Elementary (2012–…): Season 3, Episode 22 - The Best Way Out Is Always Through - full transcript
When a judge is murdered, Holmes and Watson become involved in the interstate search to find the prime suspect, an escaped convict from a privatized prison. Also, when Holmes applies his ...
- Sherlock?
- Yeah?
Can you come down
here, please?
Is that the real Stanley Cup?
That's precisely what
I'm trying to determine.
Several days ago,
whilst browsing
auction sites on the dark Web,
I came across a listing for the
Dominion Hockey Challenge Cup,
aka Lord Stanley's Cup.
I was skeptical as to the Cup's
provenance, so I bought it.
Why would you buy it if
you were skeptical...?
The Cup has humble
beginnings.
It started off
as a mere bowl.
In 1927, long narrow bands
were added
and then replaced
by uneven bands in 1947.
The original bowl
is in the vault
in the Hockey Hall of Fame
in Toronto.
The Hall also keeps a
near-perfect duplicate on hand.
"The Presentation Cup,"
if indeed this is
the genuine article,
is here.
Wait a second, are
you into hockey?
What I'm "into," Watson,
is the possibility
that the Cup
was stolen.
It travels under the constant
supervision of its keeper,
so opportunities to nick it
are very, very rare.
If it is
the real Cup,
I shall return it
to the National Hockey League
with all due haste.
If not, Clyde has
a new wading pool.
And the reason
it's in the tub is?
I was measuring
water displacement
to determine
the Cup's density.
Now it's just drying.
Mmm.
It can dry elsewhere.
Nice, yo.
Getting closer to
that 80-inch plasma.
Man, plasma dead, bro--
you want LED.
Ooh, check it out.
Hey, yo, man, you having
trouble getting home?
Man, he look
lost to me.
Tell you what.
Show us your wallet,
we see where you live,
make sure you get
on the right train.
Hey, man,
I'm talking to you.
Oh, no way.
Yo, what are you doing?
We got to get out of here.
We can't just leave him here.
He'll die.
So?
Hey, mister-- everything's
all right, mister.
The ambulance is coming.
They're gonna help you.
Yeah, I want
to report a...
I don't know,
an assault or something.
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The Best Way Out Is Always Through
Original Air Date on April 30,
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You hated it.
Well, I wouldn't
say "hated."
I just never understood bands
that are that angry.
They are not angry.
They're young.
You're old.
You act like I don't know
you got a few months on me.
If you are trying to talk me
out of going back to my place,
boy, you are doing
a good job.
Your place?
That's new.
It's my neighborhood,
and, um, got rid
of all those bodies, so...
It's work.
Seana Scott.
I'll be right there.
Sorry.
I-I'll call you
if it's not too late.
Sure.
Tomorrow works, too.
Don't give up on tonight.
It's Bell.
Watson, you've lived here
your whole life.
Why do you think so many
New Yorkers feel the need
to combine public transportation
with public urination?
You know, it's
part of the charm.
What I've been told so far--
victim's a New Jersey criminal
court judge named Dennis Vaughn.
Looks like someone got him
at the top of the steps.
Single stab wound to the chest.
Weapon was a screwdriver.
12th Squad caught the case,
but given
who the Vic is,
Chief of D's asked Major Case
to take it over.
Detective Bell.
Detective Scott from the 12th,
this is Sherlock
Holmes, Joan Watson.
Any idea why the judge
was in the city?
Spoke to a clerk
at his office.
She said he was here
attending a fund-raiser
for the Jersey governor's
reelection campaign.
So the governor of New Jersey
holds fund-raisers in New York?
Have you ever
been to Trenton?
CSU lifted these prints
off of the weapon.
May I?
- Who called it in?
- Couple of kids over there.
They don't exactly
scream "model citizens""
but they stuck around,
so I'm thinking they
weren't involved.
We'll know more when
the prints come back.
Prints are more likely yours
than theirs, Detective.
Excuse me?
I don't mean yours,
specifically,
but I'm fairly certain
these prints are female.
Research has shown
a direct correlation
between the relative thickness
of the ridges and valleys
of an individual's fingerprints
and his or her sex.
And you can see these ridges
and valleys well enough
to know the difference?
Oh, trust me, he can.
Was the judge married?
No. I asked the clerk.
Next of kin is a
brother in Florida.
Well, he had sex tonight.
Not the brother; the judge.
He's freshly showered,
and his skin bears the aroma
of a soap used exclusively
at the Waldorf-Astoria.
That's where the
fund-raiser was.
And yet he didn't spend
the night.
His presence here suggests
he was on his way home.
Before he got very far,
he met with a passionate death
at the hands of a woman.
So you're thinking
lovers' quarrel.
Wouldn't explain the use of a
screwdriver as a murder weapon,
but it would accommodate
the other evidence.
I'll get the guest list
from the fund-raiser,
see if anyone fits the bill.
You think I had something to do
with what happened
to Judge Vaughn.
We know the judge left
the fund-raiser early
and went up
to a room at the Waldorf.
We also know that
you had a room there.
That's where you spent
last night.
The governor's
office booked rooms
for all of his
top staffers.
None of us were gonna drive
back t-to Trenton last night.
That's fair enough.
But you were the only one
of those staffers
who was seen leaving
the function
around the same time
that Judge Vaughn did.
Neither of you returned
for the rest of the evening.
We know what happened
to him, Miss Nichols.
Where were you?
Dennis and I had been
seeing each other
on and off since
law school.
He had to be, what, uh,
20 years older than you?
He was a professor.
You were a student.
Uh, at first, it had
to be a secret,
and then, over the
years, he just insisted
we keep it that way.
He was worried about what it
would do to his reputation.
I didn't say
anything because,
even now, I don't think
that he would want
anybody to know.
And after he left the hotel,
you didn't go back to the party.
No, I was invited
by a friend for a drink
at a bar around the corner.
And we were there until
I heard about Dennis.
Her name's Andrea Schuster.
I can give you her number.
Can I talk to you
guys a second?
I wouldn't bother getting
Miss Nichols' prints.
NCIC just came back
with a hit in Jersey.
Woman by the name
of Nikki Moreno.
Repeat drug offender.
Judge Vaughn sentenced
her to four years
at Pemberton Women's
Correctional Facility.
When was she
released?
She wasn't.
She escaped two days ago.
There's Moreno's
visitor logs,
phone transcripts
and all the write-ups.
State police got
copies, too.
She was a troublemaker.
Pulled a few
cell phones off her.
She'd mouth off
to the C.O.'s.
Couple times, I had
to put her in the SHU.
Oh, that's...
that's solitary.
We get Netflix.
Any idea how
she got out?
First we noticed was when
she didn't show up for count.
We went into lockdown,
but she was gone.
We still got a lot
of video to go through.
I'd like copies
of those videos.
I'd also like to
walk your perimeter
and examine each
of your gates.
Oh, uh, our people
went over all of that.
They didn't find
anything.
Well, knowing how she escaped
might help us find out
if anyone was helping her,
maybe even tell us where she is.
My interest is equally academic.
True prison breaks, those from
within the grounds, are rare.
Those perpetrated by women,
almost unheard of.
It's statistics, Watson.
It's not that they fail more.
It's just that they don't try.
Academic interests
aside, we would
appreciate your help.
Tell you the truth,
this whole thing
doesn't surprise me.
Budget cuts have
stretched us pretty thin.
We're understaffed.
A lot of the cameras
are on the fritz.
Guys at R.E. only care
about the bottom line.
R.E.?
Reform Enterprises.
It's the company that
owns this facility.
Privatized prisons,
capitalism at its most cynical.
Profits are tied
to filling the beds,
so public policy that puts more
people behind bars is good,
and prevention
and rehabilitation are bad.
I stay out of
all the politics.
We're just trying
to do our jobs.
While Mr. Holmes checks
out the grounds,
we'd like to see
Miss Moreno's cell.
Nikki only had two years
left on her sentence.
Now, if we find her,
she's gonna spend the rest
of her life behind bars.
From her file,
it looks like
Judge Vaughn could have
gone a lot easier on her.
Deputy Warden McCann made
her sound like a hothead.
Maybe she held a grudge.
Already been tossed?
Detective Scott seems nice.
Matching hand stamps
at the crime scene.
Dead giveaway.
We've been trying
to keep it low-profile.
At least until
it gets more serious.
Well, she seems nice.
I mean it.
Yeah, thanks.
I've never dated another
detective before.
It has its pros and cons.
We understand each other.
The Poetry of Robert Frost.
Looks pretty new.
This is the only book
that isn't from
the prison library.
Does Nikki strike you
as the "poems about
New England farm life" type?
Could be she was expanding
her horizons.
Could be it was a gift.
"Start with page ten
and dream about the apple trees.
Jeff."
It's pretty intimate stuff.
Yeah, I don't remember
anyone named Jeff
in Nikki's visitor log.
Weren't any Jeffs in her list
of known associates, either.
So whoever he is,
maybe he knows something.
So I think I know
who Jeff is.
Do tell.
I just heard back from
the warden at Pemberton.
Turns out there's an attorney
named Jeff Harper
who gives seminars
at the prison.
That's why his name wasn't
on Nikki's visitor list.
He works for an advocacy group
that advises inmates
of their rights, answers
any legal questions.
And gifts them with the
occasional book of poetry?
The warden agreed
that was unusual.
So I thought we'd pay Jeff
a visit tomorrow,
see if there was anything more
to his relationship
with Nikki than people knew.
Now what are you doing?
My previous test
of the Cup's legitimacy
proved inconclusive.
As you are no doubt aware,
the metal composition
of cutlery can have an
effect on food's flavor.
That's why caviar is
best enjoyed with spoons
made of bone or porcelain
rather than steel.
This is a far cry from
a spoon, of course,
but the same essential
principles apply.
So you think you'll be able to
taste if that's the real trophy.
Mmm, needs a moment.
Oh, is that everything
from the 12th?
Mm-hmm. Courtesy of
Detective Scott.
Unfortunately, there's
little more to glean here
than there was at the
scene of the crime.
So what do you
think of her?
Her report is meticulous.
She's a keen observer
and detail-oriented.
No, I mean
do you like her?
Why on earth would
that matter?
Mmm, no reason.
Forget I asked.
You've divined her secret.
What?
Somehow you've realized that
she's leading a double life.
You're wondering if I
was aware-- well, I was.
Of course you were.
She'll need to be more
careful in the future,
lest everyone realize she's
working for Internal Affairs.
Scott isn't Internal Affairs.
She's a detective at the 12th.
She's both.
I thought you said
you knew her secret.
How could she be both?
She's a field associate.
Her desk is at
the 12th precinct,
and she reports
to IAB when needed.
Are you saying
she's a spy?
Well, in a manner
of speaking.
How do you know?
After our administrative
hearing last year,
I anticipated the bureau
would want to keep tabs on us.
So I thought I'd beat them
to the punch.
I performed some light
surveillance of their offices,
and I identified a goodly number
of their field associates.
Detective Scott was
one of them.
This vexes you?
She and Marcus have
been seeing each other.
That's what I
thought you meant
when you said she was
leading a double life.
Oh. Well, I confess
to being surprised
that that escaped my attention,
but, uh, as you know, the lives
of those closest to me
are often the most
difficult ones for me to...
How can you be so
casual about this?
About what?
You don't think he knows?
Do you?
Well, say he doesn't.
How is it any
of our concern?
Are you serious?
We're not cops, Watson.
For as long as
there's been police,
there's been
police corruption.
The bureau might not be popular,
but it's utterly necessary.
You just said you
surveilled them.
Because I feared that
they might not approve
of our methods,
not because I thought
they were inherently evil.
I know they go
after bad cops,
but you know they jam
up a lot of good ones.
Do you fear this to be
the case with Marcus,
that he's being jammed?
If you're asking
me if I think
she's a honey trap--
no, I don't.
I think they really like each
other, but think about it.
What if he does
something small,
like help fix
another cop's mistake
and then tells
her about it?
Isn't it her job to bring
things like this to her boss?
You know, I'll call
him tomorrow,
and if he knows about
it, I'll just tell him
we'll keep it
between us.
And if he doesn't?
Then I guess he'll have
a decision to make.
Tonight, we'll have lows
in the mid-50s, with a slight...
...too much for auto insurance?
Give us a...
I asked the Freehold PD
in Jersey to send us those.
Gwen is Deputy McCann's wife.
She called 911
after that last text.
The way McCann
talked about Nikki Moreno,
they locked horns
plenty.
First Judge
Vaughn, then him?
Looks like she's
keeping a hit list.
For a previously
unremarkable drug dealer,
Miss Moreno continues
to defy expectations.
Spree killer is yet another
category dominated by men.
How does she do it?
Would you be happier if
women were better criminals?
Anything on the weapon?
Just that she used
a nine millimeter,
and it hasn't
turned up yet.
Assume she's still got it,
wherever she is.
Federal marshals,
state police, every PD
in New York
and New Jersey is into it,
and no one's
got a clue.
Sherlock and I are going
to meet with Jeff Harper
at 9:00 at his office--
maybe you want to join us?
Jeff Harper?
He's the advocacy attorney
who gave Nikki the
book Joan found.
Seemed like a pretty
personal gift
to come from a
legal advisor,
so even if he's not helping her,
he might have some insight.
Given this new
development,
I suggest you visit
Mr. Harper without me.
I would like to
inspect the scene
of the deputy warden's murder
myself as well as his remains.
I'll set it up.
Let me know
what you guys find.
"Lovers, forget your love,
"and list to the
love of these.
She a window flower,
and he a winter breeze."
Page ten.
It's pretty stuff.
That come up when you were
explaining the appeals process?
Or how to prep
for a parole hearing?
You must have some real
questions you want to ask me.
So ask them.
Did you help
Nikki Moreno escape?
No.
Do you know where she is?
No.
Well, you obviously got
closer than people knew.
Actually, we didn't.
I'll admit there
was flirtation.
I liked her.
And she flirted back.
I assume because she saw me
as someone who could help.
Maybe the poetry book
was ill-advised,
but I'm not an idiot--
I never crossed the line.
What kind of help
did she want?
Same kind everyone
in prison wants.
How to get out quicker.
Legally.
Did she tell you about her plans
for Judge Vaughn or Trey McCann?
I would've come
forward if she had.
I'm just as shocked
as anybody-- more so.
And I never heard her say
a word against Judge Vaughn.
But did I know she
hated Trey McCann?
Sure. You know what it's like
in those private prisons?
Well, the late deputy warden had
a few thoughts on the matter.
Gave you his "we're underfunded
and we're just trying
to do our jobs" speech, right?
That place is a breeding
ground for abusive guards.
McCann would put women in the
SHU just to show his dominance.
Last week, he forced Nikki
to switch work details.
He assigned her
to a computer recycling shop.
You know what they do in those places?
Recycle computers?
The prisoners break up
old components with hammers.
They're exposed to dangerous
levels of toxic heavy metals,
and they're not even given
proper protective gear.
Look, I get that prison
isn't supposed to be a picnic.
But you put housing inmates
in the hands
of for-profit companies,
and all human decency
goes out the window.
You obviously have
strong feelings.
Makes me wonder if you decided
to help one inmate get
a little payback.
I want prison reform,
not anarchy.
Besides, I already was
helping Nikki get out,
the right way.
I'd just filed a motion to
get her sentence reduced.
Took weeks of prep,
pro Bono, and I think
we had a decent shot at winning.
Now, tell me,
why would I bother to do all
that, and then help her escape?
We should get the court records
to confirm all this,
but my gut says
he's telling the truth.
He would have wanted
to let the motion play out.
Now, the courthouse
is just a couple miles away.
You want to take
a ride over there?
Before we do, I'd like
to talk to you about something.
The search continues today
for Nikki Moreno,
a prisoner who escaped
from Pemberton Women's
Correctional Facility
in New Jersey several days ago.
I know you guys swear by
this place at the 11th,
but a cop bar?
Really? For lunch?
I bet the salads are even
made of ground beef.
Just felt right today.
What is it?
Do you work for IAB?
It's a simple question.
No, it's not.
And yes, I do.
Did they force you?
Jam you up
so you had to work with them?
Nobody jammed me up.
I was approached at the academy.
So you've been
in their pocket a long time.
A little over eight years.
They know about us?
No.
But eventually.
I don't know.
I'm not in anyone's
pocket, okay?
I'm a resource.
When I.A. needs to know
what's going on at the 12th,
I shed light. That's it.
More often than not,
what I tell them
helps good cops
stay out of trouble.
Because that's what the rat
squad's all about, right?
Helping cops?
Wow. Must be a nice view
from that glass house, Marcus.
What's that supposed to mean?
It means that a little
over a year ago,
you gift-wrapped your old boss
Deputy Commissioner Da Silva.
He is serving life now.
He was in bed with a Mob family.
He was a cop.
A brother in blue.
Weren't you supposed to
just look the other way?
What I did and what you do
are totally different.
How?
I went to work for
Da Silva in good faith.
Something stunk.
I reported it because I had to.
You? You're a plant.
You take shots from the shadows.
I do not take shots.
I answer questions.
You hide what you really are.
And you rat on your friends.
Men and women that would
give their lives for you.
I could never do that.
I'd like to think that you...
know me by now.
I mean,
is that how you honestly
think I do my job?
I never knew you, Seana.
Not for a second.
Oh, hey.
I thought you'd
still be in Freehold.
There's little to be found
in Freehold. I returned here.
I know why you're
so obsessed.
It kills you that an
unremarkable criminal
could figure out
how to escape from a prison
when you can't.
That's nonsense.
I know how I'd escape.
I found 11 different ways.
What I cannot determine
is how she escaped.
Surveillance footage,
log records,
physical evidence...
have ruled out every method
I've devised.
Is this my bra?
Yes, I needed the underwire.
I was testing whether
Miss Moreno could have
fashioned a suitable lock pick
from the tools
at her disposal.
I also need to replace
your toothbrush.
I don't suppose
the poetry lover
shed any light on the situation.
On top of having an alibi
the night Nikki escaped,
his story with the court
checked out.
Thanks to him, she had a good
shot at reducing her sentence.
Perhaps her escape
was one of opportunity.
She saw an out, and she took it.
Or she just decided
enough is enough.
Jeff Harper made it sound like
she had reached her last straw.
Explain.
Well, a week before
she broke out,
McCann forced her to work
around toxic materials.
If that happened to me and there
was nothing I could do about it,
I might start
looking for a way out.
Continue explaining.
It was a computer
recycling shop.
Prisons make deals
with big companies
who use prison labor
for next to nothing.
I know this.
The recycling shop
you mentioned is here.
You said she had no choice
in the reassignment.
Harper specifically said
she was forced.
That's what Nikki told him.
McCann made her
switch jobs. Why?
According to her records,
she requested the job change.
But that's only according
to Officer McCann.
He's the one
who reported the move.
So one of them is lying.
How does that change things?
I think I know
how to find Miss Moreno.
The last verifiable
sighting of Nikki Moreno
was shortly before her
shift was due to begin.
According to the work log,
she was the only prisoner
scheduled to be
here at that time.
According to her file,
she asked for overtime.
She was trying
to save up some money.
Well, Jeff Harper
said she hated that job,
so why would
she do that?
Could be it was to get a hold
of the screwdriver
she used to kill
Judge Vaughn.
As to this being the source
of the screwdriver,
I suspect you're right.
But this might be the only part
of the scenario
you're imagining that is.
Okay. Enlighten us.
Prisoners assigned here
separate hazardous material
from safe,
and they put each
in their respective bins.
The hazardous bins
are then sealed
and picked up
for transfer
to a toxic waste facility.
If you wouldn't mind.
What, you think she escaped
in one of these bins?
No.
I considered the possibility,
and then, uh,
I dismissed it.
There was no pickup
the night Nikki disappeared.
The next one
is not for two days.
Also...
thanks to Judge Vaughn's murder,
I was working
under the assumption that...
Nikki'd actually
left the prison.
Nikki didn't escape.
She was murdered right here.
A day before
Judge Vaughn was killed,
so she didn't
kill him or Trey McCann.
Unless I'm mistaken,
Trey McCann
murdered her.
The garrote was stashed
under the body.
Prints on the handles
were a match for Trey McCann.
We believe he transferred Nikki
to the computer lab
in order to facilitate
her murder.
There, he could get her alone,
away from the cameras,
and also have a convenient way
of disposing of her body.
Two more days, and that bin
would have been buried
in a landfill.
Nikki would have
disappeared forever.
We like McCann
for Judge Vaughn's murder, too?
He was on duty at the
prison that night.
We found out
that he made
some high-end purchases
We think someone paid him
to get Nikki's prints
on that screwdriver
and then kill her.
That person is behind
Judge Vaughn's murder.
And presumably the murder
of Trey McCann.
He was a
loose end,
tied up by the myth
of Nikki Moreno's escape.
She was a patsy.
We can't know that
for sure yet,
but we looked under
every rock in her life
when we thought she
was on the run.
Nobody leapt out as
wanting her dead.
Criminal judges,
on the other hand,
collect death threats
as an occupational by-product.
There were too many
suspects on one side,
not enough on the other.
What most interests me, however,
is the killer's choice
of Trey McCann
as coconspirator.
McCann wasn't exactly
a contract killer,
so we think whoever hired him
knew him well enough
to think he would do it.
I remembered...
McCann's last gig
was at a max facility
in South Jersey,
and it's owned by another
for-profit company.
Correctional
Administration Group.
They fired him after
just eight months.
Could be he got chummy
with some inmates.
If he did, it would explain
why they let him go.
It might also reveal
a connection to a criminal
or group of criminals
that wished Judge Vaughn dead.
Talk to the people
who fired McCann.
See if you're right
about him making his way
into someone's pocket.
In the meantime,
I'll go through
Judge Vaughn's
bench record,
look through any
threats he received.
Any luck, we'll find
the same name in both places.
I heard about the woman
who broke out
of Pemberton.
You really think that
Trey McCann killed her?
Quite horribly,
in fact.
He might have underwhelmed
you as a corrections officer,
but the evidence suggests
he had a certain zeal
for assassination.
We were hoping
you could tell us
why you let him go in 2013.
If it had anything to do with
him doing favors for inmates,
it might help us track down
the person who hired him.
There a problem?
I'm sorry,
but I can't help you.
I mean, I can confirm
that Trey McCann
worked for us a C.O. and that
he was terminated for cause,
but anything beyond that
is confidential.
It's company
policy.
Mr. Franklin, you understand
we're trying to solve
three murders, including
that of a sitting judge?
I-I do, and I wish
I could say more.
But as an officer
of Correctional
Administration Group,
I'm legally obligated
to put the company first.
That's what subpoenas
are for right?
Come back with one,
that'll untie my hands,
and I'll give you
anything you want.
My colleague and I are positing
that Mr. McCann colluded
with convicted criminals during
and thanks to your employ.
If we're right,
I don't imagine that
would play too well
with your shareholders,
would it?
Then again, were it
to reach the media
that C.A.G. was hindering
an investigation
into a judge's murder,
can't imagine that
would play much better.
Mr. Franklin, we have
no interest in exposing
your company's secrets.
We only care about Trey McCann
and his associates.
You help us...
how he came to know
those associates
never has to come to light.
Tell you what--
I will set you up in a room
with the files on McCann.
You can take as long
as you like, but...
nothing in writing
leaves this building.
If it does, the NYPD can
look forward to a lawsuit.
Fair enough?
Looks like we were
onto something.
Says here in 2013 Correctional
Administration Group
found evidence Trey McCann
was running favors for a
Russian Bratva, the Zaleskys.
He was bringing
contraband in and out
of a prison in
East Orange for them
and setting their guys up
with the best work details.
The official reason given
for his termination
is excessive absences.
So, obviously,
C.A.G. were trying to keep
misconduct off the record
and out of the press.
Got to think it helped
him get a new job
with Reform Enterprises.
Question is: Was he still
in the pocket of the Zaleskys?
If he was, they more than fit
the bill of an organization
with the means
to orchestrate three murders.
I'll text Joan, ask her to
see if any of their people
recently had brushes
with Judge Vaughn.
She spoke with you?
About Detective Scott?
Yep.
Sorry.
You don't have anything
to apologize for.
Well, I'm not sure I agree.
I have what some might call
a strong personality.
Nah.
Sometimes, without meaning to,
I can bend others
to my point of view.
Like a magneexposed
to other metals.
Forks in a drawer, for example.
I have a tendency
to magnetize people around me,
drawing them into alignment
with my own ways.
What the hell
are you talking about?
Watson's time with me
has been marked
by increasing social isolation.
The captain-- perhaps
by coincidence, perhaps not--
is now also alone.
You found someone.
Now they're gone.
You think you broke us up
with the power of your mind?
I'm just pointing out a pattern.
Holmes,
you're no magnet,
and I'm sure as hell not a fork.
You are,
in your own way, Marcus,
a lonelier man than me.
What?
Well, I, at least, have Watson.
You...
You deserve more.
She's I.A.
The great love of my life
is a homicidal maniac.
No one's perfect.
Detective Scott made you happy.
That much is obvious, so...
perhaps she still can.
I wish there was something more
we could tell you.
The Zaleskys are still thriving
in some parts of the state,
but they are as
good as dismantled
in Judge Vaughn's district.
He hasn't put away anyone
with even a loose affiliation
with them in over a decade.
There might still be
a connection we're not seeing.
I got a buddy at the FBI's
Newark field office.
I'll reach out to him,
see if he has any thoughts.
Do it soon.
I got the Chief of D's
breathing down my neck,
governor's office in Jersey is
taking a lot of heat over this,
and they're in a sharing mood.
It's an election year.
It's hard to run a
tough-on-crime platform
with this mess in the news.
What if that was the point?
Create a news story tailor-made
to embarrass the governor,
and then influence
the upcoming election.
You think this could be
all politics?
Do any of us doubt
that a political operative
would stoop to such measures?
Governorship of New Jersey is
a lucrative position to control.
It's worth billions each year
in contracts
to one's cronies.
Were it not for our involvement,
what would be the top news story
in the tri-state area today?
"Escaped inmate murders judge
and guard.
Still on the loose."
"Governor at a loss."
According to this,
his biggest competition
is an assemblyman
named Cortland Hughes.
He's been taking swipes
at the governor all week.
So has his campaign
manager, Andrea Schuster.
We know that name.
Yeah.
She's the woman
Loretta Nichols said
she was having drinks with
when Judge Vaughn was killed.
She was her alibi.
You people are insane.
Well, you're the one who gave us
Miss Schuster's name.
We just want to make sure
we got our facts straight.
There aren't any facts, okay?
Because I didn't
do anything wrong.
Andrea and I have been friends
for years.
Then you know
she's a political strategist
with a vicious reputation--
no move too low.
So, because I had drinks
with her, uh, that means
that I am a part of a plot
to bring down my boss
and murder a man
that I loved?
It's one possibility.
You had intimate knowledge
of the judge's movements
the night he was killed.
You could have steered him
into an ambush.
What kind of monster
do you think that I...?
Like he said,
it's one possibility.
It's not the only one.
Given your relationship with the
judge, we're willing to believe
that you did not know
the plan involved his murder.
Now, if that's the case,
we'll recommend
the DA consider you
an unwitting party
who got in over her head.
I didn't get into anything.
Andrea and I worked together
when we first started out.
Did she approach me
about switching teams?
Yes, all the time.
Did I ever take it seriously?
Absolutely not.
Miss Nichols...
No.
I have been trying
to clean up this mess
ever since it started.
You don't believe me,
check my phone logs.
Talk to my assistant.
No, you know what?
Better yet,
talk to the governor.
Ask him who's been handling
every media request.
Ask him who convinced him
to sever ties
with Reform Enterprises.
See if he has any doubt as
to where my allegiances lie.
Reform Enterprises--
they own the prison
where Nikki Moreno
was held, right?
The governor has a close
relationship with the CEO,
which, as you can imagine,
has become a major liability.
We were gonna turn over
another state prison to them.
Now we can't.
The reasons must be clear,
even to you three.
Of course they are.
You would have had
a PR nightmare on your hands.
Any other company submit bids
to take over the prison?
Why?
There's a chance one of them
has a killer in their employ.
Captain Gregson.
This is, uh, Joan Watson.
You know Detective Bell and Mr. Holmes.
Yes, Captain.
Everyone, come on in. I'm sorry
I'm so pressed for time.
No, it's us who should
be apologizing to you.
We're the ones
who rescheduled
on you this morning.
It's not a problem.
Happy to help the NYPD
any way I can.
Well, you must
be busy,
what with the
new contract
to take over the state
prison in Union County.
You got a lot riding
on that, huh?
As much as anybody here.
Well, sure, but you're also
in charge of growth
and expansion.
Your bonuses are tied
to new business.
Uh, yep, I guess.
It's not something
I like to focus on.
Really?
I imagine I would focus on it
quite intently.
When you add up all the
sources of income--
money from the state,
kickbacks from corporations
for cheap labor,
all the fees you collect
from the inmates themselves--
a new prison is worth about
$25 million a year, isn't it?
And acquiring even one
new prison in New Jersey
must be a daunting
task, especially given
the governor's connection
to Reform Enterprises.
Yeah.
Is that why
you resorted to murder?
- What?
- Everything you arranged--
the staged prison break,
killing Judge Vaughn--
all of it was
about creating a scandal so big,
the governor had no choice but
to distance himself from R.E.
Correctional Administration
Group is the only other
private prison company
in the state.
So, R.E.'s loss
these last few days
has been your considerable gain.
I think I'd like you
to leave now.
I would want us to leave, too.
This photograph was taken
four nights ago at the same
fund-raiser that
Judge Vaughn attended.
You were there to
watch him, right?
Find just the right time
to stab him
with that screwdriver?
You heard your old
employee, Trey McCann,
had caught on at R.E.,
and you saw an opportunity.
He was the kind to take
bribes, get his hands dirty.
All you had to do
was find his price
for killing Nikki Moreno.
That's crazy.
Where's the tuxedo
you're wearing in this photo?
Don't hurt yourself.
We already had a feeling
you got rid of it.
That appointment we made
this morning and then canceled
at the last minute--
it was so state police
could execute a search warrant
on your house.
Your tuxedo is conspicuous
by its absence,
presumably because
it is spattered
by the blood of
Judge Vaughn.
The police, however,
found your gun.
A nine millimeter.
Ballistics are forthcoming.
We have a strong
suspicion it will be
a match for the weapon used
to perforate Trey McCann.
They're gonna read you
your rights now.
When you call your
lawyer, remind him
you got two murders in Jersey
and one in New York.
Now, given the way
you guys do things here,
I'd push to serve my time
in New York.
You were the one
who texted, Marcus.
I'm sorry about the other day.
Were you ever gonna tell me?
I don't know.
Well, I want to take it back.
The whole day,
everything I said.
Did you not mean it?
I was angry.
It was a lot to take in.
Marcus...
No, I-I want to try again.
The last few months-- they've
been really good for me.
As far as I can tell,
they were good for you.
And all that other stuff--
it shouldn't have anything
to do with us.
What if everybody knew?
What?
What if I told everyone?
All the cops at the 11th,
all your friends.
Would that change things?
I don't know what you...
Would it change things?
I thought a lot
about what you said.
All the secrets
I have to keep,
the idea that I take shots
from the shadows.
Seana...
I'm leaving the 12th.
I'm transferring
to IAB full-time.
I'll still be a detective,
but at least now
people will know
exactly what I am.
No more secrets,
no more shadows.
And you were right.
These last few months
have been good.
But this is... this is
gonna be a big change for me,
and... now I'm gonna
need some time.
If you still want
to look me up
after the dust
settles,
you'll know where to find me.
You got a minute?
Ah.
I don't know which is weirder.
The fact that I'm spending
my Friday night with you,
or the Stanley
freaking Cup.
You sure this is
the genuine article?
Positive.
The NHL has been notified,
and will be here to
reclaim it shortly.
Are you sure
we should be doing this?
After a night celebrating
the Cup victory in 1905,
members of the Ottawa Silver
Seven felt it necessary
to see if they could kick the
cup into Ottawa's Rideau Canal.
So, this is nothing.
You honestly think
I'm lonelier than you?
By a factor of ten.
Well, it's tough.
Meeting women,
the hours I keep.
You are the most dedicated
police detective I know.
That takes its toll.
But a balance
can be struck.
I, myself, will be having sex
in less than an hour.
One of your "friends"?
My friends have friends,
you know?
Some of them might
even be desirous of
a relationship.
Another night, maybe.
Tonight, pretty sure
this is all I need.
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@elder_man
- Yeah?
Can you come down
here, please?
Is that the real Stanley Cup?
That's precisely what
I'm trying to determine.
Several days ago,
whilst browsing
auction sites on the dark Web,
I came across a listing for the
Dominion Hockey Challenge Cup,
aka Lord Stanley's Cup.
I was skeptical as to the Cup's
provenance, so I bought it.
Why would you buy it if
you were skeptical...?
The Cup has humble
beginnings.
It started off
as a mere bowl.
In 1927, long narrow bands
were added
and then replaced
by uneven bands in 1947.
The original bowl
is in the vault
in the Hockey Hall of Fame
in Toronto.
The Hall also keeps a
near-perfect duplicate on hand.
"The Presentation Cup,"
if indeed this is
the genuine article,
is here.
Wait a second, are
you into hockey?
What I'm "into," Watson,
is the possibility
that the Cup
was stolen.
It travels under the constant
supervision of its keeper,
so opportunities to nick it
are very, very rare.
If it is
the real Cup,
I shall return it
to the National Hockey League
with all due haste.
If not, Clyde has
a new wading pool.
And the reason
it's in the tub is?
I was measuring
water displacement
to determine
the Cup's density.
Now it's just drying.
Mmm.
It can dry elsewhere.
Nice, yo.
Getting closer to
that 80-inch plasma.
Man, plasma dead, bro--
you want LED.
Ooh, check it out.
Hey, yo, man, you having
trouble getting home?
Man, he look
lost to me.
Tell you what.
Show us your wallet,
we see where you live,
make sure you get
on the right train.
Hey, man,
I'm talking to you.
Oh, no way.
Yo, what are you doing?
We got to get out of here.
We can't just leave him here.
He'll die.
So?
Hey, mister-- everything's
all right, mister.
The ambulance is coming.
They're gonna help you.
Yeah, I want
to report a...
I don't know,
an assault or something.
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The Best Way Out Is Always Through
Original Air Date on April 30,
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@elder_man
♪ ♪
You hated it.
Well, I wouldn't
say "hated."
I just never understood bands
that are that angry.
They are not angry.
They're young.
You're old.
You act like I don't know
you got a few months on me.
If you are trying to talk me
out of going back to my place,
boy, you are doing
a good job.
Your place?
That's new.
It's my neighborhood,
and, um, got rid
of all those bodies, so...
It's work.
Seana Scott.
I'll be right there.
Sorry.
I-I'll call you
if it's not too late.
Sure.
Tomorrow works, too.
Don't give up on tonight.
It's Bell.
Watson, you've lived here
your whole life.
Why do you think so many
New Yorkers feel the need
to combine public transportation
with public urination?
You know, it's
part of the charm.
What I've been told so far--
victim's a New Jersey criminal
court judge named Dennis Vaughn.
Looks like someone got him
at the top of the steps.
Single stab wound to the chest.
Weapon was a screwdriver.
12th Squad caught the case,
but given
who the Vic is,
Chief of D's asked Major Case
to take it over.
Detective Bell.
Detective Scott from the 12th,
this is Sherlock
Holmes, Joan Watson.
Any idea why the judge
was in the city?
Spoke to a clerk
at his office.
She said he was here
attending a fund-raiser
for the Jersey governor's
reelection campaign.
So the governor of New Jersey
holds fund-raisers in New York?
Have you ever
been to Trenton?
CSU lifted these prints
off of the weapon.
May I?
- Who called it in?
- Couple of kids over there.
They don't exactly
scream "model citizens""
but they stuck around,
so I'm thinking they
weren't involved.
We'll know more when
the prints come back.
Prints are more likely yours
than theirs, Detective.
Excuse me?
I don't mean yours,
specifically,
but I'm fairly certain
these prints are female.
Research has shown
a direct correlation
between the relative thickness
of the ridges and valleys
of an individual's fingerprints
and his or her sex.
And you can see these ridges
and valleys well enough
to know the difference?
Oh, trust me, he can.
Was the judge married?
No. I asked the clerk.
Next of kin is a
brother in Florida.
Well, he had sex tonight.
Not the brother; the judge.
He's freshly showered,
and his skin bears the aroma
of a soap used exclusively
at the Waldorf-Astoria.
That's where the
fund-raiser was.
And yet he didn't spend
the night.
His presence here suggests
he was on his way home.
Before he got very far,
he met with a passionate death
at the hands of a woman.
So you're thinking
lovers' quarrel.
Wouldn't explain the use of a
screwdriver as a murder weapon,
but it would accommodate
the other evidence.
I'll get the guest list
from the fund-raiser,
see if anyone fits the bill.
You think I had something to do
with what happened
to Judge Vaughn.
We know the judge left
the fund-raiser early
and went up
to a room at the Waldorf.
We also know that
you had a room there.
That's where you spent
last night.
The governor's
office booked rooms
for all of his
top staffers.
None of us were gonna drive
back t-to Trenton last night.
That's fair enough.
But you were the only one
of those staffers
who was seen leaving
the function
around the same time
that Judge Vaughn did.
Neither of you returned
for the rest of the evening.
We know what happened
to him, Miss Nichols.
Where were you?
Dennis and I had been
seeing each other
on and off since
law school.
He had to be, what, uh,
20 years older than you?
He was a professor.
You were a student.
Uh, at first, it had
to be a secret,
and then, over the
years, he just insisted
we keep it that way.
He was worried about what it
would do to his reputation.
I didn't say
anything because,
even now, I don't think
that he would want
anybody to know.
And after he left the hotel,
you didn't go back to the party.
No, I was invited
by a friend for a drink
at a bar around the corner.
And we were there until
I heard about Dennis.
Her name's Andrea Schuster.
I can give you her number.
Can I talk to you
guys a second?
I wouldn't bother getting
Miss Nichols' prints.
NCIC just came back
with a hit in Jersey.
Woman by the name
of Nikki Moreno.
Repeat drug offender.
Judge Vaughn sentenced
her to four years
at Pemberton Women's
Correctional Facility.
When was she
released?
She wasn't.
She escaped two days ago.
There's Moreno's
visitor logs,
phone transcripts
and all the write-ups.
State police got
copies, too.
She was a troublemaker.
Pulled a few
cell phones off her.
She'd mouth off
to the C.O.'s.
Couple times, I had
to put her in the SHU.
Oh, that's...
that's solitary.
We get Netflix.
Any idea how
she got out?
First we noticed was when
she didn't show up for count.
We went into lockdown,
but she was gone.
We still got a lot
of video to go through.
I'd like copies
of those videos.
I'd also like to
walk your perimeter
and examine each
of your gates.
Oh, uh, our people
went over all of that.
They didn't find
anything.
Well, knowing how she escaped
might help us find out
if anyone was helping her,
maybe even tell us where she is.
My interest is equally academic.
True prison breaks, those from
within the grounds, are rare.
Those perpetrated by women,
almost unheard of.
It's statistics, Watson.
It's not that they fail more.
It's just that they don't try.
Academic interests
aside, we would
appreciate your help.
Tell you the truth,
this whole thing
doesn't surprise me.
Budget cuts have
stretched us pretty thin.
We're understaffed.
A lot of the cameras
are on the fritz.
Guys at R.E. only care
about the bottom line.
R.E.?
Reform Enterprises.
It's the company that
owns this facility.
Privatized prisons,
capitalism at its most cynical.
Profits are tied
to filling the beds,
so public policy that puts more
people behind bars is good,
and prevention
and rehabilitation are bad.
I stay out of
all the politics.
We're just trying
to do our jobs.
While Mr. Holmes checks
out the grounds,
we'd like to see
Miss Moreno's cell.
Nikki only had two years
left on her sentence.
Now, if we find her,
she's gonna spend the rest
of her life behind bars.
From her file,
it looks like
Judge Vaughn could have
gone a lot easier on her.
Deputy Warden McCann made
her sound like a hothead.
Maybe she held a grudge.
Already been tossed?
Detective Scott seems nice.
Matching hand stamps
at the crime scene.
Dead giveaway.
We've been trying
to keep it low-profile.
At least until
it gets more serious.
Well, she seems nice.
I mean it.
Yeah, thanks.
I've never dated another
detective before.
It has its pros and cons.
We understand each other.
The Poetry of Robert Frost.
Looks pretty new.
This is the only book
that isn't from
the prison library.
Does Nikki strike you
as the "poems about
New England farm life" type?
Could be she was expanding
her horizons.
Could be it was a gift.
"Start with page ten
and dream about the apple trees.
Jeff."
It's pretty intimate stuff.
Yeah, I don't remember
anyone named Jeff
in Nikki's visitor log.
Weren't any Jeffs in her list
of known associates, either.
So whoever he is,
maybe he knows something.
So I think I know
who Jeff is.
Do tell.
I just heard back from
the warden at Pemberton.
Turns out there's an attorney
named Jeff Harper
who gives seminars
at the prison.
That's why his name wasn't
on Nikki's visitor list.
He works for an advocacy group
that advises inmates
of their rights, answers
any legal questions.
And gifts them with the
occasional book of poetry?
The warden agreed
that was unusual.
So I thought we'd pay Jeff
a visit tomorrow,
see if there was anything more
to his relationship
with Nikki than people knew.
Now what are you doing?
My previous test
of the Cup's legitimacy
proved inconclusive.
As you are no doubt aware,
the metal composition
of cutlery can have an
effect on food's flavor.
That's why caviar is
best enjoyed with spoons
made of bone or porcelain
rather than steel.
This is a far cry from
a spoon, of course,
but the same essential
principles apply.
So you think you'll be able to
taste if that's the real trophy.
Mmm, needs a moment.
Oh, is that everything
from the 12th?
Mm-hmm. Courtesy of
Detective Scott.
Unfortunately, there's
little more to glean here
than there was at the
scene of the crime.
So what do you
think of her?
Her report is meticulous.
She's a keen observer
and detail-oriented.
No, I mean
do you like her?
Why on earth would
that matter?
Mmm, no reason.
Forget I asked.
You've divined her secret.
What?
Somehow you've realized that
she's leading a double life.
You're wondering if I
was aware-- well, I was.
Of course you were.
She'll need to be more
careful in the future,
lest everyone realize she's
working for Internal Affairs.
Scott isn't Internal Affairs.
She's a detective at the 12th.
She's both.
I thought you said
you knew her secret.
How could she be both?
She's a field associate.
Her desk is at
the 12th precinct,
and she reports
to IAB when needed.
Are you saying
she's a spy?
Well, in a manner
of speaking.
How do you know?
After our administrative
hearing last year,
I anticipated the bureau
would want to keep tabs on us.
So I thought I'd beat them
to the punch.
I performed some light
surveillance of their offices,
and I identified a goodly number
of their field associates.
Detective Scott was
one of them.
This vexes you?
She and Marcus have
been seeing each other.
That's what I
thought you meant
when you said she was
leading a double life.
Oh. Well, I confess
to being surprised
that that escaped my attention,
but, uh, as you know, the lives
of those closest to me
are often the most
difficult ones for me to...
How can you be so
casual about this?
About what?
You don't think he knows?
Do you?
Well, say he doesn't.
How is it any
of our concern?
Are you serious?
We're not cops, Watson.
For as long as
there's been police,
there's been
police corruption.
The bureau might not be popular,
but it's utterly necessary.
You just said you
surveilled them.
Because I feared that
they might not approve
of our methods,
not because I thought
they were inherently evil.
I know they go
after bad cops,
but you know they jam
up a lot of good ones.
Do you fear this to be
the case with Marcus,
that he's being jammed?
If you're asking
me if I think
she's a honey trap--
no, I don't.
I think they really like each
other, but think about it.
What if he does
something small,
like help fix
another cop's mistake
and then tells
her about it?
Isn't it her job to bring
things like this to her boss?
You know, I'll call
him tomorrow,
and if he knows about
it, I'll just tell him
we'll keep it
between us.
And if he doesn't?
Then I guess he'll have
a decision to make.
Tonight, we'll have lows
in the mid-50s, with a slight...
...too much for auto insurance?
Give us a...
I asked the Freehold PD
in Jersey to send us those.
Gwen is Deputy McCann's wife.
She called 911
after that last text.
The way McCann
talked about Nikki Moreno,
they locked horns
plenty.
First Judge
Vaughn, then him?
Looks like she's
keeping a hit list.
For a previously
unremarkable drug dealer,
Miss Moreno continues
to defy expectations.
Spree killer is yet another
category dominated by men.
How does she do it?
Would you be happier if
women were better criminals?
Anything on the weapon?
Just that she used
a nine millimeter,
and it hasn't
turned up yet.
Assume she's still got it,
wherever she is.
Federal marshals,
state police, every PD
in New York
and New Jersey is into it,
and no one's
got a clue.
Sherlock and I are going
to meet with Jeff Harper
at 9:00 at his office--
maybe you want to join us?
Jeff Harper?
He's the advocacy attorney
who gave Nikki the
book Joan found.
Seemed like a pretty
personal gift
to come from a
legal advisor,
so even if he's not helping her,
he might have some insight.
Given this new
development,
I suggest you visit
Mr. Harper without me.
I would like to
inspect the scene
of the deputy warden's murder
myself as well as his remains.
I'll set it up.
Let me know
what you guys find.
"Lovers, forget your love,
"and list to the
love of these.
She a window flower,
and he a winter breeze."
Page ten.
It's pretty stuff.
That come up when you were
explaining the appeals process?
Or how to prep
for a parole hearing?
You must have some real
questions you want to ask me.
So ask them.
Did you help
Nikki Moreno escape?
No.
Do you know where she is?
No.
Well, you obviously got
closer than people knew.
Actually, we didn't.
I'll admit there
was flirtation.
I liked her.
And she flirted back.
I assume because she saw me
as someone who could help.
Maybe the poetry book
was ill-advised,
but I'm not an idiot--
I never crossed the line.
What kind of help
did she want?
Same kind everyone
in prison wants.
How to get out quicker.
Legally.
Did she tell you about her plans
for Judge Vaughn or Trey McCann?
I would've come
forward if she had.
I'm just as shocked
as anybody-- more so.
And I never heard her say
a word against Judge Vaughn.
But did I know she
hated Trey McCann?
Sure. You know what it's like
in those private prisons?
Well, the late deputy warden had
a few thoughts on the matter.
Gave you his "we're underfunded
and we're just trying
to do our jobs" speech, right?
That place is a breeding
ground for abusive guards.
McCann would put women in the
SHU just to show his dominance.
Last week, he forced Nikki
to switch work details.
He assigned her
to a computer recycling shop.
You know what they do in those places?
Recycle computers?
The prisoners break up
old components with hammers.
They're exposed to dangerous
levels of toxic heavy metals,
and they're not even given
proper protective gear.
Look, I get that prison
isn't supposed to be a picnic.
But you put housing inmates
in the hands
of for-profit companies,
and all human decency
goes out the window.
You obviously have
strong feelings.
Makes me wonder if you decided
to help one inmate get
a little payback.
I want prison reform,
not anarchy.
Besides, I already was
helping Nikki get out,
the right way.
I'd just filed a motion to
get her sentence reduced.
Took weeks of prep,
pro Bono, and I think
we had a decent shot at winning.
Now, tell me,
why would I bother to do all
that, and then help her escape?
We should get the court records
to confirm all this,
but my gut says
he's telling the truth.
He would have wanted
to let the motion play out.
Now, the courthouse
is just a couple miles away.
You want to take
a ride over there?
Before we do, I'd like
to talk to you about something.
The search continues today
for Nikki Moreno,
a prisoner who escaped
from Pemberton Women's
Correctional Facility
in New Jersey several days ago.
I know you guys swear by
this place at the 11th,
but a cop bar?
Really? For lunch?
I bet the salads are even
made of ground beef.
Just felt right today.
What is it?
Do you work for IAB?
It's a simple question.
No, it's not.
And yes, I do.
Did they force you?
Jam you up
so you had to work with them?
Nobody jammed me up.
I was approached at the academy.
So you've been
in their pocket a long time.
A little over eight years.
They know about us?
No.
But eventually.
I don't know.
I'm not in anyone's
pocket, okay?
I'm a resource.
When I.A. needs to know
what's going on at the 12th,
I shed light. That's it.
More often than not,
what I tell them
helps good cops
stay out of trouble.
Because that's what the rat
squad's all about, right?
Helping cops?
Wow. Must be a nice view
from that glass house, Marcus.
What's that supposed to mean?
It means that a little
over a year ago,
you gift-wrapped your old boss
Deputy Commissioner Da Silva.
He is serving life now.
He was in bed with a Mob family.
He was a cop.
A brother in blue.
Weren't you supposed to
just look the other way?
What I did and what you do
are totally different.
How?
I went to work for
Da Silva in good faith.
Something stunk.
I reported it because I had to.
You? You're a plant.
You take shots from the shadows.
I do not take shots.
I answer questions.
You hide what you really are.
And you rat on your friends.
Men and women that would
give their lives for you.
I could never do that.
I'd like to think that you...
know me by now.
I mean,
is that how you honestly
think I do my job?
I never knew you, Seana.
Not for a second.
Oh, hey.
I thought you'd
still be in Freehold.
There's little to be found
in Freehold. I returned here.
I know why you're
so obsessed.
It kills you that an
unremarkable criminal
could figure out
how to escape from a prison
when you can't.
That's nonsense.
I know how I'd escape.
I found 11 different ways.
What I cannot determine
is how she escaped.
Surveillance footage,
log records,
physical evidence...
have ruled out every method
I've devised.
Is this my bra?
Yes, I needed the underwire.
I was testing whether
Miss Moreno could have
fashioned a suitable lock pick
from the tools
at her disposal.
I also need to replace
your toothbrush.
I don't suppose
the poetry lover
shed any light on the situation.
On top of having an alibi
the night Nikki escaped,
his story with the court
checked out.
Thanks to him, she had a good
shot at reducing her sentence.
Perhaps her escape
was one of opportunity.
She saw an out, and she took it.
Or she just decided
enough is enough.
Jeff Harper made it sound like
she had reached her last straw.
Explain.
Well, a week before
she broke out,
McCann forced her to work
around toxic materials.
If that happened to me and there
was nothing I could do about it,
I might start
looking for a way out.
Continue explaining.
It was a computer
recycling shop.
Prisons make deals
with big companies
who use prison labor
for next to nothing.
I know this.
The recycling shop
you mentioned is here.
You said she had no choice
in the reassignment.
Harper specifically said
she was forced.
That's what Nikki told him.
McCann made her
switch jobs. Why?
According to her records,
she requested the job change.
But that's only according
to Officer McCann.
He's the one
who reported the move.
So one of them is lying.
How does that change things?
I think I know
how to find Miss Moreno.
The last verifiable
sighting of Nikki Moreno
was shortly before her
shift was due to begin.
According to the work log,
she was the only prisoner
scheduled to be
here at that time.
According to her file,
she asked for overtime.
She was trying
to save up some money.
Well, Jeff Harper
said she hated that job,
so why would
she do that?
Could be it was to get a hold
of the screwdriver
she used to kill
Judge Vaughn.
As to this being the source
of the screwdriver,
I suspect you're right.
But this might be the only part
of the scenario
you're imagining that is.
Okay. Enlighten us.
Prisoners assigned here
separate hazardous material
from safe,
and they put each
in their respective bins.
The hazardous bins
are then sealed
and picked up
for transfer
to a toxic waste facility.
If you wouldn't mind.
What, you think she escaped
in one of these bins?
No.
I considered the possibility,
and then, uh,
I dismissed it.
There was no pickup
the night Nikki disappeared.
The next one
is not for two days.
Also...
thanks to Judge Vaughn's murder,
I was working
under the assumption that...
Nikki'd actually
left the prison.
Nikki didn't escape.
She was murdered right here.
A day before
Judge Vaughn was killed,
so she didn't
kill him or Trey McCann.
Unless I'm mistaken,
Trey McCann
murdered her.
The garrote was stashed
under the body.
Prints on the handles
were a match for Trey McCann.
We believe he transferred Nikki
to the computer lab
in order to facilitate
her murder.
There, he could get her alone,
away from the cameras,
and also have a convenient way
of disposing of her body.
Two more days, and that bin
would have been buried
in a landfill.
Nikki would have
disappeared forever.
We like McCann
for Judge Vaughn's murder, too?
He was on duty at the
prison that night.
We found out
that he made
some high-end purchases
We think someone paid him
to get Nikki's prints
on that screwdriver
and then kill her.
That person is behind
Judge Vaughn's murder.
And presumably the murder
of Trey McCann.
He was a
loose end,
tied up by the myth
of Nikki Moreno's escape.
She was a patsy.
We can't know that
for sure yet,
but we looked under
every rock in her life
when we thought she
was on the run.
Nobody leapt out as
wanting her dead.
Criminal judges,
on the other hand,
collect death threats
as an occupational by-product.
There were too many
suspects on one side,
not enough on the other.
What most interests me, however,
is the killer's choice
of Trey McCann
as coconspirator.
McCann wasn't exactly
a contract killer,
so we think whoever hired him
knew him well enough
to think he would do it.
I remembered...
McCann's last gig
was at a max facility
in South Jersey,
and it's owned by another
for-profit company.
Correctional
Administration Group.
They fired him after
just eight months.
Could be he got chummy
with some inmates.
If he did, it would explain
why they let him go.
It might also reveal
a connection to a criminal
or group of criminals
that wished Judge Vaughn dead.
Talk to the people
who fired McCann.
See if you're right
about him making his way
into someone's pocket.
In the meantime,
I'll go through
Judge Vaughn's
bench record,
look through any
threats he received.
Any luck, we'll find
the same name in both places.
I heard about the woman
who broke out
of Pemberton.
You really think that
Trey McCann killed her?
Quite horribly,
in fact.
He might have underwhelmed
you as a corrections officer,
but the evidence suggests
he had a certain zeal
for assassination.
We were hoping
you could tell us
why you let him go in 2013.
If it had anything to do with
him doing favors for inmates,
it might help us track down
the person who hired him.
There a problem?
I'm sorry,
but I can't help you.
I mean, I can confirm
that Trey McCann
worked for us a C.O. and that
he was terminated for cause,
but anything beyond that
is confidential.
It's company
policy.
Mr. Franklin, you understand
we're trying to solve
three murders, including
that of a sitting judge?
I-I do, and I wish
I could say more.
But as an officer
of Correctional
Administration Group,
I'm legally obligated
to put the company first.
That's what subpoenas
are for right?
Come back with one,
that'll untie my hands,
and I'll give you
anything you want.
My colleague and I are positing
that Mr. McCann colluded
with convicted criminals during
and thanks to your employ.
If we're right,
I don't imagine that
would play too well
with your shareholders,
would it?
Then again, were it
to reach the media
that C.A.G. was hindering
an investigation
into a judge's murder,
can't imagine that
would play much better.
Mr. Franklin, we have
no interest in exposing
your company's secrets.
We only care about Trey McCann
and his associates.
You help us...
how he came to know
those associates
never has to come to light.
Tell you what--
I will set you up in a room
with the files on McCann.
You can take as long
as you like, but...
nothing in writing
leaves this building.
If it does, the NYPD can
look forward to a lawsuit.
Fair enough?
Looks like we were
onto something.
Says here in 2013 Correctional
Administration Group
found evidence Trey McCann
was running favors for a
Russian Bratva, the Zaleskys.
He was bringing
contraband in and out
of a prison in
East Orange for them
and setting their guys up
with the best work details.
The official reason given
for his termination
is excessive absences.
So, obviously,
C.A.G. were trying to keep
misconduct off the record
and out of the press.
Got to think it helped
him get a new job
with Reform Enterprises.
Question is: Was he still
in the pocket of the Zaleskys?
If he was, they more than fit
the bill of an organization
with the means
to orchestrate three murders.
I'll text Joan, ask her to
see if any of their people
recently had brushes
with Judge Vaughn.
She spoke with you?
About Detective Scott?
Yep.
Sorry.
You don't have anything
to apologize for.
Well, I'm not sure I agree.
I have what some might call
a strong personality.
Nah.
Sometimes, without meaning to,
I can bend others
to my point of view.
Like a magneexposed
to other metals.
Forks in a drawer, for example.
I have a tendency
to magnetize people around me,
drawing them into alignment
with my own ways.
What the hell
are you talking about?
Watson's time with me
has been marked
by increasing social isolation.
The captain-- perhaps
by coincidence, perhaps not--
is now also alone.
You found someone.
Now they're gone.
You think you broke us up
with the power of your mind?
I'm just pointing out a pattern.
Holmes,
you're no magnet,
and I'm sure as hell not a fork.
You are,
in your own way, Marcus,
a lonelier man than me.
What?
Well, I, at least, have Watson.
You...
You deserve more.
She's I.A.
The great love of my life
is a homicidal maniac.
No one's perfect.
Detective Scott made you happy.
That much is obvious, so...
perhaps she still can.
I wish there was something more
we could tell you.
The Zaleskys are still thriving
in some parts of the state,
but they are as
good as dismantled
in Judge Vaughn's district.
He hasn't put away anyone
with even a loose affiliation
with them in over a decade.
There might still be
a connection we're not seeing.
I got a buddy at the FBI's
Newark field office.
I'll reach out to him,
see if he has any thoughts.
Do it soon.
I got the Chief of D's
breathing down my neck,
governor's office in Jersey is
taking a lot of heat over this,
and they're in a sharing mood.
It's an election year.
It's hard to run a
tough-on-crime platform
with this mess in the news.
What if that was the point?
Create a news story tailor-made
to embarrass the governor,
and then influence
the upcoming election.
You think this could be
all politics?
Do any of us doubt
that a political operative
would stoop to such measures?
Governorship of New Jersey is
a lucrative position to control.
It's worth billions each year
in contracts
to one's cronies.
Were it not for our involvement,
what would be the top news story
in the tri-state area today?
"Escaped inmate murders judge
and guard.
Still on the loose."
"Governor at a loss."
According to this,
his biggest competition
is an assemblyman
named Cortland Hughes.
He's been taking swipes
at the governor all week.
So has his campaign
manager, Andrea Schuster.
We know that name.
Yeah.
She's the woman
Loretta Nichols said
she was having drinks with
when Judge Vaughn was killed.
She was her alibi.
You people are insane.
Well, you're the one who gave us
Miss Schuster's name.
We just want to make sure
we got our facts straight.
There aren't any facts, okay?
Because I didn't
do anything wrong.
Andrea and I have been friends
for years.
Then you know
she's a political strategist
with a vicious reputation--
no move too low.
So, because I had drinks
with her, uh, that means
that I am a part of a plot
to bring down my boss
and murder a man
that I loved?
It's one possibility.
You had intimate knowledge
of the judge's movements
the night he was killed.
You could have steered him
into an ambush.
What kind of monster
do you think that I...?
Like he said,
it's one possibility.
It's not the only one.
Given your relationship with the
judge, we're willing to believe
that you did not know
the plan involved his murder.
Now, if that's the case,
we'll recommend
the DA consider you
an unwitting party
who got in over her head.
I didn't get into anything.
Andrea and I worked together
when we first started out.
Did she approach me
about switching teams?
Yes, all the time.
Did I ever take it seriously?
Absolutely not.
Miss Nichols...
No.
I have been trying
to clean up this mess
ever since it started.
You don't believe me,
check my phone logs.
Talk to my assistant.
No, you know what?
Better yet,
talk to the governor.
Ask him who's been handling
every media request.
Ask him who convinced him
to sever ties
with Reform Enterprises.
See if he has any doubt as
to where my allegiances lie.
Reform Enterprises--
they own the prison
where Nikki Moreno
was held, right?
The governor has a close
relationship with the CEO,
which, as you can imagine,
has become a major liability.
We were gonna turn over
another state prison to them.
Now we can't.
The reasons must be clear,
even to you three.
Of course they are.
You would have had
a PR nightmare on your hands.
Any other company submit bids
to take over the prison?
Why?
There's a chance one of them
has a killer in their employ.
Captain Gregson.
This is, uh, Joan Watson.
You know Detective Bell and Mr. Holmes.
Yes, Captain.
Everyone, come on in. I'm sorry
I'm so pressed for time.
No, it's us who should
be apologizing to you.
We're the ones
who rescheduled
on you this morning.
It's not a problem.
Happy to help the NYPD
any way I can.
Well, you must
be busy,
what with the
new contract
to take over the state
prison in Union County.
You got a lot riding
on that, huh?
As much as anybody here.
Well, sure, but you're also
in charge of growth
and expansion.
Your bonuses are tied
to new business.
Uh, yep, I guess.
It's not something
I like to focus on.
Really?
I imagine I would focus on it
quite intently.
When you add up all the
sources of income--
money from the state,
kickbacks from corporations
for cheap labor,
all the fees you collect
from the inmates themselves--
a new prison is worth about
$25 million a year, isn't it?
And acquiring even one
new prison in New Jersey
must be a daunting
task, especially given
the governor's connection
to Reform Enterprises.
Yeah.
Is that why
you resorted to murder?
- What?
- Everything you arranged--
the staged prison break,
killing Judge Vaughn--
all of it was
about creating a scandal so big,
the governor had no choice but
to distance himself from R.E.
Correctional Administration
Group is the only other
private prison company
in the state.
So, R.E.'s loss
these last few days
has been your considerable gain.
I think I'd like you
to leave now.
I would want us to leave, too.
This photograph was taken
four nights ago at the same
fund-raiser that
Judge Vaughn attended.
You were there to
watch him, right?
Find just the right time
to stab him
with that screwdriver?
You heard your old
employee, Trey McCann,
had caught on at R.E.,
and you saw an opportunity.
He was the kind to take
bribes, get his hands dirty.
All you had to do
was find his price
for killing Nikki Moreno.
That's crazy.
Where's the tuxedo
you're wearing in this photo?
Don't hurt yourself.
We already had a feeling
you got rid of it.
That appointment we made
this morning and then canceled
at the last minute--
it was so state police
could execute a search warrant
on your house.
Your tuxedo is conspicuous
by its absence,
presumably because
it is spattered
by the blood of
Judge Vaughn.
The police, however,
found your gun.
A nine millimeter.
Ballistics are forthcoming.
We have a strong
suspicion it will be
a match for the weapon used
to perforate Trey McCann.
They're gonna read you
your rights now.
When you call your
lawyer, remind him
you got two murders in Jersey
and one in New York.
Now, given the way
you guys do things here,
I'd push to serve my time
in New York.
You were the one
who texted, Marcus.
I'm sorry about the other day.
Were you ever gonna tell me?
I don't know.
Well, I want to take it back.
The whole day,
everything I said.
Did you not mean it?
I was angry.
It was a lot to take in.
Marcus...
No, I-I want to try again.
The last few months-- they've
been really good for me.
As far as I can tell,
they were good for you.
And all that other stuff--
it shouldn't have anything
to do with us.
What if everybody knew?
What?
What if I told everyone?
All the cops at the 11th,
all your friends.
Would that change things?
I don't know what you...
Would it change things?
I thought a lot
about what you said.
All the secrets
I have to keep,
the idea that I take shots
from the shadows.
Seana...
I'm leaving the 12th.
I'm transferring
to IAB full-time.
I'll still be a detective,
but at least now
people will know
exactly what I am.
No more secrets,
no more shadows.
And you were right.
These last few months
have been good.
But this is... this is
gonna be a big change for me,
and... now I'm gonna
need some time.
If you still want
to look me up
after the dust
settles,
you'll know where to find me.
You got a minute?
Ah.
I don't know which is weirder.
The fact that I'm spending
my Friday night with you,
or the Stanley
freaking Cup.
You sure this is
the genuine article?
Positive.
The NHL has been notified,
and will be here to
reclaim it shortly.
Are you sure
we should be doing this?
After a night celebrating
the Cup victory in 1905,
members of the Ottawa Silver
Seven felt it necessary
to see if they could kick the
cup into Ottawa's Rideau Canal.
So, this is nothing.
You honestly think
I'm lonelier than you?
By a factor of ten.
Well, it's tough.
Meeting women,
the hours I keep.
You are the most dedicated
police detective I know.
That takes its toll.
But a balance
can be struck.
I, myself, will be having sex
in less than an hour.
One of your "friends"?
My friends have friends,
you know?
Some of them might
even be desirous of
a relationship.
Another night, maybe.
Tonight, pretty sure
this is all I need.
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