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Previously on Elementary...

I know it's not much,
but the price is right.

The landlord know
about my record, right?

That I'm on parole?

He and my sister are friends,
and she vouched for you.

How'd you get here before us?
You'll recall I know

the owner
of a helicopter company.

There was one going this way.

How was your meeting
with Shinwell last night?

Oh, he's still having
a tough time adjusting.

Well, in his
former life,

he was a lieutenant
in a drug gang,

a position which afforded him
ample money and prestige.

Now he has neither,
so he's craving what he lost.

That was delicious.

Don't tell my mom,
but your scallion pancakes

are even better than hers.

Well, I just follow the recipe.

It's like lab work.

Mm. Flunked chem.

Set the lab on fire.

Well, accidents happen.

Wasn't totally an accident.

Speaking
of chemistry,

I'd say our sister experiment's
going well.

Yeah.
No major explosions yet.

Hey, I've been
meaning to ask you,

have you spoken
to Shinwell recently?

No. Why?

It's probably nothing.

What's probably nothing?

I saw him the other day
outside his building.

I had a meeting with the owners.

And?

Before I got out of my taxi,
this car pulled up next to him.

The guy who got out, he wasn't
wearing colors or anything,

but...
You think he was a gang member?

Looked like Shinwell knew him
but didn't want to talk to him.

Or at least didn't want
to be seen talking to him.

If Shinwell gets caught talking
to a member of his old gang,

that is a parole violation.

And if that man
is from a rival gang...

Then that's even worse, right?

Are we doing this?

For Arturo.

The name's
Bennett Nealy.

Army vet, certified
parachute instructor,

and minor-league
YouTube star.

He's done base jumps
all over the world.

Now, you couldn't pay me
to jump out

of a perfectly good
airplane,

let alone off the top
of a building.

But his thrill-seeking
is not what killed him.

He was shot twice, in midair,

once in the arm,
once in the chest.

Shots were fired
from those bushes.

Found a couple
shell casings.

No prints though.

Witnesses?

A valet
at a nearby hotel

saw two men jump from the roof
of that skyscraper

around 2:45 a.m.

Then heard two gunshots.

Now, according to him,

one jumper plummeted
to the ground.

The other landed safely
and then ran off.

CSU found
a couple dozen

of these
scattered around.

Plus a broken thread
around Nealy's right wrist.

They think it was a bracelet
that smashed to pieces

on impact.

Waste.

You talking about the bracelet
or the Vic?

Bullets.

Mr. Nealy was doomed

the moment he stepped
off that building.

It's just...

So, base jump parachutes
don't have a rip cord.

Instead, they have
a pilot chute.

It's held around
the waist.

You throw it out,

the wind fills this,

inflates it, and that, in turn,

pulls the main chute
from its case.

I noticed that
his pilot chute was missing.

I mean, he managed
to release it,

but his main chute
didn't deploy. Why?

'Cause the connection was cut.

You think his chute
was sabotaged?

Isn't cutting
that line

and shooting him
literally overkill?

Well, it
would be,

if it was one person.

Perhaps it was two.

A sniper and a saboteur.

In a manner
of speaking,

Bennett Nealy
was murdered twice.

♪ Elementary 5x07 ♪
Bang Bang Shoot Chute
Original Air Date on November

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@elder_man

He was supposed to help me
put together the cradle today.

Mrs. Nealy,

can you think of anyone
who would've wanted

to hurt your husband?

You mean can I think
of two people? Right?

Someone who would've shot him

and someone who would've
tampered with his chute.

Chutes, actually.

Police found
three more

base jumping parachutes
in the storage shed

in your backyard.

All sabotaged
as well.

Who had access to that shed?

Bennett always left it unlocked.

We live in a safe neighborhood.

We don't even have a back fence.

Anyone could have
gotten in.

So, I have to ask,
can anyone vouch

for your whereabouts
last night around 2:45?

You're asking me
if I shot my husband?

I'm eight months pregnant.

I don't even own a gun.

I went out
with my girlfriends.

It's what I always do
when Bennett jumps,

to keep from
worrying.

We were at a bar until 2:00.

I was the designated driver.

I dropped my last friend off
around 3:00.

And what about
the sabotaged parachutes?

All I can tell you

is that I didn't want Bennett
to jump at all.

I kept texting him
to call it off and come home.

You can check
my phone.

Why would I tell him not to jump
if I wanted him dead?

What did Mark say?

Mark Trenchman.

He's Bennett's cameraman.

You haven't talked to him yet?

Was he hurt,
too?

A witness saw
a second base jumper land safely

and then flee the scene.

So you think that was Mark?

If Mark jumped with Bennett,

he's not the one
who shot at him, right?

But he could've sabotaged

Bennett's chute.

Can you think of any reason
he would have?

Mark and Bennett
used to have

a partner. Arturo.

But three months ago, Bennett
and Arturo collided in midair.

Arturo was knocked out
and never deployed his chute.

He died on impact.

Mark blamed Bennett
for the collision.

Bennett blamed Mark
for not warning them

they were too close.

I thought
they put it behind them.

Last night's jump
was supposed to be in memory

of Arturo.
But...

You're suggesting
that Mark planned

a different kind of memorial.

I ran out of coffee,
so I made us some tea.

Anything useful?

Amongst other things,
confirmation that Bennett Nealy

and his compatriots were
in a sort of addiction spiral.

Each stunt of theirs was
more dangerous than the last.

A cavalcade of risk,
served up electronically

to an audience of
sensation-craving millennials.

Your phone rang
while you were downstairs.

It was Marcus.

The police pinged
Mark Trenchman's phone.

They found it
in a trash can a block

from where Nealy died.

Must've thrown it away
when he ran.

Obviously, Mr. Trenchman
doesn't want to be found.

I predict we'll have him
in custody within the hour.

Not only did the danger of
our trio's stunts increase

over time-- so, too, did
the quality of their videos.

It appears Mr. Trenchman
recently bought an 8K camera.

Such cameras come pre-equipped
with Wi-Fi and Bluetooth.

They also typically cost
between $50,000 and $70,000.

There's no way
he's throwing that in the trash.

I managed

to isolate the serial number
of Mr. Trenchman's new camera

from the metadata hidden
in his YouTube footage.

So whilst pinging his cell phone
proved useless...

Pinging his camera
should tell us where he is.

Oh, hey.
Trenchman just got here.

We snagged him and his camera
in a hotel near the jump site.

I'm gonna set him up
in Interrogation One.

What's your sister
doing here?

You remember how she helped
Shinwell with his apartment?

She went to the building
for a meeting the other day, and she saw

someone approach him that she
thought might be a gang member.

You fear it was
an old ally.

Or an old enemy.

I asked Marcus to set her up
with some old arrest photos.

Why not just ask
Shinwell who it was?

I haven't spoken to him
in a few weeks.

I thought I'd give him
some space.

This is you giving him
some space, is it?

Go on. I'll
join Marcus.

For Arturo.

I'm telling you,
I didn't kill Bennett.

Once Bennett's wife--

sorry, his widow--
identified you,

we did some research.

We know there were arguments
between you,

physical altercations.

Look, after Arturo died,

we both blamed each other.
It was wrong.

And we fought.

But we were like brothers. I
mean, that's what brothers do.

I-I loved Bennett.

We settled our differences.

Not all of 'em.

According to this e-mail,
you wanted to turn your footage

of Arturo Alzado's last jump
into a documentary.

Only Bennett
wasn't so keen on the idea.

I thought it was
what Arturo would've wanted.

All right? He loved publicity.

Filming our jumps, putting 'em
online, that was his idea.

He was even writing a book.

From the correspondence,
Bennett seemed to think

that you were trying to cash in
on Arturo's death.

So he refused to sign off

on any of the footage
that he appeared in.

Which was a problem, because...

he was in all of it.
- Killing him wouldn't just put

a stop to his objections--

it would also give your
documentary a bang-up ending.

No. No, you're wrong.

Look, I gave up
on the documentary.

Bennett and I agreed to do
one last jump to honor Arturo.

We only filmed it for us
and for Arturo's family.

Look, i-if I was the one that
messed with Bennett's chute,

why would I film
the whole thing?

Why would I keep the tape,
preserving the evidence of my own crime?

If you had nothing to do
with Bennett's death,

why were you in hiding?

Because...

I was afraid I was next.

I only know one person
good enough with a rifle

to shoot Bennett
out of the air like that,

and she has just as much reason
to kill me

as she did to
kill Bennett.

She?

Got to say, that's
one hell of a rifle.

It's custom. A Tubb 2000.

I use it in competition.

Looks like the perfect weapon
to shoot a man out of the sky.

I'm a cadet, okay?

You have any idea
what that means?

My life is scheduled
to the second.

I'm under a microscope
the whole time.

Classes, training, bed checks,
formations, inspections.

There's no way
I could have snuck off campus,

driven to Manhattan,
shot Bennett,

then gotten back to my barracks

without my roommate
or the gate guards noticing.

Say you're right-- you didn't
sneak out the other night

to shoot Bennett Nealy-- you
still get weekend leave, right?

And Poughkeepsie's less than
an hour from the academy.

You could have driven there to
tamper with his parachutes.

Mark Trenchman told you
to talk to me, didn't he?

Guy always was
scared of me.

Can't imagine why.
You think

I killed Bennett because of what
happened to my brother.

Only my brother wasn't like
regular people.

He lived life full tilt.

When he was in the Army,
he volunteered

for multiple deployments
to Afghanistan and Iraq.

After he was discharged, he went
back as a private contractor.

He loved base-jumping.
He drove too fast,

drank too much.

He was living on borrowed time,

and everyone
in my family knew it.

So you didn't blame Bennett
at all.

Bennett was doing
everything he could

to make things right with us.

He made face-to-face apologies,

promised to pay for Arturo's
kids to go to college.

And did Trenchman tell you
about Arturo's memoir?

We know that your brother
was writing a book.

What did Bennett Nealy
have to do with it?

Arturo sold it
to a big publishing house.

He was writing about
his time as a soldier,

his work as a parachute
instructor back in the Gulf,

his base-jumping.

Bennett was with him
for all of that,

so when Arturo died, he promised
he'd finish the book.

My brother's kids would have
gotten a big pay-out

when it was done.

Plus, it was going
to be Arturo's legacy,

something for them
to remember him by.

Even if I hadn't
forgiven Bennett,

I never would have killed him
before the book was finished.

I wouldn't have done that
to my niece and nephew.

Don't believe me,
take my rifle.

But I'm telling you right now,

it's not gonna be a match
for those bullets.

Hey. The captain just called.

He said he didn't have enough to
hold Mark Trenchman, so he had

to kick him lose.
Just as well.

He's as middling a suspect
as he is a cameraman.

How'd it go at West Point?

While Arturo's sister
appears to be innocent,

the trip did bear some fruit.

Arturo is writing a memoir.

She provided me with a copy.

I perused it on my way home,

and I found this.

Is that money?

Tens of millions
of dollars.

One of many such cash shipments
sent to Iraq during the war.

But there are
persistent rumors

that much of this shipment
went missing in 2010.

The photograph
is captioned,

"Our One Regret."

Oh. There's nothing
in the text about the picture.

Arturo and Bennett never got to
tell their side of the story.

While Arturo's death
was ruled an accident,

Bennett's was as far from an
accident as one could get.

Sabotaged, shot.

He did everything but land in a
freshly-chummed pool of sharks.

Well, you think
he was killed because...

he and Arturo stole
some of this money?

Let's just say, I'd be curious
to learn their one regret.

This was taken
when they were both

working as contractors, right?

I've been going
through Bennett's financials,

and there's nothing
that indicates

he's been sitting
on millions of dollars.

But according to this,

six months ago, a shell
account he controlled

received a wire transfer
of $500,000

from a company called
"Primi In Agrum LLP."

"First to the field."

Now, Primi In Agrum,
when I looked it up,

I saw that
it was also the motto

for the 28th Special
Tactics Squadron.

It's an Air Force
commando unit specializing

in search and rescue,
air field security.

They call themselves
"Hell Jumpers."

So, notice

the tattoos on this security
contractor and this one.

Skull with dagger
and wings on one,

Air Force eagle
on the other.

What if Arturo and
Bennett's one regret

was not taking the money,

even though they knew
other people had?

You think these men

were ex-Hell Jumpers,

they took the money, and then,

Bennett later decided
he wanted a cut?

Maybe he decided
to blackmail them.

The $500,000 could mean

that at least one of them
was willing to pay.

And from what I've read,
Hell Jumpers are expert snipers

and trained parachutists.

So one of them
could have shot him.

One of them could have
tampered with his chute.

Or both.

So all we would have to
do is look for four men

trained to survive
behind enemy lines,

move without detection and
kill without compunction.

How hard could that be?

Those look like they're from
a tasbih. Muslim prayer beads.

Blue ones are from Afghanistan.

I brought back a set like that
when I came for my nieces.

It was supposed to be
for good luck.

As a good luck charm,

my victim's tasbih
failed spectacularly.

Oh, I take it

you didn't bring me here
to talk about his jewelry.

I was hoping
you might have some insight

into these four guards.

We think they might be
former Air Force commandos.

This isn't about that money

that supposedly went missing
in Iraq, is it?

Because...
I'm not a fan of those stories.

Nonetheless, I do need
the names of these four men.

The security company that
employs them has not been

forthcoming, and I thought with
you contracts in the military,

and the IAVA...
Yeah, I suppose

I could swing something, but
it's gonna ruffle some feathers.

Well, my intention
is to solve a murder,

not to offend
the United States military.

It's always
about a murder.

Look, I've had eight
of my birds fly around

the harbor of New York for you.

Plus, that private
airlift to Bear Mountain?

That's $10,000
between pilot time and fuel.

Now, the way I see it,
the debt I owe you

is paid in full.

Well, then perhaps it's time
I extended my line of credit.

I couldn't help

but notice that recently

your personal grooming habits
have become a little lax.

And you're normally
a very fastidious man.

Is it right to assume that
you've finally broken up

with that erratic girlfriend?

Want to go ahead and guess
my weight while you're at it?

I could if you'd like,
but instead,

perhaps you'd like
to know the name...

of a woman who is secretly
smitten with you?

Someone in our
mutual social circle.

If someone was smitten with me,
I think I would know.

That's unlikely.
You chronically underestimate

your appeal to the opposite sex.

Um... was it Genevieve
from Chopper Three?

Hmm.

Suzy from our Thursday meeting?

Is it... Joan?

Genevieve has a girlfriend,
Suzy is wholly unsuitable,

and if Joan were interested,
she would be here

rather than attending
to personal business.

Well, I'm out of guesses.
Well, in that case,

you give me the names
of four potential killers,

and I'll give you the name
of one potential paramour.

Laquan Eversley?

Tall Boy.

You the detective that
had me come down here?

'Cause I don't know nothing
about no car break-ins.

Yeah, I know you didn't break in
to any of those cars.

It's just a way
to get you down to the station.

Listen, I'm not a cop.

I just wanted
to ask you a few questions.

If you ain't a cop, I ain't
got nothing to say to you.

Listen, I can call
your probation officer.

Do they know you're still
active in your gang?

What do you want?

I want to talk to you
about Shinwell

and why you approached him
at his apartment the other day.

What do you care
about me and Shin?

I know
the two of you came up together.

You were both arrested
as co-defendants

in a break-in when you were 18.

Neither of you would
testify against each other.

I ain't no snitch.
Shinwell, neither.

No, but you are on his list
of criminal associates,

people that he's forbidden to
contact, so if you really are

his friend, and you want to help
him, you stay away from him.

What's funny?

You got it all backwards.

Wasn't my idea to meet.
It was his.

He asked me to come by,
catch up a little.

You want to sermonize someone,
try him.

I'm sure he, uh,
be straight with you,

seeing as you his friend
and all.

Technical Sergeant Declan Boyle.

Thank you so much
for coming by. Do come in.

The Chief Master Sergeant
of the Air Force asks you

to do something, you do it, no
matter how long you've been out.

Um, I should mention,

drawing the pistol
in your ankle holster

at any point would be a mistake.

Your arrival here
has been recorded

and sent to a secure server.

So, you know, kill me
at your own peril.

I'll take that
under advisement.

You want to tell me
what the hell this is about?

You're doing very well
for a former enlisted man.

Five-figure watch on your wrist,
the luxury SUV parked outside.

I understand
you recently purchased

a condominium in Midtown.

This all leads me to
think that I'm correct

to suspect
that you once stole money

intended
for the Iraq War effort.

But the question is, whether
you murdered someone over it.

Everyone else
is getting rich off that war.

Haliburton, Blackwater.

My friends and I--
we figured, why not us?

So we took a handling
fee, all right?

Just enough to get
us on our feet

once we stopped
contracting.

But I never killed
anyone over it.

Especially not
Bennett Nealy.

The two of you were based
at the same facility

at the time
the money disappeared.

Recently, you paid Bennett
a half a million dollars.

It paints a certain picture.

Your colleagues are either dead
or overseas, so you're the only

one who could have accessed
his parachute,

or taken that shot
that killed him.

I had zero motive
to kill Bennett.

The SUV out front,
the condo--

the money I took
didn't pay for that.

It wasn't nearly enough.

I'm doing well
because I invested

all of it in off-the-books,
high-interest loans.

You're saying
you're a loan shark?

The 500 grand I wired Bennett
wasn't a blackmail payment.

It was a loan.

25% interest.

Bennett was paying
me ten grand a month,

every month, never
missed one payment.

So why would I kill a cash cow
that's giving me so much milk?

What did he do
with the money you lent him?

So Bennett Nealy
bought an airplane.

Specifically, a skydiving
plane, secured via

an off-the-books loan

and through yet another
shell company.

So why all the secrecy?

Why, it's an
excellent question.

How did it go

with Tall Boy?

Not great, actually.

He said that Shinwell
reached out to him.

Yeah, you believe him?

Well, Shinwell was close to him
before he went to prison,

so it's not a surprise that
he'd want to see his old friend.

But it would fight the idea
that he's honoring

the conditions of his parole.

As a sponsor, I've learned
that I'm not responsible

for my sponsee's mistakes.

I'm not Shinwell's sponsor.

Hmm. Aren't you?

Hey. You made it.

You find something?

Well, for one thing, Bennett
didn't fly this plane himself.

He had a partner.

Chet Polian.

All the flights
are in his name.

It looks like he and Bennett

have been running
parachuting charters,

"North Atlantic
Skydiving Tours."

They fly out of this airport
and one other,

but there's a twist.

It looks like they're
advertising trips

out of Ontario and Quebec.

According to his records,
Bennett's mother

is from Winnipeg,
so he's a dual citizen.

He could have gotten a Canadian
business permit easy enough.

A plane controlled
by a shell company,

funded by a secret loan;
flying in and out of Canada,

What does that sound like?

You think they're
smuggling drugs?

Or something else.

Passenger seats...
in the cargo hold.

Bennett and his partner
weren't smuggling drugs.

They were smuggling people.

We believe that Bennett
Nealy was, to coin a phrase,

a "concierge coyote."

A smuggler for well-heeled
illegal immigrants.

His clients would arrive

in Canada on tourist visas,

then Bennett and his partner
would use their skydiving plane

to take them across the border.

Must have charged
a pretty penny,

considering he could only
smuggle two people at a time.

- Any luck finding the pilot?
- Turns out

Chet Polian is a retiree

confined to a nursing home
in San Diego.

Whoever was flying for Bennett

used Polian's license
without his knowledge.

Local police took fingerprints
from the cockpit,

Not a match on any databases.

Marcus pulled the airport
security footage.

He's going over it now
to see if he can use it

to identify the pilot, or any
of the people he smuggled.

You realize this opens up
a small army of suspects

for Bennett Nealy's murder,
right?

His pilot, his
shady customers.

We got a problem.

So this footage is
a couple months old,

but I'm pretty sure these were
two of Bennett's customers.

The date and time jibe with
the logs he kept in his office.

His plane returned from a trip
to Montreal not 20 minutes

before these two got into
that limo, but that's not all.

You know Mike over there is in
the Army Reserves, right?

Yeah.

Did a few tours as an MP
in Afghanistan.

When he was bringing that
witness in, he caught a look

at my computer...

recognized this guy
from an old wanted list.

His name is Qadir Durrani.

He's a Taliban warlord.

Mr. Bell.

Actually, it's Detective Bell,

and I won't be needing a lift.

We can walk to the
station from here.

Uh, what are you talking about?

Is this some kind of joke?

You're a friend
of Bennett Nealy's,

or at least you were.

Every couple weeks, he'd pay you
to pick up clients of his

at Poughkeepsie
Municipal Airport.

I think I'm gonna call a lawyer.

That's one idea.

Another is to help us out.

We're looking for one
of your passengers.

Do you remember this man?

More importantly,

did you know
he was a terrorist?

Checkmate.

It's always good
to see you, Vadim.

Next time, watch out
for those discovery checks.

Might I have the next game?

My board, so I go first. Cool?

Wonder what your
parole officer

would think of you
hustling chess.

I mean, technically,
it's gambling.

Not gambling,
chess lessons.

The way you mirrored
my opening, for example.

Pretty conservative,
but I like to play

with a little
more creativity, myself.

I find, from time to time,

playing it safe is
the best strategy.

I mean, take
your situation.

You're on parole.

You're trying to adjust to life
without the money and prestige

that your former position as a
gang lieutenant afforded you.

It would be easy to see how
you could, uh, be tempted

to try and recapture
those heights.

To play once more
with aggression.

A man can be tempted,
ain't no law against that.

I know all about temptation.

That's why I avoid
people and places

that might trigger a relapse.
Mmm.

Well, it must be nice...
being able to place it safe.

Wish I could do that.

It's true, you have
certain disadvantages.

But you also have...

Watson... and she's
worried about you.

You instigated a meeting with
a so-called friend of yours,

Laquan "Tall Boy" Eversley.

Ain't nothing to that.

Just catching up.

Well, even if that was true,

interacting with Tall Boy
is no safer for you,

than chatting with a heroin
dealer would be for me.

You seem like an
intelligent man.

Watson thinks
you have potential.

I hate to see you fumble away
your current opportunity.

I get you, I do,
and I appreciate the warning.

I'll think on it.

Say good night to your lady.

I've been summoned.

Going to have to forfeit, but...

Bishop takes pawn at F2.

King to E2, bishop to G4.

Checkmate.

I do hope you can avoid
backsliding your way to prison.

If for no other reason than I
would like to play you again.

To be honest, Mr. Durrani,
when we sent E.S.U.

to your hotel, we expected
to find you with your daughter.

We know that you two flew
into the country together

a few months ago.

Imagine our surprise when
you turn up with your wife.

You and this man arrived
in the United States

just a few weeks ago.

That's our son;
his name is Marjan.

Where are your children now?

They're afraid if they
tell us we'll deport them.

Your accent?
You spent some time in England?

My parents sent me abroad during
the Russian occupation.

Mrs. Durrani.

Homeland Security, the FBI,

and the Joint Terrorism
Task Force are on their way

to speak with you.

In the meantime,

we have some questions
about the men

who smuggled you into
the country.

If you want to
help your cause,

I suggest you cooperate with us.

We'd be happy to,
but please understand

that we came to America because
we were in fear for our lives.

We need asylum.

The Taliban has issued a death
sentence against my husband.

Well, it's funny you
should mention that,

because we have it
on good authority

that your husband was a
local Taliban commander.

Qadir was a village chieftain.

Before the Americans came,

he pledged fealty
to the Taliban.

After the airstrikes
forced them out,

he cooperated
with NATO forces.

Then when NATO withdrew,
the Taliban returned in force.

We tried to change
sides once again.

But the Taliban
didn't trust you.

They burned our home.

Destroyed our village.

The central government
did nothing.

And when the Taliban murdered
my husband's brother,

we knew we had to get out.

We went to Pakistan,
then Canada.

Where Bennett Nealy and his
partner flew you to America.

A few nights ago,
Mr. Nealy was murdered.

Maybe it was one of you
covering your tracks.

Make sure your husband's
enemies couldn't find you.

No. We didn't kill anyone.

My brother-in-law's wife

and his children are in Toronto.

Bennett was supposed
to bring them next week.

Why would we kill him?

He says that you should talk
to Bennett's pilot.

Why him?

He and Bennett
got into an argument

after my son and I landed.

At first we couldn't hear
what the fighting was about,

but then the pilot began shoving

Bennett; he called him
a traitor.

I worried that the fight

would bring the police.

Marjan and I left the hangar
and got into a car,

as we'd been instructed.

The driver took us
to my husband and daughter.

Would you be willing to describe
the pilot to our sketch artist?

Of course.

Stick and Rudder,
by Wolfgang Langewiesche.

Give it a read.

Hell, read it twice,
read it three times.

Mr. Kasdan.

Detective Bell, NYPD.

My colleagues and I
want to talk to you

about the murder
of Bennett Nealy.

Why me?

Let's just say you're
a person of interest.

We know you piloted

for Bennett Nealy
using someone else's license.

You can deny it, but
we're pretty sure we'll be able

to confirm it
once we check your prints.

Fine. I flew the plane.

But I didn't file
the flight plan.

If the wrong name got used,
that was on Bennett.

As far as I know,
everything we were doing

was on the up-and-up.

Including hiding people
in the cargo hold?

Like I said, I don't know
anything about that.

It's a shame Bennett's not here
to defend himself.

It's a very convenient shame.

Are you saying

that you think I killed him?

According to our witness,
you shoved him.

Called him a traitor.

Maybe he was trying
to cut you out,

and you weren't having it.

I was in Ottawa
for a Rangers road game

the night
Bennett was shot.

I flew my Cessna.
You can check the flight plans.

That's great.
But Bennett wasn't just shot.

His parachute was sabotaged.

What?
See, we're looking

for two people, Mr. Kasdan.

A murderer
and an attempted murderer.

You say you can prove you were
in Ottawa the other night, fine.

Doesn't mean
you couldn't have cut the cord

to Bennett's pilot chute.

I did it.

Excuse me?

I did it.
I...

sabotaged Bennett's chute.

Why?

Well, it's like you said, I...

I was getting cut out.

And then I figured,
with him out of the way,

I could take over the business
for myself.

What?

Would you be so kind
as to remove your gloves?

I'd like to see your hands.

Palms down.

Well, you haven't said a
single true thing to us.

That includes
your confession.

You didn't kill Bennett.

You just want us
to think that you did.

I don't understand.

It's a simple
enough question.

Do you pluck
between your eyebrows?

Yeah.

I have since junior high.

Mmm. You have synophrys.

Joined eyebrows.

In addition, you lack hair
on the middle segments

of your fingers
and on the backs of your hands.

All three
of those conditions are

recessive hereditary traits.

Sharing one in common does not
prove a genetic relation,

but sharing all three
strongly suggests kinship.

What does this have to do
with my husband's death?

It has to do with the confession
of one Gordie Kasdan.

Pilot.
He said

he sabotaged
your husband's chute.

But we think he was covering

- for someone.
- He,

like you, has a unibrow,

he lacks hair on the middle
segments of his fingers

and on the backs of his hands.

He's your father.

We think he
confessed to sabotaging

Bennett's chute to protect you.

Are we right?

The other day,

when you said
Bennett had been shot,

part of me was relieved.

I hadn't killed him.

Someone else had.

Why would you tamper
with his chutes?

My pregnancy hasn't been easy.

Lack of sleep, nausea,
the hormones...

That's not an excuse for trying
to murder your husband.

A couple weeks ago,
I heard him talking

on the phone with some woman,
late at night.

He thought I was asleep.

I couldn't find any record
of the call on his cell,

so I did a little poking around.

Found one of those disposable
phones hidden in his car.

There were all these texts
between him

and someone
named Jaan.

Two A's.

In one of his messages,

he promised her
he would leave me.

So you decided to kill him.

I was angry.

I called my dad,
told him everything.

Said I could solve
the whole thing

with a pair of scissors and a
trip to Bennett's storage shed.

I'm guessing that's why he tried
to take the blame.

He realized I'd really done it.

The night
of the jump,

something changed.

I didn't want Bennett to die.

I tried to get him
to call off the jump.

But he wouldn't listen.

He never did.

Well, that explains
the sabotaged chute.

But we're no closer
to the sniper.

I think we are.

I think the sniper
and Mrs. Nealy

were both motivated
by Bennett's affair.

And if I'm right
about the sniper's identity,

we need to catch him soon.

'Cause I'm certain
he's gonna strike again.

I-I don't understand.

Why are you showing us these?

We found them on the ground
where Bennett Nealy fell.

In Afghanistan, young lovers
give each other tasbihs

as a sign of affection, yes?

He just asked you if you think
that they're hers,

and you said, "Oh, I hope not."

I'm assuming by "hers," you
meant your daughter, Zohala.

You speak Pashto?

Not fluently.

Are these your daughter's
prayer beads?

Bennett Nealy had a lover.
He called her Jaan.

"Jaan," as
you're well aware,

is the Pashto for "beloved."

Bennett Nealy was having
an affair with your daughter.

You didn't know?

We think
the sniper knew.

That's why he killed Bennett.
Which brings us back

to a question that you refused
to answer earlier.

Where are your children?

Zohala ran away

shortly after Marjan and I
arrived in New York.

She left a letter saying
that she wanted to...

live her own life,
as a modern woman.

We thought that
she was just being rebellious.

So we sent Marjan to find her.

Can we assume your son
has military training?

When my husband was with the
Taliban, my son fought for them.

He learned to shoot, to hide,

to stalk his target.

And they poured
their poison into his ears.

What do you think your son
would do if he knew

that your daughter was
sleeping with an American?

The Taliban preaches
the old ways.

In traditional culture,

when a woman sleeps with a man
outside of wedlock,

she dishonors
her entire family.

The only way to restore
that honor is through blood.

If Marjan thought
that Zohala and Bennett

were dishonoring our family...

He would kill them both.

So,

if there's a way
you could help us find Marjan,

his cell phone number, perhaps,

be a good time to share it.

Police! Don't move!

Lower the gun, Marjan.

Target in sight.

Three o'clock.
We have visual.

Your parents sent us.

They want you to live.

They want you both to live.

Inside! Quick!

This way, please.

Move! Move!

Nobody here wants to hurt you.

Just put
the gun down.

Marjan.

Zohala.

♪ Mmm... ♪

♪ Mmm... ♪

♪ A sigh went across my bones ♪

♪ Didn't I tell you,
shut the door? ♪

Come in.

Been a while.

It has.

I heard you had a conversation
with an old friend of mine.

I did.

He said that you reached out
to him. Is that true?

Say it was.

Okay, well,

do you know what would happen
to you if a parole officer knew

that you were hanging out
with Tall Boy?

Tall Boy

is not your problem.

Neither am I.

Not no more.

Okay, but you asked me
for my help.

And now I know better.

You can't help me.

Really?

You think you know everything.
You don't.

You just walked
into a criminal's apartment

in the middle of the night.
A basement apartment.

You can shoot a gun down here--
nobody'll hear it.

It's not your world. It's mine.

It's where I have to live,

and it's where I have
to survive.

Why are you saying this?

Because this world's
not safe.

Not for me. And especially
not for you. So get out.

While you still can.

It's now or never, Doc.

♪ What did you wish
on that storm? ♪

♪ Was it worth it ♪

♪ Selling your soul? ♪

♪ Not a lot left to see ♪

♪ Won't you let them
in their only? ♪

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