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I understand how
the cartel is running now.

You forced all of your husband's
key lieutenants out

and replaced them
with women.

I know how crazy
this is making you.

Trying to convince everyone
I'm some sort of mastermind?

You're under arrest.

You have the right
to remain silent

and refuse to
answer questions.

Hey, my dad called
this afternoon.

He wants to take
us out to dinner.

I'm sorry it's taken so long
for us to get together.

You're remarkable.

You know, you might have
to accept the fact

that, whatever your relationship
with Andrew means,

you just don't want it.

Then what do I want?

Skim-milk latte for Joan

and whole-milk
latte for Andrew.

Thank you.

Oh. Excuse me.

Skim milk.

I think you gave me the wrong one.
Oh.

Oh, my God.
What's wrong?

Oh, my God.
Somebody call an ambulance!

Andrew. Andrew.

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Six days ago,

my boyfriend Andrew Mittal
drank coffee

from a cup with my name on it.

It was laced
with hemlock.

He died before
the ambulance got there.

There was a woman
in the coffee shop

wearing a blue leather jacket.

She bumped into me when I was
picking up our drinks.

Her name is Marion Desjardins.

She's a French immigrant
living in the United States

with a visa
from your old company.

We bring in lots of people
from overseas.

Consultants, mostly.

Ms. Desjardins is an assassin.

After we I.D.'d her,
we got a warrant

to search her apartment
and found the hemlock plants.

She confessed
to dosing my coffee,

but claims it was
a random crime

that had nothing
to do with you.

So, how much are you
paying her for that?

Even if you could get her
to admit that I paid her--

which, by the way, I didn't--

I'm already in this prison
until I die.

Thanks to you.

So...

what are you doing here, Joan?

Andrew was brilliant and kind.

This rivalry
is between you and me.

How can you be so naive?

If he was involved
with you,

he was involved with me.

Take her away.

You say this guy Andrew
was your boyfriend?

The way I heard it, you were
breaking up with him that day.

That must feel terrible.

We can't really
do anything with the fact

that Elana March
said she knows

what you and Andrew
were talking about,

because there was a lot
of people in that coffee shop,

and she could have heard that
from anyone.

Now, that being said,
I know the warden over there,

and he did a spot check
on her cell tonight.

He found enough
contraband in there

to put her in isolation
for a week or two.

So she's not
gonna be talking

to any of her friends
for a while.

She's not gonna come
after me again.

Not right away.

She'll wait
till things die down.

But just to be safe,

you should switch up
your travel patterns,

and I'm gonna put a unit
outside of your building.

We'll keep you safe.

Thanks.

Uh, Watson,
I'll continue

to bring food over
to your apartment

if it's not too much
of an imposition.

You have a number of things
on your mind at the moment,

and sustenance
needn't be one of them.

As for our collaboration,
you just let me know

when you're ready
to resume casework,

and I won't intrude
until then.

Thanks. It'll just be
a couple more days.

Mm-hmm.

Um, do you have counsel?

It's been almost a week
since Andrew died.

You've said almost
nothing about it.

Which is your prerogative,
of course.

I just... I want
to be certain

that you have someone to, uh,
discuss the matter with.

I'd offer my services
if you don't.

Andrew died because
he knew me.

I don't really know what
else there is to say.

Mr. Holmes, thank you
for agreeing to see me.

We've actually met
before-- sort of.

I moderate the discussion boards
at BeeCircuit.com.

You're BeeBeeKing17.

I am.

You're a detective.

I know from your posts.

I have a bit
of a problem...

I'm gonna stop you right there,
Mr. Joseph.

I can't help you.

You don't know what I'm asking.

I don't need to.

In the four years
I've frequented your Web site,

I've sent you no fewer
than 13 letters

detailing my proposed solutions
to the phenomenon

known as colony
collapse disorder.

You have sent me
exactly zero replies.

You know how much
correspondence I get?

I've got no idea.

I do know, however,

that mine is backed
by quality thinking.

If you'd bothered
to find that out,

you wouldn't find yourself
without a detective

in your hour of need.

Is there some way that I can
make this up to you?

I suppose, if you were
to publish my theories

on gamma rays
as a potential solution to CCD,

then I might be able
to hear you out.

Gamma rays?

but they... they don't
scale as an answer.

A fact I addressed in
my most recent letter.

Fine.

Yeah, I'll put it
on the site.

I also require that you change
your online user name.

The cheap punnery
of “BeeBeeKing17”

is offensive to musicians
and apiarists alike.

You'll make the change?

I guess.

Good.

So what seems to be the problem?

How do you feel
about a field trip?

I'm the assistant curator
of mammals here.

Your problem concerns zebras.

More specifically,
the complete lack thereof.

You've managed to lose track
of your zebras?

Someone broke in here
and took them last night.

Two females.
They're on loan to us

because we're experts
in equine breeding.

Breeding?

Both the stolen animals
are pregnant.

And they're due
in less than a week.

♪ Elementary 3x14 ♪
The Female of the Species
Original Air Date on February 12, 2015

== sync, corrected by elderman ==
@elder_man

♪ ♪

Detective Bell, you're here.
Excellent.

No, it's not
Detective Bell today.

The department told me I had
too many vacation days built up,

so I had to use them
or lose them.

I'm aware
you're off duty.

In fact, that's exactly
why I asked you here.

I've picked up some
potentially interesting work

involving stolen zebras.

I thought it might be
an opportunity

for you to gain
more exposure to my methods.

You want me to work
a case with you?

An informal setting is a more
fertile learning environment,

don't you think?

Think of it is a favor.

So I'll work for you, and
somehow you're doing me a favor?

Well, I do owe you a debt.
You'll recall

the unfortunate business
with you and the bullet.

I remember when
you got me shot.

Look, I get it-- you want
somebody to talk at,

but you don't want to
bother Joan right now?

I will pay you.

I'm already
getting paid today.

A donation to the charity
of your choice, then.

How'd you know I didn't
have plans for the day?

People who are forced by
their employers to take time off

don't generally have
thriving social lives.

My rate to the
Harlem Youth Club.

You keep track
of the hours.

So you think

someone just led
a couple zebras

out the back door
and drove away?

They had to get the animals
out of here somehow.

This loading dock
is the only

relatively private
means of egress.

I examined the scene
before you arrived,

and there were several fresh
hoofprints in the soil

near one of the doors.

Saw a few security cameras
in the zoo.

Have you seen the footage?
There isn't any.

Not coincidentally, the
power to the cameras

was knocked out shortly
before the robbery.

And that didn't trip
an alarm?

This is a zoo--
I don't think burglary

is generally of
paramount concern.

Now, there are two
sets of tire tracks

within the loading dock.

Tread is identical,
but one set of tracks

is approximately one centimeter
deeper than the other.

If you need me
to translate that

into the idiom of
American exceptionalism,

a centimeter is about
a third of an inch.

I got it, thanks.

So the first set of tracks
is when they drove up;

the second one's deeper
because they had zebras

in the back
when they drove away.

Well deduced, Detective Bell.
I knew you'd make good company.

Let me ask you something--
what do you think would happen

if you call me by my first name?
You worried I'll take away

your blood pudding or something?

What? No.

Good. 'Cause I don't even know
what blood pudding is.

“Marcus” works just fine.

Huh.

Looks like they scraped
against the gate on the way out.

So we're looking for a purple
truck with two pregnant zebras

in the back.
These guys really know

how to keep
a low profile.

That might be better
camouflage than it seems.

That shade of purple
is a proprietary color

owned by Axiom Parcel
Delivery, or APD.

It's almost impossible
to reproduce

without the
company's consent.

So, if you can't reproduce
the color,

that means the thieves
stole an APD truck.

Or they drive one.
Anyway, we should

find out if
a truck's been stolen.

Then what? I mean, these guys
aren't gonna be dumb enough

to drive around with plates
that have been reported stolen.

License plates
aren't the only way

to find that truck,
Detective Bell.

It's “Marcus.”

Hello?
In here.

Why is your picture on the
wall at the Indian place?

Oh. I helped the owner's family
resolve a misunderstanding

having to do with caste system,
and they were very grateful.

And now you're weighing
a toaster?

Finally got through

to Axiom Parcel Delivery's
corporate office.

It seems
one of their trucks was stolen

eight days ago in Queens.

Apparently, the driver left
one of the vehicles running

when he went inside
on a home delivery,

and when he emerged, the truck
and its cargo were gone.

Very likely, that's the truck
used in the zoo robbery.

You say that like it explains
why you're weighing a toaster.

APD were kind enough

to send over the truck's
manifest for that day.

I have listed it here.

For each package,
we know the sender's address,

the recipient's address
and the weight of each parcel.

Using that information,
I'm attempting to identify

the contents of each box.

I'm weighing the probable
objects that I have handy,

and relying on weights listed
online for ones that I do not.

How is this supposed
to help us?

It already has.
Package number 27.

From Pet Junction in Chicago
to Seth Buxton, Bayside--

12 pounds, nine ounces.

The weight of the package
is the sum of the weights

of a water bowl, a package of
canine treats and a tail trail.

What's a tail trail?

It's a pet collar

which features
a GPS tracking chip.

The collar
comes precharged,

which means the tracking chip
is already active,

even before it's opened, so if
we can find the tracking chip,

we might be able
to find the stolen truck.

Or it'll take us to some guy
who bought stolen pet supplies.

Either way, it's a leap
we did not have one hour ago.

How much chili powder's in here?

The restaurant has instructions

to make my orders
as picante as they can.

Did you tell them
you were ordering for two?

No.

I'll go tech assist.

They should have GPS
on the collar soon.

Then I guess
I'll order another lunch.

Looks like the guy who stole

the truck just
dumped the boxes here.

So, uh...

how's Joan doing anyway?

I haven't seen her
since the funeral.

I don't know.

All I know is,
she's not doing well,

but other than that,
she's not confided in me.

So when you two aren't

working a case, what happens?

You just sit around
in contemplative silence?

I'm not opposed
to a productive silence,

but in this case,
I have offered to listen.

My first partner was involved
in a shooting

eight weeks into the job.

I let him walk around with PTSD
for the next six months.

I offered to help, too,

but we didn't get anywhere
until I insisted.

You find something?

I don't know.

It's a receipt.

Or at least, it was.

Modern receipts are printed
often with thermal ink.

It helps the text
appear sharp and clean.

Trouble is, it fades

rather quickly.

Unless you heat it.

Precisely.

“855 North Sullivan
Street, Brooklyn”"

It is, apparently, the
address of “Criterion

Equine Veterinary Services”"

A horse hospital.

This may not be here
by coincidence.

Someone here might
have something

to do with our
stolen zebras.

I'm sorry I should come over
without announcing myself.

I was cleaning out
Andrew's apartment.

Those items

belong to you, I assume?

Thank you.

Um, would you like to, uh...

I really need to be going.

Uh, Mr. Mittal,

I am so sorry.

I know that I said that
to you at the service already,

but I wanted to say it again.

I... I can't help but feel
responsible

for what happened to Andrew.

My wife says you believe

a woman named Elana March
killed my son?

Did Andrew know
you put her in jail?

We talked about it.

Do you think he realized
you might become a target?

Um...

to be honest,
we hadn't really talked

about Elana March in a while.

I don't hold you responsible
for Andrew's death.

You didn't poison him.

But given everything
I've learned about this woman,

it's not unreasonable to think
she'd take measures against you.

You have guards.

You've taken
every precaution now.

I wish you'd done more before.

So we made it
to Criterion Equine.

What do we do,
go in there

and listen for hoofbeats?

I'm confident something
will present itself

once we're inside.

Something like the purple truck
we've been looking for?

♪ ♪

Huh.

Why go through the trouble

of stealing two zebras if
you're just gonna dump them

in a warehouse
12 hours later?

Technically...

there should be
four zebras here.

Both of these mares
are pregnant, remember?

Although,
this is Oxytocin.

It's mammalian
neurohypophysial hormone,

which is used
to induce labor

in equine species.

Both of these animals have given
birth since their kidnapping.

So the thief wanted the babies,
but not the mothers?

Why?

Well...

Well, we were right
about one thing.

Someone from
Criterion Equine Services

is involved in this crime.

David Chang was a vet
at Criterion Equine.

Looks like he didn't die
from the first bullet.

We found some DNA
under his fingernails

that must have come
from the killer.

Chang tried to fight
after he got shot.

What about
our stripey friends?

Well, both zebras are
on their way back to the zoo.

They should arrive
within the hour.

CSU's still got
some things to finish up,

but here's what
I got so far.

David Chang and a partner
steal an APD truck

in Queens last week,
which they use

to transport
two stolen zebras last night.

Dr. Chang oversees the birth
of the zebra foals

in this warehouse
early this morning,

after which
his partner shoots him

and flees the scene
with both newborns.

Wrong.

All right, what am I missing?

All the parts
that matter.

A man who is not David Chang
steals an APD truck.

Said truck is then used
to abduct two zebras.

Knowing that induced equine
births can be quite troublesome,

the zebra thief drives his truck
to this warehouse,

a mere 100 meters from
a renowned horse infirmary

with a renowned
horse infirmarist.

The delivery of the foals does
indeed become troublesome.

At which point, the zebra thief
forcibly enlists the help

of Dr. David Chang.

The good doctor
delivers the foals,

and is then shot
to keep him quiet.

I assume you got some evidence
that supports that theory?

I had a look
through David Chang's phone

before it was carted off.

There are a myriad of texts
from his wife

wondering why he is late

for a flight to Chicago
an hour ago. David Chang

is an innocent victim,
not a willing confederate.

I still don't understand
why the shooter would just

leave the truck here
for us to find.

Well, you can't drive a truck
with a broken rear axle.

Come again?
The rear axle of this truck is fractured.

Probably occurred when
the zebra thief tried

to unload 1,500 pounds
worth of zebra

without any kind of ramp.

This is an
unfamiliar space.

The animals would have
been quite panicked.

So, after the births
in the warehouse,

the perp tries to drive away,
but the truck won't move,

so he takes the zebra foals

and flees the scene
in a different vehicle?

Probably an SUV,
judging by the amount

of broken glass on
the street behind you.

I'll put out
a “find this” message

for an SUV
with a broken window.

You and I, meanwhile, will make
some calls to upstate New York.

“Federals Feeds,
Thiells, New York.”

Yeah. I think it's
the feed dispensary

where our thief
purchased all his hay.

Well, where'd you find this?

'Cause CSU was already in there,
and they didn't find anything.

Well, they failed to examine
the zebra droppings.

Lasagna is best eaten after
a short cooling off period.

This should be
at optimal temperature shortly.

This is completely
unnecessary, but... thanks.

If you're gonna
stay, you can work.

I know you want to.
Mm.

You know, I-I pulled away
from you last year

because, um,

I felt myself getting sucked
into this world that you built.

I wanted something normal.

Something that was mine.

Well, there's nothing
wrong with that.

You have a right
to your own space.

Both physically and mentally.

I'm not sure that I do.

I don't think I can
keep our work

and my private life separate.

Just doesn't seem possible.

Well, you already know that.

I mean, it's part of the reason
you live the way that you do.

Yes, but my choices do not
have to be your choices, Watson.

I might be better off
if they were.

Andrew would have been
better off.

Wow, I really enjoyed that.

I'm so sorry. I didn't intend
to spend the night here.

I got caught up in my work.

So what's up with the maps?

Detective Bell and I
are in pursuit

of a pair of
infant zebras.

The man who stole them

is also very
likely a murderer.

And last night, we determined
that he bought zebra food

and other supplies from a store
called Federal Feeds.

We spoke to the store
manager, and he confirmed

that he sold
supplies to a man

driving an APD delivery
truck last Thursday.

Great, so you have
a description.

Yes and no.

The only details
to emerge was that

he was six foot tall
and Caucasian.

The manager did recall
that the man had been

complaining about a hailstorm
the night before.

And you're looking at

Rockland County
weather maps from--

when did you say the guy
bought supplies? Thursday?

Okay, so these maps
are from Wednesday night.

Figure out where it hailed
in Rockland County,

and then see
if you can find a place

where you could keep
a couple of baby zebras.

That was my approach.
We've already had the police

in Rockland County search
every stable, barn and farmhouse

within the areas
of falling hail.

Huh.
What?

I read about a psychiatric
hospital in Rockland County

named Letchworth Village.

It's been closed
for a while now,

but it was well-known
because the inmates kept up

a working farm.

They grew crops,
they raised chickens and cows.

I'm sure it must have
had stables.

They haven't torn it down?

No.

It's right there.

It's quiet, lots of space,
far away from people.

It's not a bad place
to raise stolen zebra foals,

even if it is
straight out of a scary movie.

No doubt this facility's seen
its fair share of horrors.

There was also some
good work done here.

Did you know Letchworth
Village was where doctors

administered the very
first polio vaccin...

Polio vaccination?
Yeah, I knew that.

Look, I Googled the name on
the way over here, same as you.

We found something.
North end of building three.

We're on our way.

It's right over here.

We're looking for two.

Any sign of the other one?

Nothing yet.

Well, I guess one baby zebra's
better than none.

You're not wrong...

...but unless I'm mistaken,
that's not a zebra.

What?

This animal's not a zebra.

It's a quagga.

It's an equine species
native to South Africa.

Never heard of them.

Well, that's hardly
surprising.

Been well over 100 years
since anyone's seen a quagga.

Species has been extinct
since 1883.

Zebras gave birth
to extinct animals?

Looks like the guy
was out on an errand

with the second foal
when we searched the place.

Showing his new merchandise
to a potential buyer, perhaps.

I... I don't care
if you found one quagga,

two quagga...
I care that you found any.

They're extinct.

Actually, it seems that
they're now de-extinct.

As I'm sure you're aware,
scientists have recently

pioneered biotechnology capable
of resurrecting extinct species.

Essentially, the DNA
of the extinct creature is

placed inside the uterus of its
nearing living genetic relative.

In the quagga's case,
that's a zebra.

One pregnancy later,
a formerly extinct species

is birthed into being.

De-extinction is a painstaking
process, Dr. Joseph.

The pregnant animal requires
great care and attention

throughout its gestation period,

which in the case of the zebras,
would be 13 months.

Someone's been giving our zebras
secret checkups?

No one has access

to these animals
except zoo employees.

17 months ago, a pair
of female zebras

arrived at the Bronx Zoo.

Three months later,
it was announced

that both animals were pregnant.

Unbeknownst to anyone except
our mysterious de-extinctionist,

the animals were not pregnant
with zebras but with quaggas.

Now, for the
next 56 weeks,

they enjoy first-rate care

and accommodation
at your facility,

then when their due date's
finally drawn near, the criminal

drives them away in a truck
to give birth in secret.

Why, though? If you're
gonna reintroduce a species,

wouldn't you want
to be honored for it?

Honored. Or paid.

Not necessarily in that order.

The illegal market for
rare and endangered animals

is quite robust.

The introduction
of an extinct creature

could create quite a frenzy
in certain shadowy places.

Dr. Joseph, we're assuming
you have an alibi

for last night and this morning?

I was with my wife and kids
last night.

We had friends over for dinner,
I dropped my daughter off

at school this morning.

Excellent. Now that we've
cleared that up,

we need your help.

Good afternoon.

Those of you who came in
on your day off, thanks.

As the group that
looks after the zebras

here at the zoo, I wanted
to give you the chance to meet

the men responsible
for bringing our ladies home.

Detective Marcus Bell

and NYPD consultant
Sherlock Holmes.

Uh, we appreciate the
welcome, but unfortunately,

one of you is being
quite hypocritical.

The man who stole
your zebras,

who is most likely the same man

who murdered a veterinarian
named David Chang,

is amongst us
at this very moment.

His name is Donovan Gaines.

What? No, no, I...

Save your protests
for the trial.

You, Donovan, are the man
who stole a truck

from Axiom Parcel Delivery
last week.

You are the man who used
that truck to steal two zebras

from this facility.

And when their delivery
did not go as you had hoped,

you're very likely
the man who murdered

Dr. David Chang in cold blood.

No, no, you're crazy.
I didn't have...

Detective Bell,
could I speak to you

over here for a moment?
Would you just...

One second.

What are you doing? You didn't
tell me you had a suspect.

I don't. Or I didn't when
I started talking. I do now.

You'll recall
the manager at Federal Feeds

described our perpetrator
as a white man.

Course I remember.
That's why I was surprised

when you tore
into that guy.

I've accused Donovan Gaines
because I'm quite certain

he did not commit the crimes;
I wanted to observe

the behaviors of
the other people in the room.

Now, the more
I've accused Donovan Gaines,

the more a man named
Ben Reynolds has relaxed.

His breathing has slowed, his
blood pressure has dropped,

and his hands have
unclenched; he is relieved.

Uh, i-is everything okay?

Everybody's kind of
waiting to see

if you guys plan
to come back over...

Actually, we only have business
with one of your employees:

Ben Reynolds.

And we'd prefer
to speak to him at the station.

Finally.

I'm gonna say one thing
and then I want my lawyer.

I did not steal two zebras.

Why would anybody even do that?

Oh, well, in this case,
to use their wombs

to reintroduce the quagga
species to the world.

Are you not using your
job at the zoo to finance

your PhD in zoology?

Yeah. So?

So you have
the technical expertise

to attempt de-extinction,
you have access to the zebras,

you also have
quite a bit of debt.

You fit the profile
of our criminal rather exactly.

Mr. Reynolds,
we're gonna cut to the chase.

The man who killed
David Chang

left DNA behind at the scene.

So if it wasn't you,
just provide us with a sample,

you'll be on your way.

Why should I help you?

If you choose not to cooperate,

we'll just monitor
your whereabouts

until we can force you to.

Lawyer.

Now.

I'll put a team on him
till we get the paperwork.

If we're lucky, we won't
even need a court order.

He's not gonna
give us a DNA sample,

but perhaps he's got one
floating about in the wild.

You really are
on your best behavior.

Must have killed you
not to just pick the lock.

Nonsense. I had several more
seconds worth of waiting in me.

Your mail.

I did pick that lock.

Although I did not steam open
any of the correspondence.

Been shopping.

Yeah, you've been great
the past few days,

but, you know, it's time
to get off the couch.

Well, you'll be pleased
to know that your nudge

towards Letchworth Village
paid off.

This afternoon,
Detective Bell and I identified

the zebra-stealing murderer
as a zoo employee

named Ben Reynolds.

He refused to give us

a DNA sample,
so I placed a call to my contact

at the zoo, who happily
dug through the trash

and found a can
of the grape soda

preferred by Mr. Reynolds.

And preliminary DNA test results
indicate a match.

Bell and his merry men

are on their way
to make an arrest as we speak.

What is it?

Look at the return zip code.

It's the same place as
the prison they're keeping

Elana March.
I doubt that's her handwriting.

She'd have found someone
to send it on her behalf.

We can call captain and tell him
there's been a threat.

Detective Bell.
Mr. Reynolds in custody?

Ben Reynolds is in the wind.

Well, how's that possible?
You had men watching him.

You should get over here.

Go. I'll call Gregson.
This is just

Elana trying to get
inside my head.

Reynolds came home at 4:30.

We had a unit on the
front and back door.

He never left. Now, we show
up to arrest him at 6:30,

and the place is empty.

I take it you've searched
the other apartments

in the building?
He's nowhere.

It's like the guy
vanished into thin air.

You know the slang

“to eighty-six,” meaning
to get rid of something,

originated in a New York
speakeasy called Chumley's?

No.

You see,
the rear entrance of the bar

held the address
86 Bedford Street.

Now, when the manager got word
that a raid was on its way,

he would eighty-six his patrons.

He would rush them
out of the back door,

the 86 Bedford Street door,

while he greeted police
at the front.

I assume you're going somewhere
with this.

Well, as it happens,
we're standing across the street

from the building
that used to house Chumley's.

Now, police of the era
could never determine exactly...

how Chumley's

was bringing bootleg liquor
into the building.

Turns out, there was
a network of tunnels

leading from the speakeasy
to the adjacent buildings...

...buildings the police
weren't watching.

Care to have a guess what's
underneath these floorboards?

Ben Reynolds didn't
vanish into thin air.

He vanished
into a tunnel.

Ben Reynolds is wanted
for the murder of David Chang.

The case against him is strong,
so he has no choice but to flee.

He's an indebted
graduate student

with very few
material assets.

If he wants to finance
his life on the run,

he has precisely one chip
which he can and must cash in:

an infant quagga.

These are the facts.

Questions?

Yes.

What am I doing here?

I mean, we had a
work day. It ended.

The normal thing is to go our
separate ways for a few hours.

The fire of deduction
cannot be kindled

without the frisson
of person-to-person contact.

If you want
to work together,

you need to get used
to working odd hours.

Hey. I've been working this case
as a cop

ever since
we found Chang's corpse.

Regardless.

The lines are blurred.

You are committed to seeing
this through via my methods.

We have no idea

where Reynolds is;
a search of his apartment

has yielded no clues
as to where he is keeping

his one remaining quagga.

He does, however,
have to sell the beast.

Our best chance
of a quick apprehension

is to pose as buyers
and then arrest him

at the point of transaction.

How do we do that?

This guy knows
we're looking for him.

He's not gonna put out
a want ad.

No, but he will want to create
a vigorous marketplace

for the animal.

There is, at this moment,

a bidding war
happening somewhere.

All we need to do is find it
and win it.

What's this?

This is everything I could find
on criminal cases

involving the sale
of endangered animals.

There's a global marketplace
for these unfortunate creatures.

It's clandestine,
but there must be a way

to connect the buyers
with the sellers.

So you think there's, what, some
kind of code these guys use?

You know, there are people
who work this stuff full-time.

Don't you think
they would have found it by now?

People, Detective Bell,
are not you and me.

You want to tell me why we're
having breakfast in Greenpoint?

You made it.
Excellent.

Took the liberty
of ordering for you.

Ah. I don't eat red meat.

A man of hidden depths.

We're here
because this cafe

affords us the
best vantage point.

Shortly after you fell
asleep last night,

I realized there
was a common factor

in several recent
illegal animal trades.

In each case, the transaction
was arranged via a classified ad

placed on a Web site that
deals in animal trading.

Most of the buying and selling
on there, perfectly legitimate,

but every once in
a while, there's an ad

which features the phrase
“once in a blue moon”"

Is that one
of our unmarked vans?

“Once in a blue moon” functions
as a dog whistle in those ads.

It's used to signal that
endangered or outlawed animals

are for sale.

And you found an ad last night
using that phrase?

Five, actually.

It seems that Ben
Reynolds is rather keen

to peddle his
equine wares.

I contacted him, pretending
to be a man named Sigerson.

Why Sigerson?

It's a pseudonym
I use occasionally.

Mmm. I outbid
the others,

arranged a meeting,
contacted Captain Gregson.

Here we are.

The two parties are
meant to inspect things

to their mutual satisfaction
and then switch cars.

That's Reynolds.

Why aren't
they arresting him?

They haven't seen
the quagga yet.

Freeze!

You know, I could have arranged
all this with the department.

You were asleep.

It was a pleasure, Holmes.

No, the pleasure was mine
and mine alone, Marcus.

Although it's been far too long

since we laid eyes
on each other,

I continue to follow your
career with great interest.

I was sorry to hear about
the murder of Andrew Mittal

and more than a bit unhappy
to learn that his death

was an attempt on your own
most cherished life.

I still believe
there's a game unfolding...

...between Sherlock and I,
and you have made yourself

a valued
and essential contributor.

I won't have you removed
from play prematurely.

Uninvited participants
are not welcome at the table,

and their intrusions
will be dealt with accordingly.

I've got a situation.
Open 10 cell.

Call the control room
immediately.

There may well be
more rounds to be played

between the two of us,
and until such time

as we're both free to engage,

I shall remain,
in delighted anticipation...

Jamie Moriarty.

Gregson called the
prison an hour ago.

Elana March is dead.

Moriarty was transferred
three weeks ago.

He's not even sure
where they're holding her.

Once they find out, someone will
go and ask her how she did this.

It's a fool's errand.

She will have left nothing
to connect her to the crime.

And you?

I feel...

okay.

I feel clear
about something.

Our work, what we do...

it's not just a job now.

It's who I am.

I'm a detective.

I'm ready to embrace that.

I live in this
world, your world,

and I probably will
for the rest of my life.

It isn't my world.

It's our world.

I understand that now.

I accept it.
I know what it means.

And what does it mean?

It means that it's ridiculous
for me to think

that... I can have
a normal life.

I'm not gonna do that anymore.

Just like I'm not gonna pretend

this isn't the best place
for us to do our work.

You're always welcome
to come here.

You know that.

You don't understand.

I'm saying
that what I need to do

is commit myself
to this work completely.

The best place
for me to do that is here.

I want to come back
to the brownstone.

== sync, corrected by elderman ==
@elder_man

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