Elementary (2012–…): Season 2, Episode 11 - Internal Audit - full transcript

NARRATOR:
Previously on Elementary:
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JAMES: You ruined my life.
- Gun.

GRETCHEN: A blood clot got wedged
in his right subclavian artery.

Obstructed blood flow to his arm
for about 30 minutes.

He may never regain
full use of the limb.

This is about your guilt. You're not
directly responsible for what happened.

But this time, your fondness for
blowing past bureaucratic guide posts

- got a man you respect shot.
- He may very well have saved my life.

I'd rather not see you around here.

[CHATTERING]

Look at you, southpaw.

Well, life is change, right?

At least, nowadays, most of the
paperwork is on the computer.

Well, I made you some
ready-to-nuke dinners.

Nothing fancy. Baked ziti's
about the extent of my culinary skills.

Thanks. It's really nice of you.

What did the doctor say
about your hand?

Uh, he doesn't know.
It's only been a few weeks.

Physical therapy's helping,

but they still can't tell me
if the damage is permanent.

Well, you're back at work. That's good.

Yeah. If you call, uh,
pushing papers around "work."

Hey, you know they say learning
to write with your other hand

is good for the brain.
Builds new pathways.

Keeps you young.

Great. So if this trauma sticks
around forever,

I'll have a really long time to enjoy it.

Marcus, do you think you need
to talk to someone?

No. Honestly, what I think
I need is to talk less.

Thanks again for the food. Okay?

- All right. I'll see you later.
- Mm-hm.

Gonna trip the proximity sensor.

Would you mind stepping back a couple
of paces? I'm feeling a little crowded.

[CAR ALARM WAILING]

Hey. Are you crazy?

- Half-million dollar car.
- Surely, when your employers hired you

to test security measures, they knew
it would result in a little wear and tear.

Wouldn't explain a foot in the door.

They should be pleased.
System's obviously impregnable.

Actually, it's totally pregnable.
I beat it 10 times today.

You got a lot on your mind.

All the stuff that happened
with your buddy, the detective.

Is utterly irrelevant
to breaking into a car.

Obviously.

In terms of my actions on the case,
which resulted in Detective Bell's injury,

I was completely in the right.

I've reviewed every decision I made.

Every inflection point
in the investigation.

And it is indisputable
from any rational cost-benefit analysis

that I did everything correctly.

So why can I not move on?

Why does the matter persist
in buzzing away

at my most precious commodity,
my concentration?

Maybe we should head for a meeting.

I came here tonight,
not as your sponsee,

but as a friend and colleague
whose vocation

creates certain overlapping interests.

Besides I think
this is what I need tonight.

Fine.

But tomorrow, we're hitting a meeting.

Allegations continue to mount
that Donald Hauser,

trusted money manager
to New York's elite,

may, in fact, have been running
a decades-long pyramid scheme.

Sources inside the SEC

confirm that they're now scrutinizing
Hauser's private hedge fund,

which seemed to yield consistent
annual returns of 12 percent or more.

Thanks to the work of independent
journalist Rosalie Nu?ez,

who first sounded the alarm, we may
discover those returns were all lies.

If so, Hauser will be looking
at criminal charges

that could put him behind bars
for the rest of his life,

while hundreds of his investors
will absorb the news

that their life savings
have vanished.

Neither Hauser nor anyone at his firm
responded in time to comment.

Stocks were relatively flat today,
as analysts weigh the contents...

[SCREAMING]

Wait.

[SCREAMING]

I was about to kill myself.

Please.

What's done is done.

MAN: I know.
That's what I wanna talk about.

[KNOCKING ON DOOR]

Donald. It's me.

[SCREAMING]

Well, someone had some anger
to work out.

Steal a few hundred million dollars
of other people's money,

somebody's bound to get ticked off.

WATSON:
So who found him?

Personal chef.

She came in, said the alarm system
was off, and the TV was on.

She's here in the kitchen.

Miss, uh, Butler?

Miss Butler, this is Joan Watson.

Sorry to meet under
these circumstances.

Thank you.

Miss Watson and her partner there,
Mr. Holmes,

consult for the department.

So, you are a personal chef?

Mr. Hauser was a client
for a long time.

I prepared meals for him
at my house

and brought them here
a few times a week.

GREGSON: You any idea who might
want to hurt Mr. Hauser?

Well, with what's been going on
in the press, plenty of people.

What's he doing?

Oh. He, uh, has a process

Captain?

Would you excuse me?

I take it the victim's gun
was found here?

Yeah. By the first uniforms
on the scene. Registered to Hauser.

However, different caliber than
the casings we found on the floor.

Figured Hauser tried to defend himself.
Never got a shot off.

I can assure you Mr. Hauser
did not pull his gun in self-defense.

At least, not at first.

Rather, he was about to
commit suicide

when he was very rudely interrupted.

The handgun was stored here
in this drawer.

Whoever removed it bothered to close
the drawer when they were done.

This is a very unlikely action
on anyone's part

during the middle
of a heated home-invasion.

No. Mr. Hauser's gun was out
before the killer entered.

The whiskey, Glen Lochaber, 1926,
single cask, aged for 55 years.

Yum.
Only 100 bottles ever produced.

Probably set Mr. Hauser back
about $10,000.

This is the proverbial good stuff.

And judging by the ring of dust,
where it usually sat on his bar,

he kept it for only
the very rarest of occasions.

Miss Butler said the television
was on when she entered.

We all know what story
dominated the news last night.

Hauser himself was sitting, watching
as he filled his glass to the very brim.

No longer any point in saving it.

Lastly,

gun oil on the roof of his mouth.

The irony of ironies.

Our killer arrived just in time to stop
Mr. Hauser from shooting himself.

So, what?

Killer just wanted to squeeze in
some torture first?

Probably not as satisfying
as getting his or her money back,

but I suppose you take
what you can get.

According to this article,
there could be over a thousand people

that were affected
by Donald Hauser's pyramid scheme.

I'd say our work is cut out for us,
wouldn't you?

I've got a rather good idea
of where I'd like to start.

The chef, Chloe Butler.

- Why?
- You not see how nervous she was

when interviewed? Her haptics
screamed she was hiding something.

Well, she just found the mutilated
corpse of her boss.

Her alibi left something to be desired,
as well, no?

Just because she said
she was home alone

during the murder
doesn't mean she did it.

Nor does it mean she didn't.

Obviously, there is no shortage
of other suspects,

but Miss Butler seems like
a worthwhile place to start.

[CELL PHONE DINGS]

You saw Detective Bell last night,
did you not?

Yes, I did.

And?

He's better.

He's riding a desk for now,
but at least he's up and around.

Matter of fact, I promised
I'd run a few errands for him.

I will be back in a bit.

If I'm not here, I will be at the station,
reviewing case files.

I will text you if I identify Mr. Hauser's
killer all by my lonesome.

- I am sorry about this morning. I just...
- It's fine.

Seriously.
You didn't do anything wrong.

Oh. I can't believe
you have a baby now.

You can't believe it?

[BABY COOING]

So, uh, you said the dad is

out of the picture?

I can't say I got any better at picking
men just because I got clean.

Ross, my ex,
as far as bad decisions go,

he's right up there with heroin.

- Oh.
- But, hey, it got me Shane.

I had no idea what I was
supposed to do when I saw you.

I didn't know you'd switched careers,
and with the police around,

I didn't know if I was obligated by law
to say that I knew you...

Chloe, there is no right or wrong.

When I run into a former client
in a social setting,

I let them decide whether
they wanna say anything or not.

You were obviously caught off guard,
so I took the lead.

I just try not to tell anyone
about that part of my life.

You know, if I can help it.

- Are you still going to meetings?
- Oh, of course.

No. I don't mean
I don't talk to anyone,

I just take the "anonymous"
part seriously.

Actually, that's one of the reasons
I wanted to see you.

With your permission, I would like
to explain our history to my partner.

Why?

He's very perceptive. He could
tell that you were hiding something.

He thought it might have to do with
what happened to Donald Hauser.

He thinks I am a suspect?

You're just someone
who caught his eye.

Look. If you don't feel comfortable,
I totally understand.

If you do, know that our confidentiality
agreement will extend to him as well.

I just wanna make sure
the investigation

is moving in the right direction.

You must really trust him.

I do.

Hey.

Could we talk about Chloe Butler?

In 2009 she was one of the
hottest chefs in the city.

Yes. I saw that
when I looked into her.

Well, you didn't see all of it.

The attention was too much for her,
and she fell in with the wrong crowd.

- When did she start working with you?
- 2011.

She was one of my first clients.

I lived with her
for little over six months.

It wasn't easy,
but she got her life back on track.

She knew the restaurant scene
could be a trigger,

so she started a new business.

- As a personal chef?
- Yes.

So everything you sensed she was
hiding last night was about her past.

And she has an alibi
for the time of the murder.

She was with her sponsor.

Hmm.

Well, it's interesting that I failed to
detect another addict when I met one.

More interesting I didn't sense you
were hiding something, but anyway...

In that case, we should focus
on culling our list

of other potential suspects
in Donald Hauser's murder.

I left a voice mail with the journalist

who broke the story
of his pyramid scheme.

A woman named Rosalie Nu?ez.

Any luck, she will have some
insight which we can use to prioritize

our investigation of Hauser's victims.

Chloe may have already
helped there.

She didn't think of it until
we were talking, but she had an idea

who the last person might've been
to see Hauser alive.

Uh, the director of a nonprofit
named Jacob Weiss.

Hauser had her prepare an extra meal
for last night.

Part of her job is to know
which friends ate what.

I was shocked
when I heard the news.

I still don't believe it.

It couldn't have happened
that many hours after I left.

Our thoughts exactly.

In fact, we're curious
if you could account

for your whereabouts
for the rest of the evening.

The M.E. Puts the death somewhere
between 10 p.m. And midnight.

After I left Donald, I had a late meeting
at the Palladian Hotel

with a Swiss banker
named Jonas Bitz.

We were there quite late.

I'm sure he or anyone
at the lobby bar will confirm that.

But I'm the last person who had
a reason to kill Donald.

Well, it's our understanding that
he handled your charity's finances.

Considering what's happened,
that would give you motive.

Actually, it wouldn't.

Do you know what we do here?

You seek reparations for survivors
of the Holocaust.

To this day, Swiss bank accounts
are still being identified

that belong to Nazi war profiteers.

Our investigators uncover that money

and process claims
on behalf of survivors and their families.

I can't deny what I'm hearing
in the press about Donald,

but he was my friend.

He donated his services,
free of charge, as this council's CPA.

And as for our investments,
the council never lost a dime.

Every penny has already
been accounted for.

Can you think of why he might've
left the council alone?

Maybe as he was stealing
from others,

he saw his work for us as
a kind of karmic counterbalance.

A way to do some good
to make up for the bad.

Whatever the reason, I'm grateful.

So Donald Hauser
was a swindler with a heart of gold.

Very few of us are either completely
good or completely evil.

It would appear that even Hauser had
a moral line that he would not cross.

[CELL PHONE RINGING]

Excellent. This is Rosalie Nu?ez,
the reporter I mentioned.

Ms. Nu?ez, thank you so much
for calling me back.

LUNTZ [OVER PHONE]:
Is this Sherlock Holmes?

It is. Who's this?

This is Detective Luntz
of the N.Y.P.D.

You left a voice mail for Ms. Nu?ez
saying you were a consultant?

I did and I am.

Why do you have her phone?

I think maybe you should
join me at her residence

so I can explain in person.

I may even have some
consulting questions for you.

It looks like Ms. Nu?ez
was killed by the same person

who murdered Donald Hauser.

The technique used to bind her, the size
and placement of the bullet wounds.

I'm quite confident
a ballistics report will confirm that.

Our shooter had a busy
night two nights ago.

M.E. Put tentative time of death
only a few hours after Hauser's.

I'm gonna tell Luntz
to put a rush on ballistics.

This doesn't make sense.
Why would the same person kill

both the man who stole
people's life's savings

and the reporter who exposed him?

Seems like if you hated one,
you'd be a fan of the other.

Rare to come across such a literal case
of someone shooting the messenger.

Looks like she plugged
in her laptop here.

We should find out if it's missing.

Come and have a look at this.

Killer entered by force.

Kicked the door here.

Hmm. Sap of the Osage-orange,
unless I'm mistaken.

I'm good.

Bit of a misnomer, really.

Aside from a vague citrusy scent,
it is unrelated to the orange.

It's closer to the mulberry, actually.

So killer kicked in the door,
transferred the sap from his shoe.

Which tells us the most likely route
he took on his way here.

Monkey balls.

Beg your pardon?

One of the many folk names
for the Osage-orange.

Squirrels rip the fruit apart, spreading
the seeds and the sap on the ground.

This park is the only place
in the vicinity

of Ms. Nu?ez's apartment
where one is likely to find one of these.

So, you think whoever shot her
walked through here

on his way to her apartment.

And perhaps again when he left.

["BAD BOYS"
PLAYING OVER PHONE]

Is that Alfredo's ringtone?

He's been harassing me. I promised
to go to a meeting with him yesterday,

but the investigation took precedence.

It still does.

MAN: Check it out. Check it out.
- Behold, Watson.

A generation lost to narcissism.

A populace who believes
that no experience is worth having

unless it's been uploaded
and received its fair share of hits.

For whom the pinnacle of achievement
is crushing your genitalia

on a metal railing,
to achieve meme status.

And yet their self-absorption may,
in this instance, serve us.

I know from my police scanner

that the police are often called to this
park to chase skateboarders away.

They are, to the dismay of some
parkgoers, here at all hours.

So if they were here two nights ago
when the killer walked by,

one of them might've caught
them on their cell phone.

["BAD BOYS" CONTINUES PLAYING]

I will talk to the narcissists.

Meet Alfredo so you can get
to a meeting.

I've stitched up a lot of these guys
back during my ER rotation.

- I know how to talk to them.
- You speak idiot?

You also don't seem
in the greatest mood.

This might need a softer touch.

I'll let you know if anything turns up.

You're not Alfredo.

You're Sherlock, right?

- And you are?
- Randy.

Name or adjective?

- What?
- Short for Randall

or state of sexual arousal?

Are you asking me if I'm horny?

Well, cars like this can have
that effect on some men.

ALFREDO:
Sherlock.

I see you guys have met.

Ha.

I thought for a moment that
your home had been infiltrated.

- I see that's not the case.
- No. Randy and I

met at a meeting a few weeks ago.

Three months sober.

ALFREDO: Yeah.
He's been going it alone for now

but we were talking a few nights ago

and we think he might benefit
from a sponsor.

Yep. Yep.

Wise decision.

Yeah, and, uh, excellent choice.

Yeah. Um, Alfredo has helped me
profoundly over the last 18 months.

So, uh...

Yeah. You're in excellent hands.

Actually, I was thinking you might
be the man for the job.

Alfredo tells me I can learn
a lot from you.

Heh. Um...

Could you just...?

Could you give us a moment?

Just one second. All right?

You're joking.

Do you think the idea of you
becoming a sponsor is funny?

Because I don't. I've been thinking
about it for a while. Okay?

Stuff you said the other night
pretty much sealed it.

What "stuff"?

You wanna know why you've been
so agitated the last few weeks?

Why you've been so distracted?

Because you feel bad about
what happened to your friend.

I told you I was completely
in the right.

Maybe for the old you,
that would've been enough.

But not now.

You're different now.

You committed yourself
to the program,

and you now you heard
other people's stories.

And a little empathy crept in.

That's what's supposed to happen.
That's how it works.

You wanna help Detective Bell,
but he won't let you.

That is a good instinct to have.

Why not try to apply it
somewhere else?

Being a sponsor
means being available.

You know me. You know my work.

It's all-consuming.

You find time for meetings,
don't you?

[CELL PHONE BEEPS]

HOLMES:
Oh.

I'm sorry. I won't be able to make
this evening's meeting after all.

Duty calls.

As it always will.

Any luck?

Aside from getting a master class

in the difference
between a switch and a fakie, no.

No one walking by
jumped out as suspicious.

How was the meeting?

Probably quite good.
I will never know.

Because as soon as I got to Alfredo's,
I was the victim of an ambush.

What are you talking about?

He expressed his opinion
that it was time I became a sponsor.

Oh.

And what did you say?

I told him my life is not conducive
to making myself available

- every time someone else was in crisis.
- You do get that no one's life is, right?

- Oh, my God.
- What is it?

WATSON:
The man with the bag.

I know him.

- Small world.
- Not that small.

I don't remember his name.

We crossed paths when I first
started working with Chloe.

He came to her apartment
one night.

Are you saying there's a connection
between Chloe,

who discovered Hauser's body,

and a man seen in the vicinity
of Rosalie Nu?ez's apartment

shortly after her murder?

You're right.
The world is not that small.

I can't believe it, but yeah,
that's Nelson.

Nelson Maddox.

You said this was taken outside the
apartment of the reporter who died?

A few blocks away.

You know how
I recognized him, right?

You were here that night.

The night he came over.

WATSON:
He was yelling at you.

I mean, I assumed he was your ex,

but you didn't wanna talk about it,
so I didn't push.

Nelson and I were together

when I was using.

Donald used to bring him into the
restaurant when I still worked there.

He introduced us.

And Nelson said
he was an entrepreneur.

But then I realized that was
his way of saying "criminal."

What kind of criminal?

I don't know. Something with drugs.

He always had a fix, and back then,
that's all that mattered to me.

But after rehab,

I told him
that I couldn't see him again.

And he got angry.

And he came to see me.

It's okay. Take your time.

I never saw him again,
not till you showed me his picture.

How did he and Donald
know each other?

Was Nelson a business client?

Yeah. I'm pretty sure he was.

Well, if Donald swindled him,
then he would have motive to kill him.

But why hurt Rosalie?

Joan, you know you can't
tell anyone about this.

The only reason
that you recognized Nelson

was because you were here
as my sober companion.

If you tell the police
how you knew him,

you're gonna have to tell them
about me. About my past.

Chloe, I know you don't like
to talk about it,

- but l...
- You don't understand.

I am in a custody battle for Shane.

His father doesn't know anything
about my life before.

- What do you mean?
- The lawyers don't know.

The court doesn't know.

If it comes out now that
I'm an addict.

I mean, it looks like I hid it.
They could use it to take Shane away.

Two people are dead.

And that kills me, Joan.

But you signed a
confidentiality agreement.

You gave your word
that you would protect me.

I am sorry.

But if you wanna connect
Nelson to Donald

you're gonna have to find
another way.

Let's make sure I understand you.

We now have a name
to put to the face of the man

that we believe brutally murdered
Donald Hauser and Rosalie Nu?ez,

but we can't share it
with the authorities?

Not unless we can connect
the dots without involving Chloe.

Which, in this case, is the same thing,
because Chloe is the connection.

And all this over a promise
you made in another career?

Yes. Just like the promise I made you
when we first started working together.

Uh, what was it you told people
I was back then? "A personal valet."

If our confidentiality agreement had
ever come between us and a murderer,

I would have exposed myself
as an addict in a heartbeat.

This is not about Chloe
being ashamed.

It's bigger than that.
She could lose her child.

Unlikely even if the boy's father found
out, and it's far from certainty he will.

Donald Hauser was an
execrable human being.

Rosalie Nu?ez was not.

She had a family that loved her.
She had friends, colleagues.

She's consider a hero
for exposing Hauser.

This is not up for discussion.

We have to find another way
to connect Maddox to Hauser.

And while we look for this
other connection,

Mr. Maddox remains at large,
free to cover his tracks or disappear.

We should at least tell the captain.

Explain the situation, but make it clear
Chloe's identity is to remain a secret.

I suggested that, okay? She said no.

What if we do it anyway?
Why must she know?

So, your solution is to make a me liar,
after I told her that she could trust you?

I have us at the very doorstep
of a solution, Watson.

Did you not learn anything from
what happened to Bell?

He got hurt because of choices
that we made.

There was no way to predict
that he would be placed in danger.

Just like there's no way to know
what's gonna happen

to Chloe if we drag her name
into this investigation.

[CAR STARTING]

You beat the alarm.

Only a matter of time.

And my home alarm.

Child's play.

Not really befitting a man
in your line of work.

You might want to replace these.

Well, obviously you wanna talk,
so talk.

I've always had compassion for
the victims of the crimes I investigate.

My capacity to place myself
in other people's shoes,

to imagine what they're
thinking and feeling, is a...

Is a necessary skill in
determining motive.

One at which I excel.

This capacity has never been
a detriment to my work.

Lately, however...

Bell's been on your mind. I get it.

And you would risk exacerbating this
problem by assigning me a sponsee.

No one's assigning you anything.
That's not how it works.

I just think you're ready.

You think it's gonna focus me,

and provide a relief valve
for all the feelings

I've been having regarding
the detective's situation.

Even if I did, there's one thing
you gotta remember.

It's not about you.

You've gotten a lot
out of the program.

Don't you think it's time
you gave something back?

Early start, I see.

Late night, actually. I tried to sleep
but couldn't, so I stayed at it.

Chloe said Maddox
was a client of Hauser's,

but his name is not in any
of Hauser's accounts.

I've been over the records
a dozen times.

I cannot find a link between the two.

If we were able to establish
that Maddox lost money

on Hauser's pyramid scheme,

we would have our connection
without implicating Chloe.

As well as Maddox's motive
for murder.

In the meantime,
I sent Captain Gregson

the video of Maddox in the park

and convinced him
to release it to the press.

You were right. If we bring him in,
it'll at least buy us some time.

And getting him in a room
might shake out another connection.

- Did you tell the captain about Chloe?
- No.

Remember I noticed Rosalie's laptop
was missing from her apartment?

Well, I looked into it.
It never turned up.

Then I told the captain
about the sap on Rosalie's door,

and how it led us to the park.

Then I sent him the video
of Maddox walking away

with a laptop bag slung
over his shoulder

right around the time of the murder.

I couldn't give him Maddox's name
without bringing up, Chloe

but at least his face is out there.

I know it's not ideal.

But given the circumstances,

it was, quite literally,
all that we could do.

Well done.

[CELL PHONE DINGS]

It's Captain Gregson.

Someone saw Maddox's face
on the news and called in a tip.

A member of your outreach staff
met him at a fund-raiser

your organization threw
about a year ago.

She dug up the guest list for us.

HOLMES: The list gave us a name:
Nelson Maddox

I remember him.

I met him through Donald.

I think Donald was the one
who invited him to the fund-raiser.

You think you'd be able to shed
light on their relationship?

Donald introduced him
as another client.

I think he had something to do
with the art world.

In fact, he donated a few paintings
to the auction that night.

I'm pretty sure they all sold.

Thank you. This was very helpful

He said Maddox
was a client of Hauser's

who was involved in the art world.

I have been all over that client list.

The only thing that comes close
is an art gallery in Chelsea.

Maddox's name
was not associated with it.

But do you think he may
have been a silent partner?

Well, it would explain where
he got all the art he donated.

FABIANA:
Sorry.

- No.
- You don't know him?

- Mm-mm.
- Fabiana, did you say it was?

Fabiana, would it be safe to assume

you are not the owner
of this establishment?

Why you assume that?

I mean no disrespect. I'm sure
you're a valued member of the team,

but do you know the owner
or owners?

Of course.

WATSON: But you don't know
the man in the photograph.

The name "Nelson Maddox"
doesn't mean anything to you?

No. Sorry.

Do you mind if we peruse?

Huge fans
of the "Neo-deconceptualists."

FABIANA: Sure.
- Thank you.

"Neo-deconceptualists"?
Not a thing.

Don't tell Fabiana.
It might crush her.

So she was obviously lying
about not knowing Nelson Maddox.

Yeah. Obviously.

Excuse me.

You see something?

Fabiana, did you open up
the gallery this morning?

- Yeah.
- Nothing out of the ordinary?

- No.
- No.

Heel scuffs on the floor.

Yeah.

Looks like someone
was dragged.

Out here.

[FABIANA GASPS]

Would you care to revise
your answers?

Because it appears
Nelson Maddox

has some connection
to this gallery after all.

So Maddox's car was parked
up the block,

and inside it, we found the gun.

Right caliber.

And the same kind of rope
used to bind

Donald Hauser and Rosalie Nu?ez.

Now, under the circumstances,

Fabiana admitted
that Maddox was a silent partner.

And that his main line of work

was distributing street drugs
to a discreet level of clientele.

As in a dealer for rich people.

Presumably, her employers
were not fond of admitting

they had a drug dealer
as an investor.

Hence, her initial silence.

GREGSON: So Maddox had money
tied up in the gallery.

And the gallery was a client
of Donald Hauser's.

So that explains why Maddox
killed Hauser.

Now, the question is,
who killed Maddox?

And why did Maddox kill
Rosalie Nu?ez and steal her laptop?

She must have found something
on Maddox when she researched

Hauser's pyramid scam.

But if his only connection
to Hauser was this gallery,

what's so incriminating about that?

- Watson, I think you're right.
- About what?

That Rosalie Nu?ez knew there was
more to this gallery than meets the eye.

The red dots on the wall that
are placed next to some of the pieces.

As found in any such establishment.

They're placed next to an item indicating
that particular item has been sold.

But in this gallery,

the dots are consistently placed
next to every third piece.

As if a single individual,
walking at a relatively steady pace,

circled the room,

peeling off dots.

Randomly designating
certain pieces as "sold."

Reality would never be so tidy.

What we have here
is a shoddily executed lie.

I submit that these dots exist

to make it look like business
is being conducted in here.

Whereas, in truth,
the gallery in which we stand

is much more likely
a money-laundering front.

Fabiana?

Can I trouble you for one more thing?
Your books.

If these items
have indeed been sold,

you must maintain a record
of whom they've been sold to. Yes?

Yes.

You wanted see me.

Jacob Weiss, this is Captain Gregson
of the N.Y.P.D.

How do you do?

Magnificent work that you do.

Setting right, in at least
in some small way,

such a horrific wrong
done decades ago.

I wonder how some of
the Holocaust survivors

would feel knowing that money
had been claimed in their names

without them knowing.

Or even seeing a dime.

- Excuse me?
- You've been embezzling millions

from your own charity by filing
false claims in the names of survivors

who are either dead
or who were simply never informed.

How dare you accuse me.

This is a list of people who supposedly
bought artwork from Maddox's gallery.

Same gallery you claim
to know absolutely nothing about.

Funny thing is, I remember seeing
all of these names somewhere before.

Here. On this sculpture.

It's quite a coincidence, isn't it?

So many of the gallery's customers
being survivors that you'd helped.

WATSON: You and Nelson Maddox
were business partners

You laundered the embezzled
money through his gallery.

That was the incriminating evidence
in Donald Hauser's files.

We strongly suspect that
as the charity's CPA,

Hauser realized what was going on,
and even he couldn't stomach it.

When his own house of cards
came tumbling down,

and he decided to take his own life,

he also decided to share what he knew
about your scheme with Rosalie Nu?ez.

In your words, perhaps it
was a karmic counterbalance.

WATSON: We think his mistake
was giving you a heads-up.

Probably when the two of you
had dinner a few nights ago.

That gave you time
to contact Maddox,

who then tortured out of Hauser
what he'd done with the files.

Maddox then killed Rosalie
and took her laptop.

HOLMES:
When you saw on the news

that we had identified
Maddox as the killer,

you killed him to cover your tracks

We're already working our way down
that list of supposed art buyers.

So far, not one of them
or their families

had any idea they'd been awarded
six-figure settlements.

I don't supposed you'd like
to explain why that is?

Oh, sorry. I was, uh...

I was looking for Captain Gregson.

Detective Bell.

It's all right. Come in.

Frank Da Silva.

Ha, ha. Have a seat.

As in,
Deputy Commissioner Da Silva?

Captain Gregson was nice enough
to lend us his office

so that we could speak privately.

What do you know
about my division, detective?

I got a pretty good idea.

You're in charge
of an intelligence unit.

- Surveillance.
- It's called the "Demographics Unit."

The name's not mine.

Ha. To me, uh,
being so euphemistic, it's...

Makes it sound like you're doing
something wrong.

And we're not.

We just keeping an eye out
on certain groups.

Listening for concerning chatter.

I think if you took a close look
at what we've been doing,

you'd agree that we're
keeping the city safe.

- You don't have to convince me.
- No, but I'd like to.

- Sir?
- I wanted to talk to you

because your situation's
been brought to my attention.

I'm told that you are
an exceptional detective.

You're a man with a good head
on his shoulders.

Who, by no fault of his own,

may be staring at a desk job

for a good long time.

Or you can come work for me.

Does that interest you, detective?

Would you care to help protect
your city from the next attack?

[CLEARS THROAT]

[DOORBELL BUZZING]

Ahem. Enter!

Randall, thank you for coming.

Sure.

Cool place.

Won't you please sit down?

Look, man.

If you don't want
to be my sponsor, it's all good.

I do.

I do.

When I chose Alfredo to be
my sponsor, I did so on a whim.

I felt pressure to find one.

So I chose him at random.

I had very low expectations of him,
and of sponsorship, in general.

Didn't think I needed either.

I was wrong.

He has taught me how to get
the very most out of the program.

He did not coddle me.

And so if we choose to formalize
our relationship, I will not coddle you.

If you have come seeking a friend,
look elsewhere.

If you need a therapist,
I will happily supply you with a list.

I will only ever be your sponsor.

I will share with you my methods,

and hope that your commitment
to sobriety is as great as my own.

Are these terms acceptable?

You're sober.

You have been for a long time now.

Of course I find the terms
acceptable.
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