Elementary (2012–…): Season 6, Episode 17 - The Worms Crawl in, the Worms Crawl Out - full transcript

It’s still not
bloody hot enough.

WOMAN: Oh, no.
I need to sneeze.

Can I sneeze?
Yes, if you must,

but please no other movement
for 40 minutes.

Or until your paint runs.
Whichever comes first.

(sneezes)

(grunts)

Please, resume your position.

So, you’re sure this killer,

this is how he got his jump
on his victim?

The victim was ambushed
and strangled

in the sweltering courtyard

of a heavily secured
Moroccan royal palace.

A motion sensor was
tripped an hour before,

but the guards see nothing.

They assumed it
was a false alarm.

But I believe that is
when the killer entered,

and something

enabled him to hide
in plain sight.

And remember the paint smudges
on the victim’s neck.

They were the same color
as the tiles in the courtyard.

Ah.
So you think

that the killer...

camouflaged himself
with body paint.

If we can identify
which brand of paint he used,

we might be able to determine
where he procured it.

If we do, we’ll be one step
closer to catching the killer.

Sophia, your paint’s streaking.

Good.

I have to pee.

So that rules Sophia’s
paint out, then.

If it melts here, it would have
totally melted in Morocco.

That mean we’re done?

(phone ringing)

Hello?

Now?

Yeah, okay.

I’ll be there shortly.

Sherlock, thanks for coming in.

If you don’t mind, Dr. Furing,

I’d, uh, just like to jump
to the bad news.

Bad news?
Yeah.

Last month,
during my follow-up exam,

neither you nor Dr. Hanson
seemed concerned about

my post-concussion syndrome
relapsing,

so if that’s changed...

No, no.

Your tests were great.

Better than great.

Your recovery
is going well.

My temp didn’t tell you
why I needed to see you?

No.

We were robbed.

The office was closed
for the last two weeks.

Someone broke in
while we were away.

The thief stole our
computers, exam equipment

and a bunch
of our medical files.

Including mine.
Whoever did it

has all of your
personal information.

We wanted you to know

so you could take steps
to protect yourself.

I appreciate the verbal warning.

So...

before I go,

why don’t I have a look around?

I mean, I’ve seen my fair share
of burglaries, so...

perhaps I can be of help
with yours.

WOMAN: I think you all know
what entomology means,

but this is the Department
of Entomology and Nematology.

Which means we also study worms.

Roundworms, hookworms,
flatworms and these guys:

earthworms.

This is our vermicomposter,
where millions of earthworms

turn organic waste into
the world’s best fertilizer.

Worm poop.

(quiet laughter)
The tricky part

is separating the worms
from all that fertilizer.

Which is why we have
this bad boy,

our worm harvester.

Worms and castings
go in one end.

Clean worms fall
out the other.

I’ll show you how it works,
but I need a volunteer.

Excellent.

All you have to do
is hold this bucket right here.

Ready?

Is that a hand?

(muffled groaning and gasping)

♪ ♪

BELL: Best we can tell,
this is Dr. William Velnik,

Senior Professor
of Invertebrate Zoology

here at Millerton U.

Also known in nematology circles
as "the Worm Hunter."

Apparently,
he’s one of the world’s

foremost experts
on the little guys.

Cause of death was a single
stab wound to the throat.

The puncture mark
looks like it could be

from a flathead screwdriver--

maybe from that
work station over there.

The university’s been looking

to expand this area.

Good chance that saw

served as the killer’s
carving station.

After that, all the pieces
went into the compost bin.

They’ve been there for weeks.

So, are we sure
about the I.D.?

Apparently, Velnik got
this bone plug earring

on one of his
research trips.

It’s one of a kind,
from some tribe in Botswana.

There’s a picture of him
wearing it in here.

The Worm Hunter
in his natural habitat.

This guy spent his
life digging up worms?

Guess it’s good
for your abs.

According to his coworkers,

he was pretty popular
with the ladies.

I wonder why.

So, if he was so popular,

then why didn’t anyone
report him missing?

Well, he was supposed to be
off the grid in the Amazon,

looking for new species of
worms the last three weeks.

Everyone here just thought he
was knee-deep in rain forest.

Did you find his cell phone?

We think the killer took it.

Also pulled the hard drive
out of his computer.

Gotta think he knew
the person, right?

I mean, the cell phone
and the hard drive

would have pointed us
in that person’s direction.

Whoever they are,
they’re not just thorough.

They’re three weeks ahead of us.

HOLMES:As you can see,

Professor Velnik worked late
into the night

before his trip, and then left
distinctly un-murdered.

We found that a trifle odd.

Odder still-- he was wearing
different clothing

than was found at the scene.

It’s almost as if
this footage came

from an entirely
different night.

That’s why we asked you

for footage
going back a few months.

We wanted to know-- was this
an anomaly or a pattern?

Turns out there were
dozens of times

when people’s clothing
from the lab footage

did not match
what they were wearing

in other campus footage
from the same day.

You’re kidding.

One time, someone even showed up

inside and outside the lab
simultaneously.

HOLMES:
So, either Velnik’s lab

has come unmoored
from time and space,

or someone doctored
all that footage,

swapping new for old
several times a month,

including the night
of his murder.

We think whoever did it
could be our killer.

So, as head of campus security,
we were hoping

that you could
help us I.D.

whoever tampered
with the footage.

HOLMES: Emphasis
on"werehoping."

’Cause I’ve now got an idea
who did it: you.

(chuckles)

You’re stealing
pesticides

from Professor
Velnik’s lab,

and then doctoring the footage
to hide your crimes.

So, why-why did you kill him?

Did he catch you in the act?

Whoa, hold on.

Why would I want
to steal pesticides,

let alone kill someone
over them?

Your yellow-stained fingers
gave you away.

You’ve been
handling DNP.

It’s a pesticide
employed by steroid abusers

as a peerless,
though often deadly, fat burner.

Fine, I have been selling DNP,
but I didn’t steal it.

Professor Velnik gave it to me.

Why would he do that?

Payment.

For?

Looping the security footage.

He’s the one
that wanted it doctored.

He used his office for
hooking up with students,

faculty, research
assistants-- you name it.

He knew, if the university
found out, they’d fire him.

So, whenever he needed
some privacy, he’d text me,

and I’d shut off the
lab’s cameras until dawn

and fill in the gaps
with footage from other days.

Can you prove any of this?

I’ve got texts from him
going back almost a year.

The last one is from the
night you say he disappeared.

Maybe the person he was
meeting killed him.

WATSON:
Someone with that many
lovers is bound to have

a few jealous ones.

I assume you didn’t mess
with any

of the other cameras on campus.

Good.

We should check
the footage again,

see who Velnik
was interacting with

when he wasn’t
in his lab.

One of them could turn out
to be our killer.

(door opens)

WATSON:
Looks like a nasty bunch.

Think one of them killed Velnik?

Not precisely.

These are stand-ins
for the women he was diddling,

any one of whom
could have murdered him.

And you had to make them
into worms because...?

While you got
our dinner,

I went through the footage
from the other cameras

at the university.

I identified at least one woman

who almost certainly
frequented Velnik’s bed.

A T.A. named Iris Hill.

I noticed that she
was wearing a pendant

from the Andean
Qu’e-chi tribe.

Velnik was one
of the few Westerners

allowed to meet with them.

So it stands to reason
he gave it to her.

Then I remembered this.

Velnik had a naming plaque
at his office to commemorate

the many new species
that he had discovered--

including this
delightful specimen.

Pulchralata collis iridescens.

That’s Latin
for "beautiful Iris Hill."

He named an
inchworm after her?

It’s not uncommon
for scientists

to name species after people
they care for or admire.

I named a honeybee after you.

But I, of course,
was honoring my work partner.

The professor, I believe,
was honoring his sex partners.

So you think these are all
Latin versions of women’s names.

If you’re right,
all we have to do

is translate them into English,

and then cross-reference them
against a list

of his students
and colleagues.

The university
sent over such a list

a little while ago. Here.

Oh, speaking of sex partners,
I ran into

Athena and Sophia on their
way out this morning.

They said you were going
to see Dr. Furing.

Is everything okay?

She wanted me to know
that her office

had been burglarized
and that my patient file

was among the items missing.

In addition to securing
my personal information,

I’ve also decided
to identify the culprit.

I reached out to several
pawnshops and fences,

as well as a friend
at a credit bureau

who’s agreed to flag
any suspicious activity

with my stolen data.

In the meantime,

shall we put some names
to these beautiful faces?

(woman sobbing)

Will told me I was
his Formosan termite.

They mate for life.

(sobbing)

Next.

HOLMES:
TyingMorpho aurora hortulana

to your name,
Sepi Chamanara, wasn’t easy.

Aurora means "dawn,"
but there wasn’t a single Dawn

in our list of William Velnik’s
known associates.

WATSON:Sepiis short for "dawn"

in Farsi--
isn’t that right, Professor?

Andchamanaraandhortulana

both mean "gardener"

in Farsi and in Latin
respectively.

Hence the "Brush-Footed
Butterfly Sepi Chamanara."

It’s a good indication that you
and Velnik were lovers.

Okay.

Yes, Will and I had sex
from time to time.

But it wasn’t anything serious.

When you say it wasn’t serious,
does that mean

you knew he was hooking up
with other women?

The way I see it,
Will and I were just animals

fulfilling a biological
imperative.

There was no reason to
get emotional about it.

Many animals have been known
to kill their sexual rivals.

Or mates.

Many.

But not all.

Will and I were
more like...

...bonobo chimps
than, say, lions.

When we were together...

we had fun.

But when we weren’t,
we didn’t think about it.

In fact, I was with
another lover

the night you think Will died.

I can get you her info.

All right,
assuming that checks out,

any idea who else
might have done this?

I never kept track of who
Will was sleeping with,

but there is a woman out
there, Becca Mainzer--

I had her in a
seminar last quarter.

I didn’t know that she and Will
were hooking up at the time,

but it definitely
explains her behavior.

What behavior?

She’d snap at
me in class.

She’d complain about grades,
deadlines.

She even dinged my car once.

At the time, I-I thought
it was just an accident, but...

maybe underneath it all,
Becca is a lioness.

I’m married.

Why would I care

who Professor Velnik
was sleeping with?

There is a reason we saved
you for last, Becca.

Three of his other lovers

said they saw the two of you
kissing on campus.

He even named
a velvet worm after you.

Fine.

Will and I were seeing
each other.

And yes, I get
possessive.

But I didn’t kill him.

I was at home with my husband
that night.

That seems unlikely,

given that security feeds
show your car

entering the campus lot
at 7:30 p.m.

and leaving two hours later.

BELL:
That puts you near
the crime scene

around the time
Velnik was murdered.

So tell us again:

Were you home,
or were you there?

I was home.

Then who was driving your car?

BELL:
Your wife spilled
her guts, Donnie.

The affair,

you taking the car.

As if that weren’t enough,
a crosswalk camera clocked you

just a block from Millerton
University’s bio building

around the time we think
Velnik was killed.

There’s no good
reason for you

to be on campus
at that hour.

Apart from murdering your
wife’s lover, of course.

Don’t call him that.

He was a predator.

He stole Becca from me.

He deserved what he got.

So you admit to killing him?

Yeah. I do.

I found their e-mails
to each other.

The crap he was
telling her.

Promises he was never
gonna keep.

The pictures.

That night, I finally had it.

I faked a story about having
to fix my mom’s water heater.

My car was in the shop,
so I took Becca’s.

Drove to the
son of a bitch’s lab

and shot him
in the chest.

You shot him?

Three times.

Right here.

I tossed the gun
in the sewer,

and I went home,
and I went to bed.

Best night’s sleep
I had in months.

We’ll be back in a minute.

I’m not crazy, right?

The M.E. confirmed Velnik died

from a severed
carotid?

You’re not crazy.

There were no bullet wounds.

Velnik wasn’t shot.
He was stabbed.

So why confess to a murder,
and then lie about the method?

I don’t think
he is lying.

I think he did shoot
Professor Velnik,

but someone else killed him.

Hey. How’d it go with Hawes?

Well, he wasn’t happy to hear

that he might have
missed something,

but he did agree
to reexamine Velnik’s body.

Most notably the three
hairline fractures on his ribs.

Given Mainzer’s confession,
we both saw the fractures

in a new light,
and Eugene amended his findings

to state that,
prior to his death,

Velnik was shot three times
in the chest,

but the bullets
were probably stopped

by some sort of body armor.

Was he wearing a vest?

’Cause CSU didn’t find one
at the scene.

Nor did campus
security footage

capture one
on his person.

That hoodie he’s wearing
is pretty thin.

I mean, if he was
wearing a vest,

we would be able to see one
underneath it.

We would.

So I submit
that the garment itself

stopped the bullets.

His hoodie?
Mainzer confirmed

that when he shot Velnik,
all Velnik was wearing

was-- and I quote--
"a fancy silvery sweatshirt."

Okay, but CSU didn’t find
that at the scene, either.

If the hoodie
is bulletproof,

it was probably taken
by whoever stabbed him.

Why?
Because, judging by that image,

it would be the thinnest
ballistic cloth

in the world, an innovation
worth potentially millions.

The question
then would be--

where did the professor get it?

I think I might have an idea.

The captain sent over
Velnik’s financials.

Looks like he was
spending way more money

than he made as
a professor.

When he was jetting around
the world hunting worms,

he stayed in high-end resorts,
ate at the best restaurants.

Did you look into how
he was paying for it?

He was siphoning cash
out of his research grants.

I thought maybe one of the
people who was funding him

found out and then
put a stop to it.

But take a look
at his biggest patron.

Hoyt Armor Solutions.

They gave him $200,000

for an unspecified
research project.

Can’t be a coincidence
that he was

wearing that hoodie
while working for them,

can it?
No.

And it would make sense,
them being

in business with a Worm Hunter.

(cell phone chimes)
Natural fibers from worms,

insect larvae and spiders
are the cutting edge

of ballistic textile research.

They have the potential
to be stronger and lighter

than anything synthetic.

You and Marcus should, uh,
see what Hoyt Armor has to say.

Where are you going?

This is from a friend of mine
at the credit bureau.

I have to go and see a man
about a job.

(beep)

WOMAN (over P.A.):
Sherlock Holmes, report
to the foreman’s office.

You’re Sherlock Holmes?

(Irish accent):
I am.

What a coincidence.

So am I.

I don’t want trouble.

But you have to understand,
I need this job.

Yeah, you don’t need
to tell me your story,

’cause I’ve already deduced it.

The rattle in your lungs
indicates you spent

some time working
around coal.

Given your accent,
I’d say it was

the Killroot Plant
in Northern Ireland,

which recently went through
some massive layoffs.

Post-Brexit, job prospects
in the UK are grim.

So you came here,
but you decided to skip

the rigmarole
of getting a work visa

or a Green Card.
Am I right so far?

Bang on.

Unfortunately, you need
an Alien Resident Number

to obtain work in America,
so you used mine.

Don’t worry.

I have no interest
in turning you over to ICE.

I just want to know
where you got my A-Number.

I bought it on a Dark Web site.

Here’s the URL.

Thank you.

Look.

The name "Sherlock Holmes,"

it comes with certain
entanglements.

I’d hate to see you assaulted,

kidnapped or murdered
’cause of me.

Get yourself a new identity
as soon as possible.

HOYT:
I’m sorry.

You think I killed Will
over some hoodie?

We know you paid
him $200,000,

probably for
his help

developing next-gen
ballistic clothing

from insect and
worm fibers.

We also know that you were
not happy with his work.

BELL: According to
Velnik’s neighbors,

few weeks before the murder,
he got into a shouting match

outside his place with a man
matching your description.

Something about "delays"
and "broken promises."

WATSON: We think
that you found out

that he made his own
bulletproof garment.

You thought that he
was holding out on you.

Maybe shopping it
to other bidders.

Now the hoodie’s missing,
and Velnik is dead.

You said he was murdered
three weeks ago,

Friday night?
Or thereabouts.

That weekend,
I was supposed to be

at a trade show,

The truth is, I was with
a friend in Niagara Falls.

A friend who is not my wife.

We went over into Canada,
hit a casino.

Plenty of cameras over there,
if you don’t believe me.

Say we do believe you.

You still could have
hired someone

to kill Velnik
and take the hoodie.

I didn’t even know
about the hoodie, okay?

Did I pay Will? Sure,
but not to make anything.

He’s the Worm Hunter,
and that’s what I hired him for:

a worm hunt.

What kind of worm hunt
is worth 200 grand?

The kind that could
save my company.

You’re right about bug fibers

being the next big thing
in protective clothing,

but that’s not
the whole story.

No one’s been able to crack

how to make them
in commercial quantities.

That’s why I hired Will.

To find bio-organic fibers

we might be able
to synthesize in bulk.

And after I went boot-to-ass
on him that night,

he finally delivered.

He got me
some samples.

My chemists are working
on them right now.

If that’s true,

I’m assuming you had
an agreement in writing?

We’ll want to see it
and the research.

Be my guest.
There’s nothing about him

making a prototype for us.

Look, if he made one,
it must have come

from the sample fibers
he collected.

They’re rare,
but maybe he was able

to pull together enough
for one sweatshirt.

You know,
come to think of it,

I may know why Will
would have wanted

to make himself bulletproof.

Look, a month ago,

he told me someone
was e-mailing him

anonymous death threats.

I told him
not to sweat it.

Sounded like nonsense.

And now he’s dead.

Obviously, I didn’t take
the threats seriously enough.

But if I were you,

I’d try to find the person
who sent them.

(video game gunfire
sound effects)

You playing a video game?

Worse than that.

I’m watching a recording
of a video game.

Mason sent it.

I’m solving
a crime for him,

in exchange for him
solving two crimes for us.

Okay.

Plays this online game
where he’s part

of a powerful
starship alliance.

As you can see, he
and his friends engaged in, uh,

all-out war with another armada
days ago.

What was the crime?

Just as
the battle began,

a cloaked torpedo was fired
from behind Mason’s flagship,

blowing it up
and triggering an utter rout

of his side.

He wants to know
who fired the fatal shot.

You said, in exchange
for solving this crime,

he was gonna help us
solve two crimes?

Crime number one: the death
threats issued to Velnik.

When you texted me about them,

I thought finding the source
would be simple.

Dig into Velnik’s e-mails.

Back-trace the sender.

Unfortunately,
according to CCS,

his university e-mail account

was deleted
right after his murder.

Oh, so you’ve got Mason
restoring the information

so you can find out
who sent the threats.

So, what’s crime number two?

Someone sold my A-Number
on the Dark Net,

and Mason is trying to uncover
the name of the vendor.

Lucky for him, I think
I’ve solved his little mystery.

Who blew up his flagship?

Oh, it’s very complicated.

I spotted a slight recoil

in another ship in his fleet

just seconds before
the invisible torpedo struck.

Well, the recoil
was from firing the torpedo.

He was double-crossed.

That’s not so complicated.

It was fired by his girlfriend.

Oh.

(cell phone chimes)
Is that him?

After a series
of cry-face emojis,

Mason reports
that he has

uncovered the source
of Velnik’s death threats.

BELL:Quinn...

we know you’re the one

who sent Velnik
these death threats.

Our expert traced them
to your office computer

at the private equity
firm where you work.

Okay.

Fine.

I sent Velnik the e-mails,
but it is not what you think.

I’ve sent death threats to
dozens of people over the years.

And that’s supposed to
make you look less guilty?

These e-mails
aren’t just threats.

They’re a delivery system
for a computer virus--

technically a worm--

that lets me download the data
of anyone who opens one.

And you send them to anyone
who might have information

related to the buyouts
and investments

you’re considering.

Why disguise your worm
as a death threat?

People are pretty savvy
these days

when it comes to opening
strange e-mails.

But the one thing they’ll
never ignore is a threat.

Since you sent one to Velnik,
I assume he had something

to do with a company
you’re looking to buy?

Velnik was consulting
for Hoyt Armor.

The tactical fiber industry
is worth north of $100 billion.

If Velnik had
the inside track

on a newer, better
ballistic cloth,

we wanted to buy Hoyt Armor

before their valuation
went supernova.

Only it was a bust.

You didn’t get
the information you needed.

Oh, I got it.

It just proved Hoyt Armor
wasn’t worth the effort.

When I looked
at Velnik’s research logs,

I saw that he and Hoyt
weren’t even close

to commercial production
of a new fiber.

So we backed off of Hoyt Armor.

End of story.

BELL:
This data you stole--

you wouldn’t happen
to still have it?

BELL: "Incorporated
super-promoter in genome

to ramp up levels
of acetylcholinester..."

I can’t make heads
or tails of this stuff.

Velnik only cared about
two things in life:

sex and worms.

I’m pretty sure this
is all about worms.

Specifically nematodes,
also known as roundworms.

As of late,
they seemed to be

the entire focus
of his research.

Cross-breeding
of roundworms,

pesticide resistance
in roundworms.

It’s roundworms as far
as the eye can see.

This looks like
the fiber research

that he did
for Hoyt Armor.

Looks pretty thin.

WATSON: Looks like
there’s only about

a dozen or so
fiber samples.

I mean, I haven’t done

academic research
since medical school,

but if you ask me,

Velnik really phoned it in.

The woman who gave you
these materials

mined every last piece of data
from Velnik’s computer,

and there’s
no indication

that he gathered enough fibers

to weave the bulletproof
hoodie himself

or that he researched
design methods

for ballistic cloth
or body armor.

So you’re thinking he
wasn’t the one who made it.

Well, if he didn’t,
who did?

Someone who made off with it
after he was dead.

So Velnik stole the hoodie
from someone,

then three weeks ago,
that person stole it back?

That what you’re saying?

He was taking the threats
to his life seriously.

The hoodie was meant
to protect him.

Instead, it got him killed.

You think Velnik was
killed by the person

he took the prototype from.

Or one of that person’s
competitors.

They realized Velnik had the
hoodie, so they went and got it.

Sherlock’s going through
Velnik’s research logs,

hoping to I.D. the labs
he might have visited

when he was doing
his research for Hoyt Armor.

(cell phone chimes)

That’s him.

He says,
"Meet me at Rodman’s Neck.

Bring Donnie Mainzer’s gun."

He wants you to bring
the gun used to shoot Velnik

to a firing range?

Why?

(scoffs)
I gotta say,

this feels like cheating.

HOLMES: Well, it would be
if this had anything

to do with marksmanship,
but it doesn’t.

We’re testing
ballistic fiber.

Donnie Mainzer fired
at point-blank range.

So must you.

Even if it does give you
an unfair advantage

in your gentleman’s duel

with test dummies
filled with fake blood.

Don’t worry.

I’m not throwing away my shot.

(three gunshots)

BELL:
Oh, that’s the last of them.

Three dead, two wounded.

So, I never asked.

Almost afraid to.

But how did you get
five samples of experimental

ballistic cloth in
less than a day?

Well, while there are downsides
to coming from a family

with the wealth and influence
of a small nation-state,

when a Holmes walks into a lab
and offers to invest millions

in their next-gen,
bio-organic fiber,

they tend to deliver.

But how’s it gonna look

when you don’t fund
any of the labs?

Who says I won’t?

This is life-saving
technology.

Or it’s supposed to be.

That one has severe
internal bleeding.

Pretty sure this one

would have made it.

Hairline fractures,

just like on Velnik.

Well, guess it’s time
to pay Orb-Lite labs a visit.

(over phone):
It’s Mason. Hang up and text me.

Mason, I’ve yet to receive
the results of your second task,

so imagine my annoyance
when I logged on

to your space game
to see that you’ve started

to rebuild your alliance
with your treacherous girlfriend

rather than finding my thief.

Fulfill the terms of our deal,
or I will join your game

and I will lay
your home world to ashes.

That’s harsh.

It’s deserved,
I assure you.

WOMAN:
Mr. Holmes,

sorry to keep
you waiting.

I had to secure some of
our free-range specimens

before I could
let you...

inside.

Wait. Are you the police?

Detective Bell.

We need to ask you
some questions.

WOMAN: I gave you that ballistic
cloth sample in good faith,

and now you’re accusing me
of murder?

Consider it additional vetting.

I may well invest
in your lab.

But that would be contingent

on whether or not
you killed William Velnik.

This hoodie you think he stole--
it’s not possible.

Because Orb-Lite didn’t make it.

We couldn’t have.

You sent him a sample
of ballistic cloth

that behaved exactly
like that hoodie.

Same characteristics,
same results.

Same spider.

The hoodie you described
must use

the same base material we do.

Silk from Darwin’s bark spiders.

That’s how you make
the cloth so thin.

Darwin’s bark spiders

are from Madagascar.

Their silk is ten times
stronger than Kevlar.

How did you get enough
of them in one place

to produce any sort of output?

That’s what I’m trying
to tell you.

We didn’t.

So far, we haven’t

produced enough cloth
to make a tank top,

let alone a sweatshirt.

Follow me.

I’ll show you.

Darwin’s bark spider silk
is ideal for tactical cloth.

The problem is,
they’re cannibals.

We’ve tried
hormones, drugs,

but nothing stops
the killing.

The only solution

is an individual enclosure
for each spider.

But we’d need hundreds
of thousands of spiders

to make enough silk
to go into production.

BELL: So you’d need
the same number of enclosures

and a facility
the size of a football field.

The cost would be
astronomical.

Right now, we have 20 spiders.

The sample we gave you

was six months’ worth
of their production.

Dr. Elke and I are trying

to find a way
to scale up,

but so far, we’ve struck out.

So, whoever made

the hoodie you were
talking about

must have figured out how to
mass-produce bark spider silk.

It just wasn’t us.

BELL: We’ll need
your research notes.

And it’ll help
if you both provide

an alibi for the time
of the murder,

but I think we’re done here.
HOLMES: Actually...

I-I see your enclosures
are heavily fortified.

Bark spiders, I know,
are cannibals,

but are they also
escape artists?

Um, a few spiders
got out last year,

so we upgraded

to more secure enclosures.
Why?

Perhaps someone
helped them escape.

You think someone
took them?

Hmm. I mean, the spiders
are valuable.

But Dr. Elke and I

are the only ones with
access to this lab.

No one else gets in
unsupervised.

Really?
What about whoever was

having sex in
that chair?

I’m sorry. What?

Well, the signs
are quite clear

to anyone with a keen eye

and a sensitive nose.
(sniffs)

I mean, aside from the, uh,
biological trace evidence,

the scuff marks
beneath the chair

indicate a sort
of rhythmic movement.

I see no indication that you

and Dr. Elke are partners,
so perhaps

one of you had help
in making them.

Scott?

I...

I’ve, uh, kind of been
hooking up with someone

on and off

for the past year.

I work long hours,
so sometimes she, uh...

(clears throat)
visits.

Was she here the night
your spiders got out?

She asked me
to go get some wine.

I was gone 15 minutes, tops.

Afterwards I thought
we bumped the enclosures,

you know, during,

and that’s how
the spiders escaped, but...

Now you think she stole them.

She have a name?

Uh, Sepi.

Sepi Chamanara.

She’s a professor
at Millerton University.

SEPI:Okay.

Maybe I stole a few spiders.

But come on, they’re spiders.

And we’ve been
over this.

I was with someone
the night Will died.

WATSON: Actually,
I talked to her.

After I explained
what we think you did,

she admitted that she didn’t
know exactly

what time you showed up
at her place

the night of the murder.
HOLMES: You recently bid

on a lucrative contract
to provide body armor

to federal law enforcement.

BELL: The bid included
photos of your prototype,

which looks exactly like the one
we saw Professor Velnik wearing.

We figure Velnik found out about
your prototype and stole it.

For a while,
you didn’t know it was him.

Then Donnie Mainzer
entered the picture.

We know you were on campus
that night.

You heard shots.

You ran to help him,
but then you saw him

wearing your missing hoodie.

He’d violated your trust.

You lost your temper.

There was
a screwdriver nearby.

You guys are really desperate
to pin this on someone,

aren’t you?

You are right
about one thing, though.

That is my hoodie.

But Will
didn’t steal it.

When he told me about the
death threats he’d been getting,

I was worried about him,
so I gave him one.

You just handed over
your prototype?

I have dozens
of them.

If you’d like, I can bring
a boxful to the station.

HOLMES: You’ve found
a way to mass-produce

Darwin’s bark spider silk?

A way that no one else
can duplicate.

See for yourselves.

It’s a silkworm farm.

I took the genes
from a Darwin’s bark spider

and spliced them into silkworms.

Now the worms spin their cocoons

out of bulletproof
spider silk.

The process is proprietary,

and it cannot
be reverse-engineered.

Which means that no one,

not even if they got their hands
on one of my prototypes,

could steal it.

So, if you’re looking
for motive to kill Will,

I don’t have one.

HOLMES:Well, Sepi Chamanara

is as talented a liar
as she is a geneticist,

but she’s a liar nonetheless.

I don’t trust her, either,
but we still don’t have

any way to link her
to Velnik’s murder.

You’re wrong about that,
and so is she.

We have motive.

In the photographs
she showed us,

did you notice
the mulberry leaves

that her silkworms
were eating?

They should be green and plump.

Instead, they were jaundiced
and brittle.

That’s why she killed Velnik.

Because of yellow
mulberry leaves?

Because he was a mass murderer.

He’d figured out a way to kill

tens of thousands
of her silkworms,

and she killed him
to avenge them.

Now we just have to prove it.

GREGSON: You’ve been
holding out on us, Mr. Hoyt.

When my people spoke to you
earlier, you failed to mention

the little conspiracy

you had cooking with
William Velnik.

We spoke
to Sepi Chamanara today.

Does that name
ring a bell?

She told us that she’s
using transgenic silkworms

to mass-produce spider silk.

Apparently, it’s going
to revolutionize

the body armor business.
BELL: When she showed us

pictures of her silk farm,

something caught
our colleague’s eye.

Her silk farm is half empty.

There were racks for twice
as many worms as she had,

and the worms that
were in the pictures

were feeding on wilted,
yellow leaves.

I’m not following you.

What does that have to do
with me and Will?

Those silkworms are potentially
worth billions of dollars.

Why feed them sick leaves
unless she had no other choice?

WATSON:
Now, the funny
thing about

genetically engineered
species-- they often have

highly specialized diets.

Now, as far as we can
tell, Sepi’s silkworms

could only eat the leaves
of a very specific,

very rare subspecies
of mulberry.

GREGSON: Probably
why she planted

an entire orchard of those trees
at her silkworm farm.

Only her special trees

looked like they were dying.

BELL:
That’s where you come
into the picture.

Those dying trees.

Our associate
was able to tell

from the look of
those yellow leaves

that Sepi’s trees
were being killed

by something called
root-knot roundworms.

WATSON:
Now, according
to Velnik’s

research logs,

he spent the better part
of the past year

breeding pesticide-resistant
root-knot roundworms.

BELL:
Sepi Chamanara
is bidding

for a huge body armor contract
with the Feds.

As it turns out, you’re
the current contract holder.

You knew, if you lost it,
your company would go under.

So you had Velnik
breed those worms

for the express purpose
of killing Sepi’s trees.

Her worms would starve,
and Hoyt Armor would be saved.

It was Will’s idea.

He found out about
Sepi’s silkworms,

said they were
the next big thing.

He told me he could
sabotage them-- for a price.

An aggressive prosecutor
could probably

turn this into a RICO case.

But lucky for you,

we only want Sepi.

You give us
something we can use

to nail her for Velnik’s murder,
and we’re done here.

She saved her trees.

What does that mean?

I have a friend
on the approval board

for that body armor contract.

After Will worked his magic,

he told me Sepi’s worms
were starving

and that her chance of
landing that contract was nil.

But a few weeks back,
my friend e-mails me,

tells me that Sepi’s
the frontrunner again.

That somehow she saved

her damn trees
from Will’s roundworms.

This was five days
after he was murdered.

Call me crazy, but...

somehow that’s gotta be
connected, right?

(grunting)

What the hell, man?

What are you doing in my place?

It’s not your place.

Your name is Nick Agnes.

You recently broke
into a doctor’s office,

and you stole a bunch
of patient files.

You’ve been selling
the information

in those files online, hmm?

(panting):
God.

It’s you.

The guy with the weird name.

Sherlock, right?

You’re the one
he wanted to know about.

What?
This guy.

He-he called me
a couple weeks ago.

Said he knew all about me.

(panting)

Drug problem.

Crimes I’d done.

Things that would get me
locked up unless I did

exactly what he said.

Which was?

Rob the doctor’s office.

He said I could take
whatever I wanted

and sell it, but to make sure
that I got your file.

He said it was
real important.

What was his name?

This is outrageous.

I came here because you said
you had more questions

about Will,
and now you’re, what,

accusing me of stabbing him

because he was killing
my mulberry trees

and starving
my silkworms?

My trees are fine.

I can prove it.

So can we.

We got these from
your silkworm farm.

You had your workers
spraying your trees with them.

One’s a pesticide
called Versacarb.

The other is DBDP.

It’s funny.
Normally, neither one

is any good
at killing roundworms.

In spite of that,

the day after Velnik died,
you had your foreman

spraying your orchard
with both of them.

And like magic,

your trees started
to recover.

BELL:
Only it wasn’t magic.

It was Velnik’s last ounce
of scientific ethics.

Before he turned his roundworms
loose on your trees,

he engineered a weakness
into them.

A failsafe in
case they spread.

He only wanted your trees dead,

not every mulberry tree
in the world.

So he made his roundworms
susceptible

to a combination of
Versacarb and DBDP.

But he didn’t tell
anyone else how to kill them.

Not even the man paying him,
Jon Hoyt.

So the only way you
could have known

was if you got your hands
on his research.

We executed a search warrant
on your home this morning.

We found Professor Velnik’s

missing hard drive.

There was even
a little blood on it.

It was like you said yesterday.

I was in my lab
when I heard shots.

I went to help.

Somewhere along the way,
I grabbed a screwdriver

to protect myself.

When I got to his office,
I was so relieved.

Will was alive.

My hoodie had saved him.

But just as I went to call 911,

I saw what he’d
been working on.

Root-knot roundworms.

The same kind
that had been killing my trees.

Rage is a biological impulse.

Just like lust.

It all comes
from the same place.

We have this...

drive.

To survive

and to destroy anything
that gets in our way.

♪ ♪

Hey. What are you doing
down here?

I found the person
who stole my files

from the neurologist.

That’s great.

Turns out he was blackmailed
into his crimes.

He’s an addict who’s made
repeated stabs at recovery.

Made the mistake of discussing
some of his other crimes

with a man he met
at a meeting.

A man who only seemed
to want to help.

♪ It’s a long, long
way down... ♪

Michael.

He wanted a copy of my file,
you see.

He had his pawn text him
pictures of it.

Did you get the number
of the phone?

It was a burner phone,
deactivated two weeks ago.

Completely untraceable.

Michael only
stopped killing

in order to give me time
to recover from my PCS.

So we need to
prepare ourselves,

because now that he knows
I’m better,

he’s going to be back.

♪ Or twice or three ♪

♪ Well, here we are again. ♪