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HOLMES: Previously on Elementary...

WATSON: Still don't understand

why you wouldn't let Lin sell this place.

This was more than just our home for six years.

This was our laboratory.

Our sanctum sanctorum.

So when are you gonna tell Sherlock?

Tell him what?

That you aren't happy in London.

I'm fine.

I know you want her here. I want her here, too.

It doesn't mean that she belongs here.

HOLMES: Don't pack. Stay.

It could be good for you. You said in London

that you missed it here.

What about you?

I could stay, too.

I'm here to surrender myself.

My name is Sherlock Holmes.

I'm wanted for the murder of Michael Rowan.

(horn honking, traffic rumbling)

Mr. Holmes.

I'm Assistant Director Eagen.

Yes, I, uh... I am aware.

I did, after all, request you, specifically.

Ten hours ago, I might add.

I was beginning to think your underlings

hadn't delivered my message.

You're lucky I'm here at all.

Confessed killers don't usually get to demand an audience

with the head of the New York field office.

And yet, you came.

Mr. Holmes, you're wanted for the murder of Michael Rowan.

As I understand it, you understood you'd be arrested

for that murder, should you ever

step foot in the United States again.

So this is how it's gonna go.

You said you had a statement

that you could only deliver to me?

Let's have it.

Then we'll get you downstairs for processing,

and you can call an attorney.

No.

Excuse me?

Shortly before you came in,

the electromagnetic whine in that camera stopped.

I can also tell

that there's no one behind that mirror.

The fact that you've ensured our privacy tells me

that you know I am Morland Holmes's son.

Why would that matter?

One of the side effects

of spending the last year in proximity to my father

is that I became more aware of his business dealings.

For instance, I learned that he once bribed

an assistant director of the FBI.

In exchange for his generosity,

you agreed not to look into an illicit real estate deal

which had come up in an unrelated investigation.

I'm sure that your superiors

would be interested to know that.

And they would easily find proof of the transaction

should they receive a tip.

What do you want?

A personal matter requires that I stay in New York for a while.

The charges against me need to go away.

So in a moment, you're going to walk out of the room,

and you're going to release me on my own recognizance.

The FBI will then issue a statement

saying it made a mistake.

You've realized

that I provided a false confession

in a misguided attempt to protect my partner,

who is also innocent.

In particular, you will ensure that the NYPD

appreciates the gravity of your error.

Any shadow of suspicion over myself or Ms. Watson

must be gone.

You do know you'd be exposing

your father to criminal charges, too.

He can take it.

Can you?

(sighs)

This is a nightmare.

I have a buyer flying in from Abu Dhabi today.

That's a 14-hour flight.

I can't exactly tell him to turn around.

He's three-quarters of the way here.

Mr. Balfour, I swear, nothing like this

has ever happened before.

And how does that help me?

I paid your people to move the sculpture

from my storage unit into the showroom

so I could present it to my buyer.

That is an original Lance Petra.

Do you have any idea how much it's worth?

Nothing.

Nothing is what it's worth now.

Meanwhile, the fuel that my buyer is burning coming here

costs more than what you make in a year.

I wanted to go to the Harlem storage place, but no.

The buyer needed to be near the airport.

14-hour flight, and he can't just drive into the city.

Call your boss!

I have been trying, but he hasn't answered.

I will try him again right now.

First thing that you tell him when he picks up?

Your insurance here better be astronomical.

(laughs softly)

(line ringing)

(cell phone ringing)

Virgil?

♪ Elementary 7x03 ♪ The Price of Admission Original Air Date on June 6,

== sync, corrected by elderman == @elder_man

♪ ♪

"Virgil Gwinn."

He was our New York site manager.

And you're his boss?

I oversee all of Krypsona's locations

in Europe and the U.S.

You sure it's him?

A scar on his hand.

Loading dock incident some months ago.

So if this was an accident, it's not the facility's first.

Have I done something to offend you, Mr. Holmes?

You said on the phone that you required assistance

with a problem.

I wouldn't be here at all were it not

for your relationship with my father.

Had you mentioned that your problem

was a corpse, I would have said, "No. Call the police."

You're familiar with the nature of our business?

Yeah. Krypsona is a storage facility for the rich and shady.

You qualify as a foreign-trade zone,

meaning as long as the items

coming into the country remain here,

they are considered outside the purview of U.S. Customs,

subject to neither inspection nor import tax.

And such a designation attracts a clientele of art smugglers,

tax evaders and money launderers.

Our clients have secrets.

We offer discretion.

Hmm. And should this turn into a homicide investigation,

you might prefer to give them a heads-up, would you?

Didn't your security system capture what happened?

Uh, we looked when the body was found.

Our system was shut off for some reason last night.

You didn't think that was worth mentioning?

Well, I was hoping it wasn't related.

Virgil Gwinn was probably hoping not to be murdered.

Murdered. You're certain?

Wool, matching that of Gwinn's suit.

Whatever happened last night, it didn't start in here.

♪ ♪

That is a dental crown

belonging to Mr. Gwinn.

He was attacked here,

and then carried into the showroom,

where his death was staged to look like an accident.

Do you plan to treat my clients as suspects?

Everyone's a suspect. Your employees are suspect.

You're a suspect.

(chuckles): Wha... I called you.

You wouldn't be the first killer

to bring me in out of pure swank.

A retired colorman once did so

after asphyxiating his wife and her lover.

I found them in a well in his garden.

That being said, on a fundamental level,

Krypsona is a facility where valuables are stored,

and Mr. Gwinn was charged with protecting them.

And I'm sure the NYPD

will want to determine if anything is missing,

in case he was killed during a theft.

You're contacting them now?

No. I'm contacting my partner.

She'll call them.

As far as anyone need know, you called looking for me,

but you found her instead, all right?

And I suppose they'll want a list of our clients' names?

Yeah.

Well, I can't give them one.

I'm contractually forbidden.

Well, in that case, you'll be given a court order,

absolving you of any need for confidentiality.

Now, before the police get here, I need copies

of all of this facility's security video.

The killer might have avoided the cameras last night,

but who knows what I'll find on previous days?

Sherlock?

HOLMES: Up here!

All the furniture's back.

While you and Marcus were at Krypsona, I took the liberty

of having our things delivered from storage.

I was only gone a few hours.

You think I would hire slow movers?

My only quibble is damage to some of the cables.

Our belongings are the tools of our trade, Watson.

We need them to do our work.

Because, apparently, we're taking cases now.

A dead body came over our transom.

I decided not to throw it back.

Speaking of which...

It's like you said.

Virgil Gwinn's death looks like a homicide.

Eugene thinks that his neck was broken

before he was crushed under the sculpture.

The killer wanted it to look like an accident.

And Krypsona's shadowy client list?

Marcus got a court order. They handed it over.

So he's been calling each of the clients

to see if police can inspect their units.

So far, no one is cooperating.

As predicted.

He also posted unis at the facility.

So if anyone tries to get into their unit without the police,

they'll be stopped and we'll hear about it.

How about you?

Anything interesting in the footage?

Many things. Or rather, many non-things.

The night of Gwinn's murder is not the first time

someone tampered with the security system at Krypsona.

I've found gaps in the footage going back over a year.

So we're looking at a string of break-ins.

Last night was the first time they caught on?

It's got to be an inside job, right?

That's how they're turning off the cameras.

Either that, or the killer was a professional

with the right expertise.

I'm still reviewing the footage, so...

It's too soon to say.

So, now can we talk about why

you didn't get on a plane to London yesterday?

Change of heart.

I thought you and I both agreed

that you can't stay here. The FBI...

They're already aware of my presence.

Turned myself in yesterday.

Wha...?

What if your plan backfired?

What if they arrested you?

They didn't.

Why risk it?

Because questions still remain

about what happened to the captain.

Patrick Meers was not acting alone.

Someone or some group were pulling his strings.

We both know I can't return to London

with things as they are,

and we can't investigate properly with me slinking about.

What's the latest on the captain?

He's stable.

I mean, he still has to be intubated, though,

so they're keeping him sedated.

(cell phone chimes)

It's Marcus. One of Krypsona's clients

has agreed to let the police inspect his unit.

I've been invited to join.

BELL: We appreciate you helping us out, Mr. Cutler.

Seems like a lot of the renters here aren't keen

on the police looking through their stuff.

I have got nothing to hide, Detective.

WATSON: Can I ask why

you keep your coins in a foreign trade zone?

I picked most of them up in other countries,

and they're worth a lot of money.

Most of them are gold.

If I never bring them through Customs,

then I don't have to declare them.

It's perfectly legal.

I-I'm not a criminal. I'm just cheap.

And it's just as easy

to admire them here as it is at home.

Some of the locks have been picked on these cases.

You can see the scratches.

Over here, too.

Someone pried these open.

Probably with a screwdriver.

Got to think the perp was our doer, right?

He was ripping off these storage units

when the site manager caught him in the act.

Do us a favor, Mr. Cutler,

and write us up a list of everything you find missing.

I'd be happy to, except so far, everything's here.

You sure?

I'll have to go through it all,

but from what I can see, nothing's missing.

WATSON: That doesn't make any sense.

I mean, even if you don't know anything about coins,

you can see that these are worth stealing.

And given the number of locks that were picked,

whoever broke in here stuck around for a while.

So why go through all that trouble and not take anything?

Thanks for the lift.

Yeah. Hey, any chance you have a printer set up inside?

Supposed to meet Chantal at a comedy club in 20 minutes,

and I forgot to print our tickets off the website.

It would save me from having to stop somewhere else,

miss half the show.

Um, well, just tell me the site's address,

and I'll print them out. You can wait here.

I would, but it's probably gonna take me a dozen tries

to remember my password.

I could just come inside and do it.

Joan.

I know he's here.

(door opens)

I hope you brought some food, Watson.

BELL: No food.

Just company.

He knew you were here.

(door closes)

I realize this puts you in an awkward spot, Marcus.

It's been a year, man.

You really gonna leave me hanging?

You knew I was here the whole time, didn't you?

BELL: It was the captain.

I knew you'd come.

I was counting on it.

It's good to see you.

I was disappointed to hear about the Marshals,

but I do understand.

Be grateful.

If I was a federal officer right now,

I'd have to arrest you.

On that count, you won't be

abetting a fugitive for too long.

Wheels are in motion to clear me in the eyes of the law.

Do I even want to know?

Probably never.

Then what? You back?

We haven't talked about that yet.

We were only planning

to see this Patrick Meers thing through.

This just came up.

Watson texted me about the storage unit you examined.

The man's coin collection was rifled but not robbed?

I think I have an explanation.

You'll recall I discovered gaps in the security footage

that we received from Krypsona.

Well, I've since discovered a related pattern elsewhere

in the financial records of our flattened victim.

WATSON: Well, according to these,

Virgil Gwinn bought a lake house in Saskatchewan last year.

And then this year, he bought a $100,000 Tesla

and a luxury cruise.

Note the dates.

Each of his extravagant purchases

was made shortly after one of the gaps in the footage.

So every time the cameras went off, Virgil got richer.

He was the one disabling the security system

because he was stealing from people's units.

HOLMES: Not exactly.

I don't think he was stealing objects.

I think he was after information.

Krypsona caters to clients with secrets.

WATSON: If secrets were all an intruder was after,

then it would explain why none

of Edward Cutler's coins were taken.

BELL: You think Virgil was going

through people's units to see what they were hiding.

If he found a good secret, he'd use it to shake down the client?

HOLMES: Yeah. He was a blackmailer.

And if I'm right, he was killed by one of his victims.

Hey. Ready to go?

Mm-hmm.

WATSON: So that's Captain Dwyer?

Strange seeing someone else in that office.

He's the C.O. at the 12th.

He's going to cover both squads--

half tour here, half tour there--

until we know more about Captain Gregson.

He's getting briefed on all our open cases.

Pretty sure you and I are next.

Do we know anything about him?

I hear he's a good boss.

You don't get tapped in a situation like this

if you aren't.

When I texted my buddy at the 12th,

all he said was that Dwyer doesn't mince words.

What does that mean?

Guess we're about to find out.

Detective Bell, you're up.

Uh, Captain Dwyer, this is Joan Watson.

Hello.

I forget. You the one who murdered that guy,

or was it your partner?

Between us, I don't care.

The guy was a twist. I'm glad he's dead.

Thanks.

I've been on the job 40 years.

You're my first consulting detective.

I think it's nuts, by the way,

working cases with civilians,

but this isn't my house; it's Tommy's,

and it isn't like there's any arguing

with your results, am I right?

Shall we?

Uh, actually, Captain, we set everything up

in the conference room for you.

"Set everything up"?

What the hell is all this?

You asked for a briefing on the case.

Yeah, briefing. This look brief to you?

No, but...

Look, I'm a 30,000-foot guy.

I only need details when I need them.

Right now I'm running two squads instead of one.

It's a homicide. You got a handle on it?

Early days, but we think so.

Good. Let me know if that changes.

Otherwise, Tommy trusts you.

That's good enough for me.

First impressions of our interim captain?

It's hard to say.

The meeting was so quick.

So did he grasp why we suspect Virgil Gwinn was murdered

by one of Krypsona's clientele?

Actually, we never got that far.

Something about Captain Dwyer being a 30,000-foot guy.

What does that mean?

I think it's supposed to mean

the view from an airplane,

but he may as well have been on one, he sped by so fast.

But he said he trusts us.

Well, then I suppose he'll do.

So I've managed to eliminate

all but one of these individuals as a suspect.

Noam Alsberg is, according to my source,

a money launderer for a Serbian gang, and they are in the habit

of disappearing their victims.

So they wouldn't have left Virgil's body to be found.

Hmm. These three are cooperating

with the investigation, so it's unlikely

they've got anything to hide worth blackmailing.

These two may well have something to hide,

but they are Krypsona's newest clients.

I didn't find any gaps in the security footage

between the time they moved in

and the time of the murder.

Meaning Virgil hadn't gotten around to searching their units

in order to blackmail them.

You said you eliminated all but one.

Aura Swenson, heiress to the Swenson Construction fortune,

but money's not the only thing in her inheritance.

Her father, Harold Swenson,

built one of the world's largest construction companies

by doing business primarily in Africa and the Middle East.

His vocation allowed him to indulge his avocation:

everywhere he built roads and bridges,

he procured religious artifacts.

WATSON: I remember hearing about this.

He wanted to build a museum focusing on the religions

that came out of the region,

but he died before he had the chance.

Mm. His daughter has decided to carry on her father's dream.

Says here the dad got in trouble with the Feds

about ten years back.

He was caught importing looted antiquities,

got off with a...

slap on the wrist and a minor fine.

Afterwards, he claimed to stay on the straight and narrow.

So you think his collection

is being kept in his daughter's unit.

But if it's so squeaky clean,

then why is it in a foreign trade zone,

and why won't he cooperate with the murder investigation?

If the Swenson family is still in possession of looted goods,

it would count as a second offense.

She could get prison time.

Secret worthy of blackmail and, by extension, murder.

Well, we can't prove any of this without access to her unit.

And these articles aren't going to get us a search warrant.

I could talk to Captain Dwyer,

try to put some pressure on Aura Swenson,

but I'm not liking our chances.

There might be another way we could test the theory.

According to these articles, she engaged an appraiser

to inventory her father's collection.

The appraiser's website, however...

...fails to list her as a client.

That's a curious omission, isn't it,

given the notoriety of the Swenson name?

So you think he's distancing himself from her for a reason.

Well, she likely won't cooperate.

Perhaps the appraiser will.

Detective Bell?

Hi.

And Miss Watson.

Hello.

You said on the phone that you wanted to talk

about the Swenson collection?

That's right.

Go ahead and come back into my office with me.

I just want to be clear right out of the gate

that I wanted no part of that mess.

BELL: When you say "mess," Mr. Florenti,

are you talking about looted antiquities

or the murder of Virgil Gwinn?

Wait, murder?

Virgil, the site manager at Krypsona? He's dead?

You knew him?

To say hello.

I-I couldn't remove anything from the building,

so I had to examine the collection there.

We have reason to believe that his murder

and the collection are related.

We were hoping that you can confirm

that some of the Swenson antiquities

were smuggled into the country illegally.

Are you saying you think Aura Swenson killed him?

BELL: If we were thinking that,

would we be off base?

You asked if I saw looted antiquities.

Yeah, I did.

That's what I wanted no part of.

A lot of the Swenson collection comes from a border territory

between Ethiopia and its neighbor, Eritrea.

I worked in that region for years, so Aura hired me

for my expertise.

Eritrea used to be part of Ethiopia,

but they declared independence 25 years ago,

and the two countries have been at war ever since.

There hasn't been any

government-sanctioned archaeology

in the region during that time, so...

when I saw that Harold Swenson

had brought in pieces less than five years ago...

You knew they had to have been looted.

I don't think Aura knew.

She just inherited everything from her dad.

But when I told her, she offered to pay me

to forge papers of provenance.

She wanted you to cover up her father's crimes.

I told her I wouldn't,

and she was furious.

I quit on the spot.

Would you be willing to tell a judge everything

you just told us? (cell phone chimes)

It could help police secure a search warrant.

Of course.

Actually, looks like we won't need a warrant.

Aura Swenson's lawyer just called the precinct.

They've agreed to give us full access to her unit.

So you're admitting

to everything your appraiser told us?

That several of these items are missing the paperwork

needed to bring them legally into the U.S.?

WATSON: All right, you realize you're confessing

to a federal crime, and confirming a motive

to kill Virgil Gwinn?

What motive is that?

We think Virgil Gwinn knew you had looted items in here,

items you could go to prison for,

and that he was blackmailing you to keep it secret.

We can't speak to anything that transpired

between this man and Aura's father.

It's possible Harold was being blackmailed,

but this is the first we're hearing of it.

The fact is, I let you in here to prove

that I wasn't committing any crime.

And since that's the case, there's nothing

that I could be blackmailed over, either.

I'm confused. How could your father

have been susceptible to blackmail, but not you?

You just said that the looted items are still here.

Because we finalized a deal with the Ethiopian government

this morning that obviates any crimes on Ms. Swenson's part.

BELL: Care to explain how a deal

with a foreign country saves you from facing charges

on U.S. soil?

A few months ago, the U.N. brokered a peace deal

between Ethiopia and Eritrea,

ending a lengthy conflict. With the fighting over,

Ethiopia now has a chance to repair its infrastructure.

Which just happens to be your family's line of work.

In exchange for Swenson Construction's

generous assistance

building new housing, parks and power plants,

Ethiopia has agreed to donate any and all items

that might have been looted to the Swensons' museum.

And since none of the items

in here have left the foreign trade zone...

Technically, none of these items have been smuggled

into the country illegally.

So this deal makes it legal?

And since this deal has been in the works for weeks,

Ms. Swenson had no motive to kill any blackmailer.

(indistinct police radio chatter)

That's the first time I've heard of a country giving an alibi.

This all looks legit, but I'm no expert,

and there's a lot of inventory in there.

It'd be nice to know if this really means there's nothing

Ms. Swenson could've been blackmailed over.

I'll call the department's art expert,

ask him to help us go through it.

We should also make sure this really came

from the Ethiopian government.

I'll call Sherlock and ask him to swing by the consulate.

(phone ringing) EAGEN (over phone): Eagen.

HOLMES: Assistant Director, it's Sherlock Holmes.

You shouldn't be calling me.

I wouldn't be if my situation was resolved.

I'm working on it.

Well, work faster.

I'm not sure how much longer

I can be trusted to keep your secret.

24 hours, and it'll be done.

Excuse me.

Hello. Um, my name's Sherlock Holmes.

I've got an appointment to speak with consul. Isn't that her?

Mr. Holmes, I recognize the name.

I'm sorry, but the consul has been called to the U.N.

She'll have to reschedule.

Is everything all right?

This went out to the press an hour ago.

It should explain everything.

♪ ♪

(engine starts)

(phone ringing)

Hey. How did it go with the Ethiopian consul?

She wasn't able to speak.

She was called away on urgent business.

Her prime minister just pulled out

of a peace deal with Eritrea.

Really?

That means something to you?

Yeah. I was about to call you.

I think I may know why they pulled out

of the peace deal, and if I'm right,

it might tell us why Virgil Gwinn was murdered.

I'm listening.

The Swenson collection included a journal

written by an archaeologist in 1928.

So there is this one entry: he and his team are digging in

what is now the disputed area between Ethiopia and Eritrea.

So he wrote that they came across "bitumen seepage"

and the "odor of methane gas."

You're thinking antiquities aren't the only thing

people dig for in that region worth killing over.

Bitumen and methane are indicators of fossil fuels.

So what if Virgil went digging for dirt

in Swenson's collection, and instead

struck oil?

Where did you get this?

It's funny, we were gonna ask you the same thing.

That is a copy of a page from an archaeologist's journal.

We got it from Aura Swenson.

It was in her father's collection of antiquities.

Now, the archaeologist described

what he thought could be oil along the border

between your country and Eritrea.

An area which, up until yesterday,

your country agreed to hand over to Eritrea

as part of a peace deal.

We can't help thinking it's all related,

this info about the oil

and your prime minister suddenly refusing to give up the land.

I must admit, I am a bit puzzled. (chuckles)

Why are the affairs of two African nations

of any concern to the NYPD?

Because they're relevant to a homicide investigation.

We're looking into the murder of a man named Virgil Gwinn.

Maybe you've heard of him?

Well, we think Mr. Gwinn came across that journal

in a storage unit where the Swensons' collection is held.

We also think he tried to sell the information in it

to your country.

Maybe you liked the information but not the price.

So you took it and you had him killed instead.

I believe this conversation just ended.

You probably don't want word of oil in the region

getting around, right?

For example, I'm thinking Eritrea

would be very interested to hear about it.

Their consulate's just down the street, isn't it?

In truth, you're only partly right

about what you have said.

My country was alerted to the possibility

of oil in the region,

and that is why we rejected

the peace deal.

As I understand it,

our prime minister received a copy of this same

journal directly from a high-level

business associate, but...

where that man acquired it,

or whether he knew your murder victim,

I cannot say.

Obviously, you've heard of the Swenson family

and you know about the agreement to donate antiquities to them

in exchange for help from their construction company.

Yes, but I was unaware of any connection

between the Swensons' collection and this information.

What I can say with great certainty

is that no one from my government

ordered any murder.

We'll need the name

of your prime minister's business associate.

I can give you that,

as long as you'll agree

not to divulge what you know to Eritrea.

She gave us the name of a prominent

Ethiopian businessman. Apparently, he's the one

who passed the info in the journal

on to their prime minister.

Well, that's progress.

You seem troubled.

The consul doesn't seem to think

there's a connection between the information

reaching her government and Virgil Gwinn's murder.

Her ignorance of such matters doesn't disprove them.

Well, I looked into where the journal came from.

It's been sitting in the Swenson collection,

gathering dust, for a decade.

Before then, Harold Swenson bought it

from a private collector in Italy,

who had been holding onto it for 75 years.

So we agree, the timing, probably not a coincidence.

So what's troubling?

Well, after hearing what she said,

we don't think Virgil's the one who sold it.

We've been through his life.

He wasn't a traveler. He didn't have foreign friends.

Mostly, he stuck to the people he grew up with.

He didn't strike us as the type who was rubbing elbows

with high-level Ethiopian businessmen.

You're right, he probably wasn't.

So why don't you seem troubled?

Because I can't help remembering,

you've already met someone

connected to Virgil's place of work,

with access to the Swensons' collection,

and the proper contacts in Ethiopia.

You think I killed Virgil Gwinn?

I told you, I barely knew him.

You did, but we're guessing you said that

because you realized that we might see the two of you

on Krypsona's surveillance video.

Now, we looked at the footage pretty closely.

We couldn't make out what you were saying,

but that's mostly because you and Virgil

would go into Ms. Swenson's unit whenever you talked,

presumably because there were no cameras in there.

(sighs) You're imagining things.

BELL: Are we?

'Cause if so, our imaginations are pretty thorough.

Here's how we figure it went down.

You discovered the archaeologist's journal

while you were working on the Swensons' collection,

you saw the info about oil, and decided to sell it to Ethiopia.

You mentioned you lived there. We checked,

and some of the work you did was directly

for the Ethiopian government, so you would've known

the right people to get the information to.

Then along comes Virgil Gwinn.

Thanks to Krypsona's cameras, he had eyes on everything there.

He must have caught you sneaking that journal out

and back in, had at least a sense of what you were doing,

and demanded a cut.

But you weren't down for being blackmailed.

So you arranged to meet him at Krypsona.

You made sure he disabled the cameras

and erased any proof of what you'd done,

and then you killed him.

(scoffs)

I already told you, I quit working

for Aura Swenson weeks ago.

I didn't even have access to the building anymore.

Virgil could have let you in.

Or you could have used your own key card.

According to Krypsona's records, you never turned it in.

I guess I threw it out.

Look...

now that you have laid it all out,

I guess I understand why you suspect me.

But you're suggesting I would sabotage a peace deal

for personal profit?

Tens of thousands of people have already died

in the fighting between Ethiopia and Eritrea.

What you are accusing me of is inhuman.

Virgil was killed three nights ago, right?

Tuesday?

That's right.

I was at the Amore Opera with some friends.

La Traviata.

We even went out for drinks afterward.

I'm sure you'll want their names.

Marcus called. Florenti's alibi checked out.

Plus, we can't find any connection between

him and the business associate

who supplied the journal, or any communication

between Florenti and his contacts in Ethiopia.

As far as we can tell, he hasn't even set foot

in an Ethiopian restaurant.

You and Marcus looked him in the eye.

Are you convinced of his guilt?

Honestly, when he gave us his alibi,

it felt like he was taunting us.

Well, his alibi certainly doesn't clear him.

His Ethiopian contacts

could have sent someone to kill Gwinn.

Mm, a hit man.

So, I reached out to some friends at the State Department

and at Interpol, requesting the names

of any international "fixers" with ties to Ethiopia.

I've also written to my father.

He's the head of a global crime syndicate,

so he might have some insights.

I'm just awaiting responses.

Speaking of your father,

have you heard from his pal, the assistant director?

I spoke to him yesterday.

He assures me that my exculpation is imminent.

So, it occurs to me

that you and I should talk about the future.

Specifically, our plans beyond the resolution

of the Patrick Meers case.

Well, I just assumed we'd return to London.

Yeah, we might, but we wouldn't have to.

I mean, we could,

if we so choose, resume our work at the 11th.

You said that staying in London was important to you.

Yeah, it was, but I'd be lying if I said

that being here didn't stir up certain feelings.

Anyway, when my name is cleared, I can travel as I please.

Our consultancy could become bicontinental.

You mean work with the NYPD and Scotland Yard?

We have the means.

Okay.

Thanks.

Oh, I'm just being selfish.

I want it all.

Always do.

I'll see you in the morning.

(door creaking)

(trumpet fanfare plays) Ugh. What is that?

Eritrean national anthem.

It's quite rousing, isn't it?

Oh, obviously it was to me.

Heard back from my father. (anthem continues)

Well, I take it he had some thoughts

on the hit man from Ethiopia.

He had a good deal more to offer than that.

He proposed an entirely different theory of the crime.

A theory so depraved, it took him to think of it.

I'm listening.

Ethiopia is not the only nation to benefit

from learning about the oil.

♪ ♪

Eritrea? (music stops)

Okay, explain that. If Ethiopia holds onto the land,

they get the oil.

Wouldn't Eritrea be the losers in all this?

Its citizens, perhaps, but not its leaders.

Since declaring independence 25 years ago,

Eritrea has suffered under a single despotic regime

accused of numerous human rights violations.

The government has repeatedly postponed national elections,

using the perpetual war with Ethiopia as an excuse.

So, they need to keep the war going

in order to stay in power.

Should they be so unlucky as for peace to break out,

the regime's ouster would be all but guaranteed.

So, you think the reason why we haven't been able

to find the hit man the Ethiopian government hired

is because Florenti didn't sell the information

to Ethiopia; he sold it to Eritrea.

From there, it was a simple matter

of identifying the global security firm

the Eritrean government employed.

And that led me to the name of a hired assassin,

who was in New York at the time of the murder.

So now what do we do?

You do nothing.

I've already made arrangements for Mr. Florenti's undoing.

(door opens, shuts)

FLORENTI: Hello.

Mr. Florenti, please come in.

I'm looking for Mr. al-Maliki?

He asked me to inspect some Iraqi artifacts.

It is a beautiful city, isn't it?

It's home.

Yeah.

Sorry about the deception.

There is no Mr. Maliki. I'm the one who called.

I work with the police.

(sighs)

You people still think I killed Virgil Gwinn?

As a matter of fact, I'm quite sure that you didn't.

- Really? - Yeah.

This man did.

His name is Gavin Lund.

The Eritrean government hired him to kill Gwinn

after you told them Gwinn was a threat.

Here we go.

Gwinn knew about the journal entry you had discovered,

which meant he could expose their plan

to perpetuate war with Ethiopia.

I was quite sure you'd recognize Lund

if you had given him your key card in person.

That's how he gained access to Krypsona, is it not?

Once and for all, no, I do not recognize this man.

And I don't have any idea what you could poss...

(gunshots)

What the hell was that?

Those are bullets.

Mr. Lund just tried to kill you.

What? (gunshots)

(grunting)

Yeah, he's perched on that balcony over there.

(gunshots)

I made sure that he knew about our meeting

and that you intended to give a full confession.

(panting): Are you insane?

You should know, my father owns this apartment.

Those windows are bulletproof.

Well, bullet-resistant.

It's hard to tell how many rounds they will withstand

before they start getting through.

(gunshot) (panicked whimper)

So, what are your options?

You could get outside and make a run for it.

Oh, I don't think that's wise. He's got a clear line of sight

from that balcony to the building's entrance.

You could stay inside, wait it out.

But I don't think that's going to work, either,

'cause he's a pro.

(hyperventilating)

(gunshot)

I also gave him every detail of your life,

so, eventually, he's gonna find you.

What?!

Fortunately, I have a way to guarantee

safe passage to the police,

where, if you agree, you'll give a full confession.

(gunshot) (gasps)

Fine. Fine. I'll do whatever you say.

Just-just get me out of here.

I see you're still alive,

so I take it everything worked out.

Yes. Sebastian Florenti is at the precinct confessing.

He confirmed my deduction as to the hit man's identity.

He and Gavin Lund did meet.

But Florenti didn't suspect

that the shooter was just your friend?

No. Lund is presently in Hamburg.

Interpol has issued a notice to have him picked up.

So, I've been e-mailing with Kitty, (cell phone chimes)

and since it looks like we're gonna be here a while,

I asked her to send some things for me.

Do you want anything from your place?

Is everything okay?

No.

(car alarm chirps)

HOLMES: Hey.

I told you to make things right.

Oh, I see you got my text.

According to this, a convicted killer

named Santos Oliva left a letter

confessing to Michael Rowan's murder,

and then he hanged himself in his cell.

Yeah, Oliva fit the bill.

He was in the right area the night Rowan died,

and he had the right sheet; he'd killed before.

He didn't kill Michael Rowan.

Are you sure about that?

I thought all you knew was that it wasn't you and Miss Watson.

Are you saying you know more?

This is not what we discussed.

What did you think was gonna happen?

Clearing your name was one thing,

but both of you, no.

I had to put the blame someplace.

Oh, and by the way, Oliva wasn't the only one

who wrote a confession.

I've written one as well.

In it, I admit I took a bribe from Morland Holmes.

A fact others can easily verify, as you pointed out.

Only, according to my letter, that bribe was in exchange

for clearing Michael Rowan's real killer...

Joan Watson.

Now, you contact me again

or tell anyone what you know,

my letter goes public.

Oh, almost forgot.

Welcome home.

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