Elementary (2012–…): Season 4, Episode 15 - Up to Heaven and Down to Hell - full transcript

Fascinating so far.

It is.

I was being sarcastic.
I'm aware.

How much longer
is this gonna take?

Couple more hours
should do it.

As I expected,
the rats, maggots

and other scavengers
in this park have shown

little interest
in methamphetamine-tainted meat.

Which goes to support
my belief

that six years ago,
in the murder of Jarrod Ochoa,

a known meth addict,
the medical examiner

grossly miscalculated
the time of death.

And we couldn't have
done this closer to home?

In pursuit of the most
accurate data, Watson.

Pork most closely
resembles human flesh.

And Mr. Ochoa was found
on this very spot.

You'd be surprised at
the specificity of insects

depending on where
you are in this city.

You know,
there's a species of ant

which has been found to exist

only within a ten-block stretch
of the Upper West Side.

The ManhattAnt.

I did not make that up.

This lovely conversation
notwithstanding,

I'm starving.

There's a restaurant
not far from here

that got good reviews--
I'm gonna get us some food.

Anything other than...

Pork. Yeah, I figured.

Mm. Say it again?

San Gimignano.

San...

Gimi...
Gimignano.

Gimignano. Hmm.

It's a little medieval town
on a hill in Tuscany.

It has stone arches and towers,
the whole deal.

Mm.

It's supposed to be
the best gelato in the world.

You ever been there?

Mm-mm.

Good. We can go together.

Something wrong?

I'm just tired.

All right. I'll get the check.

Captain Gregson!

Joan!

What are you doing here?

Uh, Sherlock and I are
staking out a... a steak.

Well, it's kind of a long story,
but I came to get us some food.

Oh. Well, th-th...
um, this is Paige.

Paige, this is Joan.
Hi.

Hi.

She's, um, she's a doctor.

Oh, what kind of doctor?

A surgeon.

Uh, I helped
the captain's friend out once.

Mm. Yeah.

Well, anyway,
good seeing you.

Uh, it was nice to meet you.

Likewise.

Hey!

What are you, blind?

I was backing in.

Sorry, man. I got here first.

Get out of the way!
I was pulling in!

Hey, you better move
this damn car

before I move it
for you!

Dude, you're gonna give yourself
a heart attack.

Hey, move your ass!

And you should really

get your car out of traffic.

All right.

You think this is funny?

Come on, man, move it!

Oh, my God.
Oh, my God, did you see that?

I'm calling 911.
She just...

she just fell
out of nowhere.

♪ Elementary 4x15 ♪
Up to Heaven and Down to Hell
Original Air Date on March 3, 2016

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@elder_man

Don't know what you think
you're gonna find over there.

It's not a mystery
what happened to him.

The woman on this table
fell on the guy on that table.

The absence of mystery does not
mean there's nothing to learn.

How often does one get
to examine the effects

of one human body
crushing another?

But if I'm interfering
with your work...

Knock yourself out.

I think this belongs
on your table.

The extensive pitting
of the enamel

and the wearing of the crown

indicate it's from a
person of advanced age.

And, of course, uh...

her lipstick.

This one's Rosalyn Graham, 76.

That's Jason Leary, 28.

The report's over here,
if you want to take a look.

It said on the news
that she fell

from her tenth floor balcony.

Suicide, is it?
Cops thought

either that or an accident.

She'd been showing signs
of dementia, so it's possible

she got confused and fell.

I won't have an opinion of
my own till after the autopsy.

Her neighbors
report seeing her

wandering on numerous occasions,
lost in her own building.

Also found an ottoman placed
against the railing

of her balcony as if
she'd used it to climb.

I doubt this woman's moved

anything heavier than a teacup
in years.

Judging from
the degenerative damage

to the hands and feet,
I'd say she had...

severe arthritis, wouldn't you?

I'd need
a medical history

to be sure, but, uh...

Yeah, looks that way.
I think she'd have

a hard time opening
a refrigerator door,

let alone moving that ottoman
onto her balcony.

You think someone else
put it there?

I think you
should just,

you know... delay your report

until I've had
a look at the scene.

You know...

if she was murdered,

then Mr. Leary becomes
a homicide, too.

And to think,
a moment ago

you were calling
this case boring.

I think Mrs. Graham might not
just be a murder victim,

she might be
a murder weapon as well.

Someone call for a doctor?

Close the door, will you?

Um, about last night...

It's okay,
you don't have to explain.

It's none of my business.

Sit down.

Me... and Paige.

We go back a ways.

We started seeing each other
about a year ago,

but she wanted to keep it quiet
for my sake.

What do you mean?

She used to be a detective
in the 7-4.

One night about ten years ago,

her team searched the home
of a known drug dealer.

Some of the cash

they recovered never
made it back to the precinct.

Oh.

She went with the flow.
She took her cut.

And not to make excuses,
but, uh...

at the time,
she felt like she didn't have

any choice.

They all got caught.

She cooperated--
she was never charged--

but as part of the deal,
she put in her papers.

And she thinks if other cops
knew about your relationship,

it would reflect poorly on you.

So...

when I called you "Doctor"
last night...

You were trying to hide the fact
that we work together.

Yeah.

Honestly, uh, I thought
she was over this months ago,

the hang-ups, the worries,
and... all of a sudden,

out of the blue,
couple of months ago,

it became this... thing again.

She could tell

something was up.

So when I told her
who you really were...

She broke up with you?

For my "own good."

Wow. That's terrible.

It was nice.

Having someone again.

The super said
Mrs. Graham owns the building.

Rest of the units
are rentals.

So she had three adult children.

They're being notified.

Husband's dead, though;
she lived alone.

Not entirely alone.

Oh. Shih Tzu,

if I'm not mistaken.

There was a dog.

Says here somebody picked it up.

Maybe one of her kids?

Hmm.

The dog was well cared for,

based on
the lavender-scented shampoo.

Interesting that a woman

with dementia could care
so attentively for a pet.

Why do old people
always have that smell?

Uh, it's a buildup of a compound
called 2-nonenal in their sweat.

Which is also responsible

for the cardboard taste
of stale beer.

I found her arthritis meds.

My mom's on the same stuff.
It's strong.

I'd say you're
probably right

about Mrs. Graham
not moving that ottoman.

Well, whoever did move it
did so quite recently.

It rained yesterday morning;

it shows no sign of exposure
to the elements.

Hmm.

Pretty sure these tablets
should be pink.

These are yellow.

Switching an addled
woman's medication

would be an ideal way
to incapacitate her,

making it much easier
to hurl her from a balcony.

Which makes
the next question,

who else was up here?

Building doesn't
have cameras,

and the tenants say
they didn't see anyone.

Well, lucky for us, then,
that whoever moved it

might have left us
a sample of their DNA.

I'll get CSU up here.

Hey, I got your text.

So we're looking for someone who
threw an old lady off a balcony?

Blood on the underside
of the ottoman

has been submitted
for DNA analysis.

It could be a while
before we have those results.

Marcus and I were, however,

able to identify
the mysterious pills

found in place of Mrs. Graham's
arthritis medicine.

Clonazepam.

That's used
to treat seizures

and anxiety disorders.
That's pretty heavy stuff

to be taking by mistake.

Would you say its misuse

could cause someone
to appear confused,

disoriented, forgetful?

Absolutely.

And might those symptoms
be mistaken for dementia?

You think that's
what the killer wanted.

Mrs. Graham had no prior history

of either senility
or depression.

Inducing signs of dementia
in recent weeks could have

set the stage for the tale
we were all meant to believe--

that in her confused state,

she wandered off her balcony
to her tragic end.

So you think it was someone
who had access to her meds.

Plus, you said she had money.

Did she have children?

Three. Her 50-year-old son Alan,

a physician,

is the only one
who lives locally.

He's also proven difficult
to reach. He's not at home

or his office. Not answering
any of his phones.

You're welcome to sit in
on the interrogation

when the police find him.
Unless, of course,

you prefer to continue
cyberstalking

the captain's paramour.

You witnessed their secret tryst
last night, he invited you

to the precinct to discuss,
and now you're reading up

on a defrocked female cop.

When the captain confided
in you this morning,

did he ask you to pry into

the affairs
of once-Detective Cowan?

I'm not prying.
Obviously.

She didn't want anyone to know
about their relationship.

I bumped into them,
she broke up with him.

That's unfortunate,
but it's hardly your fault.

I know. I thought
I would reach out to her,

let her know
I can keep a secret.

The newly-orphaned
Dr. Graham has

turned himself
in voluntarily.

In the company of an attorney.

This has all gotten
horribly out of hand.

Yes, I replaced my mother's
arthritis medication,

but I never meant
for her to die.

So you thought she would just
float to the sidewalk?

What? No.

What are you talking about?

We know she didn't go over
that balcony on her own.

She had help.

Are you saying that...

She was my mother.

Dr. Graham, we were
under the impression

you were here to confess.

To switching her meds.

I just wanted her
to seem out of it.

I did-didn't kill her.

We were
under the impression

you thought she fell.

Oh, my God. I was thinking
this was all my fault.

Are you telling me
she was murdered?

You said you wanted your mother
to appear disoriented. Why?

A few months ago
she rewrote the will.

She told us at Thanksgiving
she was cutting us out,

said we were
a bunch of spoiled ingrates

who cared more
about her money than about her.

So far, I'm inclined to agree.

I visited her every week.
I brought her her groceries,

made sure she was all right.
I earned my share of that money.

And you thought
if she showed signs

of dementia, you could
have her ruled incompetent

and have the will thrown out.

That's why you gave her
the Clonazepam.

The hearing was gonna be
in a few weeks.

I don't say this
very often,

but your lawyer
should tell you to talk less.

You just copped to a motive.

Actually, from where
I'm sitting,

he just proved
he didn't have a motive.

Because if she dies

prior to the competency hearing,

the present will stands
and he and his siblings

won't see a penny unless they
successfully contest it.

So who benefits most
from the will now?

Maybe we should be
talking to them.

Mom left the entire estate
in trust to Eustacia Vye.

You can try

talking to her,
but you won't get much back.

Eustacia Vye?

That a friend of hers?

Her best friend.

As in "man's best friend."

Eustacia Vye is Ms. Graham's
prize-winning Shih Tzu.

We can rule her out
as the killer.

Rosalyn was
a tough old broad.

You know, a lot of guys at the
firm didn't like her, but I did.

We understood each other.

I know it's morbid,
but the first thing

I thought when I found
out she died was, "Well,

she always said she'd leave
that place feet first."

Did she?

I'm sorry, what do you mean?

When you dropped her,

which way was she pointing?

Um, wait a minute,
I-I thought she fell.

I'm sorry, are you saying

you think someone killed her?

You think that I--?

You were her lawyer.

When she rewrote her will,

she named you as trustee
of her estate.

That means you're
in control of her assets

including her building--

Where, according
to her explicit instructions,

you are now to reside
with Eustacia Vye,

ensuring she lives out
the remainder of her days

in the surroundings

and lifestyle
to which she's accustomed.

You must be looking forward
to moving day.

It's not often
the dog house is a step up.

Wow, do you have it wrong.

Really? You were just telling us
what kindred spirits you were.

Maybe you sweet-talked her
into changing her will.

We were "kindred spirits"

because she was a hard ass.

No one ever sweet-talked
that woman into anything.

No, she changed her will
to give her kids the finger.

I tried to talk her out of it.

If she was so obstinate,
why bother?

Those were her wishes.
You were her lawyer.

Why argue against them?

Because I've seen the way
these things go.

When Leona Helmsley died,

she left $12 million to her dog.

You think her heirs
didn't fight that?

It took years
to sort out.

Ate up half the estate
in legal bills.

And the same thing's
gonna happen here.

Her kids have already put
a freeze on her accounts.

Look.

I didn't go to law school
to run a doggy daycare.

Okay?

I'm not staying in New York
much longer anyway.

I just accepted an offer from a
firm in Chicago a few weeks ago.

Feel free to confirm that
with my bosses.

Some other associate can live

with Miss Eustacia.

Unless...

either of you wants it?

Hi.

Oh.

It's Joan, right?

Yeah.

Uh, the captain didn't send me,

in case you were wondering.

He told you we had it out.

He told me that you were worried

that you were gonna
hurt his career.

That's right.

Look, you made a mistake
ten years ago,

and you paid for it.

You really don't think
other cops

are gonna see it
the same way he does?

You consult for him, right?

I'm not a cop,
if that's what you're asking.

Well, uh, y-you know,

you coming here,
it's very sweet,

but you're talking about
something you don't understand.

Then please
explain it to me.

I've worked for the captain
for a long time.

He stuck his neck out
for me and my partner

more times than I can count.

If he says he can
take the heat for you,

he will.

I'm surprised you don't know
that about him already.

Unless there's some other reason
you're calling it quits.

I'd like you to leave now.

He's one of the best guys
that I know.

Whatever it is,
you should tell him the truth.

Nice place.

Making an offer?

No need.

It's already in the family.

One of Father's
investment properties.

I can just imagine him
standing here going,

"Need it, need it,
got it, got it, need it."

Want to tell me what
we're doing here?

and what it has to do
with a lovechild

of a toilet and a corkscrew.
Hmm.

We're due at an
appointment quite soon,

and I thought biding
my time up here

would help put me in the mind
of Rosalyn Graham's killer.

Okay.

I have a new
theory of motive.

Visited the law firm
of Rosalyn Graham's attorney.

They confirmed everything
he told Marcus and me.

In the short term,
at least, no one can profit

from her estate.

It will be embroiled
in a legal quagmire for years.

Included in that quagmire is
a deal she was about to make

involving an old friend
of ours, William Hull.

The real estate mogul?

Yes. That...

is Rosalyn's building there.

And this

is Hull's latest monstrosity.

Scheduled for construction
at the end of her block.

So, Rosalyn was gonna
sell Hull her building?

Not the building.

The air above it.

Every building in the city

comes with a finite
amount of air rights,

limiting the space
that one can build up, hmm?

It's to stop the city
growing out of control.

Overcrowding the streets.

Public services.

But a developer can buy
another building's air rights.

So long as that owner
promises never to use them.

So Hull needed
Rosalyn's air rights.

Not just hers-- those of every
other building on the block.

You acquire this one,
this one, this one.

Pretty soon, huh,
got yourself a skyscraper.

Only now that Rosalyn's
estate is tied up,

Hull can't acquire her rights.

And since the law requires
that air rights

only be sold
across adjacent lots,

the loss of her rights
means he'll never be able

to get the rest of the block's.

So his project is
essentially a nonstarter.

Dead before they even
break ground.

You think whoever killed Rosalyn

did it to stop Hull's project
from moving forward.

I'd like to ask Mr. Hull

about his thoughts
on the matter,

who's behind it.

Great, well, you let me know
as soon as you know.

Yeah.

Mr. Hull?

Don't tell me.
I'm excellent with faces.

The detectives.

Sherlock Holmes,
Joan Watson.

You did some work for me
on a casino deal.

Not how we'd characterize it.

We know you're having
a tough day

with Rosalyn Graham's murder.

We just wanted a few minutes
of your time.

I remember now.

You as much as accused me
of being a killer.

Today I don't have time.

You misunderstand.

We believe that Rosalyn Graham
was murdered

specifically to hinder
your project.

So as much as it pains me
to say it,

we're on the same side.

Your design, is it?

It is.

Straight lines hurt you
as a child?

Everyone's a critic.

Reception's been harsh, has it?

Polarizing.

People love it or hate it.

But, uh, it's got them talking.

No one killed anyone
over this design.

You have a particular enemy
in mind?

Off the top of my head?

Other developers
that wanted the lot.

A steel company
I didn't hire once.

- Any of my ex-wives.
- So, what is

your next step?
Is the building definitely dead?

That's what today's meeting
was to discuss.

Maybe we can get the rights
another way.

Maybe we can find
an alternative site.

Maybe I cut a deal
with the city to give me

the rights if I offer to build
an opera house uptown.

The project is
that important to you, is it?

What are you leaving behind,
Mr. Holmes?

I build the future.

Long after we're gone, people
will look around out there,

and they'll see me.

And this one...

this one is a legacy-maker.

For Busquet

and for me.
There's a note here

that says
a copy of this letter was sent

to building security.
Can I ask why?

It's from an organization
called Save the West Side.

We had an incident
outside on the street.

Save the West Side was
protesting, and their leader

hit one of my employees
with a picket sign.

Charges weren't pressed,

but after that, we just sent
everything we ever got from them

to security.

"Your building
is a modernist nightmare."

Mmm. "A blight that must be
stopped at all costs."

You didn't think threats
from a violent protestor

merited mention?

Honestly, I forgot about it.

Run-ins with neighborhood groups
always come up

during a project
like this.

They just don't want another
Starbucks on their corner.

So you say the incident involved
the man that wrote this letter?

The group's leader,
Derek O'Neal.

According
to Mr. O'Neal's address here,

your building would have
completely obstructed

his Central Park view.

You're the real estate expert.

How much
would the loss of his view

affect the value
of his property?

A million dollars?

That might've meant more to him
than a new Starbucks.

Hello. Excuse me.

Uh, we're looking

for Save the West Side.
This is the right place, yes?

Not anymore. We're done.

You want to look at the space,
talk to the building manager.

Fourth floor.

Rosalyn's death sticks a fork
in Hull's building,

and these guys
call it a day?

Either news travels fast or,
uh, we're on the right track.

Can I help you
with something?

We're not here
for the space.

We're consultants
with the NYPD.

What makes you think
that William Hull

is pulling the plug
on his development?

What did you say?

Well, no
announcement's been made

in the news yet, and here
you are, closing your doors.

We're-we're just curious
how you found out.

Hull's not putting up
the building?

It's not looking good.
Are you telling us

that you didn't know?

No.

Are you saying that we won?

Could you tell us where
we could find Derek O'Neal?

He's the head
of the group, right?

You say you're with the police?

You don't know?

Derek is the reason
we're shutting down.

He was this group.

The rest of us
didn't have the heart to go on.

There was a break-in here
last Friday night.

He was stabbed to death.

Right over there.

Well, now, we're sorry
for the intrusion.

Condolences on your loss.

If that's Derek O'Neal's blood,
there's no way

he could have killed
Rosalyn Graham.

Because somebody killed him
five days ago.

Derek O'Neal was out
with friends when he realized

He left his phone at the office.
He went back.

Members of his group
found him the next morning,

stab wound to the chest,

few thousand dollars worth
of computers gone,

so detectives
who caught it thought

it was a robbery gone wrong.

We think it was
less random than that.

CSU found a size-11 shoe print
on the office carpet.

Didn't belong to anyone
in the group.

Police were not able
to identify the tread.

But I was.

The shape of the heal
is unique to Luzzattos,

an Italian dress shoe
that retails for $500.

So unless the thief robbed
an investment banker

on his way to kill O'Neal...

You think his murder
had something to do

with Hull's building?

O'Neal was the project's
most vocal opponent.

Between the timing and the shoe,
seems an unlikely coincidence.

Do we think
there's any connection

between his murder
and Rosalyn Graham's?

They both had ties
to the building

that was supposed to go up.

But on the surface, the murders
have opposing motives.

Rosalyn's murder will in all
likelihood doom the project,

which is exactly
what O'Neal wanted.

A single theory
to explain both homicides

has yet to present itself.

Could be we're looking
at two killers.

Some kind of turf war.

Hull's side kills an activist,

so the activists kill
his building.

Throwing Mrs. Graham
from her balcony seems

too circuitous a route
for revenge.

Then keep it simple.

O'Neal was trying to stop
William Hull's building.

Anyone check Hull's shoe size?

No, but I will.

I was gonna take some guys
up to his office,

interview his team.

Watson and I will keep
our focus

on Rosalyn's murder.

As evidenced
by the hate mail we took

from Busquet's office,

the building had
no shortage of detractors.

We can also check the city
council minutes, public records,

see if anyone else
spoke out against it.

Well, let me know what you find.

So when you said that
"we" would look through

all this stuff
from the city,

what you really meant...
was me.

I was just speaking
with a friend

who's an engineer
at the Department of Buildings.

He said they might be aware
of additional complaints

against Hull's
would-be building.

Because what we need is more
paperwork to look through.

Oh, did you know
that in a building

without fire sprinklers,

the maximum travel distance to
stairwells needs to be 150 feet,

but in a building with
sprinklers, it can be 200?

Well, it seems rude
to make evacuees run

an additional 50 feet
whilst also getting wet,

but I assume
that's not your point.

My point is I'm gonna
tear my hair out.

It's a capital mistake
to theorize before one has data.

You know that.

Speaking of data,
what did you learn

when you went to visit
the captain's lover yesterday?

Not a damn thing.

Told you you should
leave it alone.

She did not break up with him

'cause she was concerned
about tarnishing his reputation.

There's something more.

I thought you said there
wasn't any additional data.

There isn't, but I could just
tell there was something more.

Have you shared those insights
with the captain?

I wouldn't even know
what to say to him.

"She lied about why
she broke up with you."

How's it gonna help him?

This is weird.

Derek O'Neal spoke
at a city council meeting

a few months ago.

He brought up problems
in an environmental study

that Hull's team did
on that site.

So?

So how did they get that study?

It was internal.

Stuff like that doesn't get
submitted to the city

until much later;
trust me, I've read a lot

about how buildings get approved
in the last hour.

Um...

I remember reading
an interview.

Yes, this is from an interview
he gave. Right here.

He quotes an e-mail from Hull
saying that he didn't care

about a park
they would have to bulldoze.

You think there was a mole
inside Hull's organization

who was secretly feeding
information to O'Neal?

It would explain
why the killer stole

the computers
from O'Neal's office.

O'Neal got his hands
on incriminating evidence,

and the killer had
to get it back.

Several people
at "Save the West Side"

said they saw Derek meet up
with someone they didn't know.

The description was enough
to I.D. the person.

He worked as a filing clerk here
until you fired him last week.

His name is Austin Reem.

Mr. Reem
admitted to us

he'd been selling inside
information to Derek O'Neal.

He said you
personally caught him

copying files
after hours one night.

Your lawyers
threatened him,

forced him
to reveal O'Neal's name

and sign a gag order.

Then they had him
clear out his desk.

That was Thursday, one day
before O'Neal was killed.

This is ridiculous.

You think I killed this guy
O'Neal over a few files?

They would have become
public record anyway

in a matter of weeks.

Yes, I fired Reem.

I found a spy in my office,
and I plugged a leak.

How is any of that
motive for murder?

Well, it depends
what was in the files.

Perhaps it
contained evidence

that you bribed
a public official.

Perhaps you were cutting corners
on safety codes.

We don't think
O'Neal knew what he had,

or he would have
used it against you.

Whatever it was,
we're guessing

you couldn't just
leave it out in the world.

The information in those files,
it was nuisance stuff.

Do we skate the legal edge
now and then?

Of course we do, everyone does.

It's the only way
to get things done.

But there was nothing in there
that broke the law

and certainly nothing even
remotely worth killing over.

Then I'm sure
you won't mind,

uh, sharing those
leaked files with us.

Mr. Reem provided a list,
if that helps.

No.

Those files contain

proprietary
and confidential information.

The studies this firm does,
my designs,

whether you like them or not,

they're what we make here,
and they have monetary value.

You want those,
come back with a warrant.

Getting a warrant
won't be easy.

Right now, all we know is that
some computers were stolen

that may have some
of his files.

That's pretty thin.

We know one more
thing than that.

We know that
at some point at least,

he owned a pair
of size-11 Luzzattos.

He might have got rid
of them already,

but, uh, his credit card
statements might help.

I'll take this to the captain,
see what he thinks.

My friend at
the Department of Buildings

has important information to share.

Well, you go ahead.

I've heard enough
about zoning laws

to last a lifetime.

What are you doing here?

Way to make a girl
feel welcome.

I'm sorry,

but this is literally the last
place I thought I'd see you.

Do you want, uh...

do you want some water
or coffee?

I'm fine.

Um...

The other night,
I wasn't being honest with you.

I told you I thought
my past could hurt you,

but there's more
to it than that,

and you deserve to hear it.

Am I about to get

the "It's not you,
it's me" speech?

It is me.

Your friend Joan
stopped by the shop, and...

she knew I was hiding something.

What are you talking about?

I have MS.

I was diagnosed
two months ago,

and I didn't know
how to tell you, so...

I haven't been worried about
what I'll do to your career.

I've been worried

about what I'll do
to the rest of your life.

Paige.

It's very early.

But so are we.

Eventually, this disease
is gonna get ugly.

And I was using the job
as an excuse because...

you're a good man.

And you don't deserve
to be stuck with what's coming.

So...

that's it.

I don't get a say in this?

No.

Good-bye, Tommy.

Watson?!

What's all this?

Illumination, Watson.

It is if you put it
in the fireplace.

These materials represent

a fundamental shift
in our perception

of the case.
So you got

all this from your friend
at the Department of Buildings?

Some of it.

His important news was

that William Hull put out
a press release earlier today.

The magnate has got his wish.

They found a way to move
forward with the project.

How? They settled
the air rights problem?

No. They went around it.

Or, more accurately, under it.

This is the image

which accompanied
today's announcement.

It's shorter.

23 stories shorter.

The original is 63,
this one is 40.

So they used the air rights

they could get
to build a shorter building,

and they already
have completed plans?

That seems fast.

Wait. These are not plans
for the new building.

These are plans for the building
Busquet's office is in.

It's too early to have details
on the new design.

The decision
is literally hours old.

These, however,
were on file with the city,

and my contact
graciously supplied them.

These are the files

that were leaked
to Derek O'Neal's office.

So you got the plans

to Busquet's building,
and used them

to break into his office

so that you could
resteal the plans

to Hull's building
that were leaked.

Succinctly put.

You know you can't use
any of this as evidence.

I know, but if I'm right,
I won't have to.

Because?

Theory of the crimes
has been wrong all along.

We've been thinking

that Derek O'Neal was killed
to protect the building

and that Rosalyn Graham
was killed to block it.

I now believe that both murders

were the work
of the same killer,

who intended to shrink it.

I was told the captain of
Major Crimes needed to see me.

Yes, he's gonna join us
in a little while,

but for now, we wanted
to keep things informal.

Do I need an attorney present?

Are you a criminal?

You're hard to read.

You'd make a good negotiator.

You've got five minutes.

You remember
the Mars Orbital mishap of 1999?

Where the satellite
burned up

upon contact
with the Martian atmosphere?

Am I somehow
responsible for that?

All caused by
a small mathematical error.

One computer was using
American units,

the rest were using metric.

The point is,
small miscalculations

can have big consequences.

In this case, two murders.

Three, if you count Jason Leary,

the man
that Rosalyn Graham fell on.

An acquaintance of ours

looked over the plans
for your building.

He found that your architect,
Mr. Busquet--

or, perhaps,
someone in his team--

made an error
in their wind calculations.

In short, at 63 stories,

the building would've been
structurally unsound.

Anything stronger
than a stiff breeze,

and it would've come
tumbling down.

And you're saying that you think
Busquet knew about this?

We think
he discovered the mistake,

but by then, things were
too far along to pull the plug.

And you yourself called
this building a "legacy maker."

Busquet's been heaped
with praise,

from which he's already lined up

several more high-profile jobs:
Dubai, Tokyo, Sydney.

All of those
would've gone away

if he'd come clean.

So, instead, he found
a way to make sure

the building could
only be 40 stories

without reflecting poorly
on him.

So he killed Rosalyn Graham
to tie up her estate--

and air rights--
in legal battles.

Derek O'Neal's murder
was likely not planned.

The evidence suggests
that Busquet

broke into the offices
of Save the West Side

to retrieve the leaked
documents, lest his error

be discovered one day.

O'Neal walked in on that,
sealing his fate.

I swear, I had no idea.

Yeah, well, your reputation

for litigation precedes you.

Had Busquet ever told you
about his cock-up,

you'd have sued him blind.

So then why I am I here?

Why not just arrest Busquet?

Because we need your help.

The police have a sample

of what we think
is the killer's blood.

With a warrant,
we can compel Busquet

to provide a DNA sample.

The problem is, everything we
just told you was from us seeing

a report that was
not acquired in a way

that would stand up in court.

That's why our captain
isn't in the room yet.

Now, from here,

things can proceed in two ways.

We could find another way
to arrest Busquet.

And, I mean, you know us
well enough by now.

We'd eventually
be able to do that.

But in that scenario,

who knows how the court
of public opinion

is going
to judge you?

I mean, we don't think
you're involved.

Press might see it differently.

And in the other scenario?

You "give" us all the materials
you see here before you,

which, as the
property developer,

you rightfully own.

Then we invite the captain in,

the police get
their search warrant

and then they arrest Busquet
as the killer.

Your building is gonna be
40 stories either way.

This way,
you'll be the hero.

I understand you're
considering running for office.

So which scenario
do you think's better?

Hi.

Got my message.
Yeah.

I'm guessing
it's not a coincidence

you asked to meet at a place
across from Paige's shop.

She told you
that I went to see her.

Look...

No, no, no, no, no, no.
This isn't...

I'm not mad about that.

It has nothing to do with that.

Sit down.

♪ Let 'em turn into a river ♪

♪ And carry you away... ♪

She's out getting her lunch,
but when she gets back,

I'm gonna talk to her.

But I wanted to
talk to you first.

♪ Brother, don't be afraid... ♪
Okay.

She has MS.

That's why she was
pushing me away.

She wanted to...

spare me.

You know?

It's early now,
but, you know.

I've been reading up,
mostly on the Internet,

about the timeline, uh,

you know,
when things happen,

how bad it gets, uh...

It gets bad.

♪ Let the silver voices
guide you... ♪

My first thought--
and I mean my first thought--

is "I don't care.

I love her;
I want to be with her."

But then...

♪ Ooh ooh ooh-ooh ooh ooh... ♪

You know, I realize with
something like this, you know...

This isn't like that.

Doesn't count unless you go in
with your eyes wide open.

So I wanted to

talk through it first,
you know?

With a...

doctor.

And a friend.

See if there's, uh,

anything this stuff
isn't telling me.

Well, I doubt
there's anything I can tell you

that you haven't already read.

♪ Till you reach
the other side... ♪

MS. is... cruel.

The progression is gonna
be tough on her and you.

It could take years...

or months.

And once the disease
really takes hold,

she's gonna need a lot of help.

Well...

she's worth it.

♪ Don't close your eyes... ♪

The one thing the literature
probably doesn't mention

is that you're not gonna
go through it alone.

Your friends are gonna
be there for you.

♪ I'm here in the fire... ♪

Mmm.

♪ Like a match to the sky... ♪

Oh. She's back early.

♪ Lightin' up the night
for you... ♪

Oh...

Well, wish me luck.

♪ Ooh ooh ooh-ooh ooh ooh... ♪

All of it.

♪ Ooh ooh ooh-ooh ooh ooh ♪

♪ I'll see you
on the other side ♪

♪ Ooh ooh-ooh ooh ooh ooh ♪

♪ I'll see you
on the other side ♪

♪ Ooh ooh ooh-ooh ooh ooh ooh ♪

♪ Ooh ooh ooh-ooh ooh ooh ♪

♪ I'll see you
on the other side ♪

♪ Ooh ooh ooh-ooh ooh ooh ooh ♪

♪ I'll see you
on the other side... ♪

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