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Previously on Elementary...

Felon, got a spit bucket here
with your name on it.

Do you remember me?

How could I forget?

It's good to see you, Doc.

So, you're a former drug dealer,
correct?

Well, what kind of a name
is Shinwell?

What kind of name is Sherlock?

I was just thinking about

what you asked me the other day

about how to change.

I think

the answer is

to let people help you.

You hate it.

Not really my style.

You know, there are
so many options.

Are you sure that
your partner's cool with me

borrowing his clothes?

I can count on one hand
the number of times

he's opened that trunk.

Besides, it's
for an interview.

He-He'd understand.

Okay, but I'm trying to get
a job working in the kitchen

of a chain restaurant.

My shirt...

may not be more important
than a nice apron.

You know, dress for success.

What kind of hat is this?

Uh...

if you like it,
you can have it.

Sherlock never wears it.

That's nice.

You like it?

I like it.

Well, we have
a winner.

This is my fifth interview

in the last two weeks

and so far, I'm 0 and four.

You really
think I didn't

get those other jobs because
they didn't like my shirt?

I'm ex-con.

All the clothes in the world
ain't gonna hide that.

Listen...
all we need

is one person who's willing

to give you a chance.

You know, I think there's
a jacket down there

that's gonna look
great with that.

I'll be right back.

Yeah, I know.

It stinks, sweetie, but...

Bob wants all

the TPS reports in first thing,
so I am going to be

stuck here in the office
all night.

Dinner?

Eh, I don't know.

I'll probably just end up
ordering in.

Oops, sorry.

Ugh, stupid computer.

Uh, I've been having trouble
with the volume.

I never said I didn't like jazz,
I said I...

Uh, that was...

...that was nothing.

Uh, that was Howie.

He...

He, uh, closed a big deal today,
so he...

popped a bottle of champagne.

♪ Elementary 5x05 ♪
To Catch a Predator Predator
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@elder_man

Victim's name is Damien Novak.

A little after 8:00 p.m.
last night, he was shot twice

in a motel parking lot
in Jackson Heights.

Shot from behind.

Figure he was
making a run for it.

First bullet caught
him in the shoulder.

The second caught him
square in the back,

sent him
through a window.

Any witnesses?

Guests heard the shots,
but no one saw what happened.

Other than
the lobby area,

there's no
security cameras.

It's the kind of place
that prides itself

on its anonymity.

No-tell motel.

Was he a guest?

As far as we
could tell, no.

He hadn't checked in.

But who knows?
He may have been

on his way to
the front desk

when the shooter
approached him.

Wrists were bound.

Zip tie

in the bin
behind you.

So, you think this was

some sort of botched kidnapping?

Novak was married.

If he was going

to the motel to meet up

with someone other
than his wife,

it's possible
he was stopped

by an angry husband,

a boyfriend.
That guy either wanted

to scare him
or take him somewhere.

Either way,
Novak took off

and the perp opened fire.

You don't think Novak's wife
could've done this?

She alibi'd out when
the notification was made.

I'm leaving here

to talk to her
right after this.

Not looking forward

to floating the theory

that her husband
was unfaithful.

It's even worse than you think.

Mr. Novak went to the motel
to rendezvous

with an adolescent girl
that he met online.

He's a sex predator.

Last night, he was targeted

by someone who reviles
such individuals,

a predator of predators,

if you will.
Couldn't be more obvious.

Unless all of that is etched

in teeny, tiny lettering
on that zip tie,

I'm not sure how you
got there from here.

Mr. Novak is not the first
predator to be preyed upon.

It's happened exactly
five times before.

Say hi

to the folks at home, Jerome.

There's been
some sort of mistake.

I'm not who you think I am.

I know exactly who you are.

Dr. Jerome Chun, age 45.

You're a dentist with an office
in Newark.

And you came here to have sex
with a 15-year-old girl.

No, no.

Stop it here.
Give away the ending.

Dr. Chun admits that
he went to that motel

to have sex with a minor.

You said there's four

more videos like this?

I've seen
the filmmaker's

entire oeuvre.

On five separate occasions,
he used the popular

dating Web site TrueRomantix

to lure men
with a proclivity

for underage girls.

How exactly
did he do that?

By pretending to be one.

He's a catfish.
He says he's one thing

when he's really another.

And the M.O. is

pretty simple, really.

He creates a phony profile

and claims to be
an 18-year-old girl,

then he strikes up conversations

with lonely, middle-aged guys.

When the young woman

has a suitor on her hook,

she then reveals
that she misrepresented

her age in order to gain
access to the site.

She's not really 18, she's 15.

Now, it's safe to assume,
at this point,

some men fall away.

Others do not.

Those are the guys
that she invites

to meet her face-to-face.

The ones that we would
classify as predators.

On the night of their
respective trysts,

Dr. Chun and four other

tricked men were not greeted
by a pubescent girl,

but by a vigilante
with a camera.

And after he shot the video,
he shot the men?

No, he let them go.

Posted the videos online.

So, something went wrong
last night.

Damien Novak fought back.

The guy shot him.

Uh, maybe, maybe not.

Detective Brooks
is not convinced

that Mr. Novak's murder

was the work of the same man.

The catfish has been

exclusive to New Jersey.

I was keeping tabs
on the case from afar.

All five videos got shot

in my jurisdiction.

I have questioned each
of the pervs

that have lived to tell

the tale and
none of them

ever said anything
about a gun.

The guy that lured them
used his size against them.

Beat them into
submission.

Is this supposed to be

a painter's mask?
Between that

and the beatings, uh,
the light he shines

in these guys' faces,
we got almost zilch

in the description department.

Caucasian.

Could be as young as 20
or as old as 45.

That being said,
in each case,

the wrists
of the victims--

and I use that term
as loosely as I can--

were bound with
a red zip tie.

The tie used
to bind Mr. Novak

is a perfect match.

Between it and the
fact that he was shot

outside a cheap motel,

I cannot help but think

that your catfish
has migrated north.

Well, how do you
explain the gun?

Mr. Novak was especially fit.

Perhaps the killer felt the need
to bring insurance.

Do we have any idea
if Novak had a thing

for underage girls?

Watson and Marcus

are with his wife now.

Perhaps she'll be able
to shed some light

on what kind of man he was.

No.

What you're saying,
it doesn't make sense.

His sister, Ivy...

she was hurt like that

when she was a teenager
by a family friend.

It happened

a long time ago,
but Damien never got over it.

I know this is

very upsetting...

but like

Detective Bell said,
there is evidence

that suggests that
your husband was being

targeted by someone
who is hunting

sexual predators,
so we need to know everything.

Tell them about
the pictures.

What pictures?

A few months ago,
I found something strange

on Damien's laptop.

A file with photos of women.

They were girls.

They looked young.

But when I asked
Damien about them,

he said they
were in college.

Sorority sisters
or something.

He was training them
at the gym where he worked.

My sister has always tried
to see the best in people

and she's been that way
since we were kids,

but Damien took advantage.

What do you mean?

The last few months

he's been working late

at the gym a lot and
Stephanie was worried

that he might be
having an affair,

so I talked to him and
he swore up and down

that he wasn't cheating.

God help me, I
believed him and...

I got to think he was doing
something much worse,

that he was
stalking these girls

or-or meeting up
with other perverts

and exchanging pictures...

Garrett, stop it!

We're gonna have to take a look
at Damien's laptop.

You can, but...

but after I talked to him
about what I found

he password-protected it.

I don't know
how to log on.

If it's the pictures
you want to see,

I can pull them
up right here.

Stephanie... sent me the
file when she found it.

TrueRomantix

will not violate

the privacy of its customers.

Oh, well, I'm just asking
for access to the accounts

of the men who were lured
and shamed using your site.

I want to trace their profiles
back to the ones

used by their attacker.

Or would you
rather that they

continued stalking
your clientele?

The five men in those videos
that got posted,

they swore to a man
that they were

victims of mistaken identity.

Yes, well, it's easier
to play the victim

than the pervert, isn't it?

See, this is what I mean.

You've already made up
your mind.

Five loyal members
of our community

are "perverts."

Why? Because the crazy man
with a camera says so?

Did you not think
it was strange

that not one of them
would show the police

the correspondence
that they engaged in?

No, because
they have a right...

To privacy.
Yes, I'm well aware.

As do the TrueRomantix
subscribers

who use your site
to engage in affairs.

And that's what you're really
worried about, isn't it?

'Cause once word gets out
that you're willing

to bend the rules, the
whole horny house of cards

comes tumbling down.

They move on to another site

with stricter
privacy protections.

The Jersey City PD
asked very nicely

for the same access
that you are.

We said no.

So, they asked not so nicely.

Now it's in the courts' hands.

You can wait for a decision
if you want,

but I got to tell you...

I'll take our lawyers
over theirs any day.

If you don't mind,
I have a lunch meeting.

You want to help me, don't you?
Excuse me?

When I was pressuring your boss,
you retrieved a document

from a printer just
a few feet behind us.

Despite the fact that there's
another printer

of higher quality
and faster output

much closer to your desk.

I don't know what
you're talking about.

You then disposed of said
document without even

reading it. You were attempting
to eavesdrop, weren't you?

You don't like him very much.
You seemed especially put out

when he spoke of the company's
obligation to protect perverts.

You take anti-anxiety
medication.

You hate your job?
Are you trying to get me fired?

Your dual 1440p monitors
and your calloused fingertips

suggest you make
your living writing code.

You are a programmer,
so getting me the data I need

would be relatively easy.

This place is the worst.

My coworkers act like
they're curing world hunger,

and my boss is literally like
a bad guy out of a comic book.

Yeah.

Give me your e-mail address.

I'll send you whatever you need.

Hey.

What are you doing here?

Waiting for you.

Sherlock's not home?

He is.

Said I could wait inside,
but he's, you know...

intense.

You think?

Wanted to return
the clothes I borrowed.

Oh. You got the
job, so you don't

need to do any
more interviews?

I'm pretty sure I could've
wore a barrel and two straps,

and it wouldn't have
made no difference.

Apparently, my experience

in the prison cafeteria

is not a "real qualification."

The guy didn't say it, but...

he didn't want nothing
to do with an ex-con.

I'm sorry.

It is what it is.

Why don't you just hold
onto them just in case?

I think I'm gonna take a break
from the job hunt for a while.

Try to get more hours
at the gym.

You hate that place.

Work is work, right?

Have a good night, Doc.

You, too.

You saw Shinwell?

I did.

I offered him to wait in here,
but he claimed

to prefer the stoop.
I don't think he likes me.

I have a feeling it has
more to do with the...

pervert family tree.

So, did you get

everything you needed
at TrueRomantix?

Almost.

There's no record
of Damien Novak

having been a customer there.

Perhaps our predator-
predator lured him

on a different dating site.

Hmm, so we still
don't know who this guy is.

We do not.

He is, in fact, a more cautious
catfish than we realized.

The New Jersey Police assumed
that he'd use the same

phony profile to bait
all of his victims,

but that was incorrect.

He used a different one
each time.

And all five of them

were paid for on credit
cards pilfered in the mail.

They can't be
traced back to him.

So, you're analyzing his chats

with these men when he was
pretending to be a teenage girl.

Mm. Perhaps you'll have
better luck than I did.

I've been at it for hours,
and all I can say for certain

is that he is an expert
manipulator of perverts.

He baits them with ease.

I'd go so far as
to call him a master baiter.

Of course you would.

It's clear now
that none of these men

were the victim
of mistaken identity.

According to the transcripts,

they were all quite keen
on the idea of having sex

with a teenager.

If our quarry hadn't crossed
the line into murder last night,

I'd be quite tempted to let him

continue his attacks.

Oh, you know, Shinwell
lost out on another job.

Sorry to hear that.

You know, I was thinking,
instead of trying to work

for other people, maybe
he should work for himself.

You think he should
be a tradesman.

Well, tradesmen need to be
taught their trades.

And finding a willing
teacher might be just as difficult

as finding a willing employer.

Well, I thought
I could be his teacher.

I mean, what we do
is a trade, right?

You want to teach him
to be a detective?

We've done it before.

You're referring to Kitty.
Kitty, who never graduated,

burned a man's face off
and fled the country.

She had a lot of baggage.
He doesn't?

Look, the point is, you taught
me how to be a detective.

I think it worked out
pretty well, right?

Are these the phony profiles
the catfish used?

Yeah.

The accompanying
photographs, however,

are stock images
taken from the Internet.

No way to trace them
back to him, either.

Actually,
I think there is a way.

I've seen those girls before.

Where'd you get these?

Damien Novak's wife found them

on his laptop months ago.

So, you no longer think
he was a sex predator.

I think he was the catfish.

You think these profiles were
created by our victim, Novak.

He was the one
who tricked all those guys

who wanted to sleep with minors,

he was the one
who made the videos?

He fits the profile.

His sister was
a victim of abuse,

and even though their
descriptions varied,

all five men who were shamed

said their attacker
overpowered them easily.

Novak was built
like a linebacker.

Well, there's another
possibility:

Novak was the worst predator
of them all.

He fell for all five of the
vigilante's phony girls,

cut and pasted their photos
into a file on his laptop

so he can always have them.

The thing is, there were
eight photographs in that file.

Sherlock and I worked
backwards and found

three more profiles.

So, these five were used to
catch the men who were shamed.

After that, they
were deactivated.

These three are still active.

And we're pretty sure were used
as hooks in the water

to catch new prey.

If we're right,
the only way Novak

would've had these is if he were
the one doing the hunting.

So you're saying he
went to that motel two night ago

to humiliate a new predator,

only the tables got turned,
his prey pulled a gun.

What about the mask?
All of the guys who got jumped

said the perp was wearing
a painter's mask?

Novak wasn't wearing one
when he got shot.

I went back to the motel
this morning, found that

in a gutter across the street.
Killer might've tossed it.

Or it might've blown away.
It was windy that night.

The lab swabbed
the inside for DNA.

We're expecting it to come
back a match for Novak.

All we got to do is ID
the guy he was supposed to meet.

We'll have our killer.
Actually,

we ID'd him. As it turns out,

he is the one guy we're pretty
sure didn't kill Novak.

Gonna save us
all some time, Mr. Utz.

There is zero point denying
you went to the motel

the other night to sleep with
a girl you thought was only 15.

We read the messages you sent
Kendra on TrueRomantix.

They were pretty explicit.

You talk to your wife like that?

You're positive
she doesn't exist?

We told you.

Kendra was a man
named Damien Novak.

The same Damien Novak
who came crashing

through your window.

I'm sorry,

it's just...

I loved her.

I didn't know.

Obviously,
I didn't know.

I had nothing to do
with what happened to that man.

We believe you.

Whoever killed him
knew what he was.

They laid in wait.

You'd have to be an idiot
to rent a room

in your own name and then
blow a guy away outside of it.

That said...

you kept things from us.

It makes us wonder what
else you kept from us.

Maybe you saw
or heard something.

You did, didn't you?

If this conversation
is going to continue,

I want you to guarantee
that you won't

tell my wife about Kendra.

You said it yourselves.

She wasn't real.
She was a figment.

There is nothing illegal

about wanting to be...

with a figment.

I didn't break
a single law that night.

In fact, if someone
hadn't intervened,

I would be a victim.

Mr. Utz...

Deal.

A few seconds after
the second shot,

a car tore out
of the parking lot.

It was... a white Toyota.

Think it might've been
the killer.

That isn't helpful?

It might be.
I'm just wondering, why didn't

you mention this
the other night?

It's not like it
would've given away

your real reason
for being at that motel.

Because...

I didn't see it happen then.

I saw it after.

What do you mean, after?

This guy was gonna
record himself

having sex
with a 15-year-old.

Oh, there.

Can't make out
the license plate.

It's hard to tell
if it's the shooter driving,

or if it's just someone
who got spooked by the gunshots.

We have a list of the other
people who were staying

at the motel that night.
I'll run their names

through DMV, see if
anyone owns a white Camry.

I'll wrap up with Mr. Utz.

Hey, you weren't serious before,
right?

About not telling his wife?

I gave my word.

I'm not telling her a thing.

What I am gonna do

is I'm gonna arrest him.

Luring a child-- whether she
ends up being a figment or not--

is a class E felony.
We have written proof.

His wife ends up finding out
about it on the news?

That's on him.

♪ Rico ♪

♪ Taco, taco, taco ♪

♪ Taco, taco, taco, taco ♪
♪ Taco. ♪

Don't get comfortable,
Watson, 'cause we're leaving.

Why are you listening
to old jingles?

As we discussed, no one had more
motive to kill Damien Novak

than the five men
he successfully shamed.

Based on the work
I did this morning,

only one of them
could have shot him.

Jerome Chun? No.

He attempted suicide
after the police questioned him

about the video
that he appeared in.

He's been in a coma ever since.

Reuben Welker?
Impossible.

In the wake of his shaming,

he was arrested for embezzling
from his construction firm.

He's serving
a five-year prison sentence.

Ignacio Gomez
and Shane Fitzhugh,

they both fled the country

after Novak exposed them.

So that just leaves Jack McGill.

He's an ad man,
or at least he was.

Managing partner of one of
New York's largest agencies.

These jingles are all
from campaigns

he mounted in the 1980s.

A year ago, a female employee
of his sued him

for sexual harassment.

Case was on the verge
of going to trial,

and he was caught
in Novak's trap.

So, after the video surfaced,
the company fired him

and then settled the suit.

His wife then filed for divorce.

Took him to the cleaners.

So, he didn't just get shamed,

he lost everything.

Mm, not everything.

So many boats out here.

How are we supposed
to find the one

that Jack McGill
lives in?

Pretty sure
it's that one.

You're positive this is
the guy who tortured me?

That's him.
Good.

I'm glad the son of a bitch
is dead.

So, where were you

two nights ago, around 8:00?

Right here.

I'm always right here.

Haven't been able
to show my face

in public for months,

not without someone
threatening to kill me.

Can anyone confirm
that you were here?

Who'd you have in mind?

My wife?

She lives in Boca now.

My kids?

They won't talk to me.

Not even when they
need money. Which,

before I was branded
a diaper sniper,

was pretty much all the time.

The only visitor
I've had recently

is the little turd
who vandalized my home.

You realize you're not making
yourself any less of a suspect.

You want to throw me
in jail, go ahead.

I won't fight you.

Tried that the last time
someone accused me of something

I didn't do.
Won't make that mistake again.

We were able to access
your TrueRomantix account.

We read the messages
that you sent

to a 14-year-old girl
named Ella May.

That's great.
I read them, too.

I just didn't write them.

I never even had an account
on that ridiculous site.

So you still claim that someone
created a phony profile

and posed as you.

I was a founding partner
of a top ad agency. You really

think if I was gonna
seduce a teenage girl,

I'd do it in a public forum

using my own name and picture?

You told the police you were
lured to a motel in East Orange

by a phone call
from a mystery man

who alleged to have
information that would,

uh, help you in the lawsuit
you were fighting?

Right. Only when I got there,

I got jumped
by a masked psychopath

with a camera.

He beat on me for over an hour.

Said he would kill me
if I didn't confess my sins.

But you know what?
I never did.

'Cause I didn't do any of those
things he accused me of.

After you were fired
you told anyone who would listen

that the woman who was suing you

was the one
who set you up.

Yvette Ingram. Who, by the way,
I did not sexually harass.

That's a lie.
No, it's a good thing.

I was beginning to think
you were unreadable.

Yvette was desperate.

The depositions were
not going well for her.

She knew if the case
went to trial,

the jury would side with me.

Her only hope was

to force a pretrial settlement.
And when that "video"

of me surfaced, she got one.

'Cause a man who would prey on
a minor is more than capable of

harassing a grown woman, right?

The dead guy, Novak--
he was just a weapon.

Yvette's the one
who pointed him at me.

Say he's telling the truth.

That would mean
that Yvette Ingram

beat Damien Novak
at his own game.

She catfished a catfish.

To do that she would have
to know that Ella Mae

is one of his aliases.

But how? We've already
established he doesn't ever

use the same alias twice.

Perhaps they
know each other.

Perhaps she
shared his secret.

Perhaps she divined it
without him realizing.

Well, it's worth looking
for a link between them, right?

It is. You know, I've
been thinking about

your idea regarding Shinwell.

If you want to attempt
to teach him our trade,

I'm not gonna stop you,
but I'd be remiss

if I didn't say
I-I don't see it.

See what?

He isn't a detective.
He wants a job.

But what we do,
it's not a job.

It's a calling.
We were born to do this work.

You were born to it.
I learned it.

You disagree
it's what you

were meant to
do all along?

Well, so, what,
Shinwell was meant to be

a-a janitor in a boxing gym?

I just know he's not
meant to be a detective.

Well, you haven't spent
that much time with him.

Because, typically, I need to

do that in order
to know someone?

You kno...

Hey, you've got us both.

Thought you'd want to know
CCS finally cracked the password

on Novak's laptop.
And?

It's a gold mine. He was
our shamer, no doubt about it.

We found links to all eight

phony TrueRomantix profiles
you dug up.

But there was a surprise, too--

a link to a ninth phony profile

on a totally different Web site.

He was hunting a man
we didn't know about?

Not a man. A woman.

So this is profile number nine.
Raphael Arnold,

aka Damien Novak.

He whipped up Raphael
a couple months ago,

made him a CPA
based out of Queens.

You said he was using
this profile to hunt a woman?

"Hunt" may be too strong a word,
but it definitely looks like

he was targeting her.
He poked her

a few times, tried to
start up a conversation,

but she never took the bait.

While men don't hold a monopoly
on sexual predation,

Raphael is clearly of age,
so he wouldn't

attract our kind of predator.

The woman he reached out to
didn't look like a pervert,

but you be the judge.

Yvette Ingram.

That's the woman who sued

Jack McGill for
sexual harassment.

I think
we've found a link

between her and Damien Novak.
Don't you?

So, you're saying that
this guy-- the one that was

sending me all the messages--
he's really the one

who beat up Jack?

That's exactly
what we're saying.

You were being pursued by
someone who, up until the moment

he contacted you,
had only pursued

the predators of teenage girls.

Well, I don't, I don't
know what to tell you.

I... I have a boyfriend.

I've never preyed
on anybody.

We think you preyed
on Damien Novak.

What are you talking about?

Somehow you knew he was
hunting sex predators.

You lined Jack McGill up
in his crosshairs.

This again.

This again?

Jack told that
little theory

to anybody who
would listen

when that video
came out.

It was crazy then and
it's just as crazy now.

We don't think Damien Novak
thought it was crazy.

In fact, we think he saw

everything Jack was saying
in the media

and started to wonder,
had he been tricked?

If he had, how did you
learn his secret?

Was he in danger
of being exposed?

He created
the Raphael Arnold profile

so he could look

into you,
only you saw through it.

You knew he was onto you, so you
ambushed him the other night.

You're accusing me
of killing him.

The end result of your

manipulation several months ago

was a pretrial settlement

of $10 million.

Who had more reason to deceive
Mr. Novak than you?

When exactly
was he killed?

Two nights ago,
little after 8:00 p.m.

I was having dinner
with an ex-client

on the Upper West Side.

I'm trying to start
my own agency. She can

vouch for that.
As for your motive,

you couldn't be more wrong.

I didn't get $10 million.

I got a fraction
of $10 million.

Actually, a fraction
of a fraction.

The bulk of that settlement
went to the investment firm

that actually paid
for that lawsuit.

Investment firm?

You are familiar with litigation
financing, aren't you?

Wealthy investors furnish
the capital needed to bring

civil suits in exchange for
a sizable cut of the proceeds.

It was never about the money.

Jack made my life hell
while I was working with him.

The way he looked at me,
the-the things he would say.

I wanted to make sure
that he could never

do that to anyone again.

I was going up
against a company,

they had deep pockets,
I needed help.

If you think that
he was really set up

by somebody who could profit

from that lawsuit,

you should talk to the people
that actually paid for it.

Hello?

Come in.

Tell me
you don't smell that.

- Smell what?
- The gas.

Pilot went out. Then I
found a corroded pipe.

Had to change it out.

Oh, no.

The air smells fine.

Mm. It's funny,

I'm supposed to be helping with
repairs around the building,

but so far,

most of the broken-down
stuff is in here.

I got your text.

You said you want to
talk about something?

Uh, yeah. A job.

I told you that I was gonna
take a break from interviewing.

Well, you would not need
to interview for this job.

It would be with me.

I thought I could teach you
to do what I do.

You want to teach me...

to be a private eye?

I think you'd be

great at it-- you're smart,
you know how to read people.

You were a great help
when we were looking for

the Bensonhurst Bomber.
We would not have

been able to find him
without you.

I was a help

because I'm an ex-con.

That don't mean I'm good

at detecting stuff.

I knew a guy
who knew a guy.

You would be surprised how
important those connections are

in our line of work.

It took me years
to find my own.

You should try going to prison

for a while.
Listen, Sherlock and I

have experience with teaching.

You'd be paid a stipend,
which is more than you make at

the gym. But the work is hard.
You'd have to be available 24/7.

And you'd have to study harder

than you've ever studied
in your life.

But in the end,
I think it would be worth it.

You'd be your own boss.

And it's work that your daughter
could be proud of.

No.

No.

Look, I appreciate
all that you're doing.

You know I do.

But that doesn't mean

I'm always gonna agree with you.

I don't expect you to.

I know, it just feels
that way sometimes.

Thank you for the offer.

Of course.

All right, listen,
you have a good night, okay?

What are you doing?

I'm just typing.

I mean with the glasses.

Oh, I-I forgot I had those on.

They're, uh, they're just
helping me get into character.

Oh, my God, you have your own

TrueRomantix
account?

No, Wade Applewhite
has his own

TrueRomantix account.

He's one of my aliases.

Florida-born,
moved to the city in '07,

systems analyst with big dreams,
enjoys wind surfing.

I thought I would take a page
out of Damien Novak's book

and try a little
catfishing of my own.

What do you mean?

I've been romancing a secretary
who works at the investment firm

which backed
Yvette Ingram's lawsuit.

We've been chatting
for almost an hour.

I think
she's a hair's breadth

from sending me
a list of the

individuals who profited.

Wow, that's pretty low.

Well, it is and it isn't.

I mean, I chose her

based on certain beliefs
she's espoused

on social media.
For example,

she started her own chapter

of the Ayn Rand
Appreciation Society

because the New York chapter
was too charitable,

so, you know, when Wade
fails to meet her

for line dancing tomorrow night,

I'm not going to
lose much sleep.

Oh, I spoke to Shinwell tonight.

And?

You're right...
Not a detective.

Not for everyone, Watson.

In fact...

Oh. The biscuit
is in the basket.

Sorry. That's just something
that Wade would say.

His would-be girlfriend
has sent a list of investors.

Tell me you don't have to
catfish any of them tonight.

I don't think any additional
subterfuge will be necessary.

One of these names
is quite familiar.

You met him the other day.

You should know,
I've advised my client

not to answer any questions.

That's okay,
he can just listen.

We know you lied to us
the other day, Mr. Lerner.

When we said there was evidence
that suggested

your brother-in-law
was a sex predator,

you couldn't get on
board fast enough.

But the truth is
he was hunting men like that.

And you knew it.

You said you
talked to Damien

after your sister thought
he was having an affair.

We're guessing he told you the
truth about what he was doing.

The timing was
quite fortuitous.

You'd invested rather heavily
in a sexual harassment suit

being brought by a woman
named Yvette Ingram.

And those depositions were
not going as you'd hoped.

So you created a phony
TrueRomantix profile

for Yvette's former boss,
Jack McGill,

and struck up a conversation
with one of Damien's alter egos.

Not long after,
Damien assaulted McGill,

and posted a video
that branded him a sex predator.

A big cash
settlement for Yvette

went from being a long
shot to a sure thing.

You made your money
back times ten.

Damien was a loose end, however,

so you tied him up.

Wait. What do y--
what do you mean?

Garrett.
No, no, uh...

Are-are you saying
I killed him?

The other day,
you let your sister think

that her freshly-murdered
husband

was a habitual seducer of
teenagers, so it's not hard

for us to see you
make the leap to murder.

Have you said anything
to Stephanie about this?

- Garrett, I thought we agreed...
- No, no, no, no.

They think I killed Damien.

Do you know what that
would do to my sister?

We haven't talked to Stephanie.

Yet.

Okay, yes.

I tricked Damien
into going after McGill,

but I did not kill him.

Mr. Lerner, after everything
that's happened,

why should we believe a word
you say?

Because... I needed him alive.

Explain that to us.

When I communicated
with him as Jack McGill,

I did it from a library
near my house.

If he ever caught on to me,
I didn't want him to trace it

back to my home computer.

The night that he was killed,
I was at the library again.

I had invested in another
sexual harassment case.

I figured I could
use Damien again

to get it to go the way
I wanted.

I was creating
a phony profile, okay,

in the name
of the new defendant,

to get Damien to go after him.

There's cameras
at the library.

Go see.
I'm-I'm telling the truth.

Am I a despicable person? Yes.

Did I trick Damien?

Yes.

But I'm telling you,

I never would have hurt him.

Never. Not for all the money
in the world.

How'd it go at the library?

Yes, well, it turns out I took
out their copy

of the Codex Seraphinianus
in 2011 and never returned it.

And they refused access
to their security footage

until I settled up.

$463 later,
Marcus and I were able

to confirm Garrett
Lerner's alibi.

He did not kill
his brother-in-law.

I had a feeling
it was going that way,

so I dug back into the men
that Damien Novak shamed.

And?

Well, you and I both

don't like Jack McGill
for the murder,

so I put him to the side.

Jerome Chun is
still in a coma,

and Reuben Welker

is still in prison.

So that just leaves
Ignacio Gomez

and Shane Fitzhugh.

Both of whom
fled the country.

Yeah.

That why you were crying,
Watson?

Excuse me?

You've been crying sometime
in the last hour.

Okay, first of all,
I did not cry,

I teared up,
and second of all,

it wasn't because
we weren't able

to pin one of these guys
to the murder.

It was because of these.

Oh, these are
the statements

from the women hurt
by Fitzhugh and Gomez.

Oh, the toughest one to read

was one of Fitzhugh's victims,
Nadia Swain.

He was her J.V.
field hockey coach.

Over the course
of a year,

he abused her over
a hundred times.

She was 14.

20 when she wrote this.

Yeah, it took her that long
to come forward.

When she was a kid,
he convinced her

that no one was gonna
believe her

and it was all her fault.
When she went to college,

she knew better.
Hmm.

Told you it was
tough to read.

Ms. Swain writes that for years
she's required

a daily cocktail
of anti-depressants

and anti-anxiety medication.

Who knows how long she's gonna
have to take those for?

Is there a problem?

Well, the problem is,

I don't just know
who killed Damien Novak, Watson.

But I liked her.

Miss Parsons,
please have a seat.

If you need more data from
TrueRomantix, I can't help you.

I gave my notice
two days ago.

No, that's not why
we asked you here.

So the other day,
I, uh, misunderstood

why you were interested in my
conversation with your boss.

I thought you
were eavesdropping

because you didn't
like him, but in truth,

you wanted to know how
much the police knew

about Damien
Novak's murder.

I'm sorry. Um...
Damien Novak?

The man you shot
the other night.

We know your real name
is Nadia Swain.

We also know that in 2009
you were victimized

by a man named Shane Fitzhugh.

Last year, you
worked up the courage

to tell the New Jersey
Police about it.

You gave them a very
detailed statement, and in that

you explained how you needed a,
uh, certain regimen

of medications now.

Sertraline, 150
milligrams, once a day.

Aripiprazole, five
milligrams, twice a day.

Clonazepam, one-half milligram,
once a day.

Now, when I approached
your desk the other day,

I saw that very same
combination

of medications
in your pill organizer.

You own a white Toyota Camry,
right?

So?

We have video of a white Camry

tearing out of the parking lot

where Damien Novak was shot.
A lot of people

own white Camrys.
How many of them

also own a nine millimeter
handgun?

We know you registered one
after you turned 21.

It's the same caliber gun
used to kill Damien Novak.

At first we... we didn't get it.

Why kill Novak?

I mean, he shamed
sex predators,

including the one that hurt you.

But then we reached out
to Jersey City PD.

All of a sudden,
everything made sense.

After you came forward,
they started an investigation

into Mr. Fitzhugh.

They took what you said
very seriously.

But after so much
time had passed,

- there wasn't any evidence.
- It took them a few months,

but they managed to identify
a second girl he'd hurt...

then a third.

So they were on the
verge of making an arrest,

and then Mr. Novak muscles
his way into the equation.

He shames your tormentor.

He does such a good job, the man
has to leave the country.

So, all of a sudden,
your quest for justice... over.

You got angry,
you wanted revenge,

but the man who cost you a shot
at Fitzhugh was anonymous.

All anyone knew about him

was that he set traps
at TrueRomantix.

So you dropped out of college.

You got a job there,
undercover, right?

You got access to their files,

and then all of a sudden,
this hunter,

he becomes the hunted.

It took you some time,
but you managed to identify

Novak's newest phony accounts.

You monitored them,

and when you saw he was going
to meet Winston Utz

at a motel a few nights ago,

you acted.

I wanted him to understand
what he'd done.

I wanted to shame him.

I was gonna make a video
of my own.

Him on his knees
apologizing.

He was on his way to that man's
room when I came up behind him

and put the gun to his back.

Made him tie his own hands.

But then, when he
turned around,

when he saw me...

...he wasn't afraid anymore.

He said

he was sorry that I was upset...

...but he wasn't gonna stop.

It's like when
he looked at me,

he saw what Shane saw.

A victim.

I didn't mean to kill him.

What are you doing?

I'm chatting with a policeman
in the province of Bali.

Well, you don't have
your glasses on,

so I'm guessing you're not
Wade Applewhite right now.

I am not.

Bali.

Isn't that where Shane Fitzhugh
fled to?

Indonesia has no extradition
treaty with the United States.

In my early days as a detective,

I lost many suspects
to such countries.

Didn't sit well, so I began
to develop friendships

with those countries' various
branches of law enforcement.

Okay.

Shane Fitzhugh's
going to be arrested

by the Balinese police
tomorrow morning.

Did he hurt someone there?

Gonna find ten kilograms
of uncut cocaine in his home.

Your friend is gonna plant it.

Drug laws in that part
of the world... quite severe.

He'll be spending
the rest of his life

in an Indonesian prison.

I typically don't like
such measures,

but there's ample evidence
that Fitzhugh's a threat

to young women wherever
he resides.

If you feel I'm acting rashly...

I didn't say anything.

Bang!

You couldn't find a better
hiding place for this thing?

Hey, if I can find it,
so can your parole officer.

Why are you here?

Heard about your new friend,
Ms. Watson.

I understand you two
been spending

a lot of time together.

What do you care?

You are aware that she works
for the police, aren't you?

You and me, Shinwell,

we got big plans.

Be a shame if you die
before we see them through.

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