Elementary (2012–…): Season 1, Episode 7 - One Way to Get Off - full transcript

[MAN & WOMAN WHIMPERING]

[GUNSHOT AND WOMAN SCREAMS]

[GUNSHOT]

Good morning.

And to you as well.

WATSON:
Okay. This has to stop.

This only-speaking-when-spoken-to
thing?

You're obviously angry
that I went to your friend Alistair

and that he told me
you knew someone named Irene.

You think I overstepped.

Hadn't thought about it
that much at all.

We both know that's not true.
Guess what, I'm your sober companion.

It's my job
to overstep polite boundaries.

Part of recovery is about addressing
painful things.

If you ignore them,
they become triggers.

Shoot all this in an e-mail.

I'm just much better
at processing the written word.

I'm gonna stay after you
because I know how important it is.

But if you won't talk to me,
there's only so much I can do.

[PHONE BEEPS]

- What is it?
- You're right.

I have been cutting you off.

It amounts to sulking,

and it is no way to conduct
an adult relationship.

I might not like what you did,

but I suppose
I have to respect your right to do it.

Good.

I would propose a toast
to our new spirit of collaboration,

but I, um...

I've neglected
to pour myself a coffee.

- Would you mind waiting a moment?
- Of course.

[DOOR OPENS THEN CLOSES]

Sherlock?

No Watson?

HOLMES: She took the morning off.
Something about a cousin falling ill.

[SIGHS]

- Shall we?
- Yeah.

Jay and Amy Myrose.

Their cleaning lady got here
this morning, found them like this.

Preliminary times of death indicate
the suspect broke in after midnight,

dragged the Myroses
out of their beds,

forced them to give up the combination
to their wall safe, and then...

I gotta tell you,

coming in here this morning
was like waking up

in the middle of a nightmare

that I thought I stopped having
a long time ago.

Is that because
of the uncanny similarities

to the Wade Crewes murders
in 1999?

You know about that?

I picked up the particulars
of these deaths on my scanner app

while I was taxiing over here.

Victims' arms bound
with pile-hitch knots,

pillows strapped to their heads using
belts shortly before they were killed.

Have to admit,
the similarities are striking.

Yes. No, no, I know.

I just didn't think you'd know
about Wade Crewes.

Thirteen years ago, he perpetrated

three home invasions
over the course of three months.

In every instance, a wealthy couple
murdered in the night.

Contents of their wall safe emptied.

Eventually,
he was brought to justice by, um, you.

- Yeah.
- Something of a career-defining case.

So of course I'm familiar with it.

There.

Always nice
when a psychopath grooms himself

to look the part, don't you think?

The question is,
why copycat a home invader?

You think this is the work
of a copycat?

Well, it's either that
or some kind of weird coincidence.

There is another possibility.

But that depends
on what we find in the shoe closet.

I noticed something odd
in the old case files.

Two of the safes that Crewes looted
were located in bedroom closets.

The other was in an office, but he rifled
through the bedroom anyway.

Now, in each case,

the woman of the house
had a collection of expensive shoes.

And in every case,

one of those shoes was missing
after the murder. See for yourself.

GREGSON:
Why would someone steal one shoe?

Well, that's a fair question.

My guess is the perpetrator wanted
a little something

to memorialize the occasion.

Something like, perhaps,
one high-heeled Jimmy Choo.

Wade Crewes told you
that he worked alone

when he confessed in 1999.

I think he lied.

I don't believe we're looking
for someone who's copying his work.

I think we're looking for someone
who helped him do it.

The chief of detectives
just formed a task force

on the Myrose murders.

[PHONE PLAYING "THE MURDER
(THEME FROM PSYCHO)"]

Sorry.

GREGSON:
Garrity, Ramberg, I'm pulling you in.

I'm gonna detail detectives
out of other units. Questions?

All right, then.

Captain,
if I might venture a suggestion?

You and I go to Sing Sing,
talk to Wade Crewes.

We know there's a connection between
the old murders and the new ones,

and Crewes can tell us what it is.

Waste of time. He'd tell you
he was partnered with the Taliban

if it'd shave time off his sentence.

And we don't know
there's a connection.

Oh, the missing high heel.

- Don't people lose shoes all the time?
- Not $1,000 ones.

I have to say, you seem strangely
reluctant to pursue a promising lead.

Because it's not a lead yet.

It's not an anything yet.

Maybe you'll turn out to be right,

but talking to Wade Crewes
is not gonna get you there.

I promise you.

[PHONE PLAYING "THE MURDER
(THEME FROM PSYCHO)"]

Watson, I admire your persistence,
but the reception is really...

- Where...
- Really?

Because my phone's working fine.
Four bars and everything.

Let me guess.

You want me to wait right here
while you get another "coffee."

- Or you could leave.
- I don't think ditching me

- is the most constructive approach.
- It solved the problem.

It's quite simple, Watson.

Stop trying to reach me, and things
can go back to the way they were.

I'm not gonna do that.

Then welcome
to our new arrangement.

Same as the old one,
without the goodwill you'd accrued.

I will obey the letter of our agreement.
I will check in with you every two hours.

You can give me whatever drug tests
that you want.

- My bodily fluids are at your disposal.
- That's not...

- Not finished.
- You're...

Not at your disposal
are the details of my personal life,

which are uniquely my own.

Which I will not cheapen
by allowing them to become grist

for your tedious recovery mill.

All right, then. That's that.

- I will check in with you in two hours.
- Hmm.

GREGSON:
Holmes.

Bell's got something.

All right,
CCS dug through the Myroses' laptop.

They each got threatening e-mails
from the same anonymous account.

We traced the IP address
to a guy named Julian Walsh.

Guy's a contractor.

The Myroses hired him
to remodel their kitchen,

and then fired him six weeks later.

They filed a complaint about his work
and withheld payment.

And Walsh responded
with anonymous threats.

We ran him through the NCIC.

He did time for weapons possession
and sexual assault.

We're gonna go talk to him now.

That's a lead.

"When you least expect it,
I'll be there to give you what's yours.

A pair of pliers
and a handful of rusty nails

are the only tools I need."

Sound familiar, Mr. Walsh?

Okay, yes, I sent those e-mails.

But that doesn't mean
I killed anybody.

You talked about killing people
and they wound up dead.

- I'm sure you can follow along.
- Don't know what you want me to say.

Well, listen,
we'll be more inclined to believe you

if you gave us your whereabouts
between 6 and midnight last night.

I watched TV
and then I went to bed by 11.

I live alone, but that doesn't mean
I did anything.

BELL: You understand
why we're here, Julian.

The people you threatened
in these e-mails are now dead.

WALSH: Yeah, well, I'm sorry...
BELL: We know you had it in for the...

- [WHISPERING] You with us here?
- [WHISPERING] Yep.

I just wanna see
if the house has a basement.

Walsh has looked at the floor
three times since he started talking.

He's clearly nervous.

I bet whatever he's hiding
is down there.

Okay, I'll cut this off
and get us a warrant.

Give him time to get rid of evidence?

[IN NORMAL VOICE] Mr. Walsh,
do you have a lavatory I might use?

- Huh?
- [IN NORMAL VOICE] Bathroom.

Yeah, upstairs.

[MUFFLED WHIMPERING]

HOLMES:
Identify yourself.

[GIRL SPEAKING IN RUSSIAN]

Oh, my God.

[GRUNTS]

- What the hell are you doing?
- He lied.

When he said that he lived alone.

[GIRL WHIMPERING]

Shh.

[SPEAKING IN RUSSIAN]

- Arrest him! Arrest him.
- Turn to the wall now.

[SOBBING]

WATSON:
You have to understand,

this is my nuclear option.

I've never felt the need
to go to a client's rehab before.

Yes,
but Mr. Holmes isn't a typical client.

He just won't let me help him.

He's so adamant
about being above all that.

Yeah, he does make it difficult
to keep one's cool, doesn't he?

- Please.
- Thank you.

I know from his records he spent
two hours a day in therapy with you.

Did he ever mention a woman
named Irene?

Sherlock Holmes was here
for six months,

and in that time,
he mentioned no women, no men,

no names, no dates.

I don't believe I learned
a single significant thing about him.

[WOMAN SPEAKING IN RUSSIAN]

[SOBBING]

Her name is Katya.

She came to the U.S.
To work as a prostitute.

Her handlers sold her to Julian Walsh
a couple of weeks ago.

She told me that he has been
to see her every night

since he purchased her.

You can fill in the blanks.

Most evenings, he slept in her room.

Including last night.

Walsh's sex slave is his alibi
for the Myrose killings?

Afraid it looks that way.

Respectfully, I suggest we bring
everyone on the task force

into a comprehensive review
of the original files.

Because of the shoe thing?

I'm not diverting an entire task force
for a missing high heel.

Four missing high heels,
if you count the original crime scene.

You never recovered
the original murder weapon.

No. Crewes said he dumped it
in the East River.

Well, let's go and see
if he was telling the truth.

GREGSON: Holmes,
what are we doing down here?

Ballistics comparison.

This is the original report
from the original murders.

BELL:
You gonna do it by eye?

The human eye
is a precision instrument.

It can detect grooves and lands
on a slug more efficiently

than any computer.

In both of these killings,
and in last night's murders,

the slugs had the same distinctive dent
on the case head.

It was caused by some sort of defect
in the gun's barrel.

The grooves and lands
show a steep twist to the left.

See for yourself.

Now, you can wait for the computers
to confirm it if you like,

but Wade Crewes lied to you
about that murder weapon.

He didn't dump it.

And wherever it's been
for the last 13 years,

it was used last night
to kill the Myroses.

This is no longer a theory, captain.
This is a fact.

These cases are indelibly linked.

SECRETARY:
I'll let you know when he's back. Oh.

GREGSON:
Terry?

What are you doing here?

I figured
maybe you could tell me that.

I got a message saying to come here
to review the Wade Crewes murders.

- I didn't call you.
- I did.

Miss D'Amico was your partner

when you investigated
the original murders in '99.

Surely it's possible she could help
shed some light on the situation.

We know that last night's murders

were connected to the ones
from 1999.

The way I see it,
this can mean one of two things:

First is that Wade Crewes
had an accomplice

he never told the police about.
For whatever reason,

that guy started up again
13 years later.

Second option: Crewes committed
the original crimes all by himself,

but got someone
to do last night's killing

so he could
maybe get his sentence commuted.

There is another possibility.

Wade Crewes is innocent,
the wrong man is in prison

- and the original killer is back at it.
TERRY: No way.

Crewes did it. He told us he did it.

It wouldn't be the first
false confession.

Enough. This isn't philosophy class.

We don't need to debate
every possibility.

Whatever's going on, I guarantee you
Crewes is not innocent.

Now, I'm gonna go talk to him,

see if I can shake his tree, figure out
if he's working with somebody.

Garrity, Ramberg,
I want you to grab a couple of guys

and start digging
into some old case files.

Bell, I want you to look
into the suspects from '99. All right?

We're done here.

Um, I'd like to go with you
to interview Crewes.

- Fine. You can observe.
- Um...

Not to pry, but did everything end well
with you and Detective D'Amico?

I noticed you didn't greet each other,
didn't say goodbye.

You just got done dissecting
one of my old cases

in front of a room full of people.

How about you leave
my old partnership alone?

THERAPIST: You want insights
into Sherlock Holmes?

I'll give you an insight.

He's childish and self-absorbed.

He spent nearly every group session
in total silence.

He was, bar none,
the least cooperative patient

I've ever had.

Yeah, I read the same
from most of your colleagues.

Who's that?

Oh, the gardener.

I think his name's, uh, Edson. Edison?

Why?

WATSON:
Hey, there.

- How you doing?
- Good.

- Hey, is that beekeeping equipment?
- Yeah.

Calms them down.

Everyone tells me I probably should
just spray the hives with poison,

but what can I say?

I find them interesting.

This one's getting a little big, though.

Gonna move it out to the woods.

There was a client back here
a little while ago

who was also interested
in beekeeping.

Sure. You mean Sherlock.

Yeah. You knew him?

He used to tell me
I was the only person in this place

without an agenda.

I took that to mean he liked me.

CREWES: I wasn't sure if you or
your partner would show up here.

- You were expecting us?
- Of course.

We get the newspapers in here,
detective.

Oh, wait a minute.

It's captain now, isn't it?

I read about last night's murders.

I knew you'd come see me.

Then I'll cut right to the chase.

What's the name of the guy
you're working with?

I gave up anger a long time ago.

It was one
of the only rational responses

to the irrational situation
my life had become.

But you, standing there,
accusing me,

I think that's the perfect test
for my progress, isn't it?

What, exactly, do you have
to be angry about?

As we both well know,
I'm an innocent man.

I spent years
thinking about how to prove it,

and when I finally gave up the quest,
the world decided to prove it for me.

It's like the man says:

The strongest of all warriors
are these two:

Time and Patience.

Tolstoy's War and Peace.

Your file says
you were functionally illiterate

when you confessed to the murders.

I had plenty of raw intelligence.

What I didn't have were parents
or a school system

that gave a damn about me.

And my confession, heh,

well, I gave that after
my legal-aid lawyer convinced me

it was the only way
of avoiding a guaranteed life sentence.

She wouldn't take the time
to prove my alibi.

GREGSON:
Carla Figueroa?

Please.

She recanted the second we asked her
to make an official statement.

Well, of course she did.
Carla was married.

If she admitted she was with me
during the murders,

well, that would be the end of that.

We found your fingerprints

at the scene of the third murders
in '99, remember?

You mean you put my prints

at the scene of the third murders
in 1999.

You and I both know
that evidence was planted.

Worked out pretty well for you,
didn't it, captain?

I'm not even going to respond
to that.

The next time
you and I speak to each other,

we'll be standing
on the courthouse steps

after I'm exonerated
of every charge against me.

I know he values his privacy,

but there are some things
that Sherlock needs to deal with

- if he really wants to get better.
- Are there?

Can you just tell me,

did he ever mention a woman
named Irene?

Can't say he did.

Thank you very much for your time.

The name does sound familiar,
though.

He left some things behind.
Personal stuff.

I held onto it all,
just in case he ever came back for it.

Maybe you can give these back
to him.

GREGSON: 10-2031st Avenue,
Astoria, Queens.

You wanna tell me why we're here?

Last known address
of Carla Figueroa.

We could have a quick word
with her,

see if there's anything to the notion
that she recanted Wade Crewes' alibi

to save her marriage.

I'm just being thorough.

Go right ahead.

I'm just telling you, I'm not
gonna be here when you get back.

Why are you so unwilling
to even consider the possibility

that Crewes is innocent? Is it pride?

Because I worked the case,
you didn't.

That's precisely why my input
is so valuable.

We put Crewes away
on good evidence.

His fingerprints were all over a mug
that got broken

while he was killing
his last two victims.

The same mug he accused you
of planting.

Now, when he said that, you swallowed
twice before responding,

like you were trying
to clear your throat. Hmm?

When you did answer him, your vocal
intonation was markedly different.

Now, if I wasn't watching you,

someone I have
the highest respect for,

I would think that was the response
of someone with something to hide.

It sounds like you think that anyway.

[KNOCKING ON ROOF]

My dad's gonna go ape

if he sees you guys parked
in our driveway.

- Just saying.
- We're not gonna leave the car here.

We're with the police.
We need to speak with Carla Figueroa.

Uh... My mom died four years ago.

Leukemia.

Oh, I'm so sorry to hear that.

My dad's inside
if you wanna talk to him.

No, no, no. It had to be her. Uh...

Thanks. Sorry to bother you.

Well, if she was lying,
her secret died with her.

She wasn't lying.

Oh, Wade Crewes,
he put on a good show.

Oh, I'll give him that.

But if you really wanna know
why I won't waste time

trying to find out
if Wade Crewes is innocent,

watch the tapes.

He held his tongue,
but he couldn't help gloating about it.

That's the real Wade Crewes.

GREGSON: You were dressed
like a housepainter.

CREWES:
No. Doesn't ring a bell.

Maybe I should take a look
at those crime-scene photos again.

Might jar my memory.

[DOOR OPENS THEN CLOSES]

Surprised I didn't see you today,
Watson.

I sent you a text with my exact location
every two hours.

I was busy.

I left some urine in your room.

Tell me it's in a cup.

TERRY: Are we done?
GREGSON: Possibly.

TERRY: Today is April 3rd, 1999,
and the time is 2200 hours.

I'm interviewing Wade Crewes

in connection with the deaths
of David and Lyla Dawson.

CREWES:
So where do we start?

TERRY:
How about with the fact

that you used to deliver pizzas
to the Dawsons

back when you were holding down
a job?

Is that how you scouted them out?

GREGSON:
Black, just like you asked for.

Cheers.

[KNOCKS]

We're putting our differences aside.
Come downstairs.

If you need my help,
you know I'm game,

- but if this is some sort of prank...
- I've learned something. If I'm right,

it is bigger than any dispute
between you and me.

It has a moral component.
You're good with that sort of thing.

In the first interrogation,

they served him his coffee
in a disposable cup.

The second interrogation,
they served it to him in that mug.

Black with a white stripe
around the rim.

The second interrogation took place

shortly after the second pair
of murders.

At the third crime scene,

they found physical evidence
that implicated Wade Crewes.

A fingerprint on a shattered mug.

Black with a white stripe
around the rim.

My God, it's the same mug.

The evidence was planted,

and it was Captain Gregson
who gave him that mug.

- I've been struggling with something.
- Oh, good morning to you too.

Why did you tell me
to look at the tape?

Did you honestly think
I wouldn't notice?

The mug.

The one you handed
to Wade Crewes

during your second interrogation
of him.

It's the same one that your men found
at the third crime scene.

[HOLMES CLEARS THROAT]

I want you to understand,

I take no pleasure
in pursuing this line of inquiry,

but I am obliged to pursue the facts,
and the facts

are you and Detective D'Amico
had possession of that mug

before it showed up
at the third crime scene.

As I said yesterday,
I have the utmost respect for you.

If evidence was planted,
I'm sure it was the result of frustration.

A mistake
that the perpetrator or perpetrators

would no doubt wish to take back,

especially now that it seems possible
that Mr. Crewes may well be innocent.

I don't want to...

You know
that I will find out the truth,

and the truth
may well be just compromising.

Every cop gets offered a few perks.

Free lunch here,
gym membership there.

I never took a single one.

And I sure as hell
never planted evidence.

Well, then,
could you or your former partner

please explain to me how that mug
showed up at the crime scene?

Hey.

How'd it go?

Captain Gregson got the warning
he deserved. Now to solve the case.

Hold on, I've got something for you.

You've been to Hemdale.

Edison saved them for you.

And were they everything
that you hoped? Hmm?

Do you understand me now?

I didn't read them.

I was tempted. They're from Irene,
how could I not be?

Whatever happened, this is not
how I wanna find out about it.

- A show of restraint.
- When...

If you are ready to talk about it,
I'd very much like to know.

But I'm not gonna ask you about it
anymore.

- I just thought you might want these.
- Indeed, I do.

Thank you, Watson.

Hey, what are you doing?

I left those at Hemdale
because I didn't want them.

Aren't those important?

Remember your promise:

No further discussion of this matter
until I bring it up.

Fine. Fine.

You mentioned something
about a case that needs solving?

This is Victor Nardin.

He was an early suspect
in the '99 home invasions.

He's been in prison
for the last 12 years.

Could explain why the home invasions
miraculously stopped.

He was released three weeks ago,

which could explain
why they've resumed.

How are the police
not looking for this guy?

They are. They just can't find him.

Nardin left his group home
on Staten Island two weeks ago

and has not checked in
with his parole officer.

Those letters are Cyrillic.
Is he in a gang or something?

No. Rabid football fan.

The tattoos are the names
and jersey numbers

of famous players
from Terek Grozny.

It is Chechnya's
premier football club.

And how are they gonna help us
find Victor Nardin?

I believe they already have.

Nardin has spent a decade in prison
bereft of his favorite obsession.

Wherever he is,
he will want to watch his beloved team.

There aren't that many bars
in New York

that have a satellite feed
of Chechen football.

Three, actually.

All of them in Brighton Beach.

All of them within walking distance
of Mayweather Hotel.

"Rooms by the hour, week or month.
Cash only."

[IN AMERICAN ACCENT] Yeah. I got
a delivery for one of your guests.

I need a room number.
Victor Nardin.

No Nardin?

Hold on.

Oh, no, no. I got the wrong name.

Victor Jones.

Two-eighty-two. Thank you.

TERRY:
Hey.

What gives?

Tell me,
we can't just talk at the precinct?

Not about this.

You planted that mug, didn't you?

Yeah.

We knew it was him,
but we couldn't nail him.

So after the second time
you brought him in,

you kept that mug just in case.

Good to have a trump card, huh?

I always assumed you knew that.

I knew it was convenient,
piece of evidence turning up like that.

I chalked it up to our good fortune

- because I thought we had our guy.
- We did.

Well, I was a lot more sure
about that then than I am now.

Because somebody is out there
killing people

with the same murder weapon,
Terry.

What if we were wrong?

If that were true,

and that is still a big if
as far as I'm concerned,

there are ways around that.

Whoa,
I'm not here to plan a cover-up.

If we put an innocent man in jail,
I'm not keeping quiet about it.

All right, let's just forget about the fact
that I could go to jail.

You worked that task force in '99.
How do you think that's gonna play

- for your career?
- I'll be done, doesn't matter.

If I let this happen on my watch,
I'm owning up to it.

[PHONE RINGING]

Fair warning, partner.

[IN NASAL VOICE]
Mr. Jones?

Mr. Jones, ahem, you have
a message from the front desk.

He's not here.

If I lived here,
I wouldn't be here either.

Um, should I ask
why we're not calling the police?

[IN NORMAL VOICE]
I found the man.

I just... I just wanna
have a look around.

Oh, boy.

Ugh. I don't believe it, but this place
smells worse than the outside.

Ah. Stale cigarette smoke,
cheap cologne,

a whiff of existential despair.

Ugh, this floor is sticky.

[SNIFFING]

Hmm. Evidently,
Mr. Nardin has a drinking problem.

He spills his orange juice.

- Ah.
- What?

The carpet has come loose
from the floorboards here.

It hasn't come loose from age.
Someone has pried this up.

[WATSON COUGHING]

[FLOORBOARD CREAKS]

[PHONE RINGING]

Oh.

Captain.

I need you right away.
It's happened again.

A triple this time.

Neighbor spotted the body
through a window.

I'll be right there.

And, captain,

I think I might be able to tell you
where the murder weapon is.

The homeowners
were Michael and Elizabeth Willis.

Everything about their deaths
is consistent with the others.

And the third body?

GREGSON:
Houseguest, Garret Ames.

I don't think the attacker knew
he was here.

After the Willises were shot,
there was a struggle here,

and Ames was trying to get away.

Almost made it too.

Killer shot him from right here.

[SIGHS]

Add another three to the tally.

Sorry, captain.
I know this is difficult.

Well, at least CSU gave us
some evidence.

They picked up cigarette butts
from across the street.

Neighbors saw someone smoking
and checking the place out.

Hopefully, we'll be able to harvest
some DNA.

We put a BOLO out
for Victor Nardin,

and we got a warrant
for his hotel room.

If the gun you saw
is the murder weapon,

it's beginning to look
like an open-and-shut case.

What is it?

You said the killer shot the houseguest
from here, yeah?

Yeah.

I know you got your theories
about what happened,

but I just want you to know
that if Wade Crewes is innocent,

I'm not gonna hide from that.

Yeah. Sorry, captain,
could you just give me a minute?

I'm trying to tell you
something important here.

Yes, but I wouldn't fall on my sword
just yet.

[PHONE RINGING]

Gregson.

Really?

Yeah?

Okay, yeah.

That was Bell.

Nardin returned to his hotel room.

We've got him in custody.

Excellent.

That should make it easier to confirm
that he didn't do this.

Hmm.

I don't kill those people, okay?

- Victor Nardin, think fast.
- Unh.

What are you doing?

This man is innocent.
Detective Bell, a word, if you please.

- Why he hit me?
- Hey, stay right there.

Wait, wait, wait.
You assault our perp with an orange,

and that somehow has you convinced
he's innocent?

I was testing a hypothesis
I began to form

back in Victor Nardin's hotel room.

It was odd.

Everything was out of alignment.

All his toiletries lined up
on the left-hand side.

The same was true
of his bedside table, his desk.

So he favors his left side. Big deal.

Agreed. Out of context,
it's an utterly mundane detail.

But there were these distinctive
blue marks on the ceiling

above Nardin's bed.

The kind of marks a racquetball
might make

if it was thrown repeatedly upwards.

It's a common exercise
to strengthen depth perception.

The kind of thing that you might do
if you were...

Monocular.

You're saying
that he's blind in one eye?

In his right eye.

He's learning depth perception.

The man can hardly even pour
his orange juice accurately,

let alone hit a moving target
at 20 feet.

If he's right,
it would be hard to pull off.

In the dark, with adrenaline coursing
through your system,

I'd say it was impossible.

But we've got evidence.

The murder weapon, the cigarettes...

The cigarettes were planted,
obviously.

You wanna put out a cigarette,
how do you do it?

Drop it on the floor,
you stand on it, you flatten it.

The cigarettes we found at the
crime scene had been ground out.

Victor Nardin put them out
in an ashtray.

Someone took them from his room,
transported them to the crime scene,

put the gun beneath the floorboards
before they left.

Oh, so now
Nardin's been framed too.

I think that's a fair question.

The only obvious culprit
would be the one man

who stood to benefit
from someone else being implicated.

Wade Crewes, working in tandem
with someone on the outside.

Someone with whom he shared
the location of the murder weapon,

the details of the murders in '99.

By law,
he has access to his case files.

He could see a list of suspects,
pick a man to frame.

You've spent the past 72 hours
insisting Crewes is innocent.

I've been insisting that there's
a connection. And I'm right.

The framing of Nardin
is the final stroke in a plan

that leads to Wade Crewes
walking free.

We've got five dead bodies.

Who would be willing to do that
for a guy like Crewes?

I have no idea.

Then you've got nothing.

Believe me, no one wants you
to be right about this more than me.

All you've done is scare up
a bunch of circumstantial evidence

that might or might not mean
Nardin's been framed

by Crewes' mystery partner.

And if you're right,
we better identify that partner fast.

Because if we don't,
Nardin's gonna eat these charges,

and then Crewes walks.

NEWSCASTER: The police
commissioner declined comment today

on the possibility that a pair
of violent home invasions

may signal the innocence
of the notorious Wade Crewes.

According to prison records,
Crewes hasn't had a visitor in years.

He hasn't sent a letter, he hasn't
received one. No phone calls either.

Maybe he's collaborating
with an old cellmate?

Doubtful.

Crewes' one and only cellmate
is serving life without parole.

Whoever he's working with
is willing to kill for him.

This is no casual acquaintance.

So have we been over
all of Crewes' relatives?

Crewes was raised in group homes.

He doesn't even know
his own parents.

NEWSCASTER: You seem calm for
someone who claims to have spent

13 years in jail
for crimes he didn't commit.

Things are what they are
and will be what they will be.

[WHISPERS]
Oscar Wilde.

What?

[IN NORMAL VOICE]
Crewes is quoting Oscar Wilde.

When he went to prison,
he was illiterate.

Now he quotes Wilde and Tolstoy.

He's not just reading.

He's reading at an advanced level.

Records.

Someone must have taught him
how to read.

There is no record of him
taking any classes.

Whoever taught him must have spent
quite a bit of time with him.

Lots of chats.

Time to plan.

- You just said he didn't take a class.
- But he did have a job.

A couple of years ago,

he signed up to work
at the prison library.

Someone who worked there
taught him how to read?

Maybe.

I seem to remember
that the library at Sing Sing

was on the verge of being shut down
a few years ago.

Yes. See?

It only stayed open
because a volunteer advocacy group

agreed to fund the library
and keep it staffed.

"Literacy Initiative for All." LIFA.

I've seen those initials recently.

You know him?

- My dad's gonna go ape.
- He's the son of Carla Figueroa.

The woman
Crewes had an affair with.

HOLMES: Sean Figueroa?
- Yeah.

You're that guy.

From outside my house, right?

Yeah. Sherlock Holmes.
Consulting detective.

This is Mr. Bell, frequent beneficiary
of said consultations.

How can I help you?

You ever wonder why you had such
blue eyes, Sean? You must have.

Both of your parents
are of Mexican descent,

yet there you are,
eyes as blue as the fjords of Norway.

Why do you wanna know
about my eyes?

Because that's what first led me
to believe

that Wade Crewes is your father.

I suppose I'm just wondering

if that's how you arrived
at the same conclusion.

I don't know what you're talking about,
but I'm busy, so...

Your mother had a long-standing affair
with Crewes.

I suppose
when she fell pregnant with you,

it was easy enough to pass you off
as your father's son.

But I can't imagine she told you.

You did find out, though.

Otherwise, you wouldn't have begun
volunteering at the prison library

where he works. Hmm?

You can lie all you want. It'll be
easy enough to establish paternity.

Okay. So, what if he is my dad?

How did you find out?

My mom kept a diary.

My dad didn't know
where it was hidden, but I did.

After she died,
I read the whole thing.

You must have been curious
about your real father, yeah.

The notorious killer.

So you volunteered.

Probably just observed for a while,
then you struck up a relationship.

At some point,
you revealed the connection.

And that's when Crewes
went to work on you. Yeah?

How long did it take him
to seduce you? Hmm?

How long did it take him
to talk you into killing on his behalf?

- I taught him how to read.
- That's how it started, yeah.

But there's more than a little bit
of your father in you, isn't there?

Yeah.

Enough for you to murder
five people.

You must know your father
pretty well by now. Hmm?

How do you think
he's gonna respond

when my colleagues approach him
with a deal to reduce his sentence

- in exchange for his accomplice?
- I'm done.

How loyal do you think
your father's gonna be

when your neck's
on the chopping block

and he's got freedom
at his fingertips?

Hmm?

Is he gonna hesitate for even a second
before he renounces you?

Will he visit you in prison?

What are those?

Your trophies.

From each of the crime scenes
in 1999.

Thousand-dollar shoes.

Your son told us
where you hid them.

Same place you stashed that pistol.

What are you talking about?
I don't have a son.

His name is Sean Figueroa,

and he has
a quite compelling story.

GREGSON:
Five new murders, Wade.

Sean's going away,

and you're getting
five new conspiracy charges.

No.

You framed me.

- You bastard, you framed me.
GUARD: Back up!

I'm only in here because of you.
You framed me, you bastard!

GUARD: Back in your cell.
CREWES: You framed me!

I'm innocent!

Satisfying?

You have no idea.

I'm going to bed.

Good night.

She died.

Irene?

We were quite close.

I did not take her passing well.

Good night.