All language subtitles for Elementary.S07E04.WEBRip.x264-ION10

Previously onElementary...

BELL [on phone]:
The captain, he's been shot.

I came straight
from the airport.

So that's Captain Dwyer.

BELL:
He's gonna cover both squads,

until we know more about
Captain Gregson.

[crying]:
My name is Carmen Zelaya.

That video was given
to her brother, Halcon Zelaya,

the man who runs Mara Tres.

What do you want?

I know who killed your sister.

You can call me Patrick. It's
not Lieutenant Meers, anymore.

I left the army last year.
I did it.

I didn't really want to shoot
that cop, the captain...

I didn't want to,
but he figured it out.

He never wavered from his story,
and there's no way to prove

that he knew about Tim Bledsoe's
plan to blow up the ferry.

HOLMES:
Patrick Meers
was not acting alone.

Someone or some group
were pulling his strings.

Is the captain
doing any better?

Still hasn't regained
consciousness.

The docs think
there may be something

in there still bleeding.

[birds chirping]

DWYER: He was
a hell of a guy.

I-I know you were close,
you and Tommy.

You didn't just lose your
captain, you lost your friend.

But I want you to know
that as long

as I'm the boss at the 11th,

you and your partner
will always have a home to go...

Stop.

Stop what?

Talking. You're annoying me.

I'm trying to do right
by you here.

No.

You're not real.

None of this is real.

I've had this dream before.

Usually, it's Watson
who approaches me,

sometimes it's Marcus.

One time, it was a
scary clown with an axe.

It's your first appearance.

Presumably, because you
and I met in reality

for the first time
just a few hours ago.

I'm disappointed, really.

I mean, not in you, but in
myself, in my subconscious.

[chuckles] You'd think
it could find new ways

to express my concern
for my friend.

You think this is a dream?

Yeah, I'm asleep at home.

And the captain's
still in hospital.

And what about
the scary clown with the axe?

He go back
to the murder-circus?

Know what?
I take it back.

You and your partner
aren't welcome at the 11th.

You're nuts.

[machine whirring]

[sighs]

[elevator bell dings]

You got here fast.

You said he wanted to see me?

Paige said that he asked
for both us when he woke up.

She's here?
Downstairs.

She hadn't eaten,

so I said I'd sit with him
until she got back.

So he already said everything
he wanted to say to me.

It's your turn.

[knocking on door]

Hey.

Good to see you.

Joan said you squared everything
with the Feds.

No one's gonna take you
out of here in cuffs.

My days as a
fugitive are over.

Paige told me
you came to see me.

I don't know
what you said,

but, uh, I appreciate
you not pulling the plug.

[chuckles] Well, it was,
it was good to see you.

It's, uh... put everything
in perspective.

I've got perspective
to spare today.

I wanted you to know that...

before all this happened,
I was gonna call you.

It's over.

The unfortunate business between
us, that's in the past now.

A day like today?
I'd prefer to look forward.

I'd like that, too.

♪

[singing along with stereo]:
♪ This song is not for you

♪ If you never cried
a river ♪

♪ Or had your heart broke
in two... ♪

I can walk by myself.

No. You can't.

[laughs]
Oh, stop.

♪ The skies are blue

♪ But this is for anyone...

[humming] Yeah.

I look good still going on.

I look good.Not too bad.

♪ But you try

-♪ And you try.
-[brakes squealing]

What the...? What was that?

Hold her, please.
And call 911.

Hey, are you okay?

Yeah, I'm good.
I'm good. I'm good.

Hey, I'm a nurse.

Um, your friend needs
medical attention.

Can you help me?

I need help opening this door.

Hey! I said I need hel...

[explosion]

♪

[indistinct chatter]

[indistinct conversation]

Bomb squad says it looks
like the van was a VBIED,

or a "Vehicle Borne
Improvised Explosive Device."

They're still checking
the wreckage,

but they think
the explosive was gasoline,

a few hundred gallons
hidden in the back.

You said that two people
were killed, huh?

The driver of the van and
a woman who was trying to help.

According to one of her friends,
the truck had the green light,

the van blew through
the intersection

and T-boned
the tractor trailer.

The van's driver
was stuck behind the wheel,

but his passenger
was able to get out.

He ran, and then boom.

So, either the bomb
went off accidentally,

or the passenger
triggered it as he ran.

No way of knowing what their
final destination was,

but this is New York.

It's not like we're short on
places to blow up.

I would've reached out to you
and Sherlock either way,

but after everything we went
through with Patrick Meers...

What, you think
this is connected?

You were the ones
who thought him

and Tim Bledsoe might be part
of some terror cell.

Well, Bledsoe used fertilizer
in his device, not gasoline.

But it was still a car bomb.

Meanwhile, the friend of
the woman who died said

the passenger had dark hair
and a dark complexion.

That got the Feds thinking
al-Qaeda or ISIS.

If it's one of those groups,

they like to carry out
multiple attacks.

That could mean there are
more car bombs out there.

You said Sherlock
was here already?

Is that the driver?

Yeah. What's left of him.

Despite the description
you were given,

I can virtually guarantee you
this man is not

a member of al-Qaeda or ISIS.

I'm listening.

Look at the belt buckle.

Despite the charring,
you can quite clearly see

it's a white cross
on a field of blue.

What kind of Islamic extremist
wears a cross on his way

to blowing himself up
for the cause?

HOLMES: Furthermore,
while it might be

from the 19th-century
flag of Greece,

it is more likely the insignia
of La Libertad,

a departamento
of El Salvador.

You said the witness
you spoke to described

seeing dark smudges
on the face of the man who ran.

Yeah. She thought it was grease
or something, from the crash.

Yeah, what if it wasn't grease?
What if it was tattoos?

El Salvador, facial tattoos,
so you think this guy

and his friend were members
of Mara Tres.

HOLMES:
While it is possible two members
of a vicious street gang

were co-opted by terrorists,
it's more likely

the bomb they were carrying
was intended for a rival group.

That makes sense.

I mean, the last time
we dealt with Mara Tres,

they massacred a bunch
of SBK members.

They like to go big.

I'll talk to Captain Dwyer
and the Feds.

Tell them it's something
we need to consider.

So I know the FBI doesn't want
to arrest us anymore,

but if you're done here,
I'd rather not linger.

The evidence has spoken, Watson,
and it said "Mara Tres."

The authorities can come at this
any way they want.

You and I have got a man
on the inside.

We do?

Halcon Zelaya?

That's your man inside.

I realize you're not a fan.

"Not a fan"?
The guy is responsible

for dozens of murders,
not to mention the fact

that the last time we saw him

he was carting his dead
sister around in a crate.

Well, he was grieving.

And, to be fair,
he didn't put her in the crate,

her killer did.

Okay. Let's say
you're right.

Mara Tres is responsible
for the bomb.

Halcon is their New York boss.
Why would he tell you anything?

Let's say two of his men really
did become radicalized.

He may be a criminal,
but he lives by a code.

I think he would help us
identify them.

You said it' s more likely the
bomb was meant for a rival gang.

That would mean he was
the one behind the bomb.

If he was, and he lies to me,
I'll know it.

Then at least we'll know
we're on the right track.

Anyway, he still hasn't
responded

to any of my messages.[phone chimes]

He hasn't got
your number, has he?

It's the captain.

He says he's been catching up
on everything that happened

after Patrick Meers shot him.

He wants to talk to us.
Go.

I'll continue my search
for Halcon without you.

Are you sure?

If I wind up in a crate,

you'll know I should've left
well enough alone.

GREGSON:
Ugh. Thanks for coming.

Of course.
Sherlock would've come, too,

but there was an explosion
in Harlem last night.

Yeah. I heard.

I should've figured
you two'd be helping out.

It's okay.
It's covered.

Think it had anything
to do with this guy?

It crossed our minds,
but no.

It doesn't look related.

Is that why
you wanted to see us?

[sighs] No. Not exactly.

I had to twist Marcus's
arm to get this,

but I wanted to find out

how everything went down
after I got shot.

The stuff that you figured out
about Tim Bledsoe?

The bomb he was building?
That was news to me.

I was looking at Meers
for the same reason

Marcus did.
I thought he killed Bledsoe

after they got in a fight
outside a bar.

Well, Meers told me that you
went to see him at his office.

There was a photograph
of a snack bar

that his partner helped build.

You thought that might be where
Bledsoe's body was hidden,

so you went there, Meers
followed, then he shot you.

He told you this all happened
on the same night,

only it didn't.

What do you mean?

I went to see Meers
the day before.

And that photo?

If it was on his wall,
I never saw it.

I found it online the next day.

I was doing a search
of Meers' name,

and it's one of the images
that came up.

It was part of his
construction company's website.

That's... when I went
to the baseball field.

So, more than 24 hours passed

between you talking to Meers,
and him shooting you?

Why would he lie about that?

HALCON:
You brought it, my dogs.

Those punks tried
to take what's yours,

but you didn't back down.

You went right at them.

You punished them
for their arrogance.

'Cause that's how we do, right?

All right, on three,
give me a "bulldogs."

One, two, three.

ALL:
Bulldogs!

All right, Tristan's mom has
orange slices in her car.

Make sure you put the trash
in the cans.

I don't want to find no rinds
on the ground.

Hey, you did a great job
today, buddy.

All right, I'm a little proud
of you, all right, mijo?

All right, now go get some
oranges. Go, go, go, go, go!

[indistinct shouting]

You play five up front, three in
the middle and two at the back.

That formation went
out with the plague.

Well, kids this age--
the more players

you got kicking the ball at
the opposing goal, the better.

But I'm betting you're not here
to talk about soccer.

When I couldn't contact
you via traditional means,

I reached out to
a street informant.

Imagine my surprise
when they told me

you disappeared
two years ago,

and that Mara Tres has been
under new leadership ever since.

He said there was a rumor that
you managed to buy your way out.

Tell me, Halcon--

did you pay in money or blood?

Halcon's dead, Holmes.

I'm just Danny now.

I'm a civilian.

After my sister got killed,
you know, I just

couldn't take it no more,
you know? The life.

So, did what I had to.

I got the right blessings,
disappeared, I married my girl.

I moved her and my son
up here to Connecticut.

It's nice, right?

I don't know who
removed your tattoos,

but I'm very impressed.Yeah.

Wasn't cheap.

So how'd you find me?

I paid a visit to
your sister's grave.

It was very well-maintained,
as I expected, and decorated

with fresh flowers.

I went to local florists,

managed to procure the
credit card information

of your new identity,
"Danny Hurtado."

Always thought you were smart.

But a smart man would have let
a sleeping dog like me lie.

So why you here?

You heard about the
explosion in New York?

We think that your former
gang may be responsible.

[laughs] What?

They said on the news
they think it's terrorists.

Hmm.
My boys are
life-takers, sure,

but terrorists? Come on.

There's no money in it.

It's possible the two men
involved were freelancing.

Anyway, I need their names.

Holmes, I told you.

I'm done with Mara Tres.

You left on good terms,

so there must be
someone you can call.

If you'd prefer, I could
call the local authorities

and have a conversation
with them

about Coach Hurtado's
colorful past.

It's up to you.

All right.

Bad news is, I was only
able to get you one name.

But the good news is,
I was right.

That van blowing up had nothing
to do with a terrorist attack.

It wasn't a bomb.

That was a fuel-skimmer.

And the driver--
the one who was killed--

his name was Bosco Jimenez.

The van was tricked out,
had all these big bags,

these bladders,
and he and his partner

would go from gas station
to gas station

using stolen
credit card numbers

and fill up those bladders.

Once they reached
400 or 500 gallons' worth,

then they would go
to the other stations

and sell it at a discount.

That didn't happen
last night, did it?
No,

'cause that idiot truck driver
ran a red, Bosco T-boned him.

Who told you
the driver ran a red?

The guy I just called.

He said that the guy who
was with Bosco said it.

Well, the guy who was
with Bosco was lying,

because the truck
had a green light.

Witness to the
crash confirmed it.

No, no, there's no way.
I knew Bosco, okay?

The guy was a legend.

He was the best wheelman ever.

He drove that van
and ran drugs up

from Mexico, ran point
on dozens of drive-bys,

all without ever getting busted.

No tickets, no accidents,
no nothing.

There's no way
he would've driven a van full

of gasoline through a red light.

Nah, it had to be
the other guy.

Not necessarily.You calling me a liar?

I'm saying there's
a possibility

that everyone involved
is telling the truth.

Neither Bosco nor the truck
driver ran a red light,

because they both had greens.

You think the light was broken?

That's one possibility.

Another possibility is
that it was hijacked.

[phone ringing,
indistinct chatter]

Am I crazy,

or do we have a bunch of Feds
in our conference room?

I see FBI, DEA, ICE.

Yeah, it's the
Interdepartmental Task Force

assigned to Mara Tres.

Sherlock and Joan asked
me to invite them over

to talk about the
van that blew up.

Do I go in?

You could, but pretty sure they
won't be in there very long.

So, in other words,
the accident wasn't an accident?

Someone hacked
the traffic light there

and made the van hit the truck?

In addition to confirming

that both of the lights
were indeed green,

we've also confirmed everything
my informant told us.

The driver of the van
was, indeed, Bosco Jimenez,

wheelman extraordinaire.

WATSON:
Now he and his partner

were using the van to skim fuel,

but they never meant
for it to blow up.

But the person who messed
with the traffic lights did?

MAN:
I don't buy it.

Mara Tres is a street gang.

None of their enemies
are sophisticated enough

to take over a traffic grid.

Well, I can
think of one.

You.

WATSON:
Say we never found out

about the fuel-skimming.
Most people would've assumed

that Mara Tres was getting
into the car-bombing business.

And that likely would've been
all that you needed

to have them declared
a terrorist organization.

That would have meant more money
in your budget,

better equipment.

HOLMES: And permission
to use any number

of draconian anti-terror
measures against them.

Their demise would have been
all but assured.

What the hell are you saying?

He's saying he thinks

that the real terrorists

are us.

Before I start fielding calls
from the bosses

of every agent you just insulted
in there, I want to know,

what the hell were you thinking?

We were thinking that,

given our new understanding
of the facts,

we were addressing the pool
of suspects most likely

to have caused the crash.

We wanted to see
how they reacted.

HOLMES:
Having done that,

we no longer think
any of them was involved.

I mean, which is
still progress,

because now that we've
ruled out the Task Force,

we can move on to
other suspects.

I thought
they were your onlysuspects.

In fact, our theory
would hold for other,

more powerful members
of the U.S. government.

The Task Force's superiors

at Justice, perhaps,
or the attorney general.

[laughs]
Attorney general?

We should get Bell
to invite him down here, too.

Oh, I didn't know
they knew each other.

Look, I don't know what kind

of arrangement
you had with Tommy.

It was simple--
catch criminals,

even at the expense
of their feelings.

[knock at door]Come in.

A bit of good news-bad news
out there.

Tried to smooth everything over,

but it seems the Feds are
pretty touchy these days

about having
their honor questioned.

Most of 'em stormed off.

And the good news?

The one person who stayed is
an FBI agent named Dia Tanyag.

She says Sherlock and Joan
might be onto something.

TANYAG:
First,

far as I know,
none of us arrangedthat crash.

The only guys I could even
imagine going that far

would be the two cowboys
we have from ICE,

but I'm telling you,
they're too dumb to pull it off.

Even if that weren't the case,

we don't need to kill anyone
to get a leg up on Mara Tres.

We've already got one.

What do you mean?

Over the last couple years,
we've managed

to take a lot of Mara Tres's
pieces off the board.

Most of their leadership
has been arrested, deported,

forced to flee
or pushed underground.

So you're saying the house
of Mara Tres is crumbling,

along with our theory.Not all of it.

I think you guys could be right

about someone rigging
those traffic lights.

A few months back,
someone planted

a Trojan horse virus in the
city's traffic control system.

They used that code to override
dozens of traffic lights

so a group of bank robbers
could make a clean getaway.

I can put you in touch

with the agent in charge,

but last I heard,
they still haven't found them,

or the hacker
who engineered the virus.

All we got
was his handle:

"Overlord."

You guys want

to find the group
that caused that crash,

I'd start with him.

[footsteps approaching]

What's with all
the gelatin?

It's a gift from our hack-happy
helpers at Everyone.

Oh, that was nice of them.It's the opposite, in fact.

In exchange for searching
for Overlord's true identity,

I've been order to put
every ounce of this powder

into my isolation chamber.

They've asked for video evidence
within the hour.

That's actually
pretty funny.

Let's see how funny
you find it

when you need
to use the bathroom

later on, 'cause my chamber
is not the only tank of water

I've been ordered
to gelatinize.

Marcus, meanwhile,
is reaching out

to the Department
of Transportation

to learn more about the virus
which infected their system.

How goes your reinvestigation
into Patrick Meers?

I think I figured
out why Meers lied

about when the captain
came to see him.

He was protecting
an accomplice.

The day he confessed,
he told me and Marcus

that he followed the
captain from his office

to the baseball field.

Well, that would be a lie.
He would have followed him

from the precinct
to the baseball field.

You would think.

But according to CCS,
several apps on Meers' phone

featured real-time
location tracking.

All of them placed him at
his house until ten minutes

before the captain
was shot.

You think someone else had eyes
on the captain that night.

That person followed him
to the baseball field

and then called Meers
to the scene.

Well, that would
support the idea

that there is
a conspiracy afoot.

Is there any evidence of Meers
receiving a call or a text?

No, but that
doesn't mean much.

He and his partner
could have used burners.

Well, the last time
you visited Meers,

the captain's prognosis
was grim.

Now he's on the mend.

Well, Meers won't be
charged as a cop killer,

and he might even get
a shot at a deal

if he flips on the people
he's working with.

Well, I have an isolation
chamber to desecrate.

But if I were you,

I'd think about
paying him a visit.

Sorry to keep you
waiting, Mr. Halevi.

Actually, it's Maranek-Halevi.

My wife and I hyphenated.

Her idea.No judgment here.

[chuckles]
Then I already like you
better than my brother.

So, this is it?

Everything the Department
of Transportation has

on Overlord's
traffic grid virus?

All 920 pages.

Plus schematics on every
model of traffic light

the robbers compromised
on their way

to a New York City
land speed record.

You do know I already
gave copies of this stuff

to the FBI five
months ago?
Sorry,

making you do this twice,
but the Bureau

only had the case
for a minute.

Agent who caught it
told me the NSA came in

and took over, since they have
"technical jurisdiction"

on hacking cases.Let me guess.

The NSA's not too
big on sharing.

To put it mildly.Well, I'm happy to help.

This Overlord guy pulled
our pants down at DOT.

I'm not saying he's my white
whale or anything, but...

if helping you means he'd
hit even one red light,

I'll take it--
especially if he's

the one who caused that
accident the other night.

You say "if."
Does that mean

you haven't found Overlord's
virus in your system this time?

We didn't find it
the first time.

His Trojan Horse was
a nastypiece of code.

Not only did it wreak
havoc in our grid,

it deleted itself
when it was done.

So you don't think
there's anything in the data

that'll help us put a name
or face to this guy?

It took weeks to find
even a trace of his code.

And it wasn't what
you'd call useful.

It was just Overlord's
hacker handle

and a GIF of... a
raised middle finger.

[chuckles] Sorry,
I... wish I had more.

[lock buzzes, latch clicks]

It's Jane, right?

No, Joan.

I know we only met
that one time,

but I've always been
pretty good with names.

I appreciate your taking
the time to speak with me.

Time's all I
have now, Joan.

Actually,
I don't think that's true.

That's the reason I'm here.

The police officer you shot,

Captain Gregson,
he's gonna live.

Really?

You seem disappointed.

Why would I be disappointed?

I already told you I
felt awful about that.

The only person I
ever wanted to kill

was Tim Bledsoe.

Because he sucker-punched you
outside a bar?

Right.

The reason I'm here, Mr. Meers,

is because I think there's
a little more to it than that.

Tim Bledsoe built a bomb,
and you knew about it.[chuckles softly]

I already told you.

I didn't know what
he was up to.

Me shooting him when I did,
it was a coincidence.

The captain is conscious
and talking now,

so we know that you lied
about when he came to see you.

What we don't know is why.

Now, my best guess:

you're protecting someone.

The captain lived--
that's good for you.

So the D.A. might be willing

to consider
a plea deal now.

You tell us the truth
about everything you know,

and you might not have to spend

the rest of your life
behind bars.

I wish I could
help you, Joan.

I really do.

But I've said all I'm
gonna say about it.

What about your wife?

Your children.

Do you even care that
they're gonna grow up thinking

that their father
was a terrorist?

A terrorist?You were working

with Tim, right, that's
how you knew about the bomb?

No.
You were

in the same group, or cell.

Something happened,

so your plans changed.

So Tim and his bomb had to go.

No.Someone in the group

realized that the captain

was gonna find Tim's body,

so he, or she,
messaged you to get

to the baseball field
right away.

I told you I'm not
a terrorist, damn it!

[breath trembling]

I'm done talking.

[doorbell rings]

You're Sherlock Holmes?

You're NSA?

Agent Heller.

And this is Overlord.

But we mostly
just call him Phil.

Right.

Before we hand him over,

Agent McNally asked
me to ask you:

How'd you know that we, uh,
brought him into the fold?

Suffice it to say the NSA
does not have a monopoly

on making friends
of dangerous hackers.

Mine were set to the task
of identifying Overlord.

They failed to do so
via his code,

but stumbled
upon a flame war

between him and another hacker,
Mouse Queen, on a chat board.

Things got personal,
and the locations

of genital moles
were mentioned,

and I realized it was
a lovers' quarrel.

And while your friends
couldn't ID Phil here,

they could ID
Mouse Queen.

She not only gave me
Phil's real name,

but she also admitted
to being the one

who turned him over
to your agency.

Wait? What?
You guys never told me that.

Phil made a deal.

He works with us for
the foreseeable future,

and doesn't go to prison
for any of his hacks.

But here's the thing.

He's heavily monitored,
and has been for months.

That means there's
no way he's responsible

for the crash
you're looking into.

I assumed so.
But that doesn't rule out

the possibility that his code
was used by a friend.

Phil?

It's just that...

the guys I sent it to,
they're my pals.

And before
I rat them out,

I just need to know
that it was my code

that caused that crash.

How many traffic light
cheat codes can there be?

You'd be surprised.

You told him that the DOT

gave you and the cops
a whole bunch of data

from the night it
happened, right?
Yeah.

Let me see it.
I'll know if it was

my code that got used,
and ifit was,

then I'll give you

all the names you want.

Okay, I need you to pull up
traffic cam footage

from another light--
you ready?Mm-hmm.

Sector D-41.

9:42 p.m.

Serial number TC-311-899.

Okay. Pulling up footage
of that light... now.

HOLMES:
Why are you looking
at every light

in the area except the one
that caused the crash?

Because according
to this data from the DOT,

a bunch of lights that night
were hacked.

I figured we should
check all of them.

Turns out that
whoever did this

tried more than once
to crash that van that night.

Good news is,

wasn't any of my friends.

How can you be sure?

Well, when my virus

overrode a traffic light,

the light would flicker twice.

It was a bug.
But these lights we've been

looking at all night, not
one of them has flickered.

You said there was more than
one attempt to crash the van.Oh, yeah.

Well, just look at all
these lights along Broadway.

They were hacked, too.

They kept turning green,

one after another.
It was just a matter of time

before that van got in a wreck.

No, it wasn't.

The path you
just highlighted

was not the path of the van,
it was the path of the truck.

Wait. That would mean
that the hacker

wasn't gunning
for the Mara Tres guys.

He was gunning
for the truck driver.

We've been coming at this
all wrong.

This is crazy.

You sure I'm the one
they were gunning for?

If you look at the map,
you could see, you got

a whole string of greens from
the George Washington Bridge

into Harlem.

That let you build up
a head of steam.

And then here,
60 seconds before your collision

with the van,
you and a city bus

drew simultaneous greens.

It was the hacker's
first attempt

to do you harm.
In addition
to controlling

the lights,
we're pretty sure

he got into the traffic
cameras in the area.

He was watching for you, trying
to line you up for a crash.

Footage from that intersection

shows the bus slamming on
its brakes, but you,

on the other hand,
didn't seem to notice.Guess I didn't.

Had my music up loud.

I was singing.

I was in a great mood
that night: all those greens,

I thought my luck
was changing.What do you mean?

I mean, driving
in that part of town

has been awful
the last few months.

I would never get greens.

Just reds, one after another.

Can you think of anyone
who wants to do you harm?

No one.Think, Jarius.

Look, at the risk
of sounding prideful,

I'm a nice guy.

God-fearing.
I go to church.

Don't drink, don't gamble.

Any exes?

Romantic rivals?

No one.Any insurance policies
out on you?

No.Did you see

anything you shouldn't have,

either at work
or in your neighborhood?

Our neighborhood's great.
So are the people I work for.

I thank God for them every day.

And if I had seen
something illegal somewhere,

I would've gone
to the police.

Look, I'm telling you,

there's no one
who wants me dead.

Well, in that case,

what were you hauling
that night?

I don't know
exactly. Why?

'Cause if you weren't
the target,

then we have to assume
your truck was.

Everything was in big crates.

No one told me
what was in them.

But I was headed
to this...

construction site
on West 57th.

I figured it was stuff
they needed

to build their building,
a big skyscraper.

I've been making drop-offs
to them for months.

But why would someone
want to blow up

a bunch of building supplies?

Well, that's a good question.

And it depends
what was in those crates.

Elevators. That's what
that truck was delivering.

Elevators?

The best that
money can buy.

Imagine flying up a hundred
floors in less than 40 seconds.

My client wants his tower
mentioned in the same
breath as One World Trade.

Figured four of the
fastest elevators in
the world would do it.

Each one clocked in
at a cool $3 million.

If you're right, if that
crash the other night

was deliberate...

that would mean someone's
trying to sabotage me.

Well, say they were,
Mr. Dewashe.

Construction budgets
have cushions built in

to absorb overruns, right?

And those elevators
had to be insured.

So if someone was
looking to hurt you,

was this really
the best way to do it?

In the short term, no.
No, you're right,

the insurance will pay
for the new elevators.

But... it'll take time.

This job will be delayed,

but the next one
may not even happen.

What do you mean?

A few months ago, I won a bid
to put up this building.

It's part of Hudson Yards.

Worth billions.

But the bid
is contingent upon me

wrapping up my current job
on time.

You happen to know who
the next highest bidder was?

A company called
Maranek Construction.

Maranek?

You heard of 'em?The company,

no, but...

I know the name.

HOLMES:
Marcus.

Hey. I just wrapped up

with the head
of the construction company.

He's positive
his truck was targeted.

He thinks it was a competitor
of his, Maranek Construction.

Thing is, I met a Maranek
just the other day.

The guy from the DOT.
The one who brought me

everything they had
on the Overlord hack.

His name was
Saul Maranek-Halevi.

I did a search.
Turns out he's the son-in-law

of the guy
who owns Maranek Construction.

He's the one who caused
that crash. Got to be.

There was no virus
in the DOT's system.

He probably did what he did
from his desk.

Hey, you there?

I am, and I think
you're right about everything.

Good. I'll pick you up,
and we'll pay him a visit.

Actually,
I'm with him right now.

You are?Something came over my scanner

that I thought
I should look into.

Suspected Mara Tres activity.

Two heavily tattooed shooters
gunned down a man

outside his home.

Don't tell me.

Yeah.

Saul Maranek-Halevi
is dead.

Everything that has happened
in the last few weeks,

there's just--
there's no explaining it.

But if there is one thing

that I can tell you
for sure, one thing

that I know in my heart,

it's that Patrick
is no terrorist.

Then how can you explain
him shooting Tim Bledsoe

one day before he was gonna
blow up the ferry?

Patrick said that
was a coincidence.

I believe him.

Okay,

you want to know why
he joined the army?

His father was a fireman.

He was in the South Tower
the day that it fell.

Patrick was just
in high school.

What he went through that
day, he would never put

someone else
through that. Never.

Patrick got back from
Afghanistan a few months

before he shot Tim.

Was it hard for him, adjusting?

Well, yeah, sure.

But it's hard for
a lot of people.

Was he spending time
with any new friends?

As in "friends that
would blow up a ferry"?

No.

Truth is, he mostly
kept to himself.

If he wasn't at work or with
the kids, he was just in there,

playing his game.

His game?

It was some...
shooting thing.

I didn't like it,
but he was hooked.

He'd play it
for hours.

Do you mind if I take a look?

[growling sounds]HOLLY:
Why did you want to see this?

You said that Patrick wasn't
spending time with anyone new.

Games like these
usually have a chat function

so you can talk
to other players.

And since we didn't find
anything unusual

in Patrick's texts or e-mails...

HOLLY: So you thought
you'd check his video game?

Do you know
who R00kR3d is?

No.

Looks like he's online.

[snarling sounds]

[phone ringing]

[sighs]

Hello.

HALCON:
Hey. It's me, hittin' you back.

You were right.

Mara Tres did gun down your boy.

May I ask why?

One of 'em got a call
this morning.

The guy on the other line,
he wouldn't say who it was--

just that a Saul Maranek-Halevi

is the one who got Bosco killed
in that crash.

And your former friends just
took him at his word, did they?

Oh, no, no. They checked.

Saw that Maranek-Halevi
worked at the DOT,

and that was that.

Hey,

you wanted him
brought to justice, right?

Mara Tres just beat you to it.

Look, I know you've been out
of the murder game for a while,

but do you think
your old friends were tipped off

by a doe-eyed innocent or...

by a coconspirator
of Maranek-Halevi's

looking to use them
to tie up a loose end?

Yeah.

I see what you mean.

I got to say, I'm, uh...

I'm a little embarrassed, yo.

You should be.

If I'm right,
the dead man was just a puppet.

The person pulling his strings

is gonna get away
with everything.

Aw, come on in. [grunts]
Julie's inside. It'll mean

a lot to her
that you're here.

BELL:
Cameron Maranek?

I'm Detective Bell.

This is Mr. Holmes.

We're investigating
what happened

to your son-in-law,
Saul.

We were hoping we could discuss
the case with you.

Do we have to do this now?

I mean, my daughter's
grieving inside.

I got the whole family
over here.Our apologies

for the intrusion, but there may
be a way that you can help us

apprehend the person responsible
for Saul's death.

Person responsible?
Was told it was a gang killing,

that it must've
been random.

A gang did commit
the act, yes,

but we think someone
may have steered them to it.

This is all
pretty time-sensitive.

And like we said,
we could really use your help.

Maybe there's someplace private
we could talk?

MARANEK:
So,

Saul jerry-rigged
the traffic lights to cause

the crash so that the elevators
on the truck were destroyed?

And Mr. Dewashe's company
would, in turn, lose the job

they had successfully bid on
at Hudson Yards.

Thing is,
we don't think Saul

ever meant to destroy
the elevators.

When he gave that van
a green light,

there's no way he could've known
it was being driven

by two Mara Tres
soldiers

or that it was
full of gasoline.Mm.

It's more likely he just wanted
to delay the elevators

while the accident
was investigated.

Just a day or two would've set
Dewashe back considerably.

BELL: When it came out
in the news

that the driver who died
was a member of Mara Tres,

the person working with Saul
saw an opportunity.

He tipped the gang
to Saul's identity,

and they killed him
without realizing

they were doing his partner
a favor.

[sighs]

Saul. Mm.

Were you not fond
of your son-in-law?

No. Don't get me wrong.

I mean, he was kind to Julie,

and that's all that mattered.

But...

she could've done better.

So, uh,

you said there's a way
I can help you?

Whoever was behind it all,

what they did was pretty smart.

With Saul dead, there was
no way for us to ID him.

We thought
that was that.

But then Mr. Holmes here thought
of a way we could flush him out.

Yeah, it just so happens
I once investigated

a matter
for the Japanese firm

which manufactured
the damaged elevators.

As a favor to me, they agreed
to call Mr. Dewashe's company

this morning and promise
to replace the elevators

by tomorrow evening.

Ah. Lucky for Dewashe.

It would be,
if it were true.

Sorry?

The Japanese firm agreed
to say all of this,

but none of it's true.
It didn't have to be.

It just had to sound true
to your mole inside

Dewashe's company.No, no, no.

You hang on just one second.BELL: There's no point

denying it, Mr. Maranek.

We even know who the mole is.

Her name is Sandra Bay,

and she's Dewashe's
transportation coordinator.

According to the company's
phone records,

she made a lot of calls
to a burner phone

the last few months.

Every time she did,

Dewashe would suffer
a mysterious

scheduling snag the same day.

It's almost as if the traffic
grid itself were conspiring

against them,
which, it turns out, it was.

Your son-in-law had been
interfering with trucks

headed to Dewashe's
construction site

on 57th Street for months.

Perhaps you coerced him
into manipulating

the traffic lights
via emotional blackmail,

promising you would finally
accept him as one of the family.

Or perhaps you and he
had a financial arrangement.

I suppose there's no way
we'll ever really know.

Unless you tell us.

Which you'll have plenty of time
to do in custody.

[phone chimes]

I suppose I should tell you
how we got to Sandra.

The burner phone
I mentioned,

it was also used to deliver
the anonymous tip to Mara Tres.

An informant inside the gang
gave Mr. Holmes the number.

We got a subpoena
to check its activity.

And, bam, there they were:

all those calls
to and from Sandra.

We've had eyes
on her ever since.

This says she just got the news
about the new elevators

and that she's stepping
outside to make a call.

[phone ringing]

You gonna answer that?

[phone continues ringing]

[grunts]

WATSON: Look who's
up and around.

[chuckles]

Halfway up.

It's progress.
I got to get ready.

They're kicking me out
next week.

You look better.

Can I borrow him?

I got your text.

CCS have any luck identifying
this R00kR3d person?

No, there's no trace of him
on the Kill Zombies Deadserver.

It's like he was never there.

Best guess,
someone got into their system

and then erased him.

Or maybe an outfit
named Kill Zombies Dead

doesn't keep
the most meticulous record.

Something's up.

Something strange.

[sighs] I mean,
Meers absolutely knew

what Bledsoe was up to.

Yet I believed him

when he said
he isn't a terrorist.Joan,

the guys in ISIS don't think
they're terrorists either.

They think they're
the good guys.

We'll have to stay on him.

We'll figure it out.

[lock buzzes, latch clicks]GUARD: Okay!

♪ Shivering so

♪ Come in from the cold

What's wrong?

Were the guards
jerks again?

No.

No, I think...

I think I made
a mistake.

A detective came
to the house. A woman.

Was her name Joan?

I didn't tell
her anything.

I don't-- I don't
know anything.

Not really.

But she asked to see
your gaming system,

and I told her that
she could. I know.

I'm sorry. I
should never have...

It's all right.

She came to see me, too.

I was expecting
something like this.

The video game.

Is that how you talk to them?

Okay, they-they would
never hurt the kids,

would they?

I need you to be brave now.

Can you be brave?

♪ I've got a bad, bad

♪ Feeling

♪ I've got a bad, bad

Yeah.

I can be brave.

♪ I've got a bad

♪ Bad feeling

♪ About this.

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