would disagree with you.
- The rat squad?

I never much cared
what they thought.

Well, Detective Evan Carlyle
of the rat squad,

would be most disappointed
to hear you say that.

We know that you've been seeing him
on and off for the past few months.

And we strongly suspect it had
something to do with gaining access

to his most sensitive files.

Three years ago,

when IA first started
to investigate Hudson,

they came to suspect that maybe
you had helped him steal the drugs

that wended their way
into Curtis Bradshaw's home.

Yeah, they questioned me.

- I told them I had nothing to do with it.
HOLMES: Hudson backed your story,

probably because he'd already
decided to kill himself.

Why's he gonna ruin your life

when he'd already decided
to end his own?

GREGSON: But you still had
a black mark against you.

The department couldn't take
any real action against you

but you were told Vice
was never gonna happen.

You were undeterred.
You applied three more times.

After your most recent rejection,
I imagine you were incensed.

You simply had to know
who was it who tipped off IA

as to Hudson's transgressions.

Must have broken your heart

when you found out that
it was Detective Bell.

Someone you had dated.

Someone who'd given you
the key to his apartment.

HOLMES: He must've known.
He made no mention of your name

when he filed his report.

He had absolutely no clue
as to your involvement.

When we told him a short while ago,
stunned.

You have a problem with me,
captain?

Take it up with my union rep.

HOLMES: So we visited your home
this morning.

Um, would you care to explain these?

Shoelace eyelets.
From a pair of Pergotti boots.

The same boots
you used to plant footprints

that you knew would lead back
to Detective Bell.

You torched them in your garage,
but those didn't burn.

Does the name Denny Vargas
mean anything to you?

Should do. You arrested him
two months ago in his home.

It was suspected that Vargas was
maintaining an arsenal of untraceable,

unregistered firearms.

Strangely, none of those firearms
were seized by you during the arrest.

Well, not officially, anyway.

The assault on Detective Bell's car
was done with a modified MP5.

Bradshaw was killed
with a Colt 9-millimeter.

And Andre Bell was shot with an
as-yet-undiscovered, .22-caliber pistol.

The lab ran tests,

and the bullet profiles
for these attacks

match several of the crimes
committed by Denny Vargas.

It's interesting, no?

You arrest him, his guns disappear.

Could it be, Officer Reyes,

that you are stockpiling your own
personal armory of untraceable guns?

Why am I not surprised
he's not here?

Bell.

He would never say anything like this
to my face.

It's not his style.

REPORTER [ON TV]: Officer Paula
Reyes was arrested this morning...

So even if she pleads out,
that'll be life, right?

Probably.

You remember Sharise?

Mm-hm.

She cut the spokes on my bike

when we broke up
in the seventh grade.

But that's the worst thing
any of my exes tried to do to me.

[BOTH LAUGHING]

Andre, about what I said the other day,
asking you if you...

Don't.

- You don't have to say anything.
- No, I do.

I do. I'm sorry. I, uh...

It's cool, Marcus.

It's cool, seriously.

I gotta ask.

The note you left?

"Was not Marcus"?

You told me someone tried
to frame you for a shooting.

I don't know.

I just figured maybe
it was the same guy.

No, I know,

but we fought yesterday.

You were shot in the back.

No way you saw who did it.

No way you could've known
for sure it wasn't me.

But I did know.

I know you.

And you gotta look out for family.

Even when they disappoint you.

You're rearranging the locks again.

You're doing it by

date of manufacture,
earliest to latest.

Yup, seems like the most sensible
way to display them.

WATSON:
This week, anyway.

I like to be paid on Thursdays.

Since I don't have
an apartment now,

I will stay here rent-free
until I find something else.

And you will continue going
to group support meetings with me

for as long as we work together.

Congratulations on your new career,
Watson.

- Just one more thing for this to work.
- Yeah, what's that?

Ow!

Could have been a knife.