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You wanted to see me?

Shut the door, would you?

Have a seat.

My sister is
a big reader.

She's always got
a book in her hands.

Most of it's crap--
the kind of books, you know,

you buy at the airport
and leave on the plane.

Anyway...
for the last

couple of months,
she has been hounding me

to read this.

The Heart Bled Blue.

You ever heard of it?
- No.

Does the author's name
ring a bell?

No. Why?

Because it's about
two detectives.

One is a beautiful
Chinese-American woman.

The other, her partner,
is a guy from London.

You're kidding.

They live together.

They consult for the NYPD.

Their names aren't
Holmes and Watson,

but still.

You may not know Grover Ogden,

but he seems to know
a lot about you.

I'm not paying your guys
to sit around, Vince.

What's the holdup?

Couldn't get the chipper
going when we got here.

I think it's jammed.

It was fine yesterday.

Repair guy's on his way.

How long are we talking?

Um, hour.

Maybe two?

I got ten more plots to clear

before I can
stop pouring foundations.

Where's the jam?

Probably somewhere between
the drum and the cutter knives.

I got it!

Start it up.

Whoa! Shut it down!

Right now!

What now?
- Look.

♪ Elementary 4x07 ♪
Miss Taken
Original Air Date on January 7, 2016

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@elder_man

Believe it or not,
this used to be an FBI agent.

Or, at least, that's
what the badge says.

Lab is running the DNA
to make sure.

Special Agent
Robert Underhill, retired.

His car was found about
200 yards from the scene.

I reached out to
the Bureau's New York office;

they're standing by
to help, but...

since Underhill was officially
a civilian,

it's our case.

No Joan today?

She's going to join us later.

So what else do we know about
Special Agent Underhill?

An exemplary
34-year career,

well-liked by
his colleagues.

He and his wife Sheila
moved to Kauai, 2012.

They moved back to New York
about seven months ago.

Well, assuming this is
Special Agent Underhill,

he would've been dead before
he went into the wood chipper.

The killer would've had to
dismember him

in order to get him
through the infeed chute.

Right, so CSU examined
all the chain saws

that were used at the site,

and found one with some
blood between the teeth.

They think someone used it and
then cleaned it last night.

Oleoresin capsicum.

More commonly known
as... pepper spray.

We should alert the
M.E. that this bag

contains at least part
of the face.

I'm sure he'll appreciate that.
So the bootprint

found next to his car suggests
he drove there himself.

Pepper spray,
it's a close-range weapon.

Whoever deployed it would have
had to have been close to him.

You think he was invited
to the scene, knew his attacker.

The agent was a large man--
at least 220 pounds.

So if I was going to turn him
into pulp,

I'd want him as close to
that wood chipper as possible.

You said his wife's
name was Sheila?

Mm.

We should talk to her,
see if she knows her way

around a chain saw.

What makes you think
she did this?

Well, his personal effects
are here. I see the remains

of a wallet, watch...

there's no wedding ring.

And this bag,
amongst the skin and bones,

has flecks of
latex and foil.

Looks like he was carrying

at least one wrapped condom
with him.

So he may not have been ready
for a fight, but...

he was ready for fun.

Bob wasn't
cheating on me.

At least, not
with another woman.

The only affair

he ever had was with his job.

It was our understanding
your husband retired in 2012.

He did. We sold our house
and moved to Kauai.

Then he got restless.

Missed his work,
missed the city.

I could tell he wasn't happy,
so I agreed to move back.

Respectfully,

Mrs. Underhill,
we found evidence

that he may have still been
restless:

the remains
of two unused prophylactics.

We separated six months ago.

It was amicable.

We stayed in touch.

So you separated
but didn't divorce.

I'm guessing that means you're
still his primary beneficiary.

You'd have been entitled to his
pension, his life insurance...

I had dinner at my daughter's
house in New Jersey last night.

Drank half a bottle of rosé,

spent the night in the guest room.
Can anyone

other than your daughter
confirm that?

I took a train back to
the city this morning.

There should be a record
of my ticket purchase and...

security footage
from stations.

All right,
we'll look into it.

In the meantime,
can you think of anyone

who would've wanted
to hurt your husband?

After we moved back to New York,

Bob started looking into some
of his old cases.

Ones that he never solved.

He asked a friend at the Bureau
for copies of a bunch of files.

The last time
we spoke,

he said he thought one
of those cases

was finally going to crack.
He was closing in

on someone.
Who?

I don't know.

Out of respect,
he kept shop talk to a minimum

after we separated.

But I'm sure if you go
to his apartment,

you'll find all the files.

They may tell you
everything you need to know.

Joanie.

My gosh.

It's been months.

You look beautiful.

Thanks, Dad.

Or should I call you
Grover Ogden?

What were you thinking?

I was honoring you.

The choices you make,
the work you do.

I think it's wonderful.
Really?

So that's why you didn't ask
my permission.

That's why you
used a pseudonym.

Because you knew
how honored I would be.

Did you even read the book?

Of course I read the book.

And?
It's ridiculous.

Sherlock and I do not run around
with guns

and we don't get into
kung fu fights with criminals

and we sure as hell
do not sleep together.

Well, sex sells, Joanie.

You know that.

So how did you know
that that was me?

Grover Ogden?
We lived on Ogden Avenue.

Grover was our dog.

And by the way,
that is

how you make a porn name,

not a pen name!

Okay, look,
I owed my publishers a book.

I was blocked. I've never
been blocked like this before.

I was going crazy.

So your mother comes home
from seeing you

in the city,
and she tells me

about this case
you're working on,

so...
Did she know about this?

No. I'm just telling you
how it all happened.

I don't care how it happened.
I just want it to go away.

Well, what does that mean?

The Heart Bled Blue
didn't get the e-book treatment,

which is good, for both of us,
because I spent

almost $4,000
last night

trying to find all the
hard copies I could find online.

You're gonna contact
your publisher

and you're gonna track down
the rest.

You can't be serious.

Did Sherlock read the book?

What does that have to do
with anything?

Well, you gave your opinion.
I'd like to know his.

Okay, first,
you are not friends.

You met him once,
at Aunt Vivian's funeral.

Second, he is never
gonna find out about this.

He is the most private person
that I know. He would freak

if he found out.

Call your publisher, Dad.

I mean it.

Typically, I'm averse

to color coordination,
but I dare say

it brightens the place up.

What is all this?

The case files
of the late Bob Underhill.

You got my texts?

Murdered FBI agent
fed through a wood chipper.

His wife thought
it was over

one of his unsolved cases.

Marcus and I

went to his apartment
and discovered

he had been revisiting three
of them.

I made copies of his files and
assigned each case its own room.

As you can see,

the library
tells the tale

of a hate crime,

a church burnt to the ground
in 1981.

The arsonist,

never identified.

You think
that's who killed Underhill?

I do not.

Thanks in no small part

to the late agent's
meticulous notes,

I identified the guilty party.

He died in 1982.

This case took longer
to solve, but not much.

Two-man bank robbery from 1997.

As it turns out,
both parties went to jail

for unrelated crimes
in the early aughts.

Both parties
remain incarcerated,

so they're not
our killers either.

Finally, the case
of a serial poisoner

who took six lives
between 2008 and 2012.

I realized that
the culprit was, in fact,

the brother of one of
Underhill's original suspects.

The only problem,
he's in the Navy and he was

on an aircraft carrier
in the Arabian Sea last night.

So you took

the three cases this guy
couldn't crack

over an entire career

and you solved them
in a few hours.

Bad news is

his wife was wrong.
Underhill's old cases

had nothing to do
with his murder.

Actually,
I think one of them did.

I asked the captain

to find out if Underhill had
requested any other case files,

and it turns out he had.

Mina Davenport.

Oh, you're familiar with the case?
Of course.

She was kidnapped
in 2004.

The guy who took her
kept her in a basement.

Ten years later, she escaped and
came home-- it was a huge story.

Are you saying that Underhill
worked her abduction in '04?

He did. And again in 2015.

He asked for and received copies
of her case file

just a few months ago.

Curious, then,
that they were not amongst

his many other materials.

Well, Mina's kidnapper
was never found.

You think that's who
Underhill was closing in on?

I think the absence of the files
the agent requested

is very suspicious.

Perhaps the killer removed them
from his person last night.

Perhaps, post-mulching,

he used his keys
to access his apartment.

Either way, it could mean

that Mina's abductor committed
a murder

less than 20 miles
from her home last night.

It's hard to explain,

losing your only child
when she's ten,

and then getting
her back at 20.

People tend to think about
the ten years you lost,

but we could only think
about the future;

all the time we were gonna
have together after all.

It was a gift.

But we knew there
was a catch,

that the monster
who had taken Mina

was still out there.

Like I said,

we can't be sure he's the one

who killed Bob Underhill.

We wanted to know
if you've seen anything

out of the ordinary lately,

any strange faces
or vehicles?

No.

Nothing.

What about Mina?

If she had,
she would've told us.

Is she here?

She's upstairs
with her tutor.

She's working on her GED.

I mean, if it's
all the same to you,

I'd rather not
bring her into this.

If we're right, Mr. Davenport,

she may be at
the very center of it.

Well, if you're right.

If you're not,
you could just upset her.

You could set her
back months.

We've worked so hard
to make her feel safe;

to help her
find some peace.

After she first
got away,

she wouldn't let
anyone touch her,

not for weeks.

Now she'll let me
hold her hand again.

She'll...
let me hug her.

What about Bob Underhill?

Had you heard from him lately?

I wish we had.

Uh...

Look, a... a-after
this happened,

I-I, um...

I-I could hardly function.

I was the one
who was supposed

to pick Mina up
from school that day;

I-I was the one who let
the meeting run long, I...

I mean, it was my fault that
she tried to walk home and, um...

...when I could do nothing,

Agent Underhill
did everything.

He was, uh...

he was our rock.

We knew that Mina
was able to help

the FBI generate a sketch
of her captor.

She even, uh, provided
a first name: Keith.

In the months
since her return,

has she remembered any other
salient details?

Anything that might help us

identify him?

I'm sorry. No.

Mom... Dad...

Is everything okay?

It's all right, sweetie.

We'll be done in here

in just a minute.

Davenports may not have
seen Keith around,

but that doesn't mean
we can't circulate his sketch.

Even if he didn't
kill Underhill,

he's still
worth finding.

Assuming a figment of someone's
imagination can be found.

What is that
supposed to mean?

That man

did not kill
Agent Underhill,

nor did he kidnap
that young woman.

The description she gave
is entirely fictional.

Hold up-- are you calling
Mina Davenport a liar?

No, I'm calling
that young girl a liar.

She's not Mina Davenport.

She's an imposter.

The old proverb says the eyes
are the window to the soul.

In this case, it's the ears.

Note, in each image,

the depth of
the triangular fossa

and the degree of attachment
of the lobule.

These are the ears
of two different people.

They don't look
that different to me.

Watson?

He's right.

The architecture
of the second ear is all wrong.

Mina Davenport disappeared
when she was ten years old.

She grew; she changed.
Her body changed.

But not her ears.

They grow as kids get older,

but they don't change shape.

Basically, this girl

could not have grown up
to become this girl.

We no longer think
that Agent Underhill

was onto Mina Davenport's
abductor.

We believe he was
onto her imposter.

Because of ears.

Six months ago,

the first pictures
of Miracle Mina

were released by her family
to the press.

Two weeks later,
Agent Underhill

requested copies
of any and all files

pertaining to her
disappearance in 2004.

Now, perhaps he noticed
the same discrepancy I did.

Perhaps it was something else.

Either way, I believe
that he suspected

this girl had
taken the place

of the real Mina.

Presumably to avail herself
of the Davenports'

vast wealth.

The girl
you're saying isn't Mina,

she passed a DNA test.

Tell me that wasn't
in Underhill's files?

It was.

Her DNA was a perfect match

for the sample taken
from Mina's toothbrush in 2004.

Funny thing about
that toothbrush.

It disappeared around
the same time as the test.

The private lab which
compared the two samples

chalked it up to human error.

We think the imposter
had an accomplice,

someone inside the lab

who made sure to test her DNA
against itself

and then got rid
of the toothbrush

to prevent
future tests.

Frankly, Captain, I'm surprised

you don't find our thesis
more compelling.

I find it
compelling as hell,

but I also think I'm
the only parent in the room.

You know your kids.

I don't care if they're gone

ten years or 50.

You know them.

How many of your children
have been kidnapped?

I'm merely pointing out

that these parents
could hardly be blamed

for falling prey to a charlatan.

They dreamt of their
daughter's safe return

for over a decade.

We want to
invite them in,

break the news to them
as gently as possible.

All they have to do is let us
take a DNA sample from them,

and then we can
compare that

to the samples taken

from the imposter in 2014.

Those, the lab does still have.

They'll prove that she isn't

who she says she is.

At the very least,
Captain,

the Davenports
deserve to know

whether they have a killer
living under their roof.

Mr. Davenport...
thanks for coming.

Yeah.
Of course.

You said
you had news.

We do, but...

we thought your wife was joining.
Yeah.

She's just right there.

Oh, you brought Mina.

Yeah, well, after
you left last night,

she just kept asking
questions about you

and... she knows
something's up,

so Nancy and I...

well, we told her the truth.

She was... very brave.

She, uh, said she
wanted to know everything.

Mina...

this is
Detective Bell.

This is Ms. Watson
and Mr. Holmes.

Actually, Mina,

we were hoping to talk

to your parents alone.

Oh.
Whatever you have to say,

I can hear it.

I never met Agent Underhill,

but I know how much he did
for my mom and dad.

I want to help.

It was my birthday that week.

Not my real birthday;
the one he'd given me.

Keith.

It was the one time of year
he was actually nice to me.

It wasn't until later
that I realized

it was the anniversary
of the day he took me.

We had just gotten back
from a trip.

So this Keith-- he was,
uh, he was a trucker and, uh,

he kept you stashed
in the back of his, uh, cab

during long hauls.

I wasn't allowed
to leave the truck, but...

I could look
out the window sometimes.

I could see trees, cars...

other people.

When I was
in the basement,

it was...
it was just me.

So, um, according to this file,

uh, you-you never
had any inkling,

uh, what city or state

Keith's home was in.

Well, I was so young
when he took me and I wasn't...

I wasn't allowed to watch any TV

or look at a newspaper, ever.
The FBI people

said that was because
he needed me to be

completely dependent on him.

It worked.

So you were saying it was

the-the week of
your birthday...

Keith said it was time.

We started thinking
about having a family.

And I, and I couldn't
stop thinking about that.

We were on the road.

Another trip.

I... waited
until he fell asleep,

and then...
I went into his bag.

And I took out the
straight razor he used to shave

and I held it
right up to his neck.

But you didn't do it.

I don't know why,

I just couldn't.

I got out of the truck
and I just ran

and I didn't stop running
until that morning.

And you were in, uh,

Lander, Pennsylvania.

I didn't know it
at the time, but yes.

So then you, um,
you shut yourself

into a gas station restroom

and you take out Keith's

straight razor
and you cut off all your hair.

Keith forced me
to dye my hair blonde.

He had, ever since I was ten.

My therapist
said I was reclaiming

my old self, but...

to be honest...

I don't even remember doing it.

I couldn't even tell you
what I was thinking.

Well, what you were thinking
is that you wanted to look

as pathetic as possible
when-when the police found you.

Yeah.
I...

You are one of
the best liars

I have ever met, and
that's saying something.

It's small wonder you've managed
to fool the Davenports.

No, look, I'm sorry.

What?

I mean, they're still
defending you right now.

Mr. Davenport...
They still believe you're their daughter,

...but we, of course,

we know you are not.

Mina, we're leaving.

Dad-Daddy, what's going on?
Come on. Right now.

It's okay, sweetie,
you haven't done anything wrong.

Everything's gonna be okay.

Stay the hell away
from my family!

Smells like something
died in here.

I'd hardly expect elephant dung
to smell like potpourri.

It is, in fact,
a highly

sought-after coffee,

produced by feeding
arabica beans to pachyderms

in northern Thailand.

And it has the potential
to further reduce

my need for sleep.
Would you...?

No, thanks.
I had poop for lunch.

You should've seen
the Davenports' faces when

we broke the news to them.
I mean, I knew they'd

take it hard, but I didn't think

they'd refuse
to give us their DNA.

We underestimated the hold
the imposter has over them.

If they won't help
prove she's a fraud,

we'll just see if she
killed Bob Underhill instead.

Yesterday you said you
had to accompany your mother

to a doctor's appointment
in Scarsdale.

That's right.
Only you didn't.

You didn't even see her.

You saw your
stepfather instead.

May I assume your visit had
something to do with his book?

You know about the book?

An hour ago, I signed for
a box which contained nearly

200 copies... but I've been
aware of it for months.

An associate brought it
to my attention.

You read it?
I did.

You're not mad?
Should I be?

Of course you should,
you're you.

It's hardly the first time

I've inspired a writer, Watson.

I am actually
the basis

for several fictional characters
across various media.

It's one of the
by-products

of my success as a detective.

I fascinate;
this cannot be helped.

You yourself
once wrote about me:

The Casebook
of Sherlock Holmes.

When did you...?

I was displeased because
you used my real name

and you shared my real history.

Your father's magnum opus,
on the other hand,

is the very opposite of real.

Look no further than chapter 32,
where we make love

beneath a footbridge
in Central Park.

Why didn't you tell me about it?

The book, not chapter 32.

Your stepfather uses pseudonym,

and I assumed you were
the reason for that.

You seem angrier
than I'd expected.

May I ask why?

Are you expecting someone?

I got your address off the card
you left with my parents.

You mean, your marks.

They think I'm
at my tutor's right now.

Can I come in?

I'm not sure you should.

There's no wood chipper in here.

Uh... you can frisk me.

Whatever you want.

I... I just want to talk.

You're right about
a lot of things.

But you're wrong about others.

You admit you're not
Mina Davenport.

I do.

But I didn't kill that FBI guy.

And why should we believe you?

Because...

...I can tell you who did.

Richard and Nancy.

The Davenports?

And why, pray tell,
would they murder the man

who worked so hard
to find their daughter?

Because...

he was about to figure out
their secret.

No one took Mina.

They killed her.

My real name is Cassie,

but you can call me Mina,
if it's easier.

I'm used to it.

You have a second name?

For the purpose
of this conversation, no.

There's a reason I came to talk
to you and not the police.

Do tell.

Mina turns 21
in a couple of weeks.

Or, at least she would have.

When that happens,
I get access to her trust.

There's almost
five million in it.

If you keep
my secret until then,

I'll tell you everything.

I'll even be your eyes
and ears inside the house.

You... you think
I'm lying again.

Why would we not?

A couple of years ago, I came
across this magazine article.

It was the anniversary
of Mina's disappearance,

and they did this computer thing

to show what she would look like
if she were still alive.

I realized I looked like her.

Not a lot,
but enough.

I thought if
I studied the case,

if I learned everything
I could about her,

I could fool people.

Because you'd run cons before?

Nothing like this.

This was big.

I had to trick
Mina's own parents.

So you came up with a story
that would allow

for the occasional trip-up.

You were abused,
locked in a basement,

you forgot your old life;
that way,

no one would be suspicious when
you had trouble remembering

things the real Mina
would have known.

My favorite wrinkle
was Keith's truck.

You said you'd escaped from it,
as opposed to the house,

because, like Keith,
the house didn't exist,

and you didn't have to worry
about leading anyone back to it.

I was never worried about
fooling the police or the FBI.

Just Richard and Nancy.

I had this whole
script ready,

things I would say or do,

if I thought they were
getting suspicious.

Only... I never needed it.

They treated me
like their daughter

from the second I met them.

At first I thought
I was just that good.

But a couple months ago,
something happened.

I, um...

I woke up in the middle
of the night and...

Richard was sitting there.

He touched my arm.

He said this was something
he and Mina used to do.

He said, "You are
my little girl, aren't you?"

You get it, right?

He knew I wasn't her
because he'd killed her.

He was abusing her.

She must have threatened
to tell someone and...

You said Nancy
was involved, too.

No one worked harder to teach me
about Mina's old life.

She needed to make sure
no one else knew

I wasn't really
her daughter.

Because that would guarantee

no one would uncover
Richard's crime.

He lied to you the other night.

The FBI guy had come
to the house.

I saw them arguing

in the driveway that night.
I didn't

know who he was, so I didn't
think much of it at the time,

but then, when you guys came
to the house, I...

He figured me out.
He must have.

So Richard killed him.

Two weeks--
that's all I need.

You keep all of this
between us...

and I'll help you
get justice for Mina.

Deal.

These are listening devices.

Bugs.

I need you to plant one
on the first floor

of the Davenports' home
and one on the second.

This one's sort of big.
It's imperative

you put both of them
near windows.

This will make it easier for us

to pick up
and record their conversations.

Have I made myself clear?
Yeah.

So why are you still here?

I know I did something terrible.

But Richard and Nancy
did something worse.

You won't

regret this, I promise.

You're almost as good
of a liar as she is.

She actually thinks
you believe her.

She's obviously attempting
to divert attention

until she can claim Mina's
trust money and disappear.

Then why did you just
give her two bugs?

You know she's not gonna
say anything incriminating

when she's around them.

Actually, Watson,
only one of them is a bug.

The other is a flash bang.

You gave her a bomb?

It's a very small bomb
with a very big bang.

Tomorrow morning, I will
activate the listening device,

and when I'm certain all three
family members are on one floor,

I'll detonate the flash bang
on the other.

If they don't call
the police themselves,

one of their neighbors will.

And then we can poke around
their house without a warrant

and collect all
the DNA we want.

The Davenports aren't
gonna trust

any test results from us,
not after today.

As I said earlier,
I'm only interested

in whether our imposter
killed Bob Underhill.

His murder was
especially violent.

She would have been
covered in his blood.

If she carried any trace of it
back to the house,

we'll have her, no matter who
the Davenports think she is.

I thought you said
it was a small bomb.

No, no! No, you people are not
coming into my home!

Mr. Davenport, we are here
to help you, believe it or not.

Oh, like hell
you are.

Mr. Davenport, I
understand you're not

happy to see any of us,

but when a bomb goes off
on your property,

you don't get to pick
and choose who investigates.

May we assume
the explosive device

was not yours, Mr. Davenport?

Of course it wasn't.
Well, then, you have

our word we will not rest

until the guilty party
has been identified.

So, uh...

Hey, I checked
the security system.

It was enabled,
but it wasn't tripped.

No signs that anyone broke in
to plant the device.

Got to be the girl, right?

What are the chances
of this happening

one day after we accuse her
of running a con?

Yeah, but the upside? She gets
to play the victim card again?

Whatever her reasons were,

we should be glad.

We have all morning to look
for proof she killed Underhill.

That was a bust, too.

Her bedroom
and bathroom were spotless.

Nothing in the drains,
the carpet or the hamper.

Kitchen and, uh, laundry
room were equally clean, but

let's not forget the obscenity
of the Davenports' wealth.

By my count,
we still have ten rooms to go.

All right, let's check out CSU,
and see how they're doing.

It's because
he cheated on my mother.

My stepfather.

You asked me yesterday why
I was so angry about the book.

Yes, I remember,
and I recall the affair,

but what one has to do
with the other...?

He was always
a free spirit,

adventurous,
did what he wanted

when he wanted.
I loved that about him.

Until what he wanted was
something other than Mary.

It wasn't even serious.

Just some woman
he met at a book signing,

back when he was still putting
his name on his own work.

And then my mother found out.

Well, she's a proud woman.
I'm sure it was difficult.

Well, things weren't
the same after that.

She and my father
patched things up,

but I don't know.

I guess I kept him
at arm's length.

And then, when he wrote
that book, it was like

he was thinking
about himself again.

Speaking of people who think
they can get away with things,

look at the seat.

Note how close it is
to the pedals.

This has been adjusted
for somebody short,

not Richard Davenport, who by
my estimation is six foot tall.

Nancy, meanwhile,
drives this SUV.

I know 'cause
I saw her keys

at the station yesterday.

So you think

this is the car
the imposter drives.

Look at the brake pedal.

Blood.

Agent Underhill's,
I presume,

transferred from the bottom
of his killer's shoe.

Dad, what are you doing here?

Well, I have something for you,

and I thought
I'd drop it off in person.

Come in.

Wow. Really love what
you've done with this place.

I'll tell Sherlock.

I'm sure he can do the
same for you and Mom.

Is he around?
No, he's at the precinct.

Uh, we're waiting to hear
about some blood that we found.

Oh, that sounds exciting.

So did you talk
to your publisher?

Hey, the wheels are in motion.

I don't know the ins and
the outs, but suffice it to say

that The Heart Bled Blue
is about

to become very difficult
to find.

I appreciate that.

Mm-hmm.

What's this?

Uh, that's the sequel.

You wrote another book
based on me and Sherlock?

Wait-- before you take my head
off, I already told the editor

that he can't have it;
it's all yours.

I was just putting
the finishing touches on it

when you came
by the house the other day.

I don't understand.
Is this for me to burn?

That's for you to do with
whatever you like.

I missed you, Joanie,
and that's the real reason

I wrote about you.

I mean, these last few years,

ever since I... strayed...

You know, I know
that I screwed up.

I knew it the moment
that it happened.

But what I didn't know,
what I wasn't ready for,

was what it would do to us.

You used to be my friend.

And I ruined that.

The book is just my way
of dealing with it.

It let me be close to you again.

Hmm. No rest for the weary.

Dad, just...

just hold on, okay?

Hello?

The blood on the brake
pedal came from Bob Underhill.

I didn't think we'd hear back
from the lab this quickly.

We didn't hear
back from the lab.

We heard from
Richard Davenport.

He's here, and he claims

he killed Underhill,
and he wants to confess.

Oh, she's told him a sob
story. She must have.

Something along the lines of,
"The mean FBI man confronted me,

"accused me of all the things
the police did.

I was frightened,
I snapped."

He's still utterly convinced
she's his daughter.

She knew
he blamed himself for

what happened to the real Mina.

In 2004, he couldn't save her.

In 2015, he can.

Well, however she did it,
she's forcing our hand.

We either got to charge him
or find some way of proving

that he's covering for her.

I think the
choice is clear.

Mina, or whatever her name is,

in a rush to escape a murder
charge, has made a mistake.

Accept the false confession
and book Richard Davenport.

That will make it easier
to obtain a sample of his DNA.

We can compare it
to the samples

that were taken
from the imposter

when she turned up last year.

We can show him the results.
There you go.

I'm not sure that would have
been enough to convince him,

but now, staring down the barrel
of life in prison,

we might be able
to get him to see the light.

The DNA was a match?

This can't be right.
All I can tell you is

what the lab told me.

The girl's DNA is

a familial match
to Richard Davenport.

According to the report,
she's his daughter.

It's the same results
as the original report

that matched her to
Mina's toothbrush.

Now, I know you thought
she had an accomplice,

someone on the inside.

This test was
done in-house.

We put a rush on it.

There is no way she could have
effected the results.

Then someone made a mistake.

The girl that we're dealing
with is not Mina Davenport.

Her genetic material
says otherwise.

What about her ears?

It doesn't trump a DNA test.

It says there that Richard
Davenport's DNA was compared

to a sample of the
imposter's hair.

That's right.

Wouldn't it have been
standard procedure

to take a cheek
swab when she was

oh-so-miraculously
found 14 months ago?

It would, but the FBI said
she was in such a feral state,

she wouldn't
let anyone near her.

So they bagged the hair

that she had cut off
in the gas station bathroom.

Maybe she's not Mina,

but she is Davenport's daughter.

Well, say he had
an affair.

The girl was born
out of wedlock.

She pretended to be Mina
to mess with him,

get everything she
thought she deserved.

Well, that would actually
explain a lot.

No.

Respectfully, Detective,
I don't like that theory.

That's a bad theory.

Why is it a bad theory?

'Cause it wouldn't account
for Mina, the real Mina,

and what happened
to her in 2004.

It's not supposed to.
It's supposed to

explain how a girl we think
is a fraud passed a DNA test.

I've got a different
theory-- better one.

I mean, I-I prefer it.

Trust me when I say

that you will, too.

Mrs. Davenport,
thank you so much for coming.

This is my attorney,

Mr. O'Donnell.

Earlier today,

the woman that you know
as your daughter...

She is my daughter.

She passed a DNA test,

or at least a strand
of her hair did.

It was a familial match

for a cheek swab
taken from your husband.

The thing is,
that hair did not

come directly from Mina's head.

It was one of the hairs
that she claimed

she cut off
with a straight razor

the day she was found.
Claimed?

This was the second test
she passed. We were suspicious

of the test she
took 14 months ago,

because Mina's toothbrush,
the source

of the comparison sample--
disappeared.

But then, this morning,

when the results
of the second test arrived,

we wondered what if the loss

of the toothbrush
really was human error?

What if she had passed
both tests because the hair

that was examined
really did come from Mina?

You're not making any sense.

Please.

It occurred to me that
if someone had access

to Mina's hair 14 months ago,

then they also
had access to Mina...

It was hard to imagine
a woman allowing someone

to take a straight razor
to her head willingly.

So we reached out to law
enforcement across the country.

We found a report of an assault
in Sturbridge, Massachusetts,

where a young woman
wearing a mask

attacked another young woman
and shaved her head.

Not the kind of crime
you see every day.

Even more remarkable--

the assault was perpetrated
just two days...

before the imposter was found

in Lander, Pennsylvania.

She'd located Mina, you see.

And instead of reporting it
to the authorities,

she took her hair.

She then scattered that

around in Pennsylvania

as if it was her own.

The victim
of the Sturbridge attack

gave a fake name
at the hospital.

She was signed out
by a man named Norman Ott.

Mr. Ott, it turns out, lived
near Mina's school in 2004.

His apartment was on a route

she would've taken home.

It's really her, Nancy.
It's really Mina.

It... No.

I... It can't...

When the police

paid a visit to Mr. Ott's
home in Sturbridge today;

he wasn't home,

but Mina was.

Over the years, he told
different stories about her.

Some people thought
she was his daughter.

Others thought
she was his wife.

The only thing we know for sure

is that she was allowed
to leave the house sometimes.

That's how the imposter was
able to gain access to her.

You can imagine
she's been through

quite an ordeal, but she
remembers you and Richard,

and she's been asking for you.

So as soon as he's recanted
his confession,

he'll be brought here.

Would you like me
to take you to see her?

Hi. Joanie, what are you...?

I'm sorry I got so angry
about the book.

Oh, you don't have anything
to apologize for. Come in.

Well, I've changed my mind.

I'm okay
with it being out there,

so whatever you told
your publishers to do,

you can tell them to stop.
It's all right.

You're sure?

I read the sequel.

I actually think it's
better than the first.

Yeah. A-And you...
you made some notes.

Just a few.

I thought we could spend some
time and talk about them.

Well...

it would be an honor.

♪ All we do is hide away

♪ All we do is,
all we do is hide away... ♪

Cassie?

♪ All we do
is chase the day... ♪

Mind if I call you Cassie?

I'd call you by your real name,
but you're refusing to give it.

Cassie is fine.

Sorry I missed your arrest
and booking,

but I've been coordinating
the effort to identify you.

To my great surprise, your
fingerprints weren't in AFIS.

Of course they aren't.

I've never committed any crimes.

You've never been caught.

Is there a difference?

So how old are you? Really?

Fifteen.

No, wait.

Twenty-five.

Or maybe it's some other number.

My colleagues showed your
photograph to Mina Davenport.

She says
she's never seen you before.

You're also a stranger

to Norman Ott.

He was taken
into custody yesterday.

Who?

He wasn't lying when he said
he never met you before.

I could tell.

Would you at least concede you
spent some time in Sturbridge?

How else would you know
about Mina's situation?

I've been to lots of places.

Have you enjoyed them?

'Cause your time
of coming and going

is now squarely in the past.

You think I killed
that FBI agent, but...

you don't have a murder weapon,

just some blood in a car.

I've already come up with six
different ways to explain it.

Tell me one.

Um...

I hope you come to my trial.

Should be fun.

Think you can lie your way out?

I do.

Now tell me...

am I lying?

♪ All we do is,
all we do is hide away ♪

♪ All we do is chase the day

♪ All we do is,
all we do is chase the day ♪

♪ All I did was fail today

♪ All I want to be is whites
in waves ♪

♪ All I did was fail today

♪ All we do, all we do...

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