Elementary (2012–…): Season 2, Episode 18 - The Hound of the Cancer Cells - full transcript

"Now that your hand's better,

who's gonna shake all the paint
around here?"

- Okay, that is in questionable taste.
- Ha, ha.

It was a gift from the guys
for passing my firearms requalification.

As far as I'm concerned,
under the circumstances,

they can joke all they want.

Well, you know I'm happy for you too,
right?

Prove it. A bunch of us are getting
together after work Friday.

You should come. Your partner too.

Is that why you asked me here?
To invite us to a party?

Actually, I was hoping to catch you
and Holmes.

A few months back, I was working
a homicide out of East New York.

Drug dealer named Quame Martenz
shot and killed a neighborhood kid.

We've liked Martenz
for other shootings before,

but this is the first time a witness was
willing to talk. At least she was at first.

Name's Nicole Watkins. She's 18.

ADA's office called me this morning,
said she got cold feet.

Told the DA's office to stop calling
and dropped out of sight.

- You think Martenz threatened her?
- It's a good guess.

DA's office issued a material witness
order, but no one can find her.

Thought maybe you guys could lend
some extra eyes.

I'm guessing if she doesn't testify,
Martenz walks.

Probably.

All right, I will let you know
if we come up with anything.

We find her, you're making me
a martini with that thing.

Morning, Sherman. Miss me?

Who's there?

Please, stop.

I don't wanna die.

Name's Barry Granger,
MD, PhD, DOA.

Lab assistant found him like this
this morning

with this suicide note in his lap.

"I'm sorry, it's all true.

I can't live any longer
with what I've done. Barry."

Helium is common in labs like this.

And as morbid as it sounds,
it's supposed to be a good way to go.

Your body doesn't even know
it's not receiving oxygen.

You just go to sleep
and you never wake up.

In other words,
at least by appearances,

this man used what was handy
in the workplace

to provide himself
with a convenient exit.

But of course, you have your
suspicions or we wouldn't be here.

Granger was the first one in
this morning.

A lab assistant found him alone.

Sweaty running clothes.

Shower stall in there is wet.

So Dr. Granger ran to work
and then changed here.

Who does that
before killing themselves?

It's not like a suicidal guy
would worry about staying in shape.

So, what do you think?

Someone put a gun to his head,
forced him to do this?

Nothing quite so clumsy.
Have a look at this.

Tacky residue on the bottom
of the door and on the floor,

as if someone has taped
the gap shut.

I need something powdery
that won't kill us. Surprise me.

Care to tell us what you're doing?

Just a moment.

I think you're right.

Dr. Granger was murdered.

He was asphyxiated with gas
while he showered.

Most likely with helium
so the M.E.'s findings

would match the narrative
that we were meant to believe.

The killer taped three hoses,
une, deux, trois, under the doorway.

Sealed the gap with tape.

Once the victim
had lost consciousness,

he was dried, clothed, and staged.

Any security videos?

There's none in the lab.

The staff says that's because
the work was confidential.

I did notice a few on the way in...

Given the knowledge of the lab and
victim that this murder demonstrates,

it's likely the killer knew
how to avoid them.

I'm gonna pull the security video.

I'll let you know if we get lucky.

Excuse me.

Any idea what "it's all true"
refers to?

Uh, a few weeks ago,

Dr. Granger published the results
of a study we were doing.

Last week,

a reader e-mailed the journal it was in
and said the results were faked.

- Were they?
- I wouldn't know.

But, uh, he was up in arms about it.

An accusation like that
can ruin a guy's career.

What were you studying?

Is something troubling
about that question?

No, I wanna help. I just don't know
what I'm allowed to say.

- I signed an NDA.
- Surely you can tell us

about the contents of Dr. Granger's
article that's been made public.

Give us the name of the person
who asked you to sign the NDA

and we can pose our questions
to them.

This has to be
the craziest day of my life.

I'd say Barry Granger
had a crazier one.

Barry was my friend.

I'm devastated.

But I'm also personally screwed
by all this.

So excuse me
if I'm a little shell-shocked.

Would you be so kind
as to explain your relationship

to Dr. Granger
and the work he was doing?

I'm sure we'll feel awful for you
momentarily.

That device that you're holding
is a Breathalyzer that detects cancer.

Well, I read about that
being possible in theory.

Dogs being able to smell
when their owners have cancer.

Apparently cancer cells give off
different gasses than healthy ones.

And this device is meant
to detect them in your breath.

Your company holds the patent?

Dr. Granger's connection?

He was running clinical trials.

A hundred subjects known to have
lung cancer, a hundred who don't.

It's a blind study
to see if the Hound gets it right.

The Hound?

It's just a working name.
We had to call it something.

We understand
that an anonymous tipster

claimed that Dr. Granger
falsified his results.

It works.

But that accusation
changed everything.

Now no one believes the study.

A month ago, analysts were calling that
a billion-dollar invention.

And today,
my investors are pulling out.

Might I ask you your whereabouts
this morning around 6:00?

I'm simply coming around
to your point.

The scandal you're referring to
may have cost you a fortune.

If Dr. Granger did falsify his results,
perhaps someone killed him in anger.

I'm the last person
who would've hurt Barry.

That detector is my life's work.

Barry didn't falsify anything.
Barry didn't jaywalk.

He was a good guy.

And besides, can you imagine

if the police hadn't seen
through that suicide note?

It would have completely
legitimized the accusation.

You still haven't answered my question.
Your whereabouts this morning?

I was with my girlfriend.
I spent the night at her place.

And that's cause for secrecy
because?

I'm in the middle of a divorce.

Your affair's been going on longer
than your wife is aware.

If she finds out,
her lawyers will have a field day.

I never would've hurt Barry.

I was counting on him to help me
dig out from under all this.

And now...

My girlfriend's name is Sloan Teller.

I'll give you her number
so you can talk to her.

I just ask that you don't tell my ex.

Hank Prince's girlfriend
backed him up.

Said she was with him all morning.

Not surprising.
He was telling the truth

when he said he'd be better off with
a live Barry Granger than a dead one.

Well, score one
for cheating husbands.

Hank Prince may be
a very naughty boy,

but he may also be remembered
for giving the world a great innovation.

Based on Dr. Granger's study,

the Hound appeared
to be quite promising,

or at least it did until his research
was called into question

- by an anonymous tipster.
- Pseudonymous.

The tipster goes
by the name Adam Peer. A peer.

From what I've learned, he's been quite
an irritant to the research community.

He reads scientific
and medical journals.

He spots errors and fraud from
the comfort of his undisclosed sofa,

and then e-mails his criticisms
via an anonymous server.

Sounds like something
you would do.

Comparison proudly embraced.

He is, at heart, a fellow detective.

And one whose track record
is quite good.

He's incited a number
of embarrassing retractions.

But you obviously find him
far less interesting than I do.

I'm waiting for information
about that girl that Bell's looking for.

Nicole Watkins.

Yeah, well, apparently,
she had a favorite teacher.

Kind of a surrogate dad.
He's retired now.

I thought maybe
she would get in touch with him.

The school's supposed to text me
his address.

By the way, Bell is having a party
this Friday. I thought that we could...

The captain is e-mailing us
a video clip from the lab's security.

No luck spotting our killer
entering or exiting,

but the cameras did catch
Dr. Granger arguing

with an unidentified woman
two nights ago. Take a look.

Ooh. Looks pretty heated.

Dr. Granger

made a number of calls
from his cell phone

to the same number
in the days leading up to his death.

A woman named Dalit Zirin.

The last of these calls
is one hour before this argument.

You think that's the woman
in the video.

Well, we can find out.

I'm sorry, it's just...

I can't believe Barry is dead.

May I ask how you and Dr. Granger
knew each other?

We went to college together.

Barry,

he had a thing for me.

But the feeling wasn't mutual.

I mean, I didn't mind back then.

You know, it was cute.

Then last month,
I guess he looked me up online.

I had to tell him
I still wasn't interested.

I mean, it took some voice raising
for him to get the message.

- Is something wrong?
- No. Thank you for your time.

- Our condolences for your loss.
- Thank you.

Okay, cameras everywhere,
high-tech locks.

Obviously not a travel agency.

And I think she was lying
about her relationship with Granger.

Agreed and agreed.

Can't say for certain,
but given their cover,

I would guess some sort
of smuggling operation.

One can imagine any
number of scenarios

where Granger saw something
he shouldn't, got himself killed.

I'm also quite confident
there were concealed weapons

within reach of every individual
in there, notable exceptions being us.

Explains the hasty exit.

Normally,
I'm a fan of confirming if I'm right,

but I think it's best
to contact Captain Gregson

and let him bring reinforcements.

It's Nicole Watkins' school.

They just sent me the address
of that retired teacher, Manny Rose.

We should go. The captain says
he'll get a search warrant,

but it might take a couple of hours
to find a friendly judge.

- I'll contact you when I hear from him.
- Okay.

I know it's a long shot, Mr. Rose,

but it sounded like
Nicole got really close to you.

It looks like a lot of your students do.

I try to help them when I can.

Sometimes it's just believing
in them.

Sometimes it's helping them
stay alive.

Is there any chance that you've
seen her or been in touch with her?

She's here?

I'd avoid using the words
"police" or "testify."

At least at first.

Nicole, I'm Joan Watson.

I'm friends with Marcus Bell.

I was hoping we could talk.

You promised.

I promised not to tell anyone
you were staying here, and I didn't.

Miss Watson found you
all by herself.

I told the DA's office
I don't wanna talk anymore.

They're not the ones who sent me,
Marcus did.

He just wanted to make sure
you were okay.

I'm not. There are people out there
that wanna kill me.

If you're being threatened,
there are measures the department

- "Measures"
Can take to protect you.

Measures aren't good enough.

Not anymore.

You're pregnant.

Captain?

Are you sure you e-mailed me
the right address of that travel agency?

Quite sure.

This place is empty.

Not just unoccupied.
I mean, cleared out.

Can't say I'm surprised.

I've continued my own search
for information on Miss Zirin.

Over the last several years, she's done
an impressive job of not existing.

My apologies for the inconvenience.

At least we've confirmed
they were up to something untoward.

I'll find out who owns the building,
get the name on the lease.

If I find out anything interesting,
I'll give you a call.

Thank you.

Miss Zirin.

At my home.

May I come in?

Depends on your intentions.

Well, obviously,
you realized I'm not a travel agent.

I'm Mossad.

And what is the Israeli Intelligence
community's interest

in Barry Granger?

None, actually.

But let me in
and I'll tell you who I think killed him.

The part about me and Barry
meeting in college was true.

Columbia.

Barry was premed,
I was computer science.

- Your citizenship?
- Dual.

I was raised here mostly,
but my parents are Israeli.

Hmm. So why are you here?

I'm here because I care about Barry.

He is my friend.

And because you left me
very little choice.

- Oh?
- I know you're still prying.

Better that I just tell you

and get you to look for Barry's killer
in the right place.

Since you're in the mood for sharing,
perhaps you'd like to tell me

what you and your colleagues
were up to at the travel agency.

Nothing the American government
would frown on.

Nothing they're aware of, either.

So if it wasn't your affection
Barry was after,

what was it?

Someone sent an e-mail
to a medical journal

accusing him of fraud.

- Adam Peer.
- That was a pseudonym.

Barry wanted me to find out
who really sent it.

He knew what I really did.

We were in a relationship
when I was first recruited.

But I told him no. He was asking me
to break multiple laws.

So Dr. Granger spent his final days
looking for Adam Peer,

and you think Adam Peer killed him
for his troubles.

Well, whoever Peer is, he may value
his secrecy enough to kill for it.

When I heard what happened to Barry,
I felt terrible about turning him away.

So I broke some laws after all.

I couldn't identify Peer,

but I did hack the servers
at some of the journals he'd written to.

These are all the e-mails I could find.

You're giving them to me
because?

Well, thanks to you,
my unit's being reassigned.

So you can take it from here.

You seem to know
what you're doing.

Maybe you can find the person
who killed Barry

and see that they pay.

- She know who the dad is?
- Her boyfriend.

He's working two jobs,
he wants to support them.

Well, it's gonna be tough.
You were right. She's a good kid.

But when she promised to testify

she didn't know
what she was getting herself into.

Now that she's pregnant,

she wants to have a future,
and not just for herself.

You said she was crashing
with some old teacher?

Yes. His name is Manny Rose.

- Manny Rose?
- What, you know him?

Personally, no.
But I know the legend.

When I was, I don't know, 10 or 11,

he was a history teacher
over at Rooker High.

Couple bangers showed up one day,

tried to drag one of his kids
out of his class.

They didn't know Mr. Rose also helped
coach the JV baseball team.

Chased them off with a bat.

He seemed like a good man.

Yeah, I didn't realize
Nicole knew him.

Guess there's a lot
I didn't know about her.

- You're still going over those?
- Mm.

When an Israeli intelligence operative
hands you a collection

of illegally obtained e-mails,
you don't just skim them, Watson.

I don't understand
why you're just taking her word for it.

I take no one at their word.

But Adam Peer's gone to extraordinary
lengths to conceal his true identity.

A little murder hardly seems
out of bounds.

An Officer Mulgrew called for you.

I assume you've taken on
another investigative side project?

Actually, no.
He's helping me with a gift for Marcus.

- Which reminds me...
- Miss Zirin and her team

effectively disappeared last night.
She didn't have to come here.

She could've been on her merry way.

- Why do you keep doing that?
- Doing what?

Cutting me off
whenever I talk about Marcus' party.

- You did that to me yesterday too.
- Because I'm not going to the party.

Why don't you wanna go
to the party?

I'm sorry. Sorry, have we met?

Hi. Hi, my name's Sherlock.
I'm a recovering drug addict.

You bear a striking resemblance
to a sobriety counselor I once knew.

What's that you say?
Triggers abound in bars? Hmm.

I'm sorry.
I didn't realize it was in a bar.

Mullane's. I heard it from the captain.

Is that really why
you don't wanna go?

You know,
there are certain milestones,

an officer making detective,
a retirement, a wake,

an injured man returning to full duty,

which belong to the police, right?

It's their night.

It's their chance to raise a glass
surrounded by their brethren.

It's a fraternity to which, my countless
contributions notwithstanding,

I will always remain an outsider.

And given my role in starting
Detective Bell down his detour,

it seems inappropriate
that I be part of celebrating his return.

Okay, I get it.

Okay, so if Adam Peer is so prolific,

why have they not been able to track
his writing location yet?

He employs a technique
called onion routing.

A message passes
through multiple servers,

each one with encrypted instructions
for passing it on to the next step.

Now, no single layer
has any knowledge of the other steps,

making it virtually impossible
to trace the letter back to its source.

- This is the Toproxefin case.
- You're familiar with it?

It's a painkiller that the FDA rejected
about four years ago

after the drug company
sank millions of dollars into it.

That was Adam Peer.

It was his first.

- Now you're impressed.
- Well, it was a big deal.

It came out that researchers
cherry-picked their data.

They only disclosed positive results,

and they hid the fact that they knew
it caused nerve damage.

This drug company, Merrill-Grand,
ended up paying a huge fine.

Well, there was a researcher

who tried to warn upper management
about the misconduct, but...

You said this was Adam Peer's first?

Don't serial anythings usually start
close to home?

Toproxefin was
an embarrassing chapter

for me and for the whole company.

But it was never willful fraud,
not at the corporate level.

Sometimes when
there's that much money at stake,

you develop a kind of
selective deafness.

Yes, well, you say tomato.

We're not here to judge you.

Miss Buckner, you were in charge
of New Products at the time.

We thought you could tell us

about the researcher who first raised
concerns about the drug.

Because the police think
he killed someone.

We just wanna ask him
some questions.

Okay.
His name is Lawrence Cranford.

He was a neurochemist
on one of the study teams.

He quit after his warnings
were ignored.

Do you know how we can find him?

He dropped out of sight after that.

Did you or anyone else
at Merrill-Grand ever consider

that he might be Adam Peer?

Of course, we did.

When the whole thing happened,
our investigators tried to find him.

But he'd moved.

It was like he'd gone off the grid.

And then when the FDA rejected it
and the drug was dead anyway,

we just dropped the whole thing.

I can get you what we have on him.

Nicole is at the doctor's.
It's only a couple of blocks away.

She should be here soon.

I remember this park
when I was a kid.

You couldn't even walk through it.
Looks nice now.

This dealer, Martenz, how bad?

He's pretty bad.

Deals crack, heroin,
works in Cypress Hills.

He uses kids as go-betweens,
so it's tougher to pin him down.

Sorry, I have to ask, is that the bat?

No. I'm not that proud.

That's a gift from a kid
I used to coach.

He's in the minors now.
Arm like a cannon.

Hmm.

Nicole will come around, detective.

I'll see to it.

Actually, Mr. Rose,
that's not why I came.

I, uh... I wanted to tell her it's okay.
I understand.

She doesn't have to do anything
she doesn't wanna do.

The DA's office has their guy,
and there's other evidence.

They'll just have to make
the best case they can.

And who knows? Maybe Martenz
will plead out, do a little time.

Doesn't feel right
to try to talk her into testifying.

Martenz killed a boy.

A good boy.

She can explain to a jury
exactly what happened.

I'm sorry. I'm getting called away.

It's another case.

Would you tell her what I said?

Thanks for the water.

No luck finding Lawrence Cranford?

Worse luck. Did find him.

Lawrence Cranford
was apparently so disgusted

by his experience with Big Pharma...

And I quote from his resignation letter
to Merrill-Grand:

"A company so poisoned by profits
that even the few good souls

who remember why
they got into health care are silenced."

- That he drove to Mexico,
took up surfing,

and settled in Baja,

where he was killed by a rash
of unseasonably rough waves in 2012.

Placing my degree of certainty
that he is not Adam Peer

at around 100 percent.

Bullet-riddled man. Is the decor in here
not American enough for you?

We could get some Rockwells,
deep fat fryer.

No, this is the gift
I was telling you about, for Marcus.

It's the target
from his requalification test.

Officer Mulgrew was the firearms
instructor. He pulled it for me.

It's a nice grouping.

Other potential Adam Peers?

Each of them, at some point today.

Other researchers,
executives at Merrill-Grand

involved in the development
of Toproxefin.

So you think Adam Peer was
someone else inside the company.

Unfortunately, I've also already
eliminated each of them,

as either a coconspirator
in the fraud

or unaware of it
till after the scandal broke.

Lawrence Cranford
is the only individual

who knew that his teammates
were concealing negative data,

but was not himself part
of the deceit.

Well, it has to be someone else
he told.

According to his own e-mails,

he only told a handful of higher-ups
who rejected his warnings.

Unless, of course,
one of them didn't.

"Even the few good souls

who remember
why they got into health care."

He wasn't talking about himself.

One of the higher-ups tried to do
the right thing and Cranford knew it.

Miss Buckner.

I'm sorry.
I'm actually late for an appointment.

I'm sure you can spare a moment.

Alternatively, we could head up
to your superiors

and share with them our suspicions
that you're Adam Peer.

In 2008, you headed a panel
examining the corrosive effect

of profit margins
on American health care.

You must've known this would
go over poorly with your new bosses

because you left it off your résumé
when you applied here.

- How did...?
- When Lawrence Cranford

shared his concerns about Toproxefin,
you wanted to stop the drug.

But you couldn't,
not without losing your job.

You created Adam Peer as a way
to blow the whistle anonymously.

When your bosses still thought
it was someone inside the company,

you were able to deflect suspicion

because you were in charge
of finding him.

According to the files you gave us,

you sent your investigators
looking for Cranford.

He looked the part.
You only needed to run out the clock.

As soon as the FDA rejected the drug,
you also called off the search.

I'm certain a thorough scan
of your computer

would reveal
some of Adam Peer's footprints.

We don't have a warrant,

but we're betting that your employers
will cooperate without one.

You're only half right.

Because I'm only half of Adam Peer.

You have a partner.

Had. Barry.

The two of us
were Adam Peer together.

The murder victim Barry Granger?

I would never have hurt him.

And you already know
he didn't hurt himself.

I'm sorry, but if you thought
Adam Peer killed him,

you were wrong.

I already told your consultants
this e-mail didn't come from us.

I didn't send it, and Barry obviously
didn't discredit himself.

Someone hijacked our pseudonym
and used it to attack Barry's study.

That's quite a hobby
you two had going.

How did it start?

Barry and I met at a conference

about a year
before the Toproxefin scandal.

We shared a lot
of the same concerns,

including the influence of money
on good science.

So you came up with the idea
of Adam Peer together.

At first, it was just a way
to expose Toproxefin.

And it worked. We got away with it.

And then a few months later,

Barry was reading an article
in another journal

and he noticed that some pictures
of tissue samples were duplicates.

Adam Peer already existed,
so we used him again.

And then we started looking
for things.

Plagiarism,
data that was too perfect.

Before we knew it,
Adam Peer had become

something bigger than either of us.

Why didn't you say something
when Dr. Granger was killed?

It would have meant undoing
all the good that Adam Peer had done.

If it came out that you were an exec
at a big drug company,

it would've looked like
any rival study you'd debunked

was motivated by greed.

Barry and I talked
about coming forward

after he was accused of fraud.

He refused,
even to clear his own name.

He knew that eventually
his work would defend itself.

So when he died, I...

I did what I thought
he would have wanted.

Which was nothing.

Can you account for your whereabouts
Wednesday morning about 6 a.m.?

I was just coming off of a red-eye
from San Francisco

with about a half dozen
of my colleagues.

Their numbers are in my phone.
They'll confirm it.

You're gonna tell them, aren't you?

You're gonna tell everyone the truth
about Adam Peer.

The device that Dr. Granger
was testing

could save countless lives.

And the person who attempted
to decry it was an imposter,

so how could we not?

So why go to the trouble
of discrediting Barry Granger

when you're gonna kill him anyway?

To explain the suicide?

Perhaps the target wasn't Dr. Granger,
but his work.

Consider the combined effect
of the killer's plan.

You lob an accusation of fraud

and then stage it to look like
Granger killed himself in shame.

So you think
this is corporate espionage?

Loathe as I am to admit it,

Granger's benefactor Hank Prince
may be right

when he sees himself
as the victim in all this.

I can't believe it.
Barry was Adam Peer.

Just not the one who called
your invention into question.

We've notified the journal
his study appeared in

the e-mail accusing fraud
was, in fact, fraud itself.

Might not be the same as having
Dr. Granger back to clear his name,

but it should reassure your investors

and expedite the vetting
of the good doctor's work.

Thank you.

You have no idea how much time
you've just saved me.

But what now?

Obviously, Adam Peer didn't kill Barry,
so who did?

We believe it was someone who had
motive to attack you and your work.

Is it safe to assume
the Hound has competition?

- Well, of course.
- Any particular rivals spring to mind?

I'll write you a list.

Mr. Rose. Everything all right?

I had a talk with Nicole this morning.

I told her that I thought
that testifying was the right thing to do.

It did not go well.

She left.

Went to stay with family of hers
upstate.

Sorry to hear that.

But, you know,
like I told you the other day,

she needs to do
what she needs to do.

I wanna take her place.

- What?
- I wanna testify in her place.

Nicole and I must've talked a thousand
times about what she saw that night.

I know every detail, inside and out.

You understand that's perjury, right?

You could go to jail,
I could lose my shield.

And do you really think Martenz's
attorney wouldn't see right through it?

You coming forward,
months after the shooting,

just as Nicole backs out?

He'd eat you alive on the stand
and Martenz would still go free.

Mr. Rose, I'm confused.

I know you.

I know how much you did
for your school, your community.

How much?

How much have I done?

Would you want your child
to go to Rooker High?

Would you wanna raise them
in my neighborhood?

You really don't think
you made a difference?

Quame Martenz shot that boy
right in front of Nicole.

Didn't care that he had a family
that loved him.

Didn't care what that would do
to Nicole.

I have poured my life's blood
into this neighborhood.

Never did anything
but the right thing.

You know,
I stood up to bangers too once.

I was 12.

They tried to get me to join up.

They beat me half to death.

But you know what?
I didn't end up in any gang.

And neither did a lot of kids.

It's because of you.

Look, go home, okay?
Let me worry about Martenz.

If we don't get him this time,
we will get him the next.

You have my word.

From what I can tell,
the company closest to getting

another cancer-detection device on
the market is called Radner Science.

They're one of the biggest
medical-device companies in the world.

- Who's winning?
- I'm having second thoughts.

- About?
- Tomorrow night's festivities.

I'm pleased for Detective Bell.

He's accomplished a lot
in these last few months.

He deserves to be feted.

Okay, first things first.
Are you worried about being in a bar?

I'm not worried about triggers.
I'm worried I'll distract. As I said...

He would not have invited you
if he didn't want you there.

Hmm.

Misanthropy was so easy, Watson.

Elegant.

I miss it sometimes.

Captain?

I thought you'd wanna know
that guy that was working

with Barry Granger, Hank Prince,
he's at the station.

- Did something happen?
- You could say that.

His estranged wife was shot dead
a few hours ago in her home

with a gun registered to him.

He's under arrest for murder.

I didn't hurt my wife, okay?
I would never hurt my wife.

That why she took out a restraining
order against you three months ago?

Her lawyer put her up to that.

We had an argument on the phone,
okay? That was it.

Well, according to her statement,
the argument got heated,

you argued about the divorce,

and you told her
you weren't gonna let her take a dime.

She was being unreasonable.

Look, for the last time,

I was in a cab with my girlfriend
when Andrea was shot.

Her name is Sloan Teller.

We were going from her place
to my place.

You get
a medallion number, driver's name,

anything we can use
to confirm your story?

Because the whole
"my girlfriend is my alibi" thing

is starting to wear a little thin.

I got a receipt, I think.

I would've left it on my counter
when I got home.

Are you two seriously
just gonna stand there?

Tell him what you told me today.

We went to see Mr. Prince
because we believed

someone was targeting him
and his work.

You hear that?
Someone is after me.

Someone who wants
my device to fail.

First they wrote that letter
to discredit Barry's study.

Then they killed him.

But your people saw through all that,

so now they're framing me
for Andrea's murder.

She was killed with your gun.

Which must've been stolen
from my home.

They found it on the coffee table
a few feet from Andrea's body, right?

Tell me, what kind of idiot
would I have to be

to kill my wife with my own gun
and then just leave it behind?

You know what?

I'm done talking. I want my lawyer.

Either this guy did the dumbest job
shooting his ex I've ever seen,

or someone's doing
a really good job ruining his life.

Mm. The man developed a machine
for detecting cancer via exhalations.

- I don't think he's dumb.
- You think he's telling the truth?

Someone's setting him up?

He had motive to kill his wife,
there were no signs of forced entry,

so she probably knew her attacker,
his gun was the murder weapon.

But there were no prints on it.

And he does have a point. He'd have
to be an idiot to kill her this way.

I'm gonna send a team to his house
to find that receipt.

We don't find it, he better pray you two
figure out who's gunning for him.

I'm dreaming this, right? You're not
seriously waking me up again.

The detectives who searched
Hank Prince's home

found the receipt,
just like he said they would.

They identified the cab driver,

they showed him photographs of
Prince and his girlfriend, Sloan Teller.

He ID'd both of them. Remembered
them vividly. Mostly Miss Teller, vividly.

I haven't even met her
and I can picture her vividly.

But so what, the guy has an alibi?

He could've hired anyone
to shoot his wife.

Would you hire someone
to kill someone for you,

go to the trouble
of establishing an alibi,

and then hand that person your gun
to commit the crime?

Mr. Prince has been released
from custody.

And until a better theory
presents itself,

I believe we must continue operating
under our previous assumption

that someone is targeting Prince
in an effort to undermine the Hound.

I get that framing
the head of a company for murder

could throw a hitch
in his business plan,

but it's a hell of a long way to go.

Precisely the reason that I think
we need to focus our attention

on an individual disposed
to going to such lengths.

Last night, you mentioned a likely
home for our corporate saboteur,

a company called Radner Science.

I wasn't even sure you heard that.

Not only did I hear it,
I spent most of the night considering it,

and I have concluded that I agree.

I read the autobiography of its CEO,
Charles "Call Me Chuck" Hammond.

And he's just the kind of Sunzi-quoting,
take-no-prisoners corporate executive

that one might expect to ignore
all boundaries of moral decency.

Plus, the company
is developing a device

in direct competition to the Hound.

From what I can infer
from the Internet,

they may be as much as one year
behind in the race. Come on.

Are you okay? You seem hyper.

I may have had a coffee or three
with my tea this morning.

Are you joking about this?

Two lives have been taken,
a third is on the verge of ruination.

It's not really a joking matter.

You do admit you know about
Hank Prince and the two murders?

Of course, I do. It's my job to know.

Because your cancer-detecting
products are in competition.

I don't know what sort of weird
cloak-and-dagger world you live in,

but in mine, we don't go around
killing our competition.

We don't have to
because there is and always has been

a pretty damn effective alternative.

And what might that be?

Buying them.

I have a whole floor full of analysts
whose job is to do nothing more

than pay attention to start-ups
like Hank Prince.

We watch, we wait, we prepare a bid,
and then when all this dust settles,

if his device is any good, we pay him
handsomely for his company.

We put the words "Radner Science"
on the side of his Hound,

and nobody's happier than me.

- Make sense?
- Entirely.

Yes, our apologies for interrupting your
breakfast. You've been most helpful.

You look like you're crashing.

No, I'm ascending, actually.

I believe I've determined who has the
strongest motive to hurt Hank Prince.

- Who?
- Hank Prince.

Captain.

Care to explain why photographs
of my client and his girlfriend

have been taped to those chairs?

What's this?

We met Chuck Hammond
this morning.

Colorful chap.
He was kind enough to give us this.

It is Radner Science's
financial analysis of your company,

complete with a handy graph
plotting its projected value over time.

If the Hound proves to be
as successful

as Barry Granger's research
suggested it would be,

you stand to become
a very wealthy man.

Your problem was that
you were in the middle of a divorce.

Your wife's lawyers were busy
trying to figure out

how much you'd be worth
in the future

so they would know
how much you would have to share.

You wanted your future to disappear,
but only temporarily.

You came up with a tidy plan.

Impersonate Adam Peer to suggest
that Dr. Granger falsified his results.

Then murder him,
stage it as a suicide,

simultaneously removing the one man
who could defend his work,

and legitimizing
the accusations of fraud.

Once the divorce was finalized

and the company
was out of your wife's reach,

well, Barry's work
would be vindicated.

The company's value
would skyrocket,

and you would be able
to keep your millions.

Your company's value
was gonna rebound too quickly.

You were still dead set against
sharing anything with your wife,

so you went to plan B, you killed her.

Realizing that
as the estranged husband,

you would inevitably be
the prime suspect,

you hatched another devious plan.

You framed yourself for a murder
you actually committed.

The other day, we told you that we
thought someone was targeting you.

You took that idea and ran with it.

You murdered your wife
because you thought it fit

with the narrative of our case.

You were being framed by someone
who wanted to destroy you.

You're forgetting my client has an alibi
for both murders.

You interviewed Sloan Teller
and the cab driver yourselves.

Miss Teller
wouldn't be the first girlfriend

to falsely alibi a guy
for his wife's murder.

And as far as the cab driver goes...

This is the partition from the cab
in question. Have a look through it.

Would it surprise you to learn
that upon being reinterviewed,

the cab driver admitted he barely saw
the gentleman in the backseat?

His attention was far more focused on
the provocatively dressed Miss Teller.

As you intended.

We got a warrant
for Miss Teller's apartment.

Turns out, she spent most of the day
yesterday on TrueRomantix. Com,

specifically searching for guys
about your height, build and hair color

who might be interested
in going on a date with her last night.

Once we discovered that,
she flipped on you pretty quick.

Bell.

Hey, man.

Yeah, that was mine.

When?

The way it was described to me,

Mr. Rose walked up to Mr. Martenz
on Euclid Avenue

and no warning,
just emptied his weapon.

A couple of Martenz's friends
returned fire.

Both were declared dead
at the scene.

Did you know him?

Only the legend.

There was me
thinking the party would be inside.

Hey. I wasn't sure you'd come.

Well, neither was I.

Had I known this would be
the extent of the revelry,

I might have committed
much sooner.

You ever have one of those nights?

My fair share.

I worked my ass off to get back.

Really back.

Harder than I've worked at anything
my whole life.

Everyone in there is expecting me
to be happy tonight, but...

Yeah.

The work we do,

there's often a price.

I don't know. I guess
I'm just not ready to go inside yet.

Well, don't.

Not yet.

There's a coffee shop on the corner.

That an invitation?

Well, they'll still be here
when you're ready.