Elementary (2012–…): Season 5, Episode 23 - Scrambled - full transcript
A murder investigation puts Holmes and Watson in the crosshairs of one of NYC's deadliest gangs. A mysterious woman causes Holmes to act erratically.
WATSON:
Previously on Elementary...
SHINWELL:
I'm looking for Joan.
Mr. Johnson, I presume.
Call me Shinwell.
You're a former
drug dealer, correct?
Former drug user.
Going from being
a doctor to this?
It's must've
been hard, right?
Yeah, actually, it was.
I'm trying to change, too.
This is the Bronx,
SBK territory.
South Bronx Killers?
HOLMES: Shinwell's still
engaged with SBK.
Right, but he still
wants to bring SBK down.
I offered that we train you
to be an informant.
We can teach you
the skills you require
to survive
that undertaking.
I'm telling you,
Doc, I'm close.
A couple more months,
and this will all be over.
SBK and their top brass
will go away forever.
(knocks at door)
WATSON: Shinwell?
(lightbulb buzzes)
Shinwell!
GREGSON:
Joan.
Joan?
You all right?
We can go if you wish.
No, we should talk to
Shinwell's neighbors.
It's already done.
No one heard or saw
anything suspicious.
You may have arrived just
minutes after the killer left,
but it might as well
have been years.
This scene is as cold
as they come.
GREGSON; You said
your friend was working
for the department as a C.I.,
he was undercover in SBK?
That's right.
GREGSON:
Gang informants
have two jobs that
can get them killed.
I get what
this looks like,
him getting stabbed in the back.
WATSON: That's what
this gang does to snitches.
You stab them in the back,
they do the same to you.
It's been that way for years.
There's no sign of forced entry.
Whoever did this may have
been sent because Shinwell
was willing to let them in.
We trained him.
He would never
turn his back on someone
he didn't trust completely.
It was SBK, I'm sure of it.
Do you have any idea
why he invited you down here?
He said he was making progress,
moving up in the gang.
Whatever he needed,
he knew I'd try to help him.
You were that close?
It was complicated.
I believed in what he was doing.
EMS:
Captain.
GREGSON: I don't know if
it's any consolation,
but we're gonna
find the guy who did this.
I've always found it
one of your most
commendable qualities,
that you're more
forgiving of other people
than you are
of yourself.
But this was not your fault.
None of it was.
Shinwell was
on this path
long before we came across him.
He knew better than anyone
it could end this way.
I don't feel responsible.
I'm angry.
And I'm not sure
that I'm ready to say
that his path was a dead end.
What do you mean?
Say we find the person
who killed him, so what?
That person was just
following orders,
protecting his boss, making sure
that nothing changes,
so the drugs keep flowing
and the bodies keep piling up.
Shinwell was trying
to do something important.
We have to decide
whether that died tonight, too.
You sure you want to do this?
Well, get some sleep then,
Watson.
Tomorrow morning
we go to war with
one of New York's
deadliest gangs.
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(elevator dings)
Detective Guzman.
Thanks for coming
down here so quickly.
Of course, no worries.
Entire gang unit feels like
they were punched in the gut.
Shinwell was a good C.I., but...
he was your friend.
Sorry for the loss.
Thank you.
I brought
what you asked for.
Happy to give you
the rundown on SBK,
but I got to warn you,
the pool of suspects
on this is huge.
There's about 200 people on the
street that could've done this.
That's all right,
Sherlock and I
aren't really looking
at the case
that way.
What do you mean?
We're hoping you can
bring us up to speed on the
person who's really responsible.
We want the head of SBK.
Well, hell,
I like the sound of that.
Bonzi Folsom, that's our guy.
Head of SBK since 2004.
13 years.
Where I grew up, no one was king
of the hill for more than three.
Yeah, Bonzi's probably sneaking
up on some sort of record.
Helps when you get started
as young as he did.
Raised by a single mom,
grew up with a few
half brothers and sisters
in Section 8 housing.
First arrest at 14.
GUZMAN:
First and last.
He was suspected of a few gang
murders in his teens,
but never enough to charge.
Made it to the throne at 21
and we haven't laid
a glove on him since.
He must be careful.
That would be
the understatement of the year.
He's downright paranoid.
Ruthless, too.
Pretty deadly combo.
So, if this is who
we're going after,
what's the best angle?
Your guess is as good as mine.
We've thrown
the kitchen sink
at Bonzi Folsom; nothing sticks.
Over the years,
we've brought cases
against dozens
of his people;
nobody ever flips.
Never?
Usually, they're too afraid
of what would happen to
their families if they talked.
What about
electronic surveillance?
We're up on all their phones;
it's a waste of time.
Nobody in the gang ever talks
business on the open line.
So how do they communicate?
Everything is face-to-face?
We don't know.
Bonzi mostly
stays holed up
in his apartment.
He lives on the top floor
of the Greenwood Projects.
Probably because it's right
in the middle of his territory.
Crazy thing is,
he almost never
gets any visitors.
And we have eyes on
his place at all times,
and we never see anybody
come or go.
You make him
sound like a hermit.
It's weirder than that.
He keeps a couple of girls
in his place 24/7,
couple of guards, too,
but they go where he goes.
We got eyes on his social media.
But it's about as exciting
as your average
soccer mom's.
Take a look.
BELL: “Ten old sitcom stars
that are getting fat.
Number six will amaze you.”
So, I got to ask,
given how little
you've got on the guy,
how can you be so sure
he's the one
running the gang?
Trust me.
Nobody who lives
in SBK territory has any doubt.
And we didn't build
this org chart
based on whispers in the street.
Shinwell wasn't
the first C.I. we've lost,
he was our third.
All of them said Bonzi
was the shot-caller,
all of them got
taken out on his orders.
We just can't prove it.
Perhaps Mr. Folsom's family
are aware of his methods.
Have you tried talking to
his half brother, Tyus Wilcox?
We had high hopes for Tyus.
A bright guy, sort of the
black sheep of the family
because he didn't
go into the drug trade.
Won't take
Bonzi's money.
He's a small business
consultant, lives in Midtown.
And?
And we approached him
a couple years back,
after Bonzi put him
in the hospital
with a broken jaw.
He's been estranged from
the family ever since,
but he still won't talk to us.
HOLMES: Well, perhaps
he just hasn't been
properly motivated yet.
I think I might have
a remedy for that.
Yes. Thank you very much,
Agent Burke,
we appreciate it.
Right, so it's as I suspected.
Bonzi Folsom's mother, Odette,
can be prosecuted
under federal law.
For cheating on her taxes?
Well, cheating implies intent.
I think someone just made
a tabulation error.
But the salient fact is
that she owed $10,000 more
than she paid in 2012.
Looks like Ms. Folsom's
doing all right for herself.
GUZMAN: SBK members
mostly get paid cash,
but Bonzi's family lives large.
They have to be
able to show income
to keep the feds off their back.
So they get paid
for no-show jobs
and a couple of, uh,
car washes and an arcade.
Bonzi owns them through
shell corporations.
It's an elegant scheme,
but one that
requires better maths
than are displayed
on Odette's 1099
Our friend at the Bureau says
that it's a fringe case,
but he will support us
if we want to use it
to lean on Tyus.
WATSON:
If he loves his mother,
he won't want to see her
prosecuted for tax fraud.
I just can't believe
we missed this.
Could I talk to you
for a second?
What's up?
Not to put too fine
a point on it,
but I don't think you and Marcus
should feel obligated
to take Guzman with you when
you go to speak to Mr. Wilcox.
The gang unit didn't
get anywhere in 13 years,
I think it's past time
for new blood.
Mm. What about you?
You're not coming?
I know it's bad timing,
but I have to go to a meeting.
Is everything okay?
Yeah. It will be.
HOLMES: My name is Sherlock
and I'm an addict.
GROUP:
Hi, Sherlock.
Some time ago,
my business partner and I,
we started working
with a man who
needed to change,
but just couldn't.
Any-Anyway...
yesterday,
it all ended in failure.
Tragedy, actually.
The-The man of whom I speak,
he was, he was not an addict,
but he was attempting
a recovery of sorts.
(sighs deeply)
In many respects,
he just didn't try hard enough.
It just,
it-it reminded me that, uh,
that I need to try harder.
GROUP LEADER:
Would anyone else like to share?
TAYLOR: Hi. My name is Taylor,
and I'm an addict.
GROUP:
Hi, Taylor.
WOMAN:
Sherlock?
I'm sorry about your friend.
Thank you,
but he wasn't my friend.
Well, the thing is, I've known
you a good deal longer
than that lot.
You've got more on your mind.
Yeah, I suppose I do.
I'm always here to listen.
It is sort of my job.
HOLMES: Several weeks ago,
in Bronxville,
911 received a call
from a high school senior
named Luke Munro.
He said an intruder
had broken into his family home
and strangled his girlfriend,
a girl named Mira Tunney.
When the police arrived,
Mira was dead.
Ligature marks indicated
that she had been choked
with a metal chain.
Luke had similar marks
on the palms of his hands.
Now, he claimed that the wounds
were the result of a struggle
with Mira's killer,
who fled the scene.
The police thought they were
much more likely caused
when Luke killed Mira himself.
There were rumors
that she'd been unfaithful.
Problem was, the murder weapon
could not be found.
And there were no indications
that Luke had ever
left the scene.
Now, the detective
charged with the case,
was an acquaintance of mine
called Perkins.
He, he invited me
to attend Luke's interrogation.
When it concluded,
I told Perkins
that everything I'd heard
was a lie.
I mean, the young man's haptics
were in direct contrast
to the story he was peddling.
I predicted it was a matter
of time before the weapon
that he used was found,
and, uh... I encouraged Perkins
to arrest him on the spot,
which he did.
Well, that sounds
like a very positive outcome.
So what's the problem?
Well, a couple of days ago,
Luke Munro fashioned
a noose out of some sheets
and hung himself
in his jail cell.
And he left a note
in which he swore
he did not hurt Mira Tunney.
Well, he won't be
the first killer
to go to his grave
protesting his innocence.
And if the great
Sherlock Holmes
thought he was lying, well,
that's typically rather
a strong indicator of guilt, no?
I never visited the crime scene.
I never spoke to the friends
and family of the victim,
or the alleged killer.
You were never asked to.
And the chain
still hasn't been found.
What if that's because Luke
Munro was telling the truth,
and the real culprit
took it with him when he fled?
You can sit down if you want,
but this isn't gonna take long.
I don't have anything to say.
Well, I'm sorry to hear that,
Mr. Wilcox.
When we spoke on the phone,
it sounded like you were willing
to cooperate.
Well, I didn't want my mom
to suffer for Bonzi's mistakes.
Now, I'll talk to you,
and pay her back taxes
if that's what it takes,
but I don't have anything
that's gonna help you.
Your mother
takes money from Bonzi.
Blood money that he makes
from selling drugs.
She does the best she can.
BELL: Did she do
the best she could
raising Bonzi?
Matter of fact, yeah, she did.
Look at me.
He and I grew up
in the same house.
Right. You got good grades,
you went to good schools,
you started
your own business doing...
I'm sorry.
What is it you do here?
Complex systems analysis.
Right. That's not exactly
slinging drugs
and killing people.
I mean, is that
why he broke your jaw?
He wanted to take you
down a peg?
I told him
I was worried about him.
He'd always used
his own product,
but I thought
it was getting worse.
I guess he didn't appreciate
the concern.
He resents you. Your education,
the life you've built.
My brother isn't jealous.
He thinks I'm weak.
He's a lot smarter
than I am.
There's nothing average
about him.
BELL:
We don't disagree.
Bonzi's been staying a step
ahead for a long, long time.
Our gang unit
can't even figure out
how he directs his organization,
how they communicate.
And you think I know
how he talks to his people?
He doesn't even talk to me.
Come on, Mr. Wilcox.
You grew up with this guy.
We haven't been in the
same room for two years.
I have no clue
how he runs things.
I'm not allowed anywhere
near him or his place.
Really? Because that photo looks
like it was taken at New Year's.
Those are Bonzi's
daughters,
right?
Yeah.
But I didn't take that picture.
He put that up online.
That's the only way
I get to see them anymore.
I'm telling you.
I don't know that man
any better than you do.
Hey, how was the meeting?
Uneventful.
How did it go
with Bonzi's little brother?
He's on the outside
looking in,
just like the NYPD.
The only difference is,
the way he keeps tabs
on his brother
is a little more useful than
the department's surveillance.
What are you talking about?
He stays current
on Bonzi's social media,
something we should start doing.
I think it's how
Bonzi runs his gang.
You know why he posted this?
Either to celebrate or protest
the current president. Without
knowing Mr. Folsom's feelings
on bearded dragons,
it would be difficult to say.
The picture is beside the point.
His whole feed
is random junk like this.
Family photos, recipes,
political memes,
birthday wishes.
It looks as innocent
as Guzman said it was.
But there's more to it
than meets the eye?
Check out the filename.
Now, lots of social
media platforms
use randomized
strings of letters
to link to images
from other sites,
but that's not what this is.
He uploaded that image
from his own computer.
And he named it himself.
I think it's a code,
instructions
only his guys can read.
You haven't cracked it yet?
Not yet.
I've run a bunch of these
through Mason's
decryption software, but so far,
I've come up empty.
(phone chimes)
According to Marcus, Bonzi
Folsom just called the police.
He says he has
information
regarding Shinwell's murder.
What do you want
to bet the elevator's
not really out of order,
and this guy's
just screwing with us?
You might've raised
that possibility in the lobby.
Cops here.
What's up, detectives?
You must be the one
I talked to on the phone.
I'm Marcus Bell.
This is Sherlock
Holmes, Joan Watson.
Thank you for having
us in your home.
I see it wasn't
just paid for by cocaine,
but your decorator
was also a fan.
Hard work paid
for this home, man.
I'm not a drug dealer,
I'm a community leader.
HOLMES:
What a coincidence,
that the community you lead
is teeming with drugs.
BELL:
Look, you called us,
Mr. Folsom. What's this about?
Look, people in this community,
they, they trust me.
And I, I hear things.
I can't tell you where I heard
this one thing in particular,
but I think I know something
about that guy
they pulled out of that building
on 124th street.
Shinwell Johnson.
You can say his name.
Yeah, um, Shinwell.
You're gonna want to talk
to this dude,
lives around the way.
Goes by Tall Boy.
You're talking about
Laquan Eversley.
He's one of your people.
You, you're a bad listener.
I got nothing
to do with SBK.
What I heard is Tall Boy
stabbed your man,
and chucked the knife
in a dumpster
behind the Y
down the block.
If I was you, I'd go look.
That's all I know.
We know what you're doing.
Oh, yeah? What's that?
You're selling out one of your
people to tie this thing off.
You think that Tall Boy's
gonna take the fall,
and we'll take the win, and
we'll stop looking deeper.
But you're wrong, because
Shinwell is dead because of you.
And we're not gonna stop
until you're behind bars.
That's all right,
that's all right, fellas.
Just 'cause she
wants to get hostile
doesn't mean that we have to.
I think it's time
for y'all to go.
(door opens)
Do you remember me?
I'm Joan Watson.
I work with the detectives
who brought you in here.
I was friends with Shinwell.
You're here
because earlier tonight,
a switchblade was found
that was consistent
with the type
that was used to kill him.
It had your
fingerprints
and traces of his blood on it.
We know that you killed him.
I'm talking to you
because I think
that's what he would've wanted.
A long time ago,
SBK had him
kill a friend, too.
He never got over it.
The pain that you're feeling
right now?
I don't think
he would've wanted that for you.
In fact, if he were still here,
I think he would forgive you.
You are not
as important to the police
as the person
who ordered the murder.
So give them a name, and I think
you can spare yourself
some time in prison.
You think I'm a snitch?
I think you're in
a lot of trouble.
(laughs)
You think I killed someone
for talking to the police,
and now I'm gonna talk, too?
No, of course not.
Because SBK has a code.
You and your friends,
you don't talk.
But who do you think told them
about the switchblade?
Who do you think
told them where it was?
You gonna try to tell me
it was one of my boys.
No, it wasn't one of your boys.
It was Bonzi Folsom.
SBK, they're not your friends,
Laquan.
They used you
for what they needed,
and then they threw you away.
Shinwell,
he was your friend.
No.
Shin wasn't my friend,
he was a rat.
You acting like the
police want to help me.
Only, where were they
when my mom's boyfriend
chased me out of the house
when I was 13, huh?
Where were they when I
didn't have a place to live,
or food to eat?
SBK took me in.
They took care of me.
And they trusted me
to take care of them.
Just like they trusted Shinwell.
They my family.
And I'm not saying
anything against them.
Not ever.
Hey.
Chin up.
You made a good run in there.
Maybe his lawyer
can talk some sense into him.
Get him to take a deal?
I wouldn't count on it.
Our gang unit's had plenty
of shots at this crew.
SBK guys don't flip.
WATSON: I thought
he might be different.
You found one?
GREGSON:
What is that?
This is an Enigma machine.
During the Second World War,
this device
represented
a transformative leap forward
in cryptography.
It is a product of pure genius.
What's it doing here?
We're keeping up
with the Joneses.
Or rather, keeping up
with the Folsoms, Bonzi Folsom.
He had the very same
model in his apartment.
HOLMES: I noticed it
tucked under his desk.
Didn't quite fit with
the rest of his aesthetic.
Every day, Mr. Folsom uses
his Enigma machine
to encrypt messages
he wants to send
to his SBK brethren.
He then takes
the ensuing codes
and disguises them
as filenames
on his social media feed.
His cronies, then,
using their own
Enigma machines,
decrypt the messages,
carry out the orders.
There are digital Enigma
simulators online,
but Bonzi uses a real one.
So we thought we'd
better get one, too,
in case he modifies his
to affect the encryption.
How long before
we're reading his mail?
Might take a while.
We've narrowed it down
to 100 billion
substitution codes.
The machine has
four rotors.
Each rotor has
26 contact pins
representing the letters
of the alphabet.
WATSON: What we need
to do is figure out
how SBK synchronizes
their settings
to their machines,
and then we'll have them.
Excuse me a moment,
would you?
We've been over this.
I know.
I'm not supposed
to come here.
I just wanted to see
how you were doing.
You seemed so troubled
yesterday.
Well, actually,
I'm doing better.
I believe I've determined
why the police in Bronxville
were unable to
locate the chain
which was used to
kill Mira Tunney.
Oh?
Well, they made the mistake
of questioning some
of Luke Munro's story,
but not all of it.
He claimed that she was
killed inside his home.
I think the deed
was done elsewhere.
I think he moved the body
before he called 911.
The Munro's neighbor is
a divorced father of two,
often away on business.
So over the last few months,
Luke and his friends
have taken to partying
in his backyard.
I found these
on social media.
Is that him?
Mm-hmm.
Luke Munro.
Note the chains on the swing
he's sitting on.
You think he used one
of those to strangle Mira?
The spacing on the links
appears to be a match
for the ligatures
on her neck.
So he killed her
in the neighbor's yard,
and carried her back
to his house.
I'm planning to visit the scene
at my earliest convenience.
I'm hoping there'll
be some blood
from either his hands
or Mira's neck
on the offending chain.
Well, I'm happy for you.
You can rest
a bit easier now.
Can I?
I don't understand.
I'll be very clear.
Don't come here again.
(birds singing)
WATSON:
Good morning.
You haven't changed
since yesterday.
I haven't slept.
Now I couldn't sleep,
even if I tried.
After you went to bed,
I kept working
on the big question.
So how do Bonzi's
toadies know
which Enigma settings to use
to translate his messages?
Yes.
So take a look at the blinds
in these surveillance photos
of Bonzi's place.
Hmm.
So he's taken to bending
different slats on his windows.
The blinds have more
than 40 slats,
but he never goes
below the 26th one.
26 letters in the alphabet.
Four different gears
on this model of Enigma.
Four blinds
flipped every day.
Anyone looking up at his
window could see them.
I've been decoding his
old messages since midnight.
Look.
Oh, that's unfortunate.
He's careful, right?
Hmm, not only does the man
communicate in code,
everything he says
is euphemistic.
He never comes right out
and says what he means,
but I think I
understand his slang.
So, this picture's
filename reads,
“If T needs fresh,
get him an orange”"
“T” is obviously
an SBK dealer,
and according to the files
we got from the gang unit,
SBK likes to use
different color paper
to wrap different
quantities of drugs.
So orange is
a kilo of coke.
Mr. Folsom could
plausibly deny
the meaning of any
of these messages.
The captain
agrees with you.
I woke him up with
this two hours ago.
He said the D.A. needs
proof that we're
interpreting the
gang's lingo correctly.
You know what would go
a long way to that end?
A successful sting
based on intercepted
and properly decoded
SBK messages?
There's one in the offing?
Actually, one should have
already gone down.
Marcus took a tactical unit
to a spot where a deal
was supposed
to take place.
We'll be able to
show the D.A. that
we knew where to go
thanks to this little gem.
“Pick up 10 oranges at grandma's
for breakfast. 8:30.”
“Grandma” is
the street name
of a suspected
SBK associate.
He runs a bodega near
the Port of New York.
Well, you seem to have
everything well in hand.
I should sleep in
more often.
(phone ringing)
(ringing)
Hello?
GREGSON:
We go a problem.
Our bust just went bust.
What are you talking about?
At 8:30 we saw two known SBK
members enter the bodega.
When they moved out,
we moved in.
Only they didn't have
any drugs on them.
That can't be.
Bonzi's message said,
“Pick up 10 oranges.”
Yeah, it did. And you want
to know what we found
on these guys?
Actual oranges.
I don't know how,
but Bonzi Folsom
realized we were onto him.
Try and bring any of this
to the D.A. now, and he'll say,
“This just proves that when SBK
“talks about oranges,
they're talking about produce.”
Captain, look at this.
Joan, take a look
at Bonzi's feed.
He killed it.
More than that.
He killed any
chance we had
of using it against him.
All the A.D.A.s were passing
this one around last week.
People think the baby looks like
Judge Natrino.
Yeah, well, we're
pretty sure
Bonzi Folsom posted that
to order the beating
of a shopkeeper.
The guy tried to
shoo SBK dealers
away from his business,
now he's in a coma.
You're “pretty sure.”
So what I'm looking at,
they represent
all of Mr. Folsom's
communication with SBK
during the past five years?
Yeah, it was all archived
before he deleted his account.
You mean before
your failed operation.
What went wrong there, guys?
BELL:
Look, a few days ago I went
to Mr. Folsom's home
with two of our consultants.
One of them noticed
an encryption device
in his apartment.
Now, it could be Mr. Folsom
noticed him noticing,
realized that we could
get up on their
communications.
The operation this morning,
we went looking
for a smoking gun,
we didn't get it.
But, Nelson, there's still
plenty of smoke there.
Those messages in your hand,
they direct SBK members
to buy and sell drugs,
to kill people.
Even without the confirmation
that we know every bit
of their slang,
the pattern ought to suggest
that there's
a pretty strong case
against Folsom.
I've got to disagree
with you, Captain.
I can't go
point the finger
without proof of
what all this means.
I'm sorry.
These guys have been
dropping bodies
all over the Bronx
for almost two decades.
Then keep combing through
these old messages.
You got a ton, right?
There's got to be some kind of
handhold for you in here.
Find me something
and come back.
Preferably when I'm
not late for court.
(ringing)
How'd it go?
GREGSON:
Uh, about as well as we thought.
The D.A.'s not
gonna go for it.
We need another angle
on Bonzi Folsom.
HOLMES (over phone):
Actually, we're not sure we do.
We think we've found a new way
to attack SBK.
So Sherlock and I
went through
all of SBK's
old messages.
A few of them actually
mention names--
civilians who don't appear
to have anything
to do with the gang.
“Matthew Katzman,
“Neal Watters, Carol Logan,
Kristen Hargis.”
Who are these people?
A bank employee from SoHo,
a developer from Chelsea,
two Midtown real estate
investors.
Money people, basically.
You think they're the ones
who help the gang
launder their cash?
Unlikely.
By the time they show up
on Bonzi's social media feed,
these individuals were
already dead.
WATSON:
Most of the killings were
run-of-the-mill street
crimes, never solved.
A carjacking,
a couple of robberies.
HOLMES:
The messages we found
make reference to them
as examples.
“J gonna end up
like Neal Watters.
Take B Dog to Carol Logan.”
Once again, it is not
the dispositive proof
the D.A. is looking for,
but we think
that they might be
references to past hits
carried out by the gang.
We're pretty sure
all four were killed
so that someone else
could profit.
Bonzi's half brother,
Tyus Wilcox.
His consulting firm would have
put him in contact
with all of them.
He must have
wanted them dead.
I don't understand.
Why would Bonzi help
his little brother?
They had a falling-out.
They don't even
talk anymore.
They allege to not talk anymore.
And as you'll recall,
their falling-out
was quite public--
staged ones often are.
Okay, but they didn't need
to pretend
to hate each other for Bonzi
to do Tyus a few favors.
We think that Bonzi
punching Tyus
wasn't about hiding
a few favors.
We think it was about
hiding a partnership.
Tyus Wilcox is a
small-business guru.
His brother's gang just
might be his biggest client.
Last time we talked,
I told you everything I knew.
No, the last time we
talked, you left out
the fact that you're
a criminal mastermind.
Matthew Katzman,
Kristen Hargis,
Carol Logan,
and Neal Watters.
Now, we're still
connecting the dots,
but two of them were
obvious rivals to your
consulting business.
The others worked
in related fields
and must have
crossed you somehow,
so you had them killed by SBK.
What is it gonna take
for you to understand
I have nothing to do with SBK?
All these people died
during the last two years.
You don't know them, but you
know the dates of their deaths?
There's dates on these files.
My point is that
your department has been
watching my brother like a hawk
this whole time.
Now, you guys know I haven't
talked to my brother
in two years.
Not in person,
not on the phone.
You're dissembling.
You communicate via
viral memes and
fascist codes.
All of these posts were
taken from your brother's
social media account.
Each one has a filename
generated by an Enigma machine.
I don't even know
what you're talking about.
BELL:
Come on, Mr. Wilcox.
You're the real brains
in your family.
We met Bonzi.
He's a thug
and a cokehead.
But you, you're a
complex systems analyst,
and all this is
pretty complex.
You said it yourself.
My brother posts this stuff.
HOLMES:
Well, actually, he doesn't.
Or at least he doesn't post
all of it.
We've just learned from CCS that
the majority of
those posts come
from a masked IP address.
So it's difficult to say
for sure who posted them.
Which made us wonder why would
your brother use a proxy server
to disguise the fact that
he's giving orders
to his gang sometimes,
but not others.
He wouldn't,
which leads us to believe that
you're not just
your brother's partner.
You may just be
the man in charge.
(laughs)
I'll tell you what.
I think this
department is about
to have a discrimination suit
on its hands.
Is that right?
I'm discriminating against you?
I don't know where else
this could be coming from.
I'm a businessman.
I'm clean.
I don't know these people
and I sure as hell didn't
tell anyone to kill anyone.
Now, as far as me
being some sort of
drug kingpin... nah.
I'm an innocent man.
Until we prove you guilty.
(chuckles)
Don't count on it.
WATSON:
So, what do you think?
When Marcus listed
the names of the victims,
“Carol Logan”
got a rise out of him.
He blinked twice, he shifted
his weight and tilted his head.
Well, lots of people squirm
when they're accused
of multiple murders.
True.
But he was stock-still
for the others
and his haptic response
wasn't the only thing
that doesn't fit the pattern.
What do you mean?
Well, SBK has been responsible
for dozens of fatalities:
gangland slayings,
hits disguised as street crimes
to benefit Tyus Wilcox.
They're the kind of murders
which don't garner
any headlines.
And then there's Carol Logan.
She was abducted,
she was raped,
dumped in a river.
It is not the kind of crime
that he would design
to quietly dispose
of a business rival.
BELL:
So, you think it's just
a coincidence that she worked
at the branch where his business
does its banking?
I think it could be.
How does he benefit
from the death
of a mere bank teller?
There's a loose thread there.
We need to pull it.
Where's your partner?
He said he had
an errand to run.
Come on, he's the one who wanted
breakfast burritos.
We're not gonna be able
to eat right now, anyway.
I've got to go get a warrant.
What did you find?
Carol Logan's
killer, I think.
So, these pictures were
taken at her apartment
when police were investigating
her disappearance.
They found signs
of a struggle.
Two days later, they found
her body in the river.
So, take a look
at this shot glass.
It was a promotional item that
they gave out at a launch party
for a new tequila
called Plata Fuego.
The event took place
at a Chelsea club
the same night that
Carol Logan was murdered.
That's the only place you
could've gotten that shot glass.
Last time Carol was seen alive,
she was having dinner
with friends.
They said she told them
she was going straight home,
but you think she lied, ditched
them and went out dancing?
I pulled this
from Plata Fuego's Web site.
Look in the back corner.
There's Carol Logan.
Is she sitting
with Bonzi Folsom?
Mm-hmm.
Looks like he's
coming onto her
and I don't see
his entourage anywhere.
According to the gang unit,
he'd like to slip away
every once in a while and rub
elbows with a different crowd.
So, what happens after this?
She invites him back to her
place, it all goes south,
he rapes and kills her?
Then after he goes home,
he sends a message to his guys
to get rid of her body.
The important thing
is that CSU collected DNA
from the attacker,
but they could
never find a match.
That makes sense.
Bonzi had the one juvie arrest,
but he's never taken
a collar as an adult.
His DNA wouldn't be
in the system.
So, if we can pin
Carol Logan's murder to Bonzi,
that's life in prison.
Might be enough leverage
to get him to flip on Tyus
and the rest of SBK.
We'd be able to take
the whole gang down.
Not that I wasn't happy to hear
you were in Bronxville,
but why did you want
me to meet you here?
I arrived a short while ago
to test a theory.
I think Luke Munro may have
used one of the chains
on these swings
to choke Mira Tunney.
As you can see, testing my
theory has proved impossible.
So, whoever took them
did so a short while ago.
There are footprints here.
They were here
in the last 24 hours.
Question is who are they
and why do they
want to protect
the memory
of a dead teenager?
(chuckles)
And that amuses you?
Well, no, it's just...
you're messing
with me, right?
You didn't send me
a text yesterday?
No.
Around 3:00,
I got this message.
“Collect chains
from swing set
“at home of Luke
Munro's neighbor.
“Test for blood evidence,
likely murder weapon.
S. Holmes”"
I didn't recognize
the number,
but I thought maybe
you switched phones.
Anyway, if I had to guess,
I'd say the prints are
from the CSU investigator
who took the chains
into evidence last night.
They're in a lab in White
Plains now, getting tested.
But if you didn't send that
message, who the hell did?
Look alive, guys.
It's right up here.
(woman shouting in distance)
You seem pretty
keyed up, Detective.
We're just serving a warrant
for a DNA sample, right?
Yeah, another way
to look at it is
we're about to tell the most
dangerous gangster in New York
he has to incriminate
himself in a murder.
WOMAN (sobbing):
Bonzi! Bonzi, please!
Police! We're coming in.
WOMAN 2:
It's about time.
What took you guys so long?
Whoa, relax.
You don't need that.
- Everything's under control now.
- What's going on?
What are you doing here?
EMT: What do you mean?
We came on a medical
distress call.
We called for backup.
That's not us.
Whatever. We could
use a hand.
Guys, look around.
Make sure the place is secure.
Can you get some
water for this one?
Try to calm her
down. She's upset.
I need to get back
to my partner.
(crying):
There was so much blood.
He just wouldn't move!
Slow down.
Who wouldn't move?
Bonzi!
(crying): We were just
hanging out, having some drinks.
And so B says he's
gonna blow a few lines.
Cocaine?
He's got his private stash,
the good stuff
that's just for him.
He took two bumps
and he just...
he started shaking
and passed out.
EMT: Can you help
us on the stairs?
If we don't move right now,
I don't think this
guy's gonna make it.
Oh.
We've done everything we can.
I'm afraid Mr. Folsom
is going to remain
in a persistent
vegetative state.
There wasn't any meaningful
brainwave activity on his EEG.
I don't expect
him to recover.
Has the toxicology
report come back?
No, but I think it's
gonna be interesting.
I've seen plenty of ODs.
Normally, with coke,
a patient presents like somebody
who suffered cardiac arrest.
They're drenched in sweat,
but that's about it.
This guy's eyes
were really red.
And it looked
like there was
a chemical burn
in his nasal cavity.
BELL:
Pretty sure it was bleach.
We found his stash
at the scene,
sent it to the lab so
they could test it,
but I thought I smelled
traces of chlorine.
Figure he got a hot shot.
That's more likely than
a regular user like Bonzi
snorting cleaning supplies
by accident.
(sighs)
I wonder if
Ms. Folsom knows
that one of her boys just
tried to kill the other.
We can't be completely
sure Tyus did this.
WATSON:
He has to be behind it.
The timing is
too convenient.
He knew we were taking another
look at Carol Logan's case.
Well, he's probably afraid
we'd hang it on Bonzi,
flip him on the gang,
but now he's got
another problem.
Bonzi Folsom was a name
that rang out on the street.
Most gangs, when they lose
their leader, they fall apart.
WATSON: I'm not sure SBK
has lost its leader.
Question is, how did
he dose Bonzi's coke?
His lines of communication
with the gang were cut off.
He never got near Bonzi's
apartment last night.
We know because the gang unit
had it under surveillance.
WATSON: If we're
right about this guy,
he's been running one of the
most dangerous gangs in New York
from a Midtown office
for a decade.
I'm sure he could figure out
how to slip some bleach
up his brother's nose.
Maybe he'll tell us how.
Ms. Folsom, we just
wanted to say
that you have our sympathies
for your loss.
My brother isn't dead.
No, but close enough, right?
(quietly): Mom,
I'll be right back, okay?
That was rude.
My mom doesn't need
to hear that.
I'm not the one who turned
her son into a vegetable.
How'd you do it, Tyus?
I didn't.
This is a tragedy.
I told you before,
I've been worried for my brother
for a while.
This was bound to happen.
Is that why
you're so calm right now?
When you're from
where I'm from...
...you lose people.
Bonzi isn't my first
or my favorite.
So who was
your favorite victim?
Was it Shinwell?
We know who you really are.
We know that you did this.
You're in the deep
end now, Tyus.
Your brother was
the one everyone feared.
I'd be careful
these next few weeks.
I could say the same thing
to both of you.
Apparently, I'm the guy
who got your friend killed.
The guy who overdosed
his own brother
to stay out of jail.
I can't imagine
what I'd do to you.
(scoffs)
You wanted to see me?
Yeah, I did.
Not like you.
You don't look good.
There's a meeting
in about an hour if you want.
No, I don't want
to go to a meeting.
Don't-Don't need
to go to a meeting.
“Need” is a relative term.
I had to lie to a colleague of
mine today about this-this text
that he received.
I told him I didn't know
who sent it, but...
I think I do.
That can't happen again.
Then stop ignoring me.
Or what?
Things will get worse.
(chuckles)
That sounds like a threat.
People who love each other
don't make threats, Sherlock.
They make promises.
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@elder_man
Previously on Elementary...
SHINWELL:
I'm looking for Joan.
Mr. Johnson, I presume.
Call me Shinwell.
You're a former
drug dealer, correct?
Former drug user.
Going from being
a doctor to this?
It's must've
been hard, right?
Yeah, actually, it was.
I'm trying to change, too.
This is the Bronx,
SBK territory.
South Bronx Killers?
HOLMES: Shinwell's still
engaged with SBK.
Right, but he still
wants to bring SBK down.
I offered that we train you
to be an informant.
We can teach you
the skills you require
to survive
that undertaking.
I'm telling you,
Doc, I'm close.
A couple more months,
and this will all be over.
SBK and their top brass
will go away forever.
(knocks at door)
WATSON: Shinwell?
(lightbulb buzzes)
Shinwell!
GREGSON:
Joan.
Joan?
You all right?
We can go if you wish.
No, we should talk to
Shinwell's neighbors.
It's already done.
No one heard or saw
anything suspicious.
You may have arrived just
minutes after the killer left,
but it might as well
have been years.
This scene is as cold
as they come.
GREGSON; You said
your friend was working
for the department as a C.I.,
he was undercover in SBK?
That's right.
GREGSON:
Gang informants
have two jobs that
can get them killed.
I get what
this looks like,
him getting stabbed in the back.
WATSON: That's what
this gang does to snitches.
You stab them in the back,
they do the same to you.
It's been that way for years.
There's no sign of forced entry.
Whoever did this may have
been sent because Shinwell
was willing to let them in.
We trained him.
He would never
turn his back on someone
he didn't trust completely.
It was SBK, I'm sure of it.
Do you have any idea
why he invited you down here?
He said he was making progress,
moving up in the gang.
Whatever he needed,
he knew I'd try to help him.
You were that close?
It was complicated.
I believed in what he was doing.
EMS:
Captain.
GREGSON: I don't know if
it's any consolation,
but we're gonna
find the guy who did this.
I've always found it
one of your most
commendable qualities,
that you're more
forgiving of other people
than you are
of yourself.
But this was not your fault.
None of it was.
Shinwell was
on this path
long before we came across him.
He knew better than anyone
it could end this way.
I don't feel responsible.
I'm angry.
And I'm not sure
that I'm ready to say
that his path was a dead end.
What do you mean?
Say we find the person
who killed him, so what?
That person was just
following orders,
protecting his boss, making sure
that nothing changes,
so the drugs keep flowing
and the bodies keep piling up.
Shinwell was trying
to do something important.
We have to decide
whether that died tonight, too.
You sure you want to do this?
Well, get some sleep then,
Watson.
Tomorrow morning
we go to war with
one of New York's
deadliest gangs.
♪ Elementary 5x23 ♪
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Original Air Date on May 14, 2017
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@elder_man
♪ ♪
(elevator dings)
Detective Guzman.
Thanks for coming
down here so quickly.
Of course, no worries.
Entire gang unit feels like
they were punched in the gut.
Shinwell was a good C.I., but...
he was your friend.
Sorry for the loss.
Thank you.
I brought
what you asked for.
Happy to give you
the rundown on SBK,
but I got to warn you,
the pool of suspects
on this is huge.
There's about 200 people on the
street that could've done this.
That's all right,
Sherlock and I
aren't really looking
at the case
that way.
What do you mean?
We're hoping you can
bring us up to speed on the
person who's really responsible.
We want the head of SBK.
Well, hell,
I like the sound of that.
Bonzi Folsom, that's our guy.
Head of SBK since 2004.
13 years.
Where I grew up, no one was king
of the hill for more than three.
Yeah, Bonzi's probably sneaking
up on some sort of record.
Helps when you get started
as young as he did.
Raised by a single mom,
grew up with a few
half brothers and sisters
in Section 8 housing.
First arrest at 14.
GUZMAN:
First and last.
He was suspected of a few gang
murders in his teens,
but never enough to charge.
Made it to the throne at 21
and we haven't laid
a glove on him since.
He must be careful.
That would be
the understatement of the year.
He's downright paranoid.
Ruthless, too.
Pretty deadly combo.
So, if this is who
we're going after,
what's the best angle?
Your guess is as good as mine.
We've thrown
the kitchen sink
at Bonzi Folsom; nothing sticks.
Over the years,
we've brought cases
against dozens
of his people;
nobody ever flips.
Never?
Usually, they're too afraid
of what would happen to
their families if they talked.
What about
electronic surveillance?
We're up on all their phones;
it's a waste of time.
Nobody in the gang ever talks
business on the open line.
So how do they communicate?
Everything is face-to-face?
We don't know.
Bonzi mostly
stays holed up
in his apartment.
He lives on the top floor
of the Greenwood Projects.
Probably because it's right
in the middle of his territory.
Crazy thing is,
he almost never
gets any visitors.
And we have eyes on
his place at all times,
and we never see anybody
come or go.
You make him
sound like a hermit.
It's weirder than that.
He keeps a couple of girls
in his place 24/7,
couple of guards, too,
but they go where he goes.
We got eyes on his social media.
But it's about as exciting
as your average
soccer mom's.
Take a look.
BELL: “Ten old sitcom stars
that are getting fat.
Number six will amaze you.”
So, I got to ask,
given how little
you've got on the guy,
how can you be so sure
he's the one
running the gang?
Trust me.
Nobody who lives
in SBK territory has any doubt.
And we didn't build
this org chart
based on whispers in the street.
Shinwell wasn't
the first C.I. we've lost,
he was our third.
All of them said Bonzi
was the shot-caller,
all of them got
taken out on his orders.
We just can't prove it.
Perhaps Mr. Folsom's family
are aware of his methods.
Have you tried talking to
his half brother, Tyus Wilcox?
We had high hopes for Tyus.
A bright guy, sort of the
black sheep of the family
because he didn't
go into the drug trade.
Won't take
Bonzi's money.
He's a small business
consultant, lives in Midtown.
And?
And we approached him
a couple years back,
after Bonzi put him
in the hospital
with a broken jaw.
He's been estranged from
the family ever since,
but he still won't talk to us.
HOLMES: Well, perhaps
he just hasn't been
properly motivated yet.
I think I might have
a remedy for that.
Yes. Thank you very much,
Agent Burke,
we appreciate it.
Right, so it's as I suspected.
Bonzi Folsom's mother, Odette,
can be prosecuted
under federal law.
For cheating on her taxes?
Well, cheating implies intent.
I think someone just made
a tabulation error.
But the salient fact is
that she owed $10,000 more
than she paid in 2012.
Looks like Ms. Folsom's
doing all right for herself.
GUZMAN: SBK members
mostly get paid cash,
but Bonzi's family lives large.
They have to be
able to show income
to keep the feds off their back.
So they get paid
for no-show jobs
and a couple of, uh,
car washes and an arcade.
Bonzi owns them through
shell corporations.
It's an elegant scheme,
but one that
requires better maths
than are displayed
on Odette's 1099
Our friend at the Bureau says
that it's a fringe case,
but he will support us
if we want to use it
to lean on Tyus.
WATSON:
If he loves his mother,
he won't want to see her
prosecuted for tax fraud.
I just can't believe
we missed this.
Could I talk to you
for a second?
What's up?
Not to put too fine
a point on it,
but I don't think you and Marcus
should feel obligated
to take Guzman with you when
you go to speak to Mr. Wilcox.
The gang unit didn't
get anywhere in 13 years,
I think it's past time
for new blood.
Mm. What about you?
You're not coming?
I know it's bad timing,
but I have to go to a meeting.
Is everything okay?
Yeah. It will be.
HOLMES: My name is Sherlock
and I'm an addict.
GROUP:
Hi, Sherlock.
Some time ago,
my business partner and I,
we started working
with a man who
needed to change,
but just couldn't.
Any-Anyway...
yesterday,
it all ended in failure.
Tragedy, actually.
The-The man of whom I speak,
he was, he was not an addict,
but he was attempting
a recovery of sorts.
(sighs deeply)
In many respects,
he just didn't try hard enough.
It just,
it-it reminded me that, uh,
that I need to try harder.
GROUP LEADER:
Would anyone else like to share?
TAYLOR: Hi. My name is Taylor,
and I'm an addict.
GROUP:
Hi, Taylor.
WOMAN:
Sherlock?
I'm sorry about your friend.
Thank you,
but he wasn't my friend.
Well, the thing is, I've known
you a good deal longer
than that lot.
You've got more on your mind.
Yeah, I suppose I do.
I'm always here to listen.
It is sort of my job.
HOLMES: Several weeks ago,
in Bronxville,
911 received a call
from a high school senior
named Luke Munro.
He said an intruder
had broken into his family home
and strangled his girlfriend,
a girl named Mira Tunney.
When the police arrived,
Mira was dead.
Ligature marks indicated
that she had been choked
with a metal chain.
Luke had similar marks
on the palms of his hands.
Now, he claimed that the wounds
were the result of a struggle
with Mira's killer,
who fled the scene.
The police thought they were
much more likely caused
when Luke killed Mira himself.
There were rumors
that she'd been unfaithful.
Problem was, the murder weapon
could not be found.
And there were no indications
that Luke had ever
left the scene.
Now, the detective
charged with the case,
was an acquaintance of mine
called Perkins.
He, he invited me
to attend Luke's interrogation.
When it concluded,
I told Perkins
that everything I'd heard
was a lie.
I mean, the young man's haptics
were in direct contrast
to the story he was peddling.
I predicted it was a matter
of time before the weapon
that he used was found,
and, uh... I encouraged Perkins
to arrest him on the spot,
which he did.
Well, that sounds
like a very positive outcome.
So what's the problem?
Well, a couple of days ago,
Luke Munro fashioned
a noose out of some sheets
and hung himself
in his jail cell.
And he left a note
in which he swore
he did not hurt Mira Tunney.
Well, he won't be
the first killer
to go to his grave
protesting his innocence.
And if the great
Sherlock Holmes
thought he was lying, well,
that's typically rather
a strong indicator of guilt, no?
I never visited the crime scene.
I never spoke to the friends
and family of the victim,
or the alleged killer.
You were never asked to.
And the chain
still hasn't been found.
What if that's because Luke
Munro was telling the truth,
and the real culprit
took it with him when he fled?
You can sit down if you want,
but this isn't gonna take long.
I don't have anything to say.
Well, I'm sorry to hear that,
Mr. Wilcox.
When we spoke on the phone,
it sounded like you were willing
to cooperate.
Well, I didn't want my mom
to suffer for Bonzi's mistakes.
Now, I'll talk to you,
and pay her back taxes
if that's what it takes,
but I don't have anything
that's gonna help you.
Your mother
takes money from Bonzi.
Blood money that he makes
from selling drugs.
She does the best she can.
BELL: Did she do
the best she could
raising Bonzi?
Matter of fact, yeah, she did.
Look at me.
He and I grew up
in the same house.
Right. You got good grades,
you went to good schools,
you started
your own business doing...
I'm sorry.
What is it you do here?
Complex systems analysis.
Right. That's not exactly
slinging drugs
and killing people.
I mean, is that
why he broke your jaw?
He wanted to take you
down a peg?
I told him
I was worried about him.
He'd always used
his own product,
but I thought
it was getting worse.
I guess he didn't appreciate
the concern.
He resents you. Your education,
the life you've built.
My brother isn't jealous.
He thinks I'm weak.
He's a lot smarter
than I am.
There's nothing average
about him.
BELL:
We don't disagree.
Bonzi's been staying a step
ahead for a long, long time.
Our gang unit
can't even figure out
how he directs his organization,
how they communicate.
And you think I know
how he talks to his people?
He doesn't even talk to me.
Come on, Mr. Wilcox.
You grew up with this guy.
We haven't been in the
same room for two years.
I have no clue
how he runs things.
I'm not allowed anywhere
near him or his place.
Really? Because that photo looks
like it was taken at New Year's.
Those are Bonzi's
daughters,
right?
Yeah.
But I didn't take that picture.
He put that up online.
That's the only way
I get to see them anymore.
I'm telling you.
I don't know that man
any better than you do.
Hey, how was the meeting?
Uneventful.
How did it go
with Bonzi's little brother?
He's on the outside
looking in,
just like the NYPD.
The only difference is,
the way he keeps tabs
on his brother
is a little more useful than
the department's surveillance.
What are you talking about?
He stays current
on Bonzi's social media,
something we should start doing.
I think it's how
Bonzi runs his gang.
You know why he posted this?
Either to celebrate or protest
the current president. Without
knowing Mr. Folsom's feelings
on bearded dragons,
it would be difficult to say.
The picture is beside the point.
His whole feed
is random junk like this.
Family photos, recipes,
political memes,
birthday wishes.
It looks as innocent
as Guzman said it was.
But there's more to it
than meets the eye?
Check out the filename.
Now, lots of social
media platforms
use randomized
strings of letters
to link to images
from other sites,
but that's not what this is.
He uploaded that image
from his own computer.
And he named it himself.
I think it's a code,
instructions
only his guys can read.
You haven't cracked it yet?
Not yet.
I've run a bunch of these
through Mason's
decryption software, but so far,
I've come up empty.
(phone chimes)
According to Marcus, Bonzi
Folsom just called the police.
He says he has
information
regarding Shinwell's murder.
What do you want
to bet the elevator's
not really out of order,
and this guy's
just screwing with us?
You might've raised
that possibility in the lobby.
Cops here.
What's up, detectives?
You must be the one
I talked to on the phone.
I'm Marcus Bell.
This is Sherlock
Holmes, Joan Watson.
Thank you for having
us in your home.
I see it wasn't
just paid for by cocaine,
but your decorator
was also a fan.
Hard work paid
for this home, man.
I'm not a drug dealer,
I'm a community leader.
HOLMES:
What a coincidence,
that the community you lead
is teeming with drugs.
BELL:
Look, you called us,
Mr. Folsom. What's this about?
Look, people in this community,
they, they trust me.
And I, I hear things.
I can't tell you where I heard
this one thing in particular,
but I think I know something
about that guy
they pulled out of that building
on 124th street.
Shinwell Johnson.
You can say his name.
Yeah, um, Shinwell.
You're gonna want to talk
to this dude,
lives around the way.
Goes by Tall Boy.
You're talking about
Laquan Eversley.
He's one of your people.
You, you're a bad listener.
I got nothing
to do with SBK.
What I heard is Tall Boy
stabbed your man,
and chucked the knife
in a dumpster
behind the Y
down the block.
If I was you, I'd go look.
That's all I know.
We know what you're doing.
Oh, yeah? What's that?
You're selling out one of your
people to tie this thing off.
You think that Tall Boy's
gonna take the fall,
and we'll take the win, and
we'll stop looking deeper.
But you're wrong, because
Shinwell is dead because of you.
And we're not gonna stop
until you're behind bars.
That's all right,
that's all right, fellas.
Just 'cause she
wants to get hostile
doesn't mean that we have to.
I think it's time
for y'all to go.
(door opens)
Do you remember me?
I'm Joan Watson.
I work with the detectives
who brought you in here.
I was friends with Shinwell.
You're here
because earlier tonight,
a switchblade was found
that was consistent
with the type
that was used to kill him.
It had your
fingerprints
and traces of his blood on it.
We know that you killed him.
I'm talking to you
because I think
that's what he would've wanted.
A long time ago,
SBK had him
kill a friend, too.
He never got over it.
The pain that you're feeling
right now?
I don't think
he would've wanted that for you.
In fact, if he were still here,
I think he would forgive you.
You are not
as important to the police
as the person
who ordered the murder.
So give them a name, and I think
you can spare yourself
some time in prison.
You think I'm a snitch?
I think you're in
a lot of trouble.
(laughs)
You think I killed someone
for talking to the police,
and now I'm gonna talk, too?
No, of course not.
Because SBK has a code.
You and your friends,
you don't talk.
But who do you think told them
about the switchblade?
Who do you think
told them where it was?
You gonna try to tell me
it was one of my boys.
No, it wasn't one of your boys.
It was Bonzi Folsom.
SBK, they're not your friends,
Laquan.
They used you
for what they needed,
and then they threw you away.
Shinwell,
he was your friend.
No.
Shin wasn't my friend,
he was a rat.
You acting like the
police want to help me.
Only, where were they
when my mom's boyfriend
chased me out of the house
when I was 13, huh?
Where were they when I
didn't have a place to live,
or food to eat?
SBK took me in.
They took care of me.
And they trusted me
to take care of them.
Just like they trusted Shinwell.
They my family.
And I'm not saying
anything against them.
Not ever.
Hey.
Chin up.
You made a good run in there.
Maybe his lawyer
can talk some sense into him.
Get him to take a deal?
I wouldn't count on it.
Our gang unit's had plenty
of shots at this crew.
SBK guys don't flip.
WATSON: I thought
he might be different.
You found one?
GREGSON:
What is that?
This is an Enigma machine.
During the Second World War,
this device
represented
a transformative leap forward
in cryptography.
It is a product of pure genius.
What's it doing here?
We're keeping up
with the Joneses.
Or rather, keeping up
with the Folsoms, Bonzi Folsom.
He had the very same
model in his apartment.
HOLMES: I noticed it
tucked under his desk.
Didn't quite fit with
the rest of his aesthetic.
Every day, Mr. Folsom uses
his Enigma machine
to encrypt messages
he wants to send
to his SBK brethren.
He then takes
the ensuing codes
and disguises them
as filenames
on his social media feed.
His cronies, then,
using their own
Enigma machines,
decrypt the messages,
carry out the orders.
There are digital Enigma
simulators online,
but Bonzi uses a real one.
So we thought we'd
better get one, too,
in case he modifies his
to affect the encryption.
How long before
we're reading his mail?
Might take a while.
We've narrowed it down
to 100 billion
substitution codes.
The machine has
four rotors.
Each rotor has
26 contact pins
representing the letters
of the alphabet.
WATSON: What we need
to do is figure out
how SBK synchronizes
their settings
to their machines,
and then we'll have them.
Excuse me a moment,
would you?
We've been over this.
I know.
I'm not supposed
to come here.
I just wanted to see
how you were doing.
You seemed so troubled
yesterday.
Well, actually,
I'm doing better.
I believe I've determined
why the police in Bronxville
were unable to
locate the chain
which was used to
kill Mira Tunney.
Oh?
Well, they made the mistake
of questioning some
of Luke Munro's story,
but not all of it.
He claimed that she was
killed inside his home.
I think the deed
was done elsewhere.
I think he moved the body
before he called 911.
The Munro's neighbor is
a divorced father of two,
often away on business.
So over the last few months,
Luke and his friends
have taken to partying
in his backyard.
I found these
on social media.
Is that him?
Mm-hmm.
Luke Munro.
Note the chains on the swing
he's sitting on.
You think he used one
of those to strangle Mira?
The spacing on the links
appears to be a match
for the ligatures
on her neck.
So he killed her
in the neighbor's yard,
and carried her back
to his house.
I'm planning to visit the scene
at my earliest convenience.
I'm hoping there'll
be some blood
from either his hands
or Mira's neck
on the offending chain.
Well, I'm happy for you.
You can rest
a bit easier now.
Can I?
I don't understand.
I'll be very clear.
Don't come here again.
(birds singing)
WATSON:
Good morning.
You haven't changed
since yesterday.
I haven't slept.
Now I couldn't sleep,
even if I tried.
After you went to bed,
I kept working
on the big question.
So how do Bonzi's
toadies know
which Enigma settings to use
to translate his messages?
Yes.
So take a look at the blinds
in these surveillance photos
of Bonzi's place.
Hmm.
So he's taken to bending
different slats on his windows.
The blinds have more
than 40 slats,
but he never goes
below the 26th one.
26 letters in the alphabet.
Four different gears
on this model of Enigma.
Four blinds
flipped every day.
Anyone looking up at his
window could see them.
I've been decoding his
old messages since midnight.
Look.
Oh, that's unfortunate.
He's careful, right?
Hmm, not only does the man
communicate in code,
everything he says
is euphemistic.
He never comes right out
and says what he means,
but I think I
understand his slang.
So, this picture's
filename reads,
“If T needs fresh,
get him an orange”"
“T” is obviously
an SBK dealer,
and according to the files
we got from the gang unit,
SBK likes to use
different color paper
to wrap different
quantities of drugs.
So orange is
a kilo of coke.
Mr. Folsom could
plausibly deny
the meaning of any
of these messages.
The captain
agrees with you.
I woke him up with
this two hours ago.
He said the D.A. needs
proof that we're
interpreting the
gang's lingo correctly.
You know what would go
a long way to that end?
A successful sting
based on intercepted
and properly decoded
SBK messages?
There's one in the offing?
Actually, one should have
already gone down.
Marcus took a tactical unit
to a spot where a deal
was supposed
to take place.
We'll be able to
show the D.A. that
we knew where to go
thanks to this little gem.
“Pick up 10 oranges at grandma's
for breakfast. 8:30.”
“Grandma” is
the street name
of a suspected
SBK associate.
He runs a bodega near
the Port of New York.
Well, you seem to have
everything well in hand.
I should sleep in
more often.
(phone ringing)
(ringing)
Hello?
GREGSON:
We go a problem.
Our bust just went bust.
What are you talking about?
At 8:30 we saw two known SBK
members enter the bodega.
When they moved out,
we moved in.
Only they didn't have
any drugs on them.
That can't be.
Bonzi's message said,
“Pick up 10 oranges.”
Yeah, it did. And you want
to know what we found
on these guys?
Actual oranges.
I don't know how,
but Bonzi Folsom
realized we were onto him.
Try and bring any of this
to the D.A. now, and he'll say,
“This just proves that when SBK
“talks about oranges,
they're talking about produce.”
Captain, look at this.
Joan, take a look
at Bonzi's feed.
He killed it.
More than that.
He killed any
chance we had
of using it against him.
All the A.D.A.s were passing
this one around last week.
People think the baby looks like
Judge Natrino.
Yeah, well, we're
pretty sure
Bonzi Folsom posted that
to order the beating
of a shopkeeper.
The guy tried to
shoo SBK dealers
away from his business,
now he's in a coma.
You're “pretty sure.”
So what I'm looking at,
they represent
all of Mr. Folsom's
communication with SBK
during the past five years?
Yeah, it was all archived
before he deleted his account.
You mean before
your failed operation.
What went wrong there, guys?
BELL:
Look, a few days ago I went
to Mr. Folsom's home
with two of our consultants.
One of them noticed
an encryption device
in his apartment.
Now, it could be Mr. Folsom
noticed him noticing,
realized that we could
get up on their
communications.
The operation this morning,
we went looking
for a smoking gun,
we didn't get it.
But, Nelson, there's still
plenty of smoke there.
Those messages in your hand,
they direct SBK members
to buy and sell drugs,
to kill people.
Even without the confirmation
that we know every bit
of their slang,
the pattern ought to suggest
that there's
a pretty strong case
against Folsom.
I've got to disagree
with you, Captain.
I can't go
point the finger
without proof of
what all this means.
I'm sorry.
These guys have been
dropping bodies
all over the Bronx
for almost two decades.
Then keep combing through
these old messages.
You got a ton, right?
There's got to be some kind of
handhold for you in here.
Find me something
and come back.
Preferably when I'm
not late for court.
(ringing)
How'd it go?
GREGSON:
Uh, about as well as we thought.
The D.A.'s not
gonna go for it.
We need another angle
on Bonzi Folsom.
HOLMES (over phone):
Actually, we're not sure we do.
We think we've found a new way
to attack SBK.
So Sherlock and I
went through
all of SBK's
old messages.
A few of them actually
mention names--
civilians who don't appear
to have anything
to do with the gang.
“Matthew Katzman,
“Neal Watters, Carol Logan,
Kristen Hargis.”
Who are these people?
A bank employee from SoHo,
a developer from Chelsea,
two Midtown real estate
investors.
Money people, basically.
You think they're the ones
who help the gang
launder their cash?
Unlikely.
By the time they show up
on Bonzi's social media feed,
these individuals were
already dead.
WATSON:
Most of the killings were
run-of-the-mill street
crimes, never solved.
A carjacking,
a couple of robberies.
HOLMES:
The messages we found
make reference to them
as examples.
“J gonna end up
like Neal Watters.
Take B Dog to Carol Logan.”
Once again, it is not
the dispositive proof
the D.A. is looking for,
but we think
that they might be
references to past hits
carried out by the gang.
We're pretty sure
all four were killed
so that someone else
could profit.
Bonzi's half brother,
Tyus Wilcox.
His consulting firm would have
put him in contact
with all of them.
He must have
wanted them dead.
I don't understand.
Why would Bonzi help
his little brother?
They had a falling-out.
They don't even
talk anymore.
They allege to not talk anymore.
And as you'll recall,
their falling-out
was quite public--
staged ones often are.
Okay, but they didn't need
to pretend
to hate each other for Bonzi
to do Tyus a few favors.
We think that Bonzi
punching Tyus
wasn't about hiding
a few favors.
We think it was about
hiding a partnership.
Tyus Wilcox is a
small-business guru.
His brother's gang just
might be his biggest client.
Last time we talked,
I told you everything I knew.
No, the last time we
talked, you left out
the fact that you're
a criminal mastermind.
Matthew Katzman,
Kristen Hargis,
Carol Logan,
and Neal Watters.
Now, we're still
connecting the dots,
but two of them were
obvious rivals to your
consulting business.
The others worked
in related fields
and must have
crossed you somehow,
so you had them killed by SBK.
What is it gonna take
for you to understand
I have nothing to do with SBK?
All these people died
during the last two years.
You don't know them, but you
know the dates of their deaths?
There's dates on these files.
My point is that
your department has been
watching my brother like a hawk
this whole time.
Now, you guys know I haven't
talked to my brother
in two years.
Not in person,
not on the phone.
You're dissembling.
You communicate via
viral memes and
fascist codes.
All of these posts were
taken from your brother's
social media account.
Each one has a filename
generated by an Enigma machine.
I don't even know
what you're talking about.
BELL:
Come on, Mr. Wilcox.
You're the real brains
in your family.
We met Bonzi.
He's a thug
and a cokehead.
But you, you're a
complex systems analyst,
and all this is
pretty complex.
You said it yourself.
My brother posts this stuff.
HOLMES:
Well, actually, he doesn't.
Or at least he doesn't post
all of it.
We've just learned from CCS that
the majority of
those posts come
from a masked IP address.
So it's difficult to say
for sure who posted them.
Which made us wonder why would
your brother use a proxy server
to disguise the fact that
he's giving orders
to his gang sometimes,
but not others.
He wouldn't,
which leads us to believe that
you're not just
your brother's partner.
You may just be
the man in charge.
(laughs)
I'll tell you what.
I think this
department is about
to have a discrimination suit
on its hands.
Is that right?
I'm discriminating against you?
I don't know where else
this could be coming from.
I'm a businessman.
I'm clean.
I don't know these people
and I sure as hell didn't
tell anyone to kill anyone.
Now, as far as me
being some sort of
drug kingpin... nah.
I'm an innocent man.
Until we prove you guilty.
(chuckles)
Don't count on it.
WATSON:
So, what do you think?
When Marcus listed
the names of the victims,
“Carol Logan”
got a rise out of him.
He blinked twice, he shifted
his weight and tilted his head.
Well, lots of people squirm
when they're accused
of multiple murders.
True.
But he was stock-still
for the others
and his haptic response
wasn't the only thing
that doesn't fit the pattern.
What do you mean?
Well, SBK has been responsible
for dozens of fatalities:
gangland slayings,
hits disguised as street crimes
to benefit Tyus Wilcox.
They're the kind of murders
which don't garner
any headlines.
And then there's Carol Logan.
She was abducted,
she was raped,
dumped in a river.
It is not the kind of crime
that he would design
to quietly dispose
of a business rival.
BELL:
So, you think it's just
a coincidence that she worked
at the branch where his business
does its banking?
I think it could be.
How does he benefit
from the death
of a mere bank teller?
There's a loose thread there.
We need to pull it.
Where's your partner?
He said he had
an errand to run.
Come on, he's the one who wanted
breakfast burritos.
We're not gonna be able
to eat right now, anyway.
I've got to go get a warrant.
What did you find?
Carol Logan's
killer, I think.
So, these pictures were
taken at her apartment
when police were investigating
her disappearance.
They found signs
of a struggle.
Two days later, they found
her body in the river.
So, take a look
at this shot glass.
It was a promotional item that
they gave out at a launch party
for a new tequila
called Plata Fuego.
The event took place
at a Chelsea club
the same night that
Carol Logan was murdered.
That's the only place you
could've gotten that shot glass.
Last time Carol was seen alive,
she was having dinner
with friends.
They said she told them
she was going straight home,
but you think she lied, ditched
them and went out dancing?
I pulled this
from Plata Fuego's Web site.
Look in the back corner.
There's Carol Logan.
Is she sitting
with Bonzi Folsom?
Mm-hmm.
Looks like he's
coming onto her
and I don't see
his entourage anywhere.
According to the gang unit,
he'd like to slip away
every once in a while and rub
elbows with a different crowd.
So, what happens after this?
She invites him back to her
place, it all goes south,
he rapes and kills her?
Then after he goes home,
he sends a message to his guys
to get rid of her body.
The important thing
is that CSU collected DNA
from the attacker,
but they could
never find a match.
That makes sense.
Bonzi had the one juvie arrest,
but he's never taken
a collar as an adult.
His DNA wouldn't be
in the system.
So, if we can pin
Carol Logan's murder to Bonzi,
that's life in prison.
Might be enough leverage
to get him to flip on Tyus
and the rest of SBK.
We'd be able to take
the whole gang down.
Not that I wasn't happy to hear
you were in Bronxville,
but why did you want
me to meet you here?
I arrived a short while ago
to test a theory.
I think Luke Munro may have
used one of the chains
on these swings
to choke Mira Tunney.
As you can see, testing my
theory has proved impossible.
So, whoever took them
did so a short while ago.
There are footprints here.
They were here
in the last 24 hours.
Question is who are they
and why do they
want to protect
the memory
of a dead teenager?
(chuckles)
And that amuses you?
Well, no, it's just...
you're messing
with me, right?
You didn't send me
a text yesterday?
No.
Around 3:00,
I got this message.
“Collect chains
from swing set
“at home of Luke
Munro's neighbor.
“Test for blood evidence,
likely murder weapon.
S. Holmes”"
I didn't recognize
the number,
but I thought maybe
you switched phones.
Anyway, if I had to guess,
I'd say the prints are
from the CSU investigator
who took the chains
into evidence last night.
They're in a lab in White
Plains now, getting tested.
But if you didn't send that
message, who the hell did?
Look alive, guys.
It's right up here.
(woman shouting in distance)
You seem pretty
keyed up, Detective.
We're just serving a warrant
for a DNA sample, right?
Yeah, another way
to look at it is
we're about to tell the most
dangerous gangster in New York
he has to incriminate
himself in a murder.
WOMAN (sobbing):
Bonzi! Bonzi, please!
Police! We're coming in.
WOMAN 2:
It's about time.
What took you guys so long?
Whoa, relax.
You don't need that.
- Everything's under control now.
- What's going on?
What are you doing here?
EMT: What do you mean?
We came on a medical
distress call.
We called for backup.
That's not us.
Whatever. We could
use a hand.
Guys, look around.
Make sure the place is secure.
Can you get some
water for this one?
Try to calm her
down. She's upset.
I need to get back
to my partner.
(crying):
There was so much blood.
He just wouldn't move!
Slow down.
Who wouldn't move?
Bonzi!
(crying): We were just
hanging out, having some drinks.
And so B says he's
gonna blow a few lines.
Cocaine?
He's got his private stash,
the good stuff
that's just for him.
He took two bumps
and he just...
he started shaking
and passed out.
EMT: Can you help
us on the stairs?
If we don't move right now,
I don't think this
guy's gonna make it.
Oh.
We've done everything we can.
I'm afraid Mr. Folsom
is going to remain
in a persistent
vegetative state.
There wasn't any meaningful
brainwave activity on his EEG.
I don't expect
him to recover.
Has the toxicology
report come back?
No, but I think it's
gonna be interesting.
I've seen plenty of ODs.
Normally, with coke,
a patient presents like somebody
who suffered cardiac arrest.
They're drenched in sweat,
but that's about it.
This guy's eyes
were really red.
And it looked
like there was
a chemical burn
in his nasal cavity.
BELL:
Pretty sure it was bleach.
We found his stash
at the scene,
sent it to the lab so
they could test it,
but I thought I smelled
traces of chlorine.
Figure he got a hot shot.
That's more likely than
a regular user like Bonzi
snorting cleaning supplies
by accident.
(sighs)
I wonder if
Ms. Folsom knows
that one of her boys just
tried to kill the other.
We can't be completely
sure Tyus did this.
WATSON:
He has to be behind it.
The timing is
too convenient.
He knew we were taking another
look at Carol Logan's case.
Well, he's probably afraid
we'd hang it on Bonzi,
flip him on the gang,
but now he's got
another problem.
Bonzi Folsom was a name
that rang out on the street.
Most gangs, when they lose
their leader, they fall apart.
WATSON: I'm not sure SBK
has lost its leader.
Question is, how did
he dose Bonzi's coke?
His lines of communication
with the gang were cut off.
He never got near Bonzi's
apartment last night.
We know because the gang unit
had it under surveillance.
WATSON: If we're
right about this guy,
he's been running one of the
most dangerous gangs in New York
from a Midtown office
for a decade.
I'm sure he could figure out
how to slip some bleach
up his brother's nose.
Maybe he'll tell us how.
Ms. Folsom, we just
wanted to say
that you have our sympathies
for your loss.
My brother isn't dead.
No, but close enough, right?
(quietly): Mom,
I'll be right back, okay?
That was rude.
My mom doesn't need
to hear that.
I'm not the one who turned
her son into a vegetable.
How'd you do it, Tyus?
I didn't.
This is a tragedy.
I told you before,
I've been worried for my brother
for a while.
This was bound to happen.
Is that why
you're so calm right now?
When you're from
where I'm from...
...you lose people.
Bonzi isn't my first
or my favorite.
So who was
your favorite victim?
Was it Shinwell?
We know who you really are.
We know that you did this.
You're in the deep
end now, Tyus.
Your brother was
the one everyone feared.
I'd be careful
these next few weeks.
I could say the same thing
to both of you.
Apparently, I'm the guy
who got your friend killed.
The guy who overdosed
his own brother
to stay out of jail.
I can't imagine
what I'd do to you.
(scoffs)
You wanted to see me?
Yeah, I did.
Not like you.
You don't look good.
There's a meeting
in about an hour if you want.
No, I don't want
to go to a meeting.
Don't-Don't need
to go to a meeting.
“Need” is a relative term.
I had to lie to a colleague of
mine today about this-this text
that he received.
I told him I didn't know
who sent it, but...
I think I do.
That can't happen again.
Then stop ignoring me.
Or what?
Things will get worse.
(chuckles)
That sounds like a threat.
People who love each other
don't make threats, Sherlock.
They make promises.
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