Elementary (2012–…): Season 6, Episode 12 - Meet Your Maker - full transcript

Your sister told me

you're really good
at this sort of thing.

I try.

So, Lin told me that one of
your friends went missing?

Uh, her name is Maria Rodriguez.

I haven't talked to her
in four days.

Have you checked with
her family, gone by her place?

Well, that's where it gets
complicated.

You see,
I haven't actually met Maria

in person.

We met online

in the comments section
of a news site.

Started exchanging PMs.

Eventually got friendly enough
that she gave me her real name

and that she lived in the city.

We'd chat every day,

and then, four days ago,
she just went silent.

Could be she just got busy.

No, I don't think so.

Last time we talked, she said

that she was dealing
with something.

Some problem.

She didn't go
into details, but...

I got the impression
that she was in trouble.

Now she's gone.

I don't think
that's a coincidence.

Mr. Clary, Lin told me
that you're one of

the best real estate agents
at her firm.

So I'm assuming that
you're fairly well off.

Are you familiar
with the term "catfishing"?

You meet a woman online.

She strikes up a friendship.

After a while, she hints
that she's having trouble

and needs money.

No, Maria's
not like that.

In fact, I offered her money

to help her out of the jam
that she was in.

She never responded.

Look, I'm...
(clears throat)

really worried about her.

I just want you to look into it.

You don't even need
to tell me where she is.

I just... just want
to know that she's safe.

So, this Maria Rodriguez,

she's a resident of
New York, is she?

As far as the client knows.

The problem is,
it's a pretty common name.

Yeah.
She's one of...

200 in a 30-mile radius.

But your Maria is late 20s,
early 30s, isn't she?

That should narrow the field
a bit, surely.

Oh, to about
three dozen candidates.

That's still a lot of people.

Hmm.
Any advice?

Well, I needn't remind you that

the vast majority

of detective work is work.

The, uh, dogged drudgery
of chasing down every lead,

upending every chestnut shell
to find that

metaphorical pea.

I was hoping for
a more elegant solution

than knocking on the door

of every Maria Rodriguez
in New York.

What is that? A catapult?

Uh, technically,

it's a trebuchet.

It's a scale
model of a...

much larger device.

Just as I thought.

You recall the hiker

who was killed by
a blow to the head

not far from Fort Covington?

Yeah, I read that link
you sent me.

I now believe she was struck
by a bail of marijuana

launched via trebuchet
from Canada to the U.S.

As far as your
missing Maria goes,

I, too, would much rather
solve a case

via a single quick deduction

than by hundreds of hours
of hard labor.

You know, when it
comes to that,

I can be the most
incurably lazy devil

that ever stood in shoe leather.

Right. Lazy.

That's you.
Okay, so I guess

I'll start making calls

and knocking on doors
in the morning.

I'd offer to help,

but, um...

Detective Marcus Bell?

Deputy Strider Lincoln,
U.S. Marshals Service.

Strider?

LikeLord of the Rings?

My parents are nerds.

I guess you are, too.

How can I help you, Deputy?

Looking for a fugitive?

Looking for you,
actually.

My bosses hear good
things about you.

In fact, they
think you'd be

an excellent candidate
for the Service.

They'd like you to consider
putting in an application.

You're kidding.

You apply, you're looking at
150 days training at Glynco,

and then a fast track into
Fugitive Apprehension.

(chuckles) That's great,

but to be honest, I'm not sure
where all this is coming from.

Oh, I've seen your file.

It's impressive.

Hard to believe we're the
first ones to headhunt you.

You'd like
Fugitive Apprehension.

It's righteous work.

I'll think about it.

Do that.
Don't think too long.

This isn't the
kind of offer

that comes around
more than once.

(cell phone ringing)

Hey.

Hey. I'm on a job
for a private client.

He wanted me to find
a woman named Maria Rodriguez,

only he didn't know
where she lived.

You want me to run her name?

No. I'm pretty sure
I found the place.

Super let me in to look around.

And?

I think she's been kidnapped.

♪ ♪

Believe it or not,
this Maria's door

was only the ninth one
I knocked on.

There was no answer.
I noticed some blood

on the sill.
The super let me in.

Found all this,
and I called you.

And you're sure this is

the Maria Rodriguez
you were looking for?

I took a photo of that picture,
sent it to the client.

He confirmed
that's his friend.

Nothing seems to be stolen?

Doesn't look like it.

Her purse is over there.
There's almost $200 in it

and a bunch
of gift cards.

I think she made these.
I don't know.

Maybe that's how
she earned her living.

You said you think
they took her alive.

There's evidence of blood.

I found footprints
by the back door,

which would suggest
that she walked out

under her own power.

Based on these other prints,
assailant was male.

Size-12 feet.

He broke in, waited for her,

probably grabbed her as soon
as she walked in the front door.

I'm hoping she was
taken for ransom.

'Cause the other reasons
a male kidnapper would take

a female victim alive
aren't good.

I'm sorry, but no.

No one called.

No one asked for ransom.

And if they had,
my husband and I

would have already
paid for it.

Same for my brother
and his wife.

And neither
of our families has much,

but we would have
figured it out.

SISTER:
You said that you
found her purse,

but that you didn't
find her phone.

Doesn't that mean
that you can

ping it or whatever?

We tried.
It's either been turned off

or destroyed by the person
who took her.

Can you think of anyone
who had a grudge

against your sister?

Maybe an ex-boyfriend?

No.

Maria broke a few
hearts in high school,

but none of her exes

are like that.

They're good boys.

We're gonna want a list,
just in case.

HOLMES:
It's also possible
she was targeted

because of a more recent
entanglement.

A business associate,
current lover.

Was she involved with anyone
or anything questionable?

Truth is, we don't
know much about

what Maria
is up to these days.

Once she went off to college,
she didn't really

associate with anyone
from the old neighborhood.

Not even family.

SISTER:
We only see her
a few times a year.

We go out to dinner.

And?

Uh, past couple years,
every time that we went out,

she insisted on
paying, but...

thing is, she always
used gift cards.

We found gift cards
in Maria's wallet.

She pays for
everything with them,

and she never
seems to run out.

One time, I tried to
get her to tell me

where she was getting them,
but she just laughed it off.

I don't know-- y-you asked
if she might be doing

something questionable.

Could she be forging
those cards?

Uh, I just need to
discuss something

with my colleagues.

One second.

So, what didn't you want
to say to them?

I think Maria might
have been up to

something a little unsavory.

When Watson described
the crime scene,

the gift cards in Maria's purse
didn't stand out.

I mean, they often go unused.
That's how the issuers

make their money.

Her sister said
she used them all the time.

And has a seemingly
endless supply.

Additionally, Maria,
she's an attractive young woman

with no discernible
means of income.

And you said you found

a high-end
video camera

and tripod in her apartment.

And expensive lingerie, too.

You're thinking
she's a cam girl?

She dresses up,
gets online,

does a little
show-and-tell for money.

Cam girls often
get gift cards

and other tokens of appreciation
from their fans.

Her attacker could have
seen her online,

then tracked her down.

All right.

When we're done in there,

I'll get CCS to look
into the gift cards.

Sometimes they're attached
to the e-mail addresses

of the people
who sent them.

I'll let you know
where they lead.

Going out of my
mind all morning.

I still can't
believe I was right

about Maria being in trouble.

This is my partner,
Sherlock.

Pleasure.

We wanted to talk to you
about some new developments.

Your friend, Maria,
seems to be a fan of gift cards.

In the last month alone,
she's been the recipient

of almost 50 of them.

As far as the police can tell,
all of them were sent by men.

At first, we thought
this confirmed our theory

that Maria was working
as a cam girl.

You mean one of those women

that let men watch them
over the Internet?

(chuckling): I'm sorry,
that doesn't sound right.

Because it is,
in fact, not right.

Not precisely so.

According to these ads
that we tracked down,

Maria, aka
"Queen Mariposa"...

...worked as a fin-dom.

A financial dominatrix.

Fin-doms cater to men

who get a sexual thrill from
giving money to pretty women,

usually in a scenario
that appears coercive.

Now, a typical
fin-dom

interacts with her clients--

or "paypigs,"
as they're charmingly known--

via video chat.

In their sessions,
they will

cajole, threaten
and humiliate a man

into sending them money
and/or gifts.

It's basically
consensual extortion.

But you already knew that

because you're one
of her clients.

What if I am?

The NYPD's
current thinking

is that one of Maria's
paypigs kidnapped her.

Maybe they got in too deep
and blamed her.

Maybe they thought
they could

force her to give
the money back.

You're saying I'm a suspect?

Well, all of Maria's
clients are suspects.

But you gave
more money than most.

Best we can tell, almost $20,000
over the past two years.

If I had done anything to Maria,

then why would I hire you
to find her?

Good question.
And it's the only reason

we're having
this conversation here

rather than at
the precinct.

Call it a courtesy
to a friend of the family.

The reason why
I didn't tell you the truth

is because I have
a wife and a job,

and I really didn't want
this stuff to get out.

Everything I said
about me and Maria is true.

We're friends.
We chat all the time for free.

I'm not in too deep.
Maria's good that way.

She doesn't take more

than she knows the clients
can afford.

Maria's neighbors
heard loud noises

coming from her apartment
Saturday

around 10:00 p.m.

We think that's when
Maria was taken.

Can you account
for your whereabouts?

Yes. A few of
us stayed late

to get a property ready
for an open house on Sunday.

You can ask your sister.
She was there.

She'll tell you, we didn't
leave till after midnight.

Can you think of
anything else

that might be helpful?

Anyone that Maria
had a problem with?

Other clients
that maybe threatened her?

She did mention one guy.

She said that he had said

some pretty terrible things
about her on a message board.

What sort of things?

She didn't say.

She wasn't really worried
about him.

He was a kid. He was clear on
the other side of the country.

She mention his name?

No, uh, but she did mention

the name of the Web site.

Uh, BlackPill4U.

"Black pill"? You're certain?

Yeah. You know it?

Not the Web site, no.

But I'm familiar with the term.

Doesn't bode well
for Miss Rodriguez.

"Marcus Bell, U.S. Marshal."

It has a nice ring to it.
(laughs)

Yeah, well, so does "Dr. Bell,"

but I'm not about to quit my job
and go to med school.

Come on. You're not the
least bit intrigued?

I knew a lot of
Marshals back when

I clerked for
Judge Yamamoto.

They were good guys,
real pros.

It'd be a big change.

I'd have to go
to Georgia for training.

Then, after that,
they can assign me anywhere.

Well, sounds like
an adventure.

Maybe an adventure
I don't wantto go on alone.

Are you asking me
to move with you?

What?

No. I mean...

I mean, you're here.

We're here.

I'd never ask you
to leave New York.

You could try.

You serious?

I don't know. I guess that
depends how serious you are.

It wouldn't be easy for you
to pull up stakes.

Yeah, it wouldn't be
impossible, either.

Like I said, I clerked
for a federal judge.

I've got connections.

Speaking of connections,

who's yours?

What do you mean?

The Marshals I knew

said it was nearly impossible
to get into the Service.

They accept like one
out of 20 applications.

They don't recruit.

Obviously, they do.

No.

The kind of visit you
got this morning,

somebody made that happen.

What, you think I got an angel
looking over my shoulder?

You must.

The question is-- who?

WATSON:
Art Schultz?

We're consultants
with the NYPD.

We'd like a word.

About?

BlackPill4U.

The site that you operate
on the Dark Web.

It's a meeting place
for the InCel community.

The what community?
InCel community.

Short for
"Involuntary Celibacy."

No point in denying it.

We know people who are good
with computers.

They were able to unmask you
as the site's administrator

and ping your location.

It's nothing, okay?

It's just a place for people
to talk about their problems.

HOLMES:
Their chief problem

being the wrong-headed belief

that they've been forced
into celibacy

by an oppressive
conspiracy

of sexually unavailable women.

I read the posts
on your site.

Gets pretty nasty.

Not surprising,
given that

"taking the black pill"
is InCel slang

for embracing the worst kind
of misogynistic nihilism.

Here's one where a person claims
it should be legal to rape

any woman who has had sex
outside of marriage.

Or another one that says any
woman who has an abortion

should be forced into

government-controlled
sex slavery.

They're joking, obviously.

Then how do you explain
one of your members

who went on a rampage
at their college campus,

killing 12 people,
mostly women?

Or the person who opened fire on

a group of female engineers
in Montreal?

InCel boards like yours
have been banned

by every major
Internet hosting service

for encouraging
violence and hate.

That's why you
went underground

and moved BlackPill4U
to the Dark Web.

Obviously,
you didn't go dark enough.

We have questions
for you.

Answer them,
or we'll tell our friends

at Homeland Security
all about you.

Fine. I'll talk to you.

Just not in here.

We're looking for
a missing woman

who works as a
financial dominatrix

by the name of
Queen Mariposa.

HOLMES: One of your
members posted

that he'd given her everything.

Even drained his college fund
to prove how much he loved her.

Still, she rejected him,
humiliated him.

And then some other
members on the site

suggested that he track
Queen Mariposa down, kidnap her.

A few days ago,

Mariposa was
actually kidnapped.

We think the person who
started that thread

may be the one who did it.
We want his name.

I'm sorry, but all the posters
on our site are anonymous.

They don't even have user names.
Just little icons.

True, but there is
a donation button on your site.

So, when people give money,
they get special fonts,

they get a bigger
character count,

and they even get a gold star
under their icon.

HOLMES:
The person we're looking for
has a little gold star,

which means you have
his credit card information.

Give it to us, or start packing
for Guantanamo Bay. Your choice.

His name is Kyle Spikowski.

He's from
Sioux City, Iowa.

(phone camera clicks)

That last IP address--

he logged on to your site
this morning

from somewhere in the city.

I'll call Marcus, let
him know that we have

a positive I.D.
on the kidnapper.

Who are they?

That's Homeland Security.

ART:
But...

you promised you wouldn't
tell them about me

if I talked to you.

Yes, but you play
den mother to a pack

of would-be rapists and mass
shooters, so you can see

how lying to you would be
the highlight of my day.

Look on the bright side--
you don't seem to enjoy

the company of women, and
that shouldn't be a problem

for the next five to ten years.

That the guy Joan called about?

Spikowski?
Yep.

What about the girl?

Not with him, but
you should see this.

After I issued
the Finest Message,

Highway Patrol
spotted Kyle's car,

pulled him off the highway
and saw that.

He didn't go for it?

They drew on him too fast.

Pulled him out of the car,

did a search.

That's when they found this.

Guy was ready for war.

Any idea with who?

According to the navigation
app on his phone,

he was headed to
a women-only gym in Park Slope.

They saw me there, didn't they?

Who?

The sluts at the gym.

I went there last night
to stake it out.

I didn't think anyone
noticed me, but I was wrong.

They knew, right?
They knew what?

(chuckling):
They were gonna get
what was coming to 'em.

Of course they knew.

Women always know.

What about Maria Rodriguez?

She get what was coming to her?

What are you talking about?
How do you know Maria?

Somebody beat her bloody
and kidnapped her, Kyle.

Seeing how you threatened
to do exactly that

on a message board,
we're thinking it was you.

What? No.

Someone hurt Maria?

Yeah, you hurt her.

I would never
hurt Maria.

Everything I was gonna do
at that gym, it was for her.

It was in her honor.

I was gonna show her
just how much I love her.

Please,

you gotta find her.

I'll-I'll do anything.

I'll confess to anything.

Please just find her.

Did you find her yet?

Is she safe?

Sorry, Kyle.

There's no
sign of Maria.

Well, you gotta
let me go.

Let me help you
find her.

I didn't hurt anyone.

And no one knows Maria
better than I do.

I can help you.

Kyle, you were driving around

with a trunk full of guns
you stole from your neighbor.

You also basically
admitted you were

gonna carry out
a mass shooting.

You're not gonna be going
anywhere for a while.

You want to help us?

Answer our questions.

Starting with:
Why should we believe you

when you say
you didn't kidnap Maria?

You posted a plan of
how to abduct her

on BlackPill4U.

I didn't mean it.

I was just showing off
for some buddies.

WATSON:
Maria was taken
from her apartment

Saturday night.

Where were you?
Saturday night?

I was driving through Ohio.

I took a toll road.

Cost me $17.50.

I-I tried to use
my credit card,

but it wouldn't
go through,

so this lady came out
of the toll booth.

Told me I had to pay cash.

She was a bitch.
I told her so.

But I put the receipt she
gave me in my glove compartment.

BELL:
We'll look for it.

And if you really
did interact

with that toll-booth
operator, we'll find her.

Hard to imagine she would forget
a charmer such as yourself.

I got here yesterday morning,
and I couldn't find Maria.

I thought maybe
she was angry at me

'cause I said
some dumb things to her

last time we talked.

So I figured I'd show her
how much she means to me

and hurt the people
who hurt her.

You're talking about
the women at the gym?

It used to be
Maria's gym,

but she had to quit
because they raised

their rates too high.
It wasn't fair.

If she was kidnapped
Saturday night,

that means it would've happened

right after she got back
from her trip.

What trip?

She was on a trip.

Uh, Austin, San Francisco,

Denver,

Seattle, Chicago,
Toronto, Boston.

She told you she was going
to all those cities?

No.

A couple years ago,

I sent her an e-mail
to her phone,

and put spyware on it so I'd
always know where she was.

If you knew Maria was traveling,
why'd you come to New York?

'Cause I knew Boston
was her last stop.

She did the same
exact trip last year.

The same cities
in the same order.

So, when I saw she
was on the move

from Boston, I got in my car
and started driving.

Telling us to scoop that guy up
probably saved a lot of lives.

I'll make a few calls,

confirm he was
where he said he was.

I'm more interested
in Maria's road trip than his.

Her job is pretty
unorthodox, but...

she still might go on
the occasional business trip.

Perhaps she met with some
of her clients in person.

Well, might explain why
she would go to all

the same cities
on all the same dates

two years in a row.

We'll ponder that

while you verify
Spikowski's alibi.

Well, actually,
if you don't mind

pondering on your own
for a while,

I was hoping to have a word
with your partner.

Yeah. I'll see you at home.

I got a visit yesterday
from a U.S. Marshal.

Deputy by the name
of Strider Lincoln.

Strider?

It's only the
second-dumbest name

I've ever heard.

He basically
offered me a job.

Said I came
highly recommended

but didn't mention who
did the recommending.

I did a little digging.

Guess whose name came back.

Yours.

(chuckles)
I don't get it, man.

You trying to
get rid of me?

Yeah, I am.

After a fashion.

You remember I fully
supported your interest

in becoming a sergeant
two years ago?

Hmm? Right up
until the moment

that you told me
it was more about

a pay increase
than about the work.

Hmm?

Still, I thought
a fire had been lit.

I thought it was only
a matter of time

before you identified
a new challenge.

And then, two years later...

When I was at Scotland Yard,

I was only too happy
to watch the moss gather

under the policemen
I worked with.

Only, to me, they were just
a means of gaining access

to people and places
that I otherwise couldn't.

And they were just happy to stay
and take credit for my work.

But it's never been like that
with us, has it?

No.

You're too good
a detective.

So I want something
better for you.

Something... something more.

Why the Marshals?

Well, I considered and dismissed
the DEA and ICE

because their missions

often don't align
with your values.

The ATF, Secret Service,
they're too narrow in focus.

And like many in the department,
you dislike the FBI

because of their rigidity
and high-handedness,

so that left
the U.S. Marshals Service,

an elite agency,

renowned for
their professionalism.

I appreciate you looking out
for me, but...

I'm happy here.

And if it ain't broke...

Yes, but it will break.

The captain, he will retire.

And then Watson and I,
we'll be forced

to seek greener pastures
without our sponsor.

And you'll be left working
with policemen who may view you,

quite unfairly,
as a lesser satellite

no longer tethered to
the luminaries you once orbited.

You'll also have to deal
with a new superior

who might come
with their own protégés.

Your access to the best,
most challenging cases

will be curtailed,

perhaps eliminated.

You will be diminished.

Look, there are
worse fates, yes,

but there are better ones.

The trick is knowing
the right one when you see it.

He figured out
that you're the one

who recommended him
to the Marshals.

He did.

And?

We'll see.

I hate to think of him
leaving us, but I get it.

Of course you do.
You change careers the way

that most people change clothes.
Hey.

The point being that you
have to take risks

in order to be the best
version of yourself--

as you obviously have.

So, have you, uh, made anything
of Maria's national tour?

I called Derek
to ask him if, uh,

he knew if any
of Maria's fin-dom clients

lived in any of the cities
that Spikowski mentioned.

He said he
didn't know.

But he insisted
that Maria's clients

never met with her in person.

So I did a search

on all the cities and dates,

see what I could come up with.

Following her favorite band?

Actually,
she was following a tour.

Just not the kind
you're thinking of.

That last stop is in New York.

I thought we could pay them
a visit in the morning.

The only question is,

do we show up
in our normal clothes,

or do we go in costume?

(jazzy music playing)

Kind of wish we weren't here
on business.

This Makermagic Fest looks fun.

I suppose a gathering
of tinkerers, crafters

and science enthusiasts
could have some vague appeal.

And while Maria might not
seem the type to attend,

I agree her toys
would fit right in.

Question is, did she meet

someone or something
on her travels which led

to her kidnapping?
Whoa. Love the visor, dude.

Uh, Robot PD.

No cutting the line.

NYPD.

Consultants,
technically.

We'd like to talk
to one of the organizers.

Um, I'm one of the organizers.

Is there something wrong?

This is Maria's
third year with us.

Everyone loves her,
and her toys sell like hotcakes.

I can't believe
she's been kidnapped.

Can you think of anything
that was unusual

about Maria this
time around?

Any run-ins? Any customers
that seemed aggressive?

I mean, Maria's
a pretty girl,

so sure, she has to deal
with stuff like that sometimes.

But it's not just the customers.

What do you mean?
One of the other vendors,

this guy named Roman Livingston,
he's been hanging

around Maria's
booth a lot.

Roman can be kind of
full of himself.

Thinks he's God's gift
to the ladies.

And he doesn't like
taking no for an answer.

Is he here today?

He was supposed to be.

He's a blacksmith.

He makes swords and daggers

and fancy
kitchen knives.

Works a forge right on-site.
Big crowd-pleaser.

But, uh, he disappeared

after our stop
in Boston.

I didn't think much of it.
Sometimes vendors skip a city

here or there, but after you
told me about Maria...

I don't know.

You might want to look into him.

Hey. It's me.
I'm at the house you sent me to,

and based on what
I'm looking at,

I'm pretty sure Roman Livingston
isn't our kidnapper.

Matter of fact,
I think he's another victim.

That didn't take long.

Small place.
Not a lot to search.

WATSON:
Which is not to say

we did not find
anything interesting.

There are pictures of Roman
and Maria all over the place.

They were a couple.

We found this
under the couch.

Must have gotten kicked there
when Roman got abducted.

Looks like he put up
a hell of a fight.

It was unlocked, so
we checked the texts.

It confirms they were

in a relationship.

It's mostly
heart emojis,

the occasional zucchini.

Then a few days before
they got abducted,

their texts got
more interesting.

Maria:
"I'm sorry I got us into this."

Roman: "It's not your fault."

Maria: "I can't
do it anymore.

We need to get
away from them."

Any idea who she's
talking about?

They never spelled it out.

Could be related
to Maria's financial domination.

Could be unconnected,
but it sounds like

they got into business
with some pretty nasty people.

Seems like their bad business
caught up with them.

At least one assailant

abducted Maria
from her apartment,

but no less than three people
took Roman.

There are three different sets
of boot prints here,

one set of bare feet.

None of the prints
match the person who took Maria.

So it seems like they
did run afoul of some sort

of criminal conspiracy.

Assuming the barefoot one
was Roman,

they took him this way,
but there's nothing back here.

Appears that
Roman's property

extends further
than one might think.

WATSON: Looks like some
of his equipment is missing.

Maybe the kidnappers took it?

Suggests the work
that they were doing here

had more to do with smithing
than sexual extortion.

You think Roman was being forced
to make something for someone?

Him and Maria.
Her texts implied that she'd

gotten them both into something.

Something she didn't want
to do anymore.

Some of it
delicate work.

Much like the
toys Maria makes.

What's all that?

Metal scraps from the work
that they were doing here.

It's called "flashing."

It's the stray
scraps of metal

that are around a metal part

after it's been punched
out a machine press.

The flashing
has to be stripped away

so the part can be used.

You think, if you can fit
all the pieces together,

the space in the middle will
show us what they were making?

Ah.

Straight edges
likely towards the center.

They're from multiple
pressings, so I'm focusing

on the darker pieces.

Should all be from
the same part.

This is a recoil spring.

And this is an extractor.

So they weren't making
knickknacks

to sell at their makers' events.

They were making pistols.

This looks like
the frame for a .45.

BELL:
Full-metal,

semiautomatic M1911-A1 pistol.

Maria and Roman
were making ghost guns.

No serial numbers,
no purchase records.

Completely untraceable.

And worth about a grand apiece
on the street.

WATSON:
We found scraps from

at least a dozen pistols
in Roman's workshop.

There's no telling how many
more he and Maria made.

We think they were
being forced to make them,

probably by street-level dealers

or black-market
wholesalers.

HOLMES: When Maria and
her blacksmith swain

tried to extricate themselves
from the arrangement,

they were abducted,
perhaps to make them

continue their work,
keep the merchandise flowing.

WATSON:
The good news is,
if we find out

who's been selling their guns,

we can figure out
who kidnapped them.

Actually, I might be able
to help with that.

The ATF has been looking
for guns

exactly like the ones
you're talking about.

Apparently, they've
been showing up

all over the Eastern Seaboard
for the last couple of years.

It's almost 100 arrests here
of people who committed crimes

with the kind of gun
we're talking about.

Maybe we can get
someone to flip,

tell us who sold them
the gun they used.

Pretty sure the ATF already went
down that road.

Nobody talked.
Well, we'll just have to find

a point of leverage
that they missed.

BELL:
Another stack
of case files

from the ATF's
New York field office.

Joan says she's still
tracking down more

from other offices.

Anything jump out at you?

So far, no one
appears to be

a suitable candidate
for snitching.

These I rejected out of hand,
and these the ATF applied

whatever possible
pressure they could

to get them to cooperate,
with no success.

Well, there's plenty more
where they came from.

Listen, about the
U.S. Marshals...

You decided not to apply
for the job.

I-I appreciate
everything you said.

Seriously. It's just...

my mom's here.

Chantal would have
to uproot her life.

Not to mention the
timing's all wrong.

Those are indeed factors,

but the one that's most
important to you,

you're keeping
to yourself, aren't you?

The captain.

You feel that leaving him
would be disloyal.

Everything you know about
being a detective--

I mean, the stuff
that really matters,

the stuff that
makes you great--

did you learn it yourself,
or did someone teach you?

I think we know
that it's the former.

Right, so imagine
it was different.

Imagine someone
tapped you.

Took you under
their wing,

made you who you are
as a professional.

You think you could just
walk away from them?

The Marshals don't accept
anyone over the age of 36,

so by the time
the captain's days are done,

you'll likely be too old to
apply to the Marshals Service.

I know what I'm passing up.

And I know what I'm staying for.

I'm good with it.

Well, it's your decision.

In the meantime,
think we've found our man.

You're wasting your time.

ATF already tried
to get me to rat

on the person
who sold me the gun.

I wouldn't talk then,
so why would I talk now?

Two people's lives
are in danger now.

That makes us more likely
to talk to the D.A.

about a deal for you.

You just have to
give us a name.

Oh, that's it?
Look, you didn't
hurt anyone

when you robbed that bank;
just scared a few tellers

by waving a gun in their faces.

We can work with that.

Sorry. I'm not a snitch.

A portion of the money
you stole--

almost $50,000-- was never
recovered by the police.

I hauled ass
from that bank,

but the cops got
onto me pretty fast.

I lost the 50 grand
during the pursuit.

That's funny.
My friend thinks

you stashed it at the
home of your mistress.

What are you
talking about?

I'm married
going on 20 years.

I don't have a mistress.

Then who's Crissy Olsen?

My friend, see,

he noticed that she's
visited you a lot upstate.

She signs in as a "prison
outreach volunteer,"

but far as we can tell,
you're the only prisoner she...

reaches out to.

But what really jumped
out is that the address

on the license she uses to
check in with the guards

is just two blocks from
the bank you robbed.

Made my friend wonder if that's
where you lost the 50K.

You realize that
if Crissy's house

got searched
and that money turned up,

she'd be charged as an accessory
after the fact.

You'd also have to explain to
your wife how you know her.

You can't.

First, you're gonna
give me the name

of the person
who sold you the gun.

Second, you're gonna make sure
that 50K makes its way

back to the bank.

Crissy will stay out of jail,

your wife will never find out
about her,

and we'll get our gun dealer.

It's a win-win-win.

I bought the gun from a guy
named Enrique Moncada.

He lives out
in Wyandanch.

Enrique Moncada, this
is Suffolk County PD.

We have you surrounded.

Put your hands

where we can see them and
get down on the ground.

(gunfire)
OFFICER: Gun, gun, gun!

Shots fired!

(indistinct police radio
chatter)

What a mess.

I advised the locals to pick
Moncada up on the street,

but they wanted to grab him
at his residence.

Their jurisdiction.

They get to
call the shots.

I hung back like they asked.

Then everything went to hell.

It was over
by the time I got here.

ESU guys say he went
for his gun.

A hand-forged
.45 M1911 pistol.

The locals found
a dozen more

just like it
in a shed out back.

So Moncada was
definitely selling

the ghost guns made by
our kidnap victims.

We searched the house
and the property.

There's no sign of Maria
or Roman anywhere.

And our best chance
at finding them

just committed
suicide by cop.

You were looking
at his tattoos?

Enrique Moncada was
a member of Los Ladrones.

It's a motorcycle gang with
a largely Latino membership.

Well, makes sense
they're the ones

who took Maria and Roman.

Los Ladrones run a lot of guns.

And some of the pistols
Moncada had on hand

were brand-new, as if they
were made after the kidnapping.

So we were right
about the kidnappers.

They wanted Maria and Roman
to keep making guns for them.

I got a look at some of
Moncada's merchandise

before the local
police took it away.

Some of the newer pistols
were rather shoddily made.

Not Maria and Roman's
usual craftsmanship.

You think someone else
was making them?

Novices.

More precisely, students.

Then Maria and Roman
are teaching people

how to make their ghost guns.

I imagine Los Ladrones
are compelling them to do so.

Once they've trained
their replacements,

they won't need them anymore.

They won't let them go.
They'll kill them.

We need to find them
before that.

We're working to identify
the members of the gang.

Properties they own.
We'll move on them

as soon as we find out where
they're holding Maria and Roman.

HOLMES:
We can speed up
that process.

We've already met
a member of Los Ladrones.

We just have to invite them
back to the precinct.

You want to see the one
on my belly, too?

We're good. Thanks.

Tattoos confirm
what we already suspected.

You're a member of Los Ladrones.

Your mustache
gave you away,

in case you were wondering.

I don't have a mustache.

But you did, until you
shaved it off yesterday.

Presumably to look the part
of the concerned brother.

But your uneven tan
revealed

that you recently sported
a handlebar mustache,

which is popular
amongst Los Ladrones.

We're guessing you're the one
who came up with the idea

of your sister
and her boyfriend

making guns
for your gang.

When they decided
they didn't want

to do it anymore,
you kidnapped 'em.

I never touched Maria.

No.

Your boot prints are a match

for a set that we found
outside Roman's home.

Someone else took Maria.

Are they still alive?

Did I used to run
with Los Ladrones?

Yeah. Used to.

But I'm out of that life now.

If some of those fools took
Maria and her boyfriend,

I don't know anything about it.

Hope you're
better at maths

than you are at lying.

What's that supposed to mean?

BELL:
It means that if Roman
and your sister

are dead, we're gonna charge you
with murder and conspiracy.

You'll go to prison
for the rest of your life.

If they're alive

and you tell us
where to find them,

you'll probably
just get 15 to 20

for kidnapping and gunrunning.

The choice is yours.

Doctors want to keep
her for observation,

but looks like she's
gonna be fine.

How's Roman?

He caught
a lungful of smoke

from one of ESU's
flash grenades,

but nothing to
worry about.

Between him, her and the
brother, we might have

enough to take down
this whole gang.

If you thought the Marshals

were interested in you
before...

Sherlock told you?

No.

Deputy Lincoln
paid me a visit yesterday.

He wanted more background
on you.

Pretty standard stuff
when an agency like that

sets their sights on you.

When I mentioned to Sherlock

that he and Joan
might also get a visit,

he copped to throwing
your name in the ring.

He also told me that you're
planning to turn them down.

Captain...
Marcus, let me finish.

I'm hoping
I can talk you out of that.

Marcus,

this is a great opportunity.

Did Sherlock tell you why
I'm planning to turn them down?

No. He didn't need to.

I get how big
a decision this is,

so if you decide to tell
them no, I'll understand.

But if you decide to see
this thing through,

I just want you to know...

that...

I'd be so proud of you.

No. Trebuchet.

T-R-E-B-U-C-H-E-T.

It's a sort of catapult.

I believe that drug smugglers
are operating one

from the southwest end
of Chemin Beaver.

(doorbell ringing)

Yes, in Quebec.

I'll e-mail you
the pertinent details,

but the trebuchet has already
claimed one innocent life.

You need to find it
before it takes another.

Come in.
Thanks.

I can't stay.

I just wanted you to know...

I put in my application
to the Marshals Service.

I have to finish up my masters
in criminology first,

but after that,
if all goes well,

I report to training
at Glynco in six months.

I know you're
gonna want time

to break in a new human badge,
so I figured I'd tell you now.

Six months notice.

That's more than fair.

(chuckles softly)

Have a good night.

♪ I don't need it ♪

♪ It's all right,
it's all right ♪

♪ It's all right now ♪

♪ I'm fine
with how it all went down. ♪