Elementary (2012–…): Season 4, Episode 12 - A View with a Room - full transcript

Previously on Elementary...

Uh, we're here to see
Fiona Helbron, aka "Mittens."

She wrote some software
that was used

to take control
of a car last night

that caused a fatal accident.

She wouldn't hurt anybody.
She couldn't.

They say autism is a spectrum,

but it's really an array
of different conditions

all lumped together.

I prefer the term
"neuro-atypical."

What did you
want to say?

Well, I confess
that I'm here to discuss

the uncomfortable subject
of the murders

which occurred the other day.

More specifically, I'd like you

to help me apprehend
the person responsible.

(glass jar rattling)

What does China landing
a moon rover have to do

with someone trying
to kill your father?

Nothing, as far
as I can tell.

Or everything.

At any given moment,

father's fingers
were in many pies,

so I'm reviewing events
both great and small

which might have been
influenced by his removal.

And?

A few possibilities.

Nothing in
high relief, as yet.

(rattling continues)

Okay, that's not annoying.

These are the bullets

that father's private surgeons

removed from abdomen.

Now that we're all
sharing information,

I requested that
they send them over.

His overpaid investigators
were making

zero progress with them,
after all.

And you have?

They're of little use

in tracking his shooters.

Nine-millimeter,
hollow point, American-made.

Obtainable almost anywhere
in the world.

They do however,
help me enter the mind

of whoever might have wanted
to murder my father.

Not a long walk, I confess.

You going somewhere?

Yeah, do you remember
Fiona Helbron?

I do.

Well, apparently,
she's in need of a detective.

She e-mailed me yesterday,
and asked me to meet up.

Just you?

Just me.

You know, social interactions

are tough for her,

so I'm guessing three's a crowd.

I'll circle back later.

(door opens, phone rings)

(door closes)

Captain?

GREGSON:
Ah.

Sherlock Holmes,

Captain Will Lombardi,
Narcotics.

I've heard a lot about you.

Should I be concerned?

Last time you summoned
me to meet police

from another precinct,
they accused me of murder.

You can relax.

Will's an old friend.

The two of us were out
having dinner last night,

and Will mentioned a problem
that his team is having.

Something that stumped them.

I told him he should
talk to you.

Yeah.

You ever heard
of "Satan's Brood?"

Yeah, motorcycle gang.

In charge of a sizeable share

of the crystal meth distribution

in and around the city.

Yeah, these are bad guys.

Armed to the teeth.

They operate out
of a building in Queens

that they protect
like a fortress.

And how can I be of service?

We want to pull
off a heist.

A heist.
At their building.

You want to steal something
from a heavily armed,

meth-dealing band
of bike-riding Satanists?

Interested?

I'm practically engorged.

When do we start?

♪ ♪

LOMBARDI: Taking this place
would be a piece of cake

for a small army.

Mm-hmm.

Well, they've
spared no expense

embracing the clichés,
have they?

Ubiquitous leather,

the bikes modified
for maximum noise.

And you forgot the .38s
and the sawed-off shotguns.

But it's not just show
with these guys.

They also shuttle product
in from Southern Missouri.

Now, they've had run-ins with
cops in five different states,

and never once did
they go down easy.

This is Will's undercover guy,

Detective Ryan Dunning.

Quite the chameleon.

GREGSON: For 12 months,
he's been buying

crystal from them,

working up from grams
to half-pounds.

So he's convinced them
he's a dealer.

Right, all the intel
you see here came from him.

And what's the target
of the heist?

Dunning is in tight

with the New York leader,

Nicholas Farris.

LOMBARDI: Yeah, he's sharp,
and he's organized.

According to Dunning,
he keeps records

of the whole operation
on his computer.

Right, which is in an office
rear of the building,

up a ramp.
Correct.

If Dunning's right,
and we can get that,

then we get the supply chain,

foot soldiers, bank accounts,

we can make convictions
up and down the ladder.

So why don't you
just raid the place

with this "small army"
that you mentioned?

I said, "If Dunning is right."

See, these guys like
their own product.

They never sleep.

So Dunning's never had a chance

to actually check the computer.

So you can't confirm
its contents

without storming the castle.

If you storm the castle,
and it's empty,

you've wasted a year's work.

Catch-22.

And let me be clear,
we are not trying

to get the whole machine.

We just need enough time
for Dunning to get in there,

copy the files
onto a thumb drive

and get out with his head
still attached.

So you can analyze
its contents, mm-hmm.

Straightforward enough.

(scoffs)
Is it?

My people have been working
on this for weeks.

Well, then you should have come
to see me weeks ago.

♪ To say you're trying... ♪

Fiona, hi.
You're late.

Oh, three minutes. I'm sorry.

Because you were late,
I started working on some code.

That's okay.
Because I started,

now I need to finish.

I'll get some coffee.

I'm finished.

How have you been?

I've been well, thank you.
How have you been?

I have a new boss.
His name is Greg Wakino.

He might be a criminal.

What makes you think that?

My last boss was a criminal.

I remember,
you helped us prove that.

But most people
are not criminals.

My last boss
used my code to hurt people,

and I just can't
let that happen again.

So I need to know
if Greg Wakino is a good person.

Do you want me to run
a background check on him?

For money.
I have lots of it.

Pentillion pays me
more than I spend,

so I can give you
whatever you need.

I appreciate it,
but you did me and Sherlock

a favor last time.

We can do you one
in return.

You're right,
you can do me a favor.

Well, thank you.

You're welcome.

You're finally making up
for that childhood you never had

as a three-year-old girl

Bought out
a toy shop's entire stock

of "Sparkle Poodle Playhouse."

The unicorns are the bikes.

The train's the pool table.

This one is Nick, the leader.

I think it captures the gestalt

of a fearsome biker gang,
don't you?

I take it this is the case
you texted me about,

helping Narcotics get
information off of a computer?

Mm-hmm, which is...

the cupcake

in the inner office.

Obviously.

So, how is it going?

Well, it's early, but I can't
foresee any real problems.

I've requested an in-person
meeting with Detective Dunning,

the department's
undercover operative.

He's been wearing
a concealed camera

for most of the year,

but there are some holes
in his intelligence

I would like to fill.

Given the
communication restraints

of an officer posing
as a drug dealer,

it's difficult to say when I'm
going to be hearing from him.

How's our friend, Fiona?

She's worried
about her new boss,

so she wants to run
a background check

before she shares code with him.

I don't really blame her.

Do you require assistance?

No, it's routine.

(phone chimes)

I'm to meet Detective Dunning
on Staten Island in one hour.

That's going to take some doing.

Please don't
touch anything.

I'll try to
restrain myself.

(engine stops)

I applaud your choice in
out-of-the-way meeting places.

No chance of those you've
infiltrated spotting us here.

You think this is a joke?

You risk your neck
to bring down a violent gang,

you have my utmost respect.

They peddle poison to finance
their denim cosplay.

They deserve all
the ridicule I can muster.

Lombardi said
you needed more photos.

There you go.

Thanks.

You want no part of me,
do you?

I didn't ask for your help.

I told Lombardi he should
take this crew down.

You don't share his, uh,
"catch-22" opinion?

No confidence
in the computer's contents?

I know one way to find out.

Well, regardless,
these will suffice.

Gonna have to.

I'm not doing this again.

What?

I had another item

on the agenda for this meeting.

The real hole in the information
I was provided, was you.

Your physical dimensions,
your dexterity.

You'll do.

(engine starts)

(phone ringing)

You know all the furniture
is gone, right?

HOLMES: Join me on the roof,
would you?

What are you doing?

Test runs.

I need to get my plan

for Satan's Brood
on its feet.

To try and get
a sense of how long

it's gonna take
Detective Dunning

to traverse
the gang's headquarters

using different routes.

Is that my bed?

Yeah, I needed a substitute
for the gang's pool table.

How did you do all this?

Do you remember Luc,
my personal mover?

Yeah, well,

he better still be up here,

because if my bed
is not back

in my room
in ten minutes...

(door rattles)

Did you change the lock?

It's the same one

that's on the door
of Nick Farris' office.

I'd like you to pick it.

It's unreasonable
to expect Detective Dunning

to be as nimble as I am,

so I thought it best
to time you.

You said the common room
is always crowded,

how's he supposed
to pick a lock

without a bunch
of bikers seeing him?

Obviously,
a distraction will be needed.

Nothing infuriates
a territorial gang

more than other criminals
infringing on their territory,

so staging a loud holdup

of the check casher's
across the street

should draw people outside.

I've also noticed
from Dunning's intel,

there's a reliable dip
in attendance

at the gang's headquarters

that coincides with
the free Wednesday lunch buffet

at the strip club
around the corner.

I mean, we could wait
for the inevitable outbreak

of hepatitis A,
but I think the detective

might want to act
sooner than that.

(phone ringing)

Captain,

Watson and I are just
ironing out a few kinks,

but I think the plan
for the heist

is going to be ready shortly.

GREGSON:
Yeah, well you can stop ironing.

We won't be needing it anymore.

Why not?

Because we no longer have

an inside man to carry it out.

Detective Ryan Dunning

is dead.

(gunshot)

As far as we can tell,
Dunning went after

the computer on his own.

(gunshot)
This footage is from the drive

on his body cam.

He must've recorded it
so he could document

the source of the files.

HOLMES:
Is there more to the video?

No.

The wire must have got
pulled out of the camera.

Probably when the killer
dragged the body away.

The shooter didn't
issue a warning,

didn't ask Dunning
what he was doing in the office.

Do you think the gang
realized he was a cop?

If they had,
they would've done

a better job getting
rid of the body.

And they sure as hell

would have checked him
for a wire. No.

The best guess is that
they thought he was a dealer,

who was trying to rip them off,

caught him with his hand
in the cookie jar.

Idiot.

Excuse me?

Dunning.

I met the man.

He was impatient.
A risk-taker.

He wasn't suicidal.

Which, given everything he
shared with us about the gang's

comings and goings, would be
the only other explanation

for this stupid attempt.

Maybe he thought he saw
a window of opportunity.

Maybe they all went to see

Star Wars or something,
we don't know.

Anyway, a cop is dead.

The gloves are off.

ESU hit the hangout before dawn.

Netted 20 kilos of meth
and 14 gang members.

That's all of the regulars,
except...

the leader.

Name is Nick Farris.

We put a Finest Message
out on him.

Do we know

which of the gang members
is the shooter?

No. No one's talking.

They won't have to.

There might be another way
to identify the gunman.

His sleeve rides up here.

There's a mole
on his right wrist,

shaped like...

Iceland.

I'll ask someone to check
the bikers we have in custody.

I take it CSU
is still processing the scene?

I'd like to see it.

It's almost like déjà vu,

entering a space
you've studied so intently,

but never set foot in.

Although,
Detective Dunning's research

failed to include
the onslaught of smells.

Smoke of several types,
body odor,

alcohol,
pre- and post-consumption.

That was the captain.

All the bikers in custody
have been checked out.

There's plenty
of scars and tattoos,

but no one's sporting
a map of Iceland.

So Nick Farris is probably
the one who shot Dunning.

I'm gonna try
to find his office.

No need, it's this way.

The rug is gone.

Dunning landed on
a rug when he was shot.

Hey, you guys already bag
a rug that was here?

The floor was clear
when we got here.

Likely the killer removed it

to eliminate blood
and gunshot residue.

I'll have Unis check all
the Dumpsters in the area.

I think I might know where
to find the missing Nick Farris.

This is a broken

kick-start lever to
an antique British motorcycle,

Triumph 650.

Well, on our way in,
I saw them

loading the bikes for impound.

Looked to me like
they were all Harleys.

15 of them.
One for each member of the gang,

including Nick Farris'.
I recognized his

from a photograph
that Dunning took of it.

So Nick Farris isn't here,
but his bike is?

Maybe he heard
about the raid,

got a different ride
out of town.

Or, if we're lucky,
he still intends to.

Tetrachloroethylene.

It's an oil used to remove
particularly stubborn bolts.

Judging by the fumes,

this was removed
in the last 48 hours.

So whatever bike that's from,
it still might be in the shop.

Only a handful
of mechanics

in the city service

antique British motorcycles.

Bike shops keep
notoriously lazy hours.

If we post police
at each of them,

we might get lucky
and catch Mr. Farris

as he picks up
his second ride.

I'll let the captain know.

(phone chimes)

Hey, are you okay
without me for a while?

Uh, I'm supposed to meet
with Fiona again.

I'll let you know
if the missing biker turns up.

WATSON:
This was published

in a trade magazine
a few years ago.

It reads like a puff piece,

but if you look at my research,

you'll see
that it is all true.

Greg Wakino is,
by all accounts,

a great guy.

Smart, patient,
a great leader.

He's also on the board
of two charities.

Phil was involved
in charities.

People called him
a great guy.

Well, he and Greg
are very different people.

And for what it's worth,

I get a really good feeling
from him.

That helps.

All of this helps.

Thank you.

Say, "You're welcome."

You're welcome.

I'd like you
to take something.

Old Possum's Book
of Practical Cats.

By Thomas Stearns Eliot.

He was also called "T.S."

1939.

This is a first edition.

Fiona, I can't take this.

This is too generous.

I wasn't clear, I'm sorry.

I'd like you
to take it to Sherlock.

It's his.
He loaned it to me.

He did?

The day the police
arrested Phil.

He knew I liked cats,

so he thought I might like poems
about them, too.

I didn't.

You don't have to tell him that.

I won't.

You got the wrong guy.

You are Nick Farris, right?

That was your Triumph 650

you were trying to pick up
at that garage?

I mean, I didn't do this.

GREGSON: Do us a favor,
show us your wrist.

Come again?

Your right wrist--
we want to take a look.

No mole.

What are you talking about?

We took down 14 of your buddies
last night at your clubhouse.

What I want to know is,
who did we miss?

Sounds like nobody.

Any bikers

from another chapter,

out-of-state guests,
female entertainment?

I already told you,
I wasn't there,

but my guys know the rules,

no guests.

Uh, you think
one of them did it,

only we already know,

none of them is a match
for our shooter.

Then I don't know
what to tell you.

You get that CCS has
your computer now, right?

They're like
the department's I.T. squad.

They're going to dig
through every nook and cranny.

Between that and all
the video Dunning got of you,

you're looking at 15 to 25.

GREGSON:
Help us find

the person who did this,
maybe the D.A.

offers you a deal.

Is something funny?

I was just thinking,

this is the first time
in my life,

me and the cops want
the same thing.

I don't know who did this,

but whoever he is,

he brought you guys
down on my head, so...

I hope you find him.

And I hope you put him
in my cell.

He and I have a lot
to talk about.

Hmm, that can not be good
for your eyes.

Mine eyes offend me.

They're missing something.

It's an unsettling sensation.

(sighs)

So, I got Marcus' text.

Farris isn't our shooter.

Obviously, one of the gang
let someone in last night.

They swear that they did not.

I believe them.

What, you think
someone broke in?

Leaving aside the fact that
the Brood's lair

is nigh impenetrable,
let's say they had.

What would be their agenda,
to steal from the gang?

As far as anyone can tell,
nothing was taken.

Maybe the shooting didn't have
anything to do with the gang.

Maybe Dunning had an enemy,
they followed him in...

And shot him twice
in a building occupied

by 15 heavily armed bikers?

I have to believe there were

easier times and places
to do the man in.

Has the rug turned up?

It has not.

The bikers in lockup swear

that they got rid of it
a week ago

when one of their hard-partying
crew named "Chainsaw,"

soiled it in
a most unpleasant way.

Obviously,
that is a lie, right?

Or Farris
replaced the rug.

Aren't you gonna ask me
how it went with Fiona?

How did it go with Fiona?

It went well.

Her boss seems like a nice guy.

She's decided
to stay at Pentillion.

(inhales)

You know, you could have
told me that you like her.

I beg your pardon?

You like her.

Yes, I like Fiona.

She's compulsively honest,

and she's congenitally
unpretentious.

And pretty.

What are you getting at?

You like her as in like like.

You're suggesting
a romantic interest,

and more specifically,
you're suggesting

a romantic interest
in the vernacular

of a prepubescent child.

This is the book you loaned her.

She wanted me to give
it back to you.

So?

So?

Hundreds of books in the house,
how many volumes of poetry?

Zero.

You bought if for her.

Bought it to lend it.

Right.

Do you mind?

No, I don't mind at all.

Oh, come on.

Why are you being

so weird about this?

I'm being weird.

Yes, you are.

You like someone,
that's amazing.

I like many women,

often two at at time,
you know that.

No, this is not about sex.

You really like her.

Stop using that word.

I'm sorry,
and I'm sorry that I teased you,

but I really do think
this is great.

I want to help.

Help?

I could talk to her,
feel her out.

See if the feeling is mutual.

Look, the book thing
didn't work out,

but maybe we could find
something that does.

(computer pings)

It's Detective Dunning's
autopsy report.

"Cause of death,
multiple gunshots."

Surprise, surprise.

What?

We need to go to
the morgue right away.

Do you want to tell me
what we're looking for?

Iceland.

Under "distinguishing marks,"

the medical examiner
listed a small mole.

It's location...

Detective Dunning's right wrist.

This doesn't make any sense.

It does, if you let it.

The man we saw
shoot Ryan Dunning,

was Ryan Dunning.

WATSON: Dunning and
an accomplice staged the video.

Dunning played the part
of the shooter,

while his partner
wore the camera.

Why?
HOLMES:
Well, we don't know yet.

Presumably, he intended
to survive the ruse

and merely fake his own death.

Maybe he was gonna leave us
a body we couldn't identify

or maybe the camera
was just gonna turn up.

Given his current residency
at the morgue,

it seems likely
that his co-conspirator

double-crossed him.

The real bullet wounds
were positioned to match

what we believe we saw.

At the very least,
this suggests an awareness

on the killer's part
that a video was being made.

All this over a mole.

Hell, it could be
a piece of dirt.

It isn't just the mole.

Once we realized
whose hand we were looking at,

we re-examined the video.

The shooter's legs
and lower body

are also a match for Dunning.

HOLMES:
Conversely,

we found that the person
wearing the camera

could not be Dunning.

The detective stood
at six-foot-two.

When I met him,

I measured his stride length

to be 34 inches.

Upon questioning
those details in the video,

I estimate the camera's wearer
to be about five-foot-seven,

with a step length of 30 inches,

also a slight favor
of the left leg.

GREGSON:
I know.

It's a lot to take in, Will.

A lot to take in?

It's unbelievable.

Why?

Why would he stage the video?

What did he stand to gain?

You told me that Dunning
had been pushing

for months to take
down that crew?

Staging his own murder
in Farris' office

made that happen.
HOLMES:
As for motive,

at this point,
we can only theorize.

Detective Dunning managed
to shoot this video

inside a veritable fortress.

Given those circumstances,

it seems likely he was in league

with one or more members
of the gang.

It's possible it was
a well-concealed mutiny.

Farris takes a big fall,

while his underlings
get slaps on the wrist.

They get out
long before he does,

and Dunning's partner
rises to the top.

There's another possibility,
too.

Dunning's last assignment
had him buying product

from the Mexicans.

Now they've stepped right
into the vacuum

and taken over Farris' corners.

Maybe,

Dunning got chummy
with one of them.

Maybe they coerced him
into doing this,

I-I don't know,

but I'll look into it,

and whatever the truth is,
we'll deal with it.

Who are you calling?

CCS.

Back when
Detective Dunning

was urging his captain
to raid the gang,

he insisted
that Farris' computer

held a wealth
of evidence against them.

Now, that might
have been a lie

to bait the captain
into action

or he might have been
telling the truth.

If it is true,

that computer has
all the details

of the gang's
activities and finances.

A good place to look for other
motives to break them up.

If you're asking if Dunning
was telling the truth

about the computer, he was.

It took some time
to break the encryption,

so I haven't been through
the whole machine yet,

but there's already plenty here,

and not just against Farris.

I'd say his suppliers
in the Midwest

have plenty to worry about, too.

What about money? Dunning
mentioned banking records.

Yes, Farris had accounts
in Switzerland,

and the Cayman Islands.

Would you be able to tell

if there was any activity
on these accounts

in the last 24 hours?

I checked.

Someone cleaned them out
late yesterday morning.

All together, about
five-and-a-half million dollars.

The transfers were
at around 11:30.

That was after the raid,

and before police
picked up Farris,

so it's possible he realized
we had his computer,

and moved the money
while he still could.

Or Dunning's accomplice

used the distraction
of a police raid

to help himself
to Farris' money.

(phone rings)

Excuse me a minute--
this is my captain.

You were right.

About?
About Fiona.

I am drawn to her.

You say that like
it's a bad thing.

It is a bad thing.
Why?

Well, let's say

I acted on my feelings.

and I, uh, engaged her.

Forged a relationship.

Do you think
that would end well for her?

Why are you assuming
it would end?

Oh, so she's my destiny now,
is she?

We're going to get married
and have children.

I'm just saying, you're worrying
about the breakup

when you haven't even
gone out on a date.

There's not going
to be a date.
Why not?

Because she's more sensitive
than the average woman.

She's easier
to hurt and confuse.

So, don't hurt her.
Don't confuse her.

I confuse everyone.

So, by not asking Fiona out,

you are protecting her from you.

That is ridiculous.

You make it sound like you
can't be in a relationship,

when you were, with Irene.

Oh, you mean Moriarty?

Whatever you want
to call her,

you loved her.

She broke your heart,
I get it,

but just because she did,

doesn't mean
that Fiona will, too.

(footsteps approaching)

TECH:
Sorry...

I have to go prep a deposition,

but you can keep all of this.

I'll let you know
if I find anything else.

Okay, thanks.

She has a nice butt, okay.

You don't have to stare at it.

Detective Hagen?

Sorry, our captain would
like a quick word.

It shouldn't take a moment.

Okay.

Thanks.

Captain's not even here.

How tall would you say
the detective was?

I don't know, five-seven?

Mm-hmm.

See how she favors
her left leg?

She has a step length
of approximately 30 inches,

or wouldn't you agree?

We've seen that gait before.

Detective Hagen was
Ryan Dunning's accomplice.

She plays the part

of Dunning in that video.

Why?

She has hips and breasts.

Putting her behind the camera
protects her identity.

Not to mention the fact that
in this conspiracy of two,

only Dunning could pass
for a member of the Brood.

This was about the computer.

This was always
about the computer.

Gaining access to it long enough
to decrypt its contents

and empty Nick Farris'
bank accounts.

Dunning spent months trying
to convince his captain

to execute a raid
on the gang's headquarters.

What would said raid
have accomplished?

It would put the computer
in Lisa Hagen's hands.

Precisely.

Only Captain Lombardi
refuses to act,

so the two detectives
concoct Plan B.

Fake Dunning's murder
to force the raid.

Same result.

Computer goes to Hagen.

Only this time,
she gets an added bonus,

doubling the value of her prize.

She kills Dunning,
keeps all the money for herself.

You're right.

Everything you're saying
fits perfectly.

Thank you.

Except for one thing,

none of it makes any sense.

Dunning shows up
at a heavily guarded building

with a second cop, a female cop,

which you would think
would stand out a little.

Somehow he sneaks

past a gauntlet of bikers

into the office,

where they stay long enough
to shoot a video,

with gunshots,
and then get out alive.

Have you forgotten about
the hours you spent trying

to figure out how to get Dunning
in there alone,

just to give him enough time
to copy files to a stick drive?

Oh, um, can you remind me,

which one of these is Dunning,
and which one is Hagen?

Oh, right,
it doesn't matter,

because they would both be dead.

According to Captain Lombardi,

Lisa Hagen and Ryan Dunning
worked together

on a previous assignment.

Perhaps they grew close.

Perhaps they grew very close.

Given the encryption
on Farris' computer,

Dunning would have known he'd
need an expert to mine its data.

Which brings us back
to my question,

which you still
haven't answered.

If Dunning could get
a computer expert in,

and with all that time,

why would he need
to get the computer out,

Why not just copy the files?

Perhaps Farris'
safeguards prevented one

from simply copying the files.

If so, getting the computer
out of the office

and into the police lab would
still have been necessary.

Okay, even if you're right,
which, I'm still not saying,

how are we going to prove it?

The bank transfers
are untraceable,

and Lisa's
had carte blanche

to that computer
for at least two days.

I mean, she would
have been smart enough

to get rid
of any digital track

she might have left.

Okay, now,

you might not need sleep,
but I do,

so please, get out of my room.

(doorbell buzzes)

I know it's late,
but I wanted to give Joan

a present for helping me.

Oh, come in.

Food is for new houses
or babies,

but this is pie,
which is for dessert.

Wine is
for dinner parties.

Flowers can be
lots of things,

I guess,
depending on the color.

These are yellow,
multi-purpose,

but not romantic.

She can pick
the gift she wants,

or have them all.

Is she here?

Uh, yes, she's just
turning in for the night,

but if you
give me a moment...

No, that's okay.

I don't want
to bother her.

And besides,

I also wanted to see you.

The day Phil was arrested,
you walked me home.

We talked...
and I liked it...

...talking to you.

Can we do it again?

It's pretty up here.

My apartment has
a nice view,

but nothing like this.

Watson tells me you're
about to start working

with Phil Balsam's
replacement.

Uh, next week.

His name is Greg Wakino.

I, uh, I wrote him
an e-mail today.

I explained
that I'm neuro-atypical.

Told him

what it's like
to work with me,

what I need from him,
and what he can expect.

That way when we meet,
it'll be easier.

I'm sure
he appreciated that.

It's hard for me, talking,

not picking up on the things
that other people do.

The uh, the signals...

...like now.

I can't tell if you're,
if you're happy to see me, or...

I'm very happy to see you.

Would you like to kiss me?

Asking 'cause I'd like you to.

Um, Fiona...

I've been, uh,
thinking about you.

Spending time with you that day,

I enjoyed it.

That doesn't happen very often.

Also, you're very handsome,

and you smell nice.

A lot of people don't.

(phone chimes)

Was that your phone?

Uh, yes it was.

Strange that you're
not checking it, isn't it?

It's a colleague,
he wants me to call him.

I'll go now.

You don't have to.

I should.

This was hard, coming here,

saying these things.

I'm glad I did,
but I'd like to stop now.

Sherlock!

What the hell is all this?

You're confused.

You're wondering
how I managed to move you

and your bed to the media room
without waking you.

A little.
I didn't move you.

Wh-- are you saying
someone else did?

After you turned in last night,
Marcus informed me

that the missing rug
had been found.

The one from the video?

The police traced it
from the gang's Dumpster

to a landfill.

It had been soiled
in precisely the way

the bikers said it would be.

So?

So, it was not soiled

in the staged video.

What does this have to do
with you

moving my bed in here?

As I said, I didn't move you.

Look out the window,
you'll see you're still

squarely on the second floor.

This is my bedroom.

So, you moved all
this stuff down here

to make me think
I was in the media room.

Now you know why the two rugs

don't look the same.

One of them
is the genuine article...

And the other's a prop.

So Dunning and Hagen
built an exact replica

of this office someplace else.

That's where they
shot the video.

I'd very much like to find it,
wouldn't you?

You don't have to carry that.

I'm a big detective.

Oh, no, it's my pleasure.

So glad we ran
into each other,

it gives me a chance
to tell you

how useful
our previous meeting was.

Oh, glad to hear it.

I think that's everything
off Farris' computer now,

so I can give you
a more thorough report.

How was your deposition?

Uh, rescheduled for next week.

I just have to ask,

the bits and pieces
we get from the sidelines,

it's like trying to put
a jigsaw puzzle together

with half the set.

Good practice, by the way,
if you haven't tried it.

Um, I-I heard Dunning
faked his own murder

to get to the bank accounts,

but then his accomplice
really killed him?

That's our understanding.

We should know
more soon, yeah.

Oh, we're in here today.

Would you mind?

Detective, have a seat.

(clears throat)

Detective Hagen.

This is Detective Riba,
your union delegate.

We know you did it, Lisa.

HOLMES:
I confess,

we were stumped
for quite some time,

trying to work out how you
and Detective Dunning

shot that video.

Then we realized
it was more a question

of where you shot it.

Once we understood
that you had created

a facsimile
of Nick Farris' office,

it was just a matter
of locating it.

WATSON:
Your grandparents were in

the antiques business
up in Tarrytown.

We saw that your family
still owns a warehouse up there.

We searched it this morning,

and found what's left
of your set.

HOLMES:
You dressed it perfectly.

Meticulously matching
every detail.

Paneled walls,

desk, girlie calendar...

the rug.

At some point
after you were done,

you shot Dunning
in the back for real.

You were careful to use
the same angles

as you did in the video,
so they would match,

including the final shot
to the head.

HOLMES:
You did your best

to scrub everything down.

Burned what you
couldn't wash away.

But that's the difference
between a fake crime scene

and a real one.

Evidence always
sticks around.

We didn't have to invite

your union delegate
for this conversation.

We could have ambushed you,

like you ambushed
Detective Dunning.

But in the end,

we decided
to treat you with respect,

like a cop.

HOLMES: Really, the only
things we don't know,

and-and this might offer you
some small saving grace,

is who's idea it was
in the first place,

and when the plan changed,

leading to
Detective Dunning's death.

WATSON: Maybe he got
violent with you,

and maybe you realized
he was gonna

double-cross you,
so you killed him first.

If there's anything
you want to tell us

to make this go easier,
now's your chance.

(doorbell rings)

I was hoping we might resume our
conversation from last night.

Come in.

♪ Hey, hey, take me,
I'm yours... ♪

I've had boyfriends before.

I, myself, have not.

Perhaps I just haven't met
the right guy.

I thought maybe you
were wondering...

if...

I don't know--
sometimes people are surprised.

You're a remarkable woman.

I assumed I was not
the first person to notice that.

I'm different, too,
from other women you've dated,

or other women you could date.

It takes a little
more work with me.

A little more time.

I know that
because I've heard it

from both
my previous boyfriends.

They were NT, neuro-typical.

Personally, I abhor the typical.

♪ Hey, hey, baby... ♪

Does the offer
to kiss you still stand?

No.

I mean it does,

just not right now.

♪ Oh, let me in... ♪

I'm a little afraid.

♪ Hey, hey, baby... ♪

I'm a little afraid, too.

Would you like to get
some coffee with me?

I'd be delighted.