Elementary (2012–…): Season 5, Episode 15 - Wrong Side of the Road - full transcript
Holmes' former protégé, Kitty Winter, returns to New York after a three-year absence to warn him that a killer is eliminating everybody involved with a case they worked on.
Previously on Elementary...
You work for Sherlock.
I don't work for anyone.
I'm his new partner.
The training I'm attempting
to provide her
is an attempt to channel
certain residual feelings
that she has
into a productive skill.
You think
that Kitty needs help
above and beyond
my mentorship.
She's a rape victim.
She was kept and tortured.
Her name is Melanie
Vilkas. Take a look at her back.
They're the same markings
that are on Kitty's back.
The man who hurt her
is here in New York.
This is why I became
a detective...
to hunt this man. I'm ready.
You're going to die
tonight, quite horribly.
You must understand.
You will always...
be my friend.
- Captain?
- We got him.
The doctor said it was
some kind of corrosive.
He's gonna wake up
after a few hours,
and I'm gonna ask him
who did this to him.
I'm gonna have to
go after them.
Do you think
I did the right thing?
I think you do not have
the stain of a murder upon you.
Do you know what
I haven't said to anyone
in a really long time?
I love you.
Hey. Thought you had a funeral
to go to this morning.
I do.
Old friend of
yours, right?
Old colleague, actually.
Cy Durning.
Prosecuted many of the
cases I lent a hand in
when I consulted
at Scotland Yard.
Good man.
Better barrister.
Condolences.
Mm.
If he's British, how come
the funeral's in New York?
Wife's American.
They retired to New
Jersey last year.
He dropped dead of a heart
attack three days ago.
Still, kinder fate
than that
of Gunther Klecko's
business partner,
Yeah?
Yeah. We think
he shot the guy to death.
In a warehouse
that they co-own.
Watson texted me
from the scene.
Police have been
searching for hours,
still can't find
a murder weapon.
We don't find it, a jury
might actually believe the story
he's peddling
about "some black guy"
killing the partner
then fleeing.
Would've been nice
to have a chance to lean on him.
Look at the guy...
he's actually sweating.
But he asked for a lawyer
as soon as he got here.
Are you familiar with
the Freedom Arms .22 caliber
belt buckle handgun?
It's one of the, uh, tiniest
pistols on the market.
You think we're having a
hard time finding the gun
at the warehouse
because it's small?
I don't it's at
the warehouse.
And I don't think he's
sweating because he's nervous.
Wait, are you saying
he put the gun...
You don't need an interrogation
to prove that he's guilty.
You, uh, just need
a pair of these.
God, we thank you for
the life that you give us.
It is full of work
and of responsibility,
of sorrow and of joy.
Today, we thank you
for Cy Durning,
for what he has given
and received.
Help us in our mourning
and teach us to live
for the living,
in the time we still
have left to us.
Sorry.
Sherlock T. Ainsworth.
Husband, father
and devoted chimney sweep.
I sent you to this cemetery
three years ago to visit
the graves of some of New York's
most infamous murder victims,
and you returned with selfies
taken in front
of the grave of a man
who died falling off a ladder.
I thought it's funny,
you two having
the same weird name.
You're hardly in a position
to mock other people's names.
Or are you no longer
going by Kitty?
Changed your hair.
Lose a bet?
You believe Cy Durning
was murdered?
I do.
If I'm right,
he won't be the last.
* Elementary 5x15 *
Wrong Side of the Road
Original Air Date on March 5
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@elder_man
I'm home!
In the study.
You were right about
Gunther Klecko's gun.
It was right where
you said it would be.
I've never seen
so many cops so unhappy
about finding a murder weapon.
Watson, you remember Kitty.
Kitty, oh, my God,
what are you doing here?
I'm still not a hugger, Watson.
Why didn't you tell me
she was coming?
She didn't tell
anyone she was coming.
She wanted to keep
her whereabouts a secret.
Why? What's going on?
She thinks that my
former colleague,
Cy Durning, was murdered.
She also thinks
that she and I might be next.
His name's Eli Kotite.
He's American.
He's a bond trader
here in New York.
About three and a half
years ago,
he was in London on business
and he struck a jogger
with his car
and then fled the scene.
Seven years prior
to that, that same woman
that he hit had been wounded in
the London Underground bombings.
After almost losing her leg,
she'd recovered to the point
where she could run marathons;
her death at the hands
of a careless motorist
seemed especially cruel,
so the search to identify him
became this cause c?l?bre.
Sherlock had started
training me to be a detective
just a few weeks earlier;
he thought I could help.
He called it
"a case on training wheels."
Took me about a week,
but I found a trail
that led right to Kotite.
He was in London on his trip.
Got pissed in some pub
and then forgot
what side of the road
he was supposed to be on.
We took everything
that we had to Scotland Yard.
When the case went to trial,
we both testified.
Kotite was found guilty,
sentenced to four years
in prison.
He got out two months ago...
good behavior.
And that's when
it started happening.
What started happening?
The barrister who defended him
committed suicide.
Couple of weeks later,
the magistrate
who presided over the trial
was killed in a car accident.
Then, three days ago,
Cy Durning,
who prosecuted him, dropped dead
of an apparent heart attack
in New Jersey.
First two cases
didn't make the American papers,
or I might've spotted
the pattern.
Wait a second.
You think that this guy Kotite
killed three people
and then managed
to make it look like
something else each time?
The killer is almost
certainly not Kotite.
He's a paraplegic.
Well, he is now.
If you have to spend time
in a British prison,
it's best not to be an American.
Even better to not be
an American who's killed a Brit.
He was beaten
early in his incarceration
by two other inmates, and
that left him wheelchair-bound.
Now, if Kitty is right
about these recent deaths,
and there's more to them
than meets the eye,
it's likely
that he's hired someone
to do the killing for him.
Just as it's likely
there are more deaths to come.
Ours, for example, seeing as
we're the ones who put him away.
I mean, I get
why he'd be motivated
to pick off people
that were involved in his trial,
but according to these articles,
the first death
was ruled a suicide,
and the second
was ruled an accident.
No evidence of foul play
in either.
What if the killer is that good?
We won't know
unless we look into it.
Two of the cases
are not only cold,
they're also
thousands of miles away.
That leaves Cy Durning,
who did us the favor
of dying in New Jersey.
The captain has contacts there.
So while you and Kitty
ask him for help
in gathering materials,
I'm going to look into
Kotite's recent activities.
You want me and Kitty
to talk to the captain?
Is that a problem?
Yeah, Watson.
Problem?
You didn't just leave New York
two years ago, you fled.
You dunked some guy's head
in a vat of acid.
Del Gruner wasn't a
"guy," he was a monster.
All things considered,
I'd say he got off easy.
All I'm saying is
the captain knew it was you.
He suspected.
Gruner never said a word
about who marked him.
Obviously,
he didn't want to reveal
his true connection to Kitty.
You really think that's gonna
matter to the captain?
I wrote him a letter.
The captain,
after I got back.
I didn't confess
to anything...
I knew that would
put him in a spot...
I just... apologized
if I disappointed him.
We're square.
You heard her. They're square.
You're sure about this?
Pretty sure.
What do you mean,
you're pretty sure?
I mean, I'm reasonably certain
he won't try to charge me
with a two-year-old crime.
60/40.
Ish.
Are you kidding me?
How come no one told me
you were coming?
It's sort of a long
story, actually.
Oh, yeah?
I could use your help.
Okay, come on.
We'll talk in my office.
Must've been
one hell of a letter.
Yep.
I don't know.
Two M.E.s in London
and one in New Jersey
missing three murders?
Odds seem pretty slim.
No one would be happier if
I'm wrong, but if I'm right
and an assassin has made his way
from England to America,
then Sherlock and I
could be in danger.
I'll make some calls.
You'll have all the help you
need from the police in Jersey.
But first,
I'm gonna go find Marcus.
I know he's gonna want
to say hi to you.
So, what've you been up to
the last two years?
Bit of this, bit of that.
There's a group in London
that fights human trafficking.
I started working for
them as an investigator.
I look for girls who've been
sold into the sex trade,
I find them, and I bring
them home to their families.
That's amazing.
Oh, I take on the occasional
private client as well.
Uh, so, what room
does Sherlock
have you set up in
at the brownstone?
Uh, I'm not staying
at the brownstone.
Oh. You're not?
I didn't want to
put you lot out.
I mean, you do remember
how many spare rooms
we have there, right?
So, where are you staying?
Friend's.
Oh, which friend?
I have to go.
What, now?
Something's come up.
It can't wait.
The captain just said he was
gonna come back with Marcus.
Just give him my best,
will you?
Mr. Kotite.
And you are?
I'm surprised you don't
remember me. Sherlock Holmes.
You're the detective
who meddled in my case
in London three years ago.
It's a case
that deserved meddling.
You hit a woman with your car,
and then sped off,
and left her to die
in the street.
I don't know how
you got in here,
but this is
a private club, so...
Of which my father is
a very influential member...
has been most of his life.
He also heads up an extremely
powerful, evil cabal.
I can do no wrong
within these walls.
What do you want?
This morning,
I attended the funeral
of a mutual acquaintance,
Cy Durning.
Imagine my surprise
to find out
he's the third person
involved in your prosecution
to recently die.
What can I say?
Dreams really do come true.
Especially when
they're entrusted
to high-priced assassins.
Excuse me.
You and I must be reading
different newspapers.
It's my understanding that
there's been one suicide,
one car accident,
one heart attack.
Certainly made to look that way.
When my case
went to trial,
my defense attorney,
Tom Saunders,
revealed himself to be inept.
The judge who oversaw
the whole thing
couldn't have been more biased,
and your buddy,
Mr. Durning, took advantage
of the situation
to raise his
own political profile.
Thanks to them,
I'm gonna spend
the rest of my life
in this chair.
If you're saying that
there's some confusion
about the true causes
of their deaths...
I suggest you consider karma.
How'd it go?
Mr. Kotite's
difficult to read.
Name me a sociopath
who isn't.
He was aware
of the three deaths,
but did not
take responsibility.
So, we're still not sure
we're looking at three murders.
Is this all that
you and Kitty
managed to find regarding
Cy Durning's passing?
No one in Jersey thought
there was foul play, remember?
So that means no case file,
no CSU reports.
None of the usual haystacks
to search for needles.
No, but funny you should
mention needles.
These were taken by
the medicolegal investigator
before Durning's body was
removed from his home.
Look at his shoelaces.
On the right shoe,
the knot begins
with the outside lace being
fed under the inside one.
On the left shoe,
it's the opposite.
The knots are mirror images
of each other.
So, that could mean...
One of his shoes
was tied for him?
It's just a theory,
but it's possible
somebody subdued him,
took off one of his shoes,
injected something
between his toes
to cause a heart attack, and
then put the shoe back on.
The M.E. classified
the death as natural,
and did not mention any
puncture wounds in her report.
Yeah, it's possible
she could've missed it,
but the only way to know
for sure is to exhume the body.
I'll reach out to the captain.
I already did. He said no.
He doesn't think
there's enough evidence
to even broach the subject
with his family.
Well, then we'll find some.
Does Kitty seem
a little off to you?
A little, I don't know,
tightly wound?
Good detectives should
be tightly wound,
especially one whose
life may be in danger.
Uh, well, today,
after the captain said
he was gonna help us,
she took off.
She didn't even wait
to say hi to Marcus.
Did she also neglect
to wipe her feet
when she entered the precinct?
I am serious.
It's why you're serious
that puzzles me.
Well, the last time
we saw Kitty, she lied to us.
She said she was
going back to London,
but actually she was here
in New York, hunting Del Gruner.
She almost killed him.
You think she might be
stalking new prey?
I don't know what she's doing,
but it'd be nice to know
we're not being
manipulated again.
I mean, what do you know
about what she's been
up to the last two years?
Nothing.
What do you mean, "nothing"?
I mean nothing.
How could you not know anything?
She was your friend.
She was my prot?g?.
Her departure from my life
was only a matter of time.
I'm just saying.
She's a detective
now, Watson,
so she's one of us.
She needs our help,
we give it to her.
It's as simple as that.
Captain?
I'm starting to think
you and Kitty are right about
there being more to Cy Durning's
death than meets the eye.
Why is that?
How fast can you get
to Green-Wood Cemetery?
I don't understand.
I thought you said
there wasn't enough evidence
to even broach an exhumation.
There wasn't.
We didn't do this.
Last night, some
person or persons
broke into the cemetery,
dug up Mr. Durning's coffin,
and set what was
left of him on fire.
Pretty sure if there was any
evidence here that proved
he was murdered,
it's gone now.
We can try to run some tests,
but I'm not optimistic.
There's probably not
enough of the scene left
to help track down
whoever did this.
Digging up a grave
at this time of year
would've been quite a slog,
even with that backhoe.
The ground is so hard, it
would've taken at least an hour,
and you're saying
no one saw anything?
Groundskeepers
are from Laos.
We had an interpreter
talk to them.
They said they didn't see
anybody suspicious last night.
Said the fire was already out
when they got back this morning.
Sherlock talked
to Eli Kotite yesterday.
That's got to be
why this happened.
He got spooked, sent his
guy here to clean up.
Now any evidence
that Cy Durning's death
wasn't natural is gone.
So is any doubt
I had about Kotite's guilt.
You'll have the full weight of
the department behind you now.
And I'll reach out to our
friends across the pond, too.
I suppose
that's something.
Actually, there might be
something else.
If I'm right,
Eli Kotite's errand boy
dyes his hair.
These hairs
are freshly shed.
He must've banged his head
on the roof in the dark.
Or maybe one of
the workers did.
Well, you said they were Asian.
These appear
to be Caucasoid.
You can see they're
naturally gray
at the root and then dyed red.
I submit that Kotite's henchman
isn't just homicidal, he's vain.
Probably not
enough usable DNA here.
I mean, there's nothing left of
the follicle for a good sample.
Agreed. If we can't identify our
suspect through a database,
we will have to pick
up a trail elsewhere.
All right, so, we'll finish
processing the scene here.
Where do you want to start?
At the scene of the crime
no one thought was a crime,
Cy Durning's home.
All right. I'll have
Marcus meet you there.
I'll reach out to the
Bergen County Sheriff's Office,
have them send a CSU team.
Maybe you two
want to go talk
to the M.E. out in Paramus,
tell her to wake up.
She missed a murder here.
So, as you can see,
there was significant amounts
of plaque in
Mr. Durning's arteries.
A heart attack
was a long time coming.
That doesn't
necessarily mean
the cause of death was...
Cause was a massive
myocardial infarction.
His heart was in tatters, and
it's all there in the report.
I only mean
that you can't be sure
what specifically
brought on the attack.
How many angels can dance
on the head of a pin?
Which artery gave out,
which clot formed when,
it's hard to say.
There's a reason
we have a box to tick
that just says "natural causes."
If you ticked the right box,
then why was his corpse dug up
and burnt early this morning?
I don't know.
Maybe someone really hated him,
wanted to hurt his family.
All I can tell you is
when I examined Mr. Durning,
there were no signs
of foul play.
I don't agree.
This little mark here
between his second and third toe
on his right foot
looks like the site
of a hypodermic injection.
Looks more like
a flea bite to me.
Oh, that would've been
one nasty flea.
And it would've
had to have bitten him
under his shoe, which he decided
to tie left-handed
for the first time in his life.
There are no visible effects
you would expect to see
if he were poisoned.
The lungs,
kidneys, sclera...
they were all normal.
I don't know what you think
he was injected with.
Well, that's the problem.
We'll never know
because you didn't order
a full toxicology report.
You didn't even order
a basic panel.
Mr. Durning's arteries made him
a candidate for a double bypass.
He was overweight,
he was 72 years old.
And now he's a briquette.
You've seen my report, ladies.
I have nothing to add.
Maybe you just need
to think a bit harder.
Kitty.
I need to get
back to work.
She didn't miss that
injection mark, she was lying.
Obviously.
She barely looked either of us
in the eye the whole time.
She had her arms crossed,
she had her torso
faced towards the door.
Yeah, she wanted us
out of there.
She got what
she wanted.
You should've let me
give her a shoeing.
You really think
that would've helped?
Wouldn't have hurt.
Well, me.
Are you all right?
I'm fine. Why?
Well, you look tired.
It's just jet lag.
Yeah, now whose arms are folded?
It's cold out here, Watson.
Another errand?
Let me know when you hear
from Sherlock, will you?
Well, none of this
makes any sense.
If Cy was murdered,
how is it nobody noticed it?
Our colleagues are looking
into that as we speak.
You said you remembered
the Kotite case.
Oh, it got a lot of attention.
After all was said and done,
all he got was four years.
I mean, who would kill
three people
over a four-year sentence?
The last couple of months,
did you or your husband
notice anything unusual?
Hang-up phone calls
threatening messages,
that sort of thing?
No.
I... Years ago,
when Cy was still working,
there was harassment like that.
People were not happy
that they or their loved ones
were going to prison.
It was one of the reasons
why we retired here,
to get away from that.
I thought we had.
The day that Cy died,
what do you remember
about the day?
Um, I went out to do
some grocery shopping.
When I came back, I found him.
He was on the floor there.
He was so cold.
Uh, they said that he died
right after I left.
I keep thinking, if I hadn't
been in such a rush,
I could've been there for him.
I could've called
the paramedics.
But if what you're
saying is true...
The person who did this
might've been waiting for you
to leave that day.
Um, did you happen to notice
anyone strange in the area?
That day, I...
It-It's something
of a blur, honestly.
There is some
evidence which suggests,
uh, the person
we're looking for
may have short, cropped hair.
Dyed red.
Might be a bit older.
Yes, I...
A man just like that
was standing right outside,
there on the sidewalk.
He smiled at me as I drove away.
And what else do you
remember about him?
How sure are we this is our guy?
Mrs. Durning
said that's who she saw
when she left the house
right before
her husband's heart attack.
She also remembered
he was carrying a briefcase.
Good bet it contained
a hypodermic needle
and whatever tools he needed
to break into the Durning home.
Local PD are
circulating the sketch,
but we're gonna
take it over
to the morgue in
Paramus personally,
see if anyone
there saw this guy
make contact with the M.E.
who missed the murder.
I've been trying
to get a warrant
for Kotite's phone records.
I'm hoping we can track
this guy down from the call
that Kotite must've made
after you goosed him
at his club yesterday.
A warrant would be worthwhile,
but I can guarantee you
that he did not call
his assassin after I left.
Obviously, he told the guy
to go down to the cemetery
to clean his mess up.
He did. I just don't think
he did it over the phone.
The assassin was
at the club, you see.
I passed him on my way out.
He didn't seem suspicious
at first, but after Mrs. Durning
began to describing
the man that she saw,
I realized I'd
seen him as well.
Drew that sketch myself.
Hello?
No, it's okay.
It's only half past 8:00 here.
I told you, I'm not sure
when I'll be back.
This will take
as long as it takes.
Margaret, stop!
You got my text.
Yes, I did.
Watson, this is Margaret.
You know this woman?
Yeah, she's my friend.
A very nosy friend, but she is
a friend nonetheless.
I'm sorry.
I didn't know.
I-I thought you broke in.
I thought you were
trying to take him.
Take who?
Her baby.
I'm his nanny.
His name's Archie.
His father and I went
to university together.
Or at least we did before I...
you know, before I had
my troubles.
I just bumped into him
when I got back to London.
It was... it was
really nice, wasn't it?
Then we were
together for a while,
and then we weren't,
then we were.
Archie was a surprise.
But the best one I've ever had.
His dad and I are on
different paths now,
but when it comes to Archie,
he's been great.
He's so... supportive,
and he's so present.
Between him and Margaret,
I have everything I need.
He's beautiful.
Yes, he is.
He's also very needy.
When he's hungry,
he won't let anyone feed him,
apart from his mum.
Will you, you little monkey?
So that's why you've been
sneaking off the last few days.
Yeah, it's also why I've not
been getting much sleep.
He's teething and so on.
I would say he's
the fussiest man I've ever met,
but we both know I'd be lying.
Do you mind?
No.
What do you say, Archie?
You stay agreeable
for your Aunty Watson?
Hi. Hi, hi, hi.
Hi.
Well, you've done it now,
you've made my list of sitters.
"Aunty Watson."
I like it.
You know Sherlock
used to call me that?
Of course, I was
"the Anti-Watson."
I mean, after everything
you've been through,
I mean, you're a mom now,
it's amazing.
So why wouldn't you,
uh, tell us about Archie?
Why keep him a secret?
I know what you two are like.
You're going after a man
who's financed three murders.
The second you found out
I had a baby on board,
you would've benched me.
- No.
- "No"?
No, there's more to it
than that, I can tell.
After all
this is over,
after we prove
Kotite's guilty, um...
I'm quitting.
Quitting?
Being a detective.
I'm gonna stay on with
the group I told you about,
but strictly as a counselor.
I just don't know how
Sherlock's gonna take it.
Wait, you don't think
he'd be happy for you?
He dedicated a year
of his life to me.
He-he taught me,
and he gave me structure,
he gave me purpose.
This thing we do,
this isn't just a job to him,
it's-it's...
it's something much more,
and I'm just gonna
turn my back on it.
I'm just...
I'm scared he's gonna
be disappointed.
I mean, I understand why you'd
be nervous, but respectfully,
I think you're
selling him short.
I mean, he deserves to know
that you're happy.
Right?
Dr. Wilkerson,
I'm Detective Bell.
You already know
my colleagues.
Why am I looking
at a picture of a man
who was shot to death?
Oh, she does recognize
a murder when she sees one.
We thought
you were gonna say
we're looking at the work
of the world's biggest flea.
I owe you a Coke, Watson.
Does that man
look familiar to you?
No.
So you've never seen him before?
No.
You're positive?
Does "no" mean
the same thing
in New York
that it means in New Jersey?
Just answer the question.
I've never seen that man before.
Well, that's funny
because Detective Bell
met a witness last night
that says that
that man paid a visit
to your morgue last week.
He talked to you for a while.
Our witness couldn't
make out the details,
but if we had to guess,
he was offering you money
to help him cover up
the murder of Cy Durning.
Have you
ever heard of a man
named Eli Kotite?
No.
Is he the man in the sketch?
No, he's the man
behind the man in the sketch.
See, Mr. Kotite had
an ax to grind with Cy Durning.
He paid the killer,
the killer paid you.
When Cy Durning turned up
on your autopsy table,
you looked
the other way.
Took what should've
been a homicide
and called it a natural death.
Nonsense.
You're a terrible person,
Dr. Wilkerson.
But you're not
the most terrible,
at least not
in this case.
We want Kotite and his assassin.
You tell Detective Bell here
everything you know about them,
and who knows?
You might dodge
a prison sentence.
No.
There is no witness.
You're making him up.
The day you
met with the man
in the sketch,
you had a coffee stain
on your lab coat, right here.
Does that sound like
a detail we made up?
Are you arresting me?
No, not yet.
Then I'm leaving.
You should know, Dr. Wilkerson,
we are seeking a warrant
for your financial records
as we speak.
If there's a money trail
between you and Eli Kotite,
we will find it.
If you're lucky,
we'll get it before
he has his man
pay you a second visit.
You're quite certain
this is everything?
Everything so far.
The captain has
just sent through
some additional
bank records.
Good. 'Cause if there's
any proof in these documents
that Dr. Wilkerson took a bribe
from Eli Kotite,
it's doing a good job
of hiding itself.
She'll be back soon.
Hmm?
Watson, with the food.
You keep looking at your watch.
I'm not hungry, actually.
Wouldn't know it from
the amount of food you ordered.
Who needs pizza and pasta?
Here we are.
Found something?
Dr. Wilkerson received
a $50,000 wire transfer
from a Caymanian bank
not 12 hours after she signed
Cy Durning's autopsy report.
You think that account
belongs to Eli Kotite?
I think that, like many
slimy bond traders before him,
he has multiple
off-shore accounts
in the Caymans.
And while their laws make the
Swiss look like chatterboxes,
I think I know a way
to prove that this one's his.
You say you're not
waiting for Watson,
but that is
the third time
you've checked your watch
in the last 30 minutes.
And now that you're
standing close to me,
I can tell that your heart
is virtually pounding,
so is something amiss?
The truth is, I've asked
someone to meet me here.
That's why I've ordered
extra food.
Who?
Someone I want you to meet.
Someone important.
Sorry we're late.
The first Verdammt taxi
that came
couldn't accommodate
the car seat.
Sherlock Holmes.
Kitty's been expecting you.
It's not Margaret
I wanted you to meet.
It's him.
This is Archie, my son.
This, uh... I...
Sorry, uh...
Excuse me one moment.
Sherlock Holmes.
Mr. Holmes, this is Eli Kotite.
Mr. Kotite, would you believe
I was just talking about you?
I think we should meet again.
In person.
Already in the works, actually.
In fact, a large contingent
of police and I
should be knocking on your door
at about 9:45 in the morning.
I-I don't understand.
The bribe that you wired to the
medical examiner in New Jersey
originated in Grand Cayman.
Now, you might be expecting
that corrupt isle
to keep your secrets,
but you forget
who my father is, again.
When the banks open,
the truth will out,
and then your fate
will be sealed.
The truth is that
I had nothing to do
with those murders.
You agree the deaths
were not divine providence?
As a matter of fact, I do.
That's why I'm calling.
I think I may even know
who's behind them.
Well, then, don't keep me
in suspense.
This line may not be secure.
Can you meet me
at the club in 30 minutes?
I could, but I'd rather not.
Meet me.
If I can't convince you
I'm onto something,
you have my word, I'll answer
every question you have,
without my lawyers present.
All right, 30 minutes.
Sherlock...
I'll be back, shortly.
Glenn?
Need something, sir?
Bring the car around.
I'll meet you downstairs.
I don't think
there will be more questions,
but if any come up,
I'll be in touch.
In fact, there should
be many more questions.
Especially regarding
the nine millimeter found
on Mr. Kotite's person.
I get it, okay? You don't think
this was a suicide, but...
If he wanted
to kill himself,
he had a much easier way
tucked in his trousers.
All due respect, I don't think
there's any way to prove
that shooting yourself
is easier than
jumping off a building.
Isn't this just
a "different strokes
for different folks"
kind of deal?
If he really was the
architect of three murders
and he killed
himself, capital.
But I spoke to him just
moments before he died,
and I'm not convinced.
He told you the real killer
was out there?
It's not what he said,
it's how he said it.
The timbre of his
voice was even,
the pace was
steady, unrushed.
I believe that he believed
in his innocence.
All right,
devil's advocate here.
Killing yourself is
a pretty strong indicator
of poor mental health.
He wanted to meet in person
because he thought
someone might be
listening in on the call.
He's apparently been
carrying a gun in his belt.
Agreed, all consistent
with clinical paranoia.
Right, so is it really
that crazy to think
that the guy was
just having a breakdown?
He got his vengeance,
and he didn't want
to face the consequences.
What am I missing?
Look, if you need me,
I'll be at the precinct.
Kitty.
We're pretty sure we just found
our fourth murder
that's been disguised
as something else.
Marcus and I were just
discussing that possibility.
What did you and Watson find?
It's what we didn't find
that's important.
It's raining now,
but the balcony's railing
was covered in
this thin layer of soot.
But the thing is,
there weren't any smudges.
Mr. Kotite is paralyzed
from the waist down,
and his hands are clean.
I'm assuming the railing is
at least three
and a half feet high?
Yeah, this one's nearly four.
So how did he put himself over
without leaving any marks?
There's nothing on the balcony
he could've grabbed hold of.
Watson and I are pretty sure
that someone threw him off.
So, summing up,
we're wrong about everything.
Eli Kotite was not
the financier
of three carefully
concealed murders,
he was next in line.
Maybe the assassin
he hired realized
we were onto him
and got nervous.
Killed Kotite to tie up
a loose end.
Killers that meticulous,
they don't get nervous.
And as I said before,
I believe that Kotite
was telling the truth
when he said
someone else
was responsible.
Shame we didn't get
to show him your sketch.
We could've got a name
to go with the face.
34,000 police officers
scoured the city for this man...
not a nibble.
Whoever he is, he's elusive.
A mouse in a wall
is elusive.
This man's more like a goryo,
sprung from Japanese folklore.
Ghosts? Seriously?
Well, whoever he is,
he was able to toss a man
off a building
without leaving
subdermal bruising,
defensive wounds, or any sign
of a hypodermic injection.
He didn't leave a trace
of himself on the lobby
security camera either.
And it's pretty interesting
that their system
suffered a glitch
20 minutes before
Kotite took a header.
Again, I offer the possibility
of a killer ghost.
Actually, I think
whatever happened
to that surveillance video
is our best clue.
It's an expensive system,
so whoever knocked out
those cameras
had to have a certain level
of technical sophistication.
That's interesting,
but I don't see
how that helps with
where to look for a culprit.
I think I'll start
the search in our library.
What the hell?
Go. Get her somewhere safe,
somewhere off the grid.
What, you think
they're looking for me?
I think that they're
government agents,
and they managed
to violate our home
without triggering
any of the alarms,
and that suggests
a certain level
of technical sophistication,
don't you?
Wait, you think the government
is behind everything?
There's a way to find out.
Who's in charge here?
Mr. Holmes.
Just the man
I've been looking for.
I could say the same thing.
I'm Anson Gephardt. I work for
the Defense Intelligence Agency.
I'm here to place you
under arrest.
On what grounds?
All will be made clear,
Mr. Holmes.
Just do yourself a favor,
don't resist.
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@elder_man
You work for Sherlock.
I don't work for anyone.
I'm his new partner.
The training I'm attempting
to provide her
is an attempt to channel
certain residual feelings
that she has
into a productive skill.
You think
that Kitty needs help
above and beyond
my mentorship.
She's a rape victim.
She was kept and tortured.
Her name is Melanie
Vilkas. Take a look at her back.
They're the same markings
that are on Kitty's back.
The man who hurt her
is here in New York.
This is why I became
a detective...
to hunt this man. I'm ready.
You're going to die
tonight, quite horribly.
You must understand.
You will always...
be my friend.
- Captain?
- We got him.
The doctor said it was
some kind of corrosive.
He's gonna wake up
after a few hours,
and I'm gonna ask him
who did this to him.
I'm gonna have to
go after them.
Do you think
I did the right thing?
I think you do not have
the stain of a murder upon you.
Do you know what
I haven't said to anyone
in a really long time?
I love you.
Hey. Thought you had a funeral
to go to this morning.
I do.
Old friend of
yours, right?
Old colleague, actually.
Cy Durning.
Prosecuted many of the
cases I lent a hand in
when I consulted
at Scotland Yard.
Good man.
Better barrister.
Condolences.
Mm.
If he's British, how come
the funeral's in New York?
Wife's American.
They retired to New
Jersey last year.
He dropped dead of a heart
attack three days ago.
Still, kinder fate
than that
of Gunther Klecko's
business partner,
Yeah?
Yeah. We think
he shot the guy to death.
In a warehouse
that they co-own.
Watson texted me
from the scene.
Police have been
searching for hours,
still can't find
a murder weapon.
We don't find it, a jury
might actually believe the story
he's peddling
about "some black guy"
killing the partner
then fleeing.
Would've been nice
to have a chance to lean on him.
Look at the guy...
he's actually sweating.
But he asked for a lawyer
as soon as he got here.
Are you familiar with
the Freedom Arms .22 caliber
belt buckle handgun?
It's one of the, uh, tiniest
pistols on the market.
You think we're having a
hard time finding the gun
at the warehouse
because it's small?
I don't it's at
the warehouse.
And I don't think he's
sweating because he's nervous.
Wait, are you saying
he put the gun...
You don't need an interrogation
to prove that he's guilty.
You, uh, just need
a pair of these.
God, we thank you for
the life that you give us.
It is full of work
and of responsibility,
of sorrow and of joy.
Today, we thank you
for Cy Durning,
for what he has given
and received.
Help us in our mourning
and teach us to live
for the living,
in the time we still
have left to us.
Sorry.
Sherlock T. Ainsworth.
Husband, father
and devoted chimney sweep.
I sent you to this cemetery
three years ago to visit
the graves of some of New York's
most infamous murder victims,
and you returned with selfies
taken in front
of the grave of a man
who died falling off a ladder.
I thought it's funny,
you two having
the same weird name.
You're hardly in a position
to mock other people's names.
Or are you no longer
going by Kitty?
Changed your hair.
Lose a bet?
You believe Cy Durning
was murdered?
I do.
If I'm right,
he won't be the last.
* Elementary 5x15 *
Wrong Side of the Road
Original Air Date on March 5
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@elder_man
I'm home!
In the study.
You were right about
Gunther Klecko's gun.
It was right where
you said it would be.
I've never seen
so many cops so unhappy
about finding a murder weapon.
Watson, you remember Kitty.
Kitty, oh, my God,
what are you doing here?
I'm still not a hugger, Watson.
Why didn't you tell me
she was coming?
She didn't tell
anyone she was coming.
She wanted to keep
her whereabouts a secret.
Why? What's going on?
She thinks that my
former colleague,
Cy Durning, was murdered.
She also thinks
that she and I might be next.
His name's Eli Kotite.
He's American.
He's a bond trader
here in New York.
About three and a half
years ago,
he was in London on business
and he struck a jogger
with his car
and then fled the scene.
Seven years prior
to that, that same woman
that he hit had been wounded in
the London Underground bombings.
After almost losing her leg,
she'd recovered to the point
where she could run marathons;
her death at the hands
of a careless motorist
seemed especially cruel,
so the search to identify him
became this cause c?l?bre.
Sherlock had started
training me to be a detective
just a few weeks earlier;
he thought I could help.
He called it
"a case on training wheels."
Took me about a week,
but I found a trail
that led right to Kotite.
He was in London on his trip.
Got pissed in some pub
and then forgot
what side of the road
he was supposed to be on.
We took everything
that we had to Scotland Yard.
When the case went to trial,
we both testified.
Kotite was found guilty,
sentenced to four years
in prison.
He got out two months ago...
good behavior.
And that's when
it started happening.
What started happening?
The barrister who defended him
committed suicide.
Couple of weeks later,
the magistrate
who presided over the trial
was killed in a car accident.
Then, three days ago,
Cy Durning,
who prosecuted him, dropped dead
of an apparent heart attack
in New Jersey.
First two cases
didn't make the American papers,
or I might've spotted
the pattern.
Wait a second.
You think that this guy Kotite
killed three people
and then managed
to make it look like
something else each time?
The killer is almost
certainly not Kotite.
He's a paraplegic.
Well, he is now.
If you have to spend time
in a British prison,
it's best not to be an American.
Even better to not be
an American who's killed a Brit.
He was beaten
early in his incarceration
by two other inmates, and
that left him wheelchair-bound.
Now, if Kitty is right
about these recent deaths,
and there's more to them
than meets the eye,
it's likely
that he's hired someone
to do the killing for him.
Just as it's likely
there are more deaths to come.
Ours, for example, seeing as
we're the ones who put him away.
I mean, I get
why he'd be motivated
to pick off people
that were involved in his trial,
but according to these articles,
the first death
was ruled a suicide,
and the second
was ruled an accident.
No evidence of foul play
in either.
What if the killer is that good?
We won't know
unless we look into it.
Two of the cases
are not only cold,
they're also
thousands of miles away.
That leaves Cy Durning,
who did us the favor
of dying in New Jersey.
The captain has contacts there.
So while you and Kitty
ask him for help
in gathering materials,
I'm going to look into
Kotite's recent activities.
You want me and Kitty
to talk to the captain?
Is that a problem?
Yeah, Watson.
Problem?
You didn't just leave New York
two years ago, you fled.
You dunked some guy's head
in a vat of acid.
Del Gruner wasn't a
"guy," he was a monster.
All things considered,
I'd say he got off easy.
All I'm saying is
the captain knew it was you.
He suspected.
Gruner never said a word
about who marked him.
Obviously,
he didn't want to reveal
his true connection to Kitty.
You really think that's gonna
matter to the captain?
I wrote him a letter.
The captain,
after I got back.
I didn't confess
to anything...
I knew that would
put him in a spot...
I just... apologized
if I disappointed him.
We're square.
You heard her. They're square.
You're sure about this?
Pretty sure.
What do you mean,
you're pretty sure?
I mean, I'm reasonably certain
he won't try to charge me
with a two-year-old crime.
60/40.
Ish.
Are you kidding me?
How come no one told me
you were coming?
It's sort of a long
story, actually.
Oh, yeah?
I could use your help.
Okay, come on.
We'll talk in my office.
Must've been
one hell of a letter.
Yep.
I don't know.
Two M.E.s in London
and one in New Jersey
missing three murders?
Odds seem pretty slim.
No one would be happier if
I'm wrong, but if I'm right
and an assassin has made his way
from England to America,
then Sherlock and I
could be in danger.
I'll make some calls.
You'll have all the help you
need from the police in Jersey.
But first,
I'm gonna go find Marcus.
I know he's gonna want
to say hi to you.
So, what've you been up to
the last two years?
Bit of this, bit of that.
There's a group in London
that fights human trafficking.
I started working for
them as an investigator.
I look for girls who've been
sold into the sex trade,
I find them, and I bring
them home to their families.
That's amazing.
Oh, I take on the occasional
private client as well.
Uh, so, what room
does Sherlock
have you set up in
at the brownstone?
Uh, I'm not staying
at the brownstone.
Oh. You're not?
I didn't want to
put you lot out.
I mean, you do remember
how many spare rooms
we have there, right?
So, where are you staying?
Friend's.
Oh, which friend?
I have to go.
What, now?
Something's come up.
It can't wait.
The captain just said he was
gonna come back with Marcus.
Just give him my best,
will you?
Mr. Kotite.
And you are?
I'm surprised you don't
remember me. Sherlock Holmes.
You're the detective
who meddled in my case
in London three years ago.
It's a case
that deserved meddling.
You hit a woman with your car,
and then sped off,
and left her to die
in the street.
I don't know how
you got in here,
but this is
a private club, so...
Of which my father is
a very influential member...
has been most of his life.
He also heads up an extremely
powerful, evil cabal.
I can do no wrong
within these walls.
What do you want?
This morning,
I attended the funeral
of a mutual acquaintance,
Cy Durning.
Imagine my surprise
to find out
he's the third person
involved in your prosecution
to recently die.
What can I say?
Dreams really do come true.
Especially when
they're entrusted
to high-priced assassins.
Excuse me.
You and I must be reading
different newspapers.
It's my understanding that
there's been one suicide,
one car accident,
one heart attack.
Certainly made to look that way.
When my case
went to trial,
my defense attorney,
Tom Saunders,
revealed himself to be inept.
The judge who oversaw
the whole thing
couldn't have been more biased,
and your buddy,
Mr. Durning, took advantage
of the situation
to raise his
own political profile.
Thanks to them,
I'm gonna spend
the rest of my life
in this chair.
If you're saying that
there's some confusion
about the true causes
of their deaths...
I suggest you consider karma.
How'd it go?
Mr. Kotite's
difficult to read.
Name me a sociopath
who isn't.
He was aware
of the three deaths,
but did not
take responsibility.
So, we're still not sure
we're looking at three murders.
Is this all that
you and Kitty
managed to find regarding
Cy Durning's passing?
No one in Jersey thought
there was foul play, remember?
So that means no case file,
no CSU reports.
None of the usual haystacks
to search for needles.
No, but funny you should
mention needles.
These were taken by
the medicolegal investigator
before Durning's body was
removed from his home.
Look at his shoelaces.
On the right shoe,
the knot begins
with the outside lace being
fed under the inside one.
On the left shoe,
it's the opposite.
The knots are mirror images
of each other.
So, that could mean...
One of his shoes
was tied for him?
It's just a theory,
but it's possible
somebody subdued him,
took off one of his shoes,
injected something
between his toes
to cause a heart attack, and
then put the shoe back on.
The M.E. classified
the death as natural,
and did not mention any
puncture wounds in her report.
Yeah, it's possible
she could've missed it,
but the only way to know
for sure is to exhume the body.
I'll reach out to the captain.
I already did. He said no.
He doesn't think
there's enough evidence
to even broach the subject
with his family.
Well, then we'll find some.
Does Kitty seem
a little off to you?
A little, I don't know,
tightly wound?
Good detectives should
be tightly wound,
especially one whose
life may be in danger.
Uh, well, today,
after the captain said
he was gonna help us,
she took off.
She didn't even wait
to say hi to Marcus.
Did she also neglect
to wipe her feet
when she entered the precinct?
I am serious.
It's why you're serious
that puzzles me.
Well, the last time
we saw Kitty, she lied to us.
She said she was
going back to London,
but actually she was here
in New York, hunting Del Gruner.
She almost killed him.
You think she might be
stalking new prey?
I don't know what she's doing,
but it'd be nice to know
we're not being
manipulated again.
I mean, what do you know
about what she's been
up to the last two years?
Nothing.
What do you mean, "nothing"?
I mean nothing.
How could you not know anything?
She was your friend.
She was my prot?g?.
Her departure from my life
was only a matter of time.
I'm just saying.
She's a detective
now, Watson,
so she's one of us.
She needs our help,
we give it to her.
It's as simple as that.
Captain?
I'm starting to think
you and Kitty are right about
there being more to Cy Durning's
death than meets the eye.
Why is that?
How fast can you get
to Green-Wood Cemetery?
I don't understand.
I thought you said
there wasn't enough evidence
to even broach an exhumation.
There wasn't.
We didn't do this.
Last night, some
person or persons
broke into the cemetery,
dug up Mr. Durning's coffin,
and set what was
left of him on fire.
Pretty sure if there was any
evidence here that proved
he was murdered,
it's gone now.
We can try to run some tests,
but I'm not optimistic.
There's probably not
enough of the scene left
to help track down
whoever did this.
Digging up a grave
at this time of year
would've been quite a slog,
even with that backhoe.
The ground is so hard, it
would've taken at least an hour,
and you're saying
no one saw anything?
Groundskeepers
are from Laos.
We had an interpreter
talk to them.
They said they didn't see
anybody suspicious last night.
Said the fire was already out
when they got back this morning.
Sherlock talked
to Eli Kotite yesterday.
That's got to be
why this happened.
He got spooked, sent his
guy here to clean up.
Now any evidence
that Cy Durning's death
wasn't natural is gone.
So is any doubt
I had about Kotite's guilt.
You'll have the full weight of
the department behind you now.
And I'll reach out to our
friends across the pond, too.
I suppose
that's something.
Actually, there might be
something else.
If I'm right,
Eli Kotite's errand boy
dyes his hair.
These hairs
are freshly shed.
He must've banged his head
on the roof in the dark.
Or maybe one of
the workers did.
Well, you said they were Asian.
These appear
to be Caucasoid.
You can see they're
naturally gray
at the root and then dyed red.
I submit that Kotite's henchman
isn't just homicidal, he's vain.
Probably not
enough usable DNA here.
I mean, there's nothing left of
the follicle for a good sample.
Agreed. If we can't identify our
suspect through a database,
we will have to pick
up a trail elsewhere.
All right, so, we'll finish
processing the scene here.
Where do you want to start?
At the scene of the crime
no one thought was a crime,
Cy Durning's home.
All right. I'll have
Marcus meet you there.
I'll reach out to the
Bergen County Sheriff's Office,
have them send a CSU team.
Maybe you two
want to go talk
to the M.E. out in Paramus,
tell her to wake up.
She missed a murder here.
So, as you can see,
there was significant amounts
of plaque in
Mr. Durning's arteries.
A heart attack
was a long time coming.
That doesn't
necessarily mean
the cause of death was...
Cause was a massive
myocardial infarction.
His heart was in tatters, and
it's all there in the report.
I only mean
that you can't be sure
what specifically
brought on the attack.
How many angels can dance
on the head of a pin?
Which artery gave out,
which clot formed when,
it's hard to say.
There's a reason
we have a box to tick
that just says "natural causes."
If you ticked the right box,
then why was his corpse dug up
and burnt early this morning?
I don't know.
Maybe someone really hated him,
wanted to hurt his family.
All I can tell you is
when I examined Mr. Durning,
there were no signs
of foul play.
I don't agree.
This little mark here
between his second and third toe
on his right foot
looks like the site
of a hypodermic injection.
Looks more like
a flea bite to me.
Oh, that would've been
one nasty flea.
And it would've
had to have bitten him
under his shoe, which he decided
to tie left-handed
for the first time in his life.
There are no visible effects
you would expect to see
if he were poisoned.
The lungs,
kidneys, sclera...
they were all normal.
I don't know what you think
he was injected with.
Well, that's the problem.
We'll never know
because you didn't order
a full toxicology report.
You didn't even order
a basic panel.
Mr. Durning's arteries made him
a candidate for a double bypass.
He was overweight,
he was 72 years old.
And now he's a briquette.
You've seen my report, ladies.
I have nothing to add.
Maybe you just need
to think a bit harder.
Kitty.
I need to get
back to work.
She didn't miss that
injection mark, she was lying.
Obviously.
She barely looked either of us
in the eye the whole time.
She had her arms crossed,
she had her torso
faced towards the door.
Yeah, she wanted us
out of there.
She got what
she wanted.
You should've let me
give her a shoeing.
You really think
that would've helped?
Wouldn't have hurt.
Well, me.
Are you all right?
I'm fine. Why?
Well, you look tired.
It's just jet lag.
Yeah, now whose arms are folded?
It's cold out here, Watson.
Another errand?
Let me know when you hear
from Sherlock, will you?
Well, none of this
makes any sense.
If Cy was murdered,
how is it nobody noticed it?
Our colleagues are looking
into that as we speak.
You said you remembered
the Kotite case.
Oh, it got a lot of attention.
After all was said and done,
all he got was four years.
I mean, who would kill
three people
over a four-year sentence?
The last couple of months,
did you or your husband
notice anything unusual?
Hang-up phone calls
threatening messages,
that sort of thing?
No.
I... Years ago,
when Cy was still working,
there was harassment like that.
People were not happy
that they or their loved ones
were going to prison.
It was one of the reasons
why we retired here,
to get away from that.
I thought we had.
The day that Cy died,
what do you remember
about the day?
Um, I went out to do
some grocery shopping.
When I came back, I found him.
He was on the floor there.
He was so cold.
Uh, they said that he died
right after I left.
I keep thinking, if I hadn't
been in such a rush,
I could've been there for him.
I could've called
the paramedics.
But if what you're
saying is true...
The person who did this
might've been waiting for you
to leave that day.
Um, did you happen to notice
anyone strange in the area?
That day, I...
It-It's something
of a blur, honestly.
There is some
evidence which suggests,
uh, the person
we're looking for
may have short, cropped hair.
Dyed red.
Might be a bit older.
Yes, I...
A man just like that
was standing right outside,
there on the sidewalk.
He smiled at me as I drove away.
And what else do you
remember about him?
How sure are we this is our guy?
Mrs. Durning
said that's who she saw
when she left the house
right before
her husband's heart attack.
She also remembered
he was carrying a briefcase.
Good bet it contained
a hypodermic needle
and whatever tools he needed
to break into the Durning home.
Local PD are
circulating the sketch,
but we're gonna
take it over
to the morgue in
Paramus personally,
see if anyone
there saw this guy
make contact with the M.E.
who missed the murder.
I've been trying
to get a warrant
for Kotite's phone records.
I'm hoping we can track
this guy down from the call
that Kotite must've made
after you goosed him
at his club yesterday.
A warrant would be worthwhile,
but I can guarantee you
that he did not call
his assassin after I left.
Obviously, he told the guy
to go down to the cemetery
to clean his mess up.
He did. I just don't think
he did it over the phone.
The assassin was
at the club, you see.
I passed him on my way out.
He didn't seem suspicious
at first, but after Mrs. Durning
began to describing
the man that she saw,
I realized I'd
seen him as well.
Drew that sketch myself.
Hello?
No, it's okay.
It's only half past 8:00 here.
I told you, I'm not sure
when I'll be back.
This will take
as long as it takes.
Margaret, stop!
You got my text.
Yes, I did.
Watson, this is Margaret.
You know this woman?
Yeah, she's my friend.
A very nosy friend, but she is
a friend nonetheless.
I'm sorry.
I didn't know.
I-I thought you broke in.
I thought you were
trying to take him.
Take who?
Her baby.
I'm his nanny.
His name's Archie.
His father and I went
to university together.
Or at least we did before I...
you know, before I had
my troubles.
I just bumped into him
when I got back to London.
It was... it was
really nice, wasn't it?
Then we were
together for a while,
and then we weren't,
then we were.
Archie was a surprise.
But the best one I've ever had.
His dad and I are on
different paths now,
but when it comes to Archie,
he's been great.
He's so... supportive,
and he's so present.
Between him and Margaret,
I have everything I need.
He's beautiful.
Yes, he is.
He's also very needy.
When he's hungry,
he won't let anyone feed him,
apart from his mum.
Will you, you little monkey?
So that's why you've been
sneaking off the last few days.
Yeah, it's also why I've not
been getting much sleep.
He's teething and so on.
I would say he's
the fussiest man I've ever met,
but we both know I'd be lying.
Do you mind?
No.
What do you say, Archie?
You stay agreeable
for your Aunty Watson?
Hi. Hi, hi, hi.
Hi.
Well, you've done it now,
you've made my list of sitters.
"Aunty Watson."
I like it.
You know Sherlock
used to call me that?
Of course, I was
"the Anti-Watson."
I mean, after everything
you've been through,
I mean, you're a mom now,
it's amazing.
So why wouldn't you,
uh, tell us about Archie?
Why keep him a secret?
I know what you two are like.
You're going after a man
who's financed three murders.
The second you found out
I had a baby on board,
you would've benched me.
- No.
- "No"?
No, there's more to it
than that, I can tell.
After all
this is over,
after we prove
Kotite's guilty, um...
I'm quitting.
Quitting?
Being a detective.
I'm gonna stay on with
the group I told you about,
but strictly as a counselor.
I just don't know how
Sherlock's gonna take it.
Wait, you don't think
he'd be happy for you?
He dedicated a year
of his life to me.
He-he taught me,
and he gave me structure,
he gave me purpose.
This thing we do,
this isn't just a job to him,
it's-it's...
it's something much more,
and I'm just gonna
turn my back on it.
I'm just...
I'm scared he's gonna
be disappointed.
I mean, I understand why you'd
be nervous, but respectfully,
I think you're
selling him short.
I mean, he deserves to know
that you're happy.
Right?
Dr. Wilkerson,
I'm Detective Bell.
You already know
my colleagues.
Why am I looking
at a picture of a man
who was shot to death?
Oh, she does recognize
a murder when she sees one.
We thought
you were gonna say
we're looking at the work
of the world's biggest flea.
I owe you a Coke, Watson.
Does that man
look familiar to you?
No.
So you've never seen him before?
No.
You're positive?
Does "no" mean
the same thing
in New York
that it means in New Jersey?
Just answer the question.
I've never seen that man before.
Well, that's funny
because Detective Bell
met a witness last night
that says that
that man paid a visit
to your morgue last week.
He talked to you for a while.
Our witness couldn't
make out the details,
but if we had to guess,
he was offering you money
to help him cover up
the murder of Cy Durning.
Have you
ever heard of a man
named Eli Kotite?
No.
Is he the man in the sketch?
No, he's the man
behind the man in the sketch.
See, Mr. Kotite had
an ax to grind with Cy Durning.
He paid the killer,
the killer paid you.
When Cy Durning turned up
on your autopsy table,
you looked
the other way.
Took what should've
been a homicide
and called it a natural death.
Nonsense.
You're a terrible person,
Dr. Wilkerson.
But you're not
the most terrible,
at least not
in this case.
We want Kotite and his assassin.
You tell Detective Bell here
everything you know about them,
and who knows?
You might dodge
a prison sentence.
No.
There is no witness.
You're making him up.
The day you
met with the man
in the sketch,
you had a coffee stain
on your lab coat, right here.
Does that sound like
a detail we made up?
Are you arresting me?
No, not yet.
Then I'm leaving.
You should know, Dr. Wilkerson,
we are seeking a warrant
for your financial records
as we speak.
If there's a money trail
between you and Eli Kotite,
we will find it.
If you're lucky,
we'll get it before
he has his man
pay you a second visit.
You're quite certain
this is everything?
Everything so far.
The captain has
just sent through
some additional
bank records.
Good. 'Cause if there's
any proof in these documents
that Dr. Wilkerson took a bribe
from Eli Kotite,
it's doing a good job
of hiding itself.
She'll be back soon.
Hmm?
Watson, with the food.
You keep looking at your watch.
I'm not hungry, actually.
Wouldn't know it from
the amount of food you ordered.
Who needs pizza and pasta?
Here we are.
Found something?
Dr. Wilkerson received
a $50,000 wire transfer
from a Caymanian bank
not 12 hours after she signed
Cy Durning's autopsy report.
You think that account
belongs to Eli Kotite?
I think that, like many
slimy bond traders before him,
he has multiple
off-shore accounts
in the Caymans.
And while their laws make the
Swiss look like chatterboxes,
I think I know a way
to prove that this one's his.
You say you're not
waiting for Watson,
but that is
the third time
you've checked your watch
in the last 30 minutes.
And now that you're
standing close to me,
I can tell that your heart
is virtually pounding,
so is something amiss?
The truth is, I've asked
someone to meet me here.
That's why I've ordered
extra food.
Who?
Someone I want you to meet.
Someone important.
Sorry we're late.
The first Verdammt taxi
that came
couldn't accommodate
the car seat.
Sherlock Holmes.
Kitty's been expecting you.
It's not Margaret
I wanted you to meet.
It's him.
This is Archie, my son.
This, uh... I...
Sorry, uh...
Excuse me one moment.
Sherlock Holmes.
Mr. Holmes, this is Eli Kotite.
Mr. Kotite, would you believe
I was just talking about you?
I think we should meet again.
In person.
Already in the works, actually.
In fact, a large contingent
of police and I
should be knocking on your door
at about 9:45 in the morning.
I-I don't understand.
The bribe that you wired to the
medical examiner in New Jersey
originated in Grand Cayman.
Now, you might be expecting
that corrupt isle
to keep your secrets,
but you forget
who my father is, again.
When the banks open,
the truth will out,
and then your fate
will be sealed.
The truth is that
I had nothing to do
with those murders.
You agree the deaths
were not divine providence?
As a matter of fact, I do.
That's why I'm calling.
I think I may even know
who's behind them.
Well, then, don't keep me
in suspense.
This line may not be secure.
Can you meet me
at the club in 30 minutes?
I could, but I'd rather not.
Meet me.
If I can't convince you
I'm onto something,
you have my word, I'll answer
every question you have,
without my lawyers present.
All right, 30 minutes.
Sherlock...
I'll be back, shortly.
Glenn?
Need something, sir?
Bring the car around.
I'll meet you downstairs.
I don't think
there will be more questions,
but if any come up,
I'll be in touch.
In fact, there should
be many more questions.
Especially regarding
the nine millimeter found
on Mr. Kotite's person.
I get it, okay? You don't think
this was a suicide, but...
If he wanted
to kill himself,
he had a much easier way
tucked in his trousers.
All due respect, I don't think
there's any way to prove
that shooting yourself
is easier than
jumping off a building.
Isn't this just
a "different strokes
for different folks"
kind of deal?
If he really was the
architect of three murders
and he killed
himself, capital.
But I spoke to him just
moments before he died,
and I'm not convinced.
He told you the real killer
was out there?
It's not what he said,
it's how he said it.
The timbre of his
voice was even,
the pace was
steady, unrushed.
I believe that he believed
in his innocence.
All right,
devil's advocate here.
Killing yourself is
a pretty strong indicator
of poor mental health.
He wanted to meet in person
because he thought
someone might be
listening in on the call.
He's apparently been
carrying a gun in his belt.
Agreed, all consistent
with clinical paranoia.
Right, so is it really
that crazy to think
that the guy was
just having a breakdown?
He got his vengeance,
and he didn't want
to face the consequences.
What am I missing?
Look, if you need me,
I'll be at the precinct.
Kitty.
We're pretty sure we just found
our fourth murder
that's been disguised
as something else.
Marcus and I were just
discussing that possibility.
What did you and Watson find?
It's what we didn't find
that's important.
It's raining now,
but the balcony's railing
was covered in
this thin layer of soot.
But the thing is,
there weren't any smudges.
Mr. Kotite is paralyzed
from the waist down,
and his hands are clean.
I'm assuming the railing is
at least three
and a half feet high?
Yeah, this one's nearly four.
So how did he put himself over
without leaving any marks?
There's nothing on the balcony
he could've grabbed hold of.
Watson and I are pretty sure
that someone threw him off.
So, summing up,
we're wrong about everything.
Eli Kotite was not
the financier
of three carefully
concealed murders,
he was next in line.
Maybe the assassin
he hired realized
we were onto him
and got nervous.
Killed Kotite to tie up
a loose end.
Killers that meticulous,
they don't get nervous.
And as I said before,
I believe that Kotite
was telling the truth
when he said
someone else
was responsible.
Shame we didn't get
to show him your sketch.
We could've got a name
to go with the face.
34,000 police officers
scoured the city for this man...
not a nibble.
Whoever he is, he's elusive.
A mouse in a wall
is elusive.
This man's more like a goryo,
sprung from Japanese folklore.
Ghosts? Seriously?
Well, whoever he is,
he was able to toss a man
off a building
without leaving
subdermal bruising,
defensive wounds, or any sign
of a hypodermic injection.
He didn't leave a trace
of himself on the lobby
security camera either.
And it's pretty interesting
that their system
suffered a glitch
20 minutes before
Kotite took a header.
Again, I offer the possibility
of a killer ghost.
Actually, I think
whatever happened
to that surveillance video
is our best clue.
It's an expensive system,
so whoever knocked out
those cameras
had to have a certain level
of technical sophistication.
That's interesting,
but I don't see
how that helps with
where to look for a culprit.
I think I'll start
the search in our library.
What the hell?
Go. Get her somewhere safe,
somewhere off the grid.
What, you think
they're looking for me?
I think that they're
government agents,
and they managed
to violate our home
without triggering
any of the alarms,
and that suggests
a certain level
of technical sophistication,
don't you?
Wait, you think the government
is behind everything?
There's a way to find out.
Who's in charge here?
Mr. Holmes.
Just the man
I've been looking for.
I could say the same thing.
I'm Anson Gephardt. I work for
the Defense Intelligence Agency.
I'm here to place you
under arrest.
On what grounds?
All will be made clear,
Mr. Holmes.
Just do yourself a favor,
don't resist.
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