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Previously on Elementary...

(grunts)

You work for Sherlock.

I don't work for anyone.
I'm his new partner.

The training I'm attempting
to provide her

is the same training
I provided you.

It is, in part, an attempt
to channel certain

residual feelings that she has
into a productive skill.

You think that Kitty needs help
above and beyond my mentorship.

She's a rape victim.
She was kept and tortured.

I got a nice little surprise.
Stotz is leaving the force.

Glad to hear it all worked out.

What did you say to him?
Does it matter?

I'm folding
my private detective business

and I'm going
to go work for Leda.

An insurance company.

Captain.
A body just turned up--

I need you at the scene.

Her name is Melanie Vilkas.

24 years old.

And the reason I couldn't bring
Kitty with me?

They're the same markings
I saw in those files

you gave me. The same ones
that are on Kitty's back.

The man who hurt her
is here in New York.

(elevator bell dings)

Wow. (chuckles)

Yeah, the view's
not bad, right?

Not bad, no.

But, please, make
yourself at home.

We want you to be
as comfortable here at Leda

as you were at your old job.

(phone buzzes)

I'll try, but how do you guys

feel about pj's at the office?

Well, there's been talk
of expanding casual Fridays.

Oh, Del, I cannot

thank you enough
for this opportunity.

Or this office--
it's incredible.

Well, it comes
with a big job.

I-I don't want to scare you, but

our in-house
investigation unit's

got a little
complacent.

But I have a feeling
you're gonna give 'em

a great shot in the arm.

Well, I can't wait
to get started.

(phone rings)

Well, at least
we know the tech people

got your company
phone activated.

Actually, it's Sherlock.
We talked about him

during the interview process.

The ex-partner.
(phone rings)

Sorry, if I don't tell him
to stop, he probably won't.

Um, Sherlock, now
is not a great time to t...

(door unlocks)

Watson.

I thought today was the day.
To start work.

HOLMES:
I asked her to be here.

For you.

The man who took you in London.

He's come here. To New York.

How do you...

How do you know?

Early this morning, the body
of a woman named Melanie Vilkas

was found on a pier in
Gantry Plaza. She had been

blindfolded with duct tape.

The flesh on her back
was branded.

Every aspect
of the attack on you

had been replicated identically.

It's him.

He is serial after all.

How did it end?

Blunt force trauma.
She died from internal injuries.

He's never left a body before.

That you and I were
able to discern, no.

We assumed that, in the event
his crimes were recurrent,

he took great care
to dispose of his victims.

But it seems in this case,
the body was meant to be found.

Sherlock and I
have been talking.

We don't think
it's a coincidence.

You think he's found me?

If he has, he's made
a grave mistake. Watson

and I intend to
capitalize on it.

You and Watson?
I know you've always seen yourself

in pursuit, but that's
turned around now.

He clearly has plans for you.

He has
announced himself.

Captain Gregson's already
assigned plainclothes details

to the brownstone,
but you don't have to stay.

Obviously,
the decision is yours,

but I am of the opinion
you should not.

We have any number of safe
houses at our disposal.

Alternatively, you could
return to London

and stay at Baker Street
or with your family.

I'm not going anywhere. This
is why I became a detective--

to hunt this man.
I'm ready.

Clearly, he feels prepared
for the encounter as well.

When you and I looked for him
in London, there was nothing.

The trail was cold,
and it's not cold anymore.

There's nothing I wouldn't
give to find him.

Nothing.

GREGSON:
A woman

goes missing three days ago, and

you've got one page of notes?

Is that how you guys
do it at the 8th,

Whitaker?

Melanie Vilkas'
parents come in.

The first thing they tell me
is how much they hate

their daughter's fiancé.

This kid, Brandon Powell.

All right? She's been
with him since high school.

Mom and Dad wanted her
to take a little time,

see what else
was out there.

She doesn't return a couple
of phone calls one day--

boom, they're
down at the station

filling out
a missing person's report

and pointing
the finger.

To be honest, I thought she was

taking a break from them.

Did you talk to the fiancé?
I got

why Dad wasn't a fan.

But I never read
“creep” from the guy.

Obviously, I got it wrong.

You think
the fiancé did this.

She was left with
all her jewelry, right?

Mm-mm.

Her engagement ring
was missing. How do I know?

Dad complained
about that, too.

It was the fiancé's
grandmother's.

A family heirloom.
Only there wasn't a diamond.

It was an emerald instead.

Mom and Dad must've finally
gotten through to her.

She told Powell it was over,

he killed her,
took his ring back.

Respectfully,
Detective,

your indolence is not excused
by the existence

of a prospect force-fed
by the victim's family.

You said they're consultants?

They're the
investigators

who are gonna be
cleaning up after you.

We're taking
over here.

I'll call your C.O.
and make it official right now.

The fiancé doesn't even have
a passport. He's innocent.

You know, not that it's
any of my business now,

but what the hell's
the difference

the kid doesn't have a passport?

Because I got these in London.

The man who did it
had me locked in a room

for three days
before I got away.

That's who we're looking for.

That's who you spent the last
three days not looking for.

Trust me when I say it...

felt much longer to her.

(breathing heavily)

Aah!
(coughs)

Quiet now.

I promise you it will get worse.

(crying)

♪ Elementary 3x11 ♪
The Illustrious Client
Original Air Date on January 122 2015

== sync, corrected by elderman ==
@elder_man

Look at the hair color,
the bone structure.

Tell me you don't
see a resemblance?

So the killer had a type.

Or perhaps he's just stuck
on the one that got away.

All that he's done here--
from his choice of victim

to her placement-- signals an
intent to make this personal.

You must resist the urge
to follow his lead.

Most of the facts that we have
are from my case in London.

That detective from the other
precinct hadn't got much further

than how to spell
Melanie Vilkas' name.

We have all manner of data
from the victim's

cell phone,
thanks to her provider.

They're a thousand Dutch
angle landscapes and texts

with her roommate--
they're hardly

a treasure trove.
I disagree.

The camera roll indicates

that this photograph
was taken just ten days ago.

So we have a recent photo. This
is not a missing person's case.

It's her only self-portrait.

Taken one week
before she disappeared.

Given the narcissism that
consumes the modern epoch,

a solitary selfie
is a minor miracle.

Melanie Vilkas

was a modest beauty.

So why, then, did
she suddenly decide

to turn her much-used
camera on herself?

Perhaps
she decided

to finally heed
her parents' advice.

What if, before
rushing into marriage,

she planned to see
if there were indeed...

other fish in the sea?

You think she needed
a profile picture

for a dating Web site.

Well, that's an easy enough
theory to test.

Dating sites are as searchable
as databases get.

They are also

virtual menus for men
like the one we seek.

I'm sorry she's dead, okay?

But I never even met this girl.

If you're gonna
sit there and lie to us, Ron,

we're gonna have
a rough time here.

Your brief courtship
of Melanie Vilkas

on LoveMatchSet.com
is well documented.

You came on
strong,

like Flaubert
with an emoji addiction.

That was just...
It was all online.

Yeah, we can read.

You two agreed to meet up
at Park Slope

at Mobius Tavern
on Monday night.

You want to guess
when she went missing?

Our colleague left
a short while ago

to show your
photograph

around the bar.

There was an ample
selection of snapshots

to choose from
on your profile. We opted

against Windsurfing Ron
and went with Ron

in Front of Big Ben instead.

Would you mind telling me what
year that photograph was taken?

What? That was...

What do you think?
That was a while ago,

it's been like...
Even if this were five years ago,

it'd be difficult for me
to make a positive I.D..

RON: Why?
GREGSON: Because it just so happens...

But you know that. You were
given my files this morning.

GREGSON:
He was there five years ago...

You were in a club. Someone
slipped something in your drink.

I woke up

and there was tape over my eyes,
around my wrists.

I never actually saw.

He sounded American.
That much I do remember.

As far as details
that might actually help.

Hey.

You survived.

You got away.

What do you think
when you see a girl like her?

I didn't do this.

Then I guess no one at
Mobius Tavern is gonna remember

seeing you the night
Melanie disappeared?

They might remember my face.
That I was there that night.

But I wasn't with her.

Explain.
When I walked in,

I saw her
from across the room...

She wasn't as hot as she was
in her picture, okay?

So I left.

She never even saw me.

I swear.

You're saying you stood her up.

I wish I hadn't.

Maybe none of this
would have happened,

but that is all I did wrong.

Can you account for your
whereabouts after you left?

I met up with
some guys from work.

We were out at a club
till, like, 2:00, 2:30.

I'll give you their numbers.

They'll tell you I'm not
the guy you're looking for.

I don't know. Maybe.

I mean, we
were slammed.

We got music on Mondays,
so this place was packed.

What about this girl?

Do you remember her?

Gin martini up,
two olives. Yeah.

She was at the corner table
while the band set up.

Was she with anyone?

No, it seemed like
she was waiting for somebody.

She nursed that drink
for, like, an hour.

Didn't help, though.
She couldn't handle her liquor.

What do you mean?

I remember she tried to get up

to go to the ladies',
she could barely walk.

That sounds more
like she was roofied.

I don't know.

Our clientele's pretty upscale.

Right. Because rape is
only committed by poor people.

Rape?
That woman you saw,

Melanie Vilkas,
she disappeared that night.

Her body was found
earlier this morning.

And you think somebody here...
We're still putting together

a time line-- it would help
to look at security footage.

But I don't see
any cameras anywhere.

Our owner wanted
a celebrity clientele.

Somebody told him
not to put them in.

Then I'd like to see
your receipts for Monday night.

It'll help us figure out
who was here.

Yeah, you can have
whatever we got.

Including...

Hold on.

There was a phone.

One of the servers found it
under that table

at the end of the night.

We figured it might be hers.

Don't. Don't touch it.
It's not hers.

It's a disposable,
but it might be his.

(footsteps approaching)

Anything?

Appletinis are
making a comeback.

I have run nearly 50 names
of the tavern's male patrons

and come back
with exactly zero hits,

not even
a parking ticket.

The chance that your
abductor paid with his Amex

at the scene of his latest
crime are virtually nil,

but there is an
applicable expression

about leaving no
stone left unturned.

One drink-- just like
the bartender told Watson.

She texted, by the way.

She said it all
went well at Leda

and she will rejoin us shortly.

She's being stupid.
Today was supposed to be

her first day-- now she's
taking a leave of absence.

She cares about your case.

As do I.

Perhaps we should...
go to a meeting.

Mine or yours?

Yours.

That's a fine idea.

Not like there's
a homicidal rapist about.

Perhaps we could take in a show, too.
This work

is easily handed off
to the department.

We have the phone
that Watson found.

There's no reason
they can't also study receipts.

I am concerned about you.

(phone ringing)

Detective.

BELL:
Check your e-mail.

The burner Joan found
at the bar was fresh.

Only had a few calls on it,
all to other disposables,

but we got good prints.

They belong
to a pretty nasty ex-con.

HOLMES: Simon de Merville.
Lengthy record.

Solicitation and coke, mostly.
Spent some time in Otisville.

We're reaching out
to known associates right now.

Any luck,
we'll turn up an address.

Keep us posted.

(pounding on door)

(pounding on door continues)

(gasps)

It's all right, ma'am.
You're gonna be all right.

Clear!
This is Team Four.

We are clear upstairs,
but we got another one.

(trembling breath)

Clear.

(indistinct radio transmission)

(siren wailing in distance)

Just... take them away.

(quietly):
Son of a bitch.

Team Leader to Detective Bell,
meet me on channel four.

Copy that...

It's him.

I'm holding the brand he used
on Melanie Vilkas...

and Kitty.

I got to say, this
is not what I was expecting.

His old dealer told us

he was running a brothel
for the Albanians.

No, I know, it's just...
this guy turns out girls

for work and fun?

Wouldn't be the first twist
with a day job.

Detective Bell.
I'm more interested in why he isn't here.

His car's out front.

One of the girls told us
he left an hour ago.

So, did one of the contacts
we talked to

tip him off,
or did he just get lucky?

MAN: I think we got
two more upstairs.

I don't think he got lucky.

I think he was fleeing
the scene of a murder.

(knocking)

Sonia, the nurses said
you asked to speak to someone.

Yeah. You're police?

We work with the police.

Have you talked
to the others?

No. They're still being treated.

SONIA: I want to know
what is being done.

What about the man who
did this to me? Simon.

We're looking for him.
We're still trying to make sense

of what happened at the house.

What do you mean?

This was not our choice.
We did not want...

We know.

I meant, what Simon did
and where he went.

(clears throat) Well, what, uh,
happened at the house is, uh...

Simon, he gave orders,

he watched us, and...

and the other man--
he brought the girls to America.

He brought me here from Croatia.

His name is...
KITTY: Ervin.

At least it was.
Ervin Bogdani.

He's a suspected
sex trafficker.

He had ties with
the Albanian mafia.

Had?
WATSON: We found his body

at the house--
we think Simon killed him.

Good.

That's good.

You said that Simon
ran the house.

He said I was the most trouble.

There was this one man, he...

he came back
and asked for me a few times.

I thought he liked me, so...

I asked him to call the police.

Is that why you
were locked in that room?

Simon said he was,
uh, going to teach me...

again, like when it started.

They, uh...

they hit you and rape you.

And they make you
take the drugs

until you will, uh, meet the men.
(clears throat)

Then they move you
here and there.

And in the end, most girls
don't fight anymore.

You know, it's your life.

I didn't want it anymore.

Sonia,

this woman's name is Melanie.

Did you ever see her
at the house?

No, but they...

they tried to keep us
to ourselves

so we wouldn't help each other.

And sometimes new girls
would come in, and...

then they're gone--
they're sold to others for work

(crying):
or to one man who...

wants one girl
for themself. (sobs)

(sniffles)
It's okay. It's over.

You're safe now.

(takes deep breath)
Yeah.

You should rest, okay?

(exhales, sniffles)

(sighs)

Are you okay?

I've always had an understanding
of what happened to me.

The man who took me
was a predator.

I was his prey;
it was simple.

I had no doubt in my mind
that in the end...

I was gonna be...

But what if I was meant
to end up like her, just...

property,
a plaything?

I went through
three days of hell.

She's been... she's been living
with it for years.

If I hadn't managed
to get away from him...

There are differences
between...

you and Melanie and the others.

They were at-risk women
from Eastern Europe,

lured into
prostitution,

promised jobs and
taken across borders.

You and Melanie were
drugged at bars,

blindfolded and branded.

Sonia doesn't have
scars like yours.

Neither do any of
the other women.

Is that supposed
to make me feel better?

I wasn't gonna be sold
into sex slavery.

I was going to be beaten
to death and left on a pier.

I'm just trying
to understand who

this man is, why he's
doing what he's doing.

It's like she said, he's a monster--
they don't need a why.

(phone rings)

(sighs)

We're just
wrapping up here.

Our manhunt for Simon
de Merville is about to graduate

from APBs and news reports
to a proper search.

The car that he stole
has been found.

He stole a car?

While examining
the crime scene,

the circumstances of Ervin
Bogdani's death became clear.

He came at De Merville
with a knife.

De Merville overpowered him

but not before being stabbed
in his left arm.

I traced the blood trail
to a house down the street.

There was broken auto glass
at the curb.

The DMV was consulted,
and a LoJack put to good use.

We now know
that Simon de Merville

left a purloined Hyundai Sonata

at the corner
of 40th and 8th Avenue.

That's right near
Port Authority.

You think he took
a bus out of town?

I do not.
I think he was headed

to Immaculate Heart Hospital
in the same neighborhood.

If he needed to be stitched up,
he had his pick of hospitals.

We're standing in one.

You might recall from his file

that he has a sister, Violet.

The police could not reach her
this morning,

but she works at the pharmacy
at Immaculate Heart.

The evidence suggests
that De Merville

is out of favor
with his Albanian employers.

Perhaps they found out about
his extracurricular activities

and disapproved.
In any event,

turning to one of his cronies
in his hour of need

would be risky.

So he's turning
to family instead.

The police are searching
the hospital as we speak,

if you and Kitty
would like to join us.

WOMAN:
I'm sorry you were

too late to talk to Simon,
but it's like

I told the other eight cops--
I don't know anything.

Well, you might know more
than you realize.

Let us be the judge.
We're just...

We're not close.

I hadn't seen him
for, like, a year,

and then he shows up
out of nowhere.

He was bloody, he was a mess.

He came to you
for medical help.

He said he was in a bar fight,
and he just didn't want

to answer a lot of questions
from the cops.

I couldn't just
turn him away.

The cut wasn't bad.
It-it was deep,

but it didn't hit anything.
So I taped him up

and I told him to get out.
That's it.

He say where he was going?

VIOLET: He didn't
say anything.

BELL: And you
didn't ask.

KITTY: You're quite
pretty, you know.

You should see what Simon
does to pretty girls,

what his clients do.
VIOLET: I don't know what you're....

KITTY: You helped a murderer
today, a rapist.

You're wrong.
And until you find out

what's really happening here,
I hope you don't find him.

This is a mistake.

You may well be right.
I certainly hope so.

In any event,
you've done all you can,

and, uh, we thank
you for your time.

She's lying.

Yes. Well aware. Thank you.

She absolutely knows
what her brother does

for a living, yet she agreed
to help him anyway.

Her soul is a horror. Doesn't
mean she should be arrested.

If we take her

into custody
for aiding and abetting,

that would significantly
decrease the chances

of her leading us
to her brother.

Isn't that right, Detective?

I'll call the captain,
see about a tail

and electronic surveillance
for Ms. De Merville.

And what is it
you did not want Marcus to know?

De Merville didn't come
here for a Band-Aid.

He came here for Esephera.

May I remind you that we
didn't both used to be doctors?

It's a blood medication.
Making it all the more appropriate

that his own blood
gave him away.

He left a trace of blood

on the inside of the glass door

of a locked refrigerator.

Only one drug is missing.

He could have robbed the
pharmacy of OxyContin, Vicodin,

any number of narcotics which
could be converted into cash.

Indeed, he could have robbed
them of actual cash.

So then why take...?
Esephera.

It's a treatment for PNH.

There are fewer than
a thousand cases in the U.S.

Tiny blood clots form in
the arteries if you don't take

the medication.
A year's supply runs north

of half a million dollars,
but I doubt the pharmacy

kept more than a month or two
on hand.

Simon didn't take any medication
when he was in prison.

He does not have PNH.

One possibility is
that he knows someone who does.

Another possibility,
far more likely,

is that his sister pointed him
in the direction

of another sufferer who is also
a customer of the pharmacy.

That person might be willing
to buy it at a discount.

Or...

even provide De Merville
with safe haven

until the Albanians
and the police call off

their respective dogs.

There's just one problem:
the department can't access

pharmacy medical records.
Patient privacy rights

make it impossible to get a warrant.
Yeah,

for a police detective
this would be no lead at all.

But for an investigator
in the employ

of a global insurance company,
however...

DEL: You realize
what you're looking for.

The Insurance Records Bureau
may not even have it.

The IRB has medical data
on everyone who's applied for

or changed
their health insurance

in the last seven years.

200 million Americans, right?

Anyone with PNH is staring
down the barrel of a $500,000

prescription bill every year.

Most of them will have shopped
around for the best insurance.

So whoever Simon de Merville
gave his Esephera to--

that person should be
in the system.

Well, I'm glad you're so sure.
'Cause I thought

you were asking me to defraud
a powerful institution

and commit a felony
for a shot in the dark.

(sighs)
I understand. It's a lot.

(scoffs)
You know, even if I wanted to,

I don't know how to request
a list of patients

who have a certain disease.
That's not what the IRB database

is for. You know, we give
them the name of someone

who's applying for life
insurance, they kick out

a coded list
of their medical history

to help us arrive at a premium.

This is...
Irregular.

No question.
But at the end of the day,

the IRB answers
to its subscribers. Like Leda.

They don't just do
whatever we ask.

You can tell them
that Leda is researching

new actuarial models,

disguise what we're after by
making a bigger request for data

on all blood disorders. All
we need is a list of patients

in the New York area
who are coded for PNH.

You've really thought this out.

I would not be asking for this

if it wasn't for someone
I consider family.

(meowing)
Come on, Pickles.

(knocking)

Hello again.

Did you find him?
Did you find Simon?

No.

I came here to apologize.

For the things I said,
losing my temper.

I can only imagine how difficult
things have been for you.

If you're amenable,

I'd like to ask you
a few more questions.

I already told you...
Please?

It'll only take a moment.

(sighs)

I'll give you
five minutes.

What are you doing?

There's an unmarked police car

parked in front
of your building.

I'd rather they not catch
a glimpse of me

through your windows.

I don't understand.
Don't you work with them?

Not tonight.

(bees buzzing)

You startled me.

I tried you three times.
I thought something happened.

I would've called the police
if they weren't already guarding

your front door.

I was immersing myself.

Well, I couldn't get Kitty
either.

She was working at the
station. She texted me

to say she was en route
to a meeting. Alone.

I was not consulted
on her decision

to venture out unchaperoned.

Well, maybe she didn't want
to come home and see all this.

Can you imagine how she feels
when she looks at it?

I have done. Repeatedly.
My name is Sherlock,

and I have allowed empathetic
thoughts to clutter my mind

and reduce the clarity
of my perception.

So you called in the bees

to crowd out caring.

To no avail.

A grand unifying theory

of Simon de Merville
has yet to present itself.

Almost everything
on his criminal CV

can be chalked up to
sadism and misogyny.

But Melanie Vilkas...

Was a message.
Presumably to Kitty.

Was meant to be the beginning of something.
Only he fell out

with the Albanians before
he could make his next move.

Well, that's a good thing, right?
It makes

divining a pattern in his
behavior considerably harder.

A fugitive is more difficult
to anticipate than an obsessive.

Your new employer,
did he agree to help us?

Actually, I spoke to him, (phone ringing)
and he... (sighs)

Captain.

Hey. You're not gonna believe
who just called to say

they're coming to the station
tomorrow morning.

Simon's the only family
I've got left.

I know it's not
an excuse. It's just...

I didn't know
he hurt those girls.

But I wasn't surprised
either.

He's always been...
different.

Do you know where he is?
No, I swear.

He didn't tell me
where he was going.

He told me
his own people

were trying to kill him.

You said he
took something

from the pharmacy, a medication?

Esephera.

It's an expensive drug,
so we keep it locked up.

He had me
open the case.

I was surprised
he even knew what Esephera was,

but he knew exactly
what he was looking for.

He even knew how much
we charged. It was strange.

But I thought
it was for someone he knew.

Only you don't know who.

So that's it?

You're just here to
clear your conscience?

Uh,

I have a phone number for Simon.

He gave it to me
at the pharmacy.

He told me to leave a message

if I got my hands
on more Esephera

and he would call me back.

If you want,

I was thinking
I could try to get him

t-to meet with me.

(phone ringing)

We're ready.

You can take it.

You got my message?

I told you, I check every hour.

What is it?

I just thought
you'd want to know

the police came
and asked about you.

They knew
you were at the hospital.

We figured that would happen.

Why did you call me?

You said if I could get
more Esephera, I should...

Forget about that.
What you gave me was enough.

I think I can get you a car.

If you want
to get out of town.

My friend has one
I can borrow.

I could leave it for you
wherever you want.

No. My face is
everywhere right now.

I got to ride this out.

(mechanical rumble)
Just tell me you're okay.

Are you someplace safe?

If I need anything,
I'll call you.

Simon?

He turned it off again.

All I got was the tower.

We couldn't get
a second or third ping.

It only gives us the radius.

Does your brother have any
friends near Gerritsen Beach?

No.

There are probably 50,000 people
in that circle.

But far fewer boats.
And only two marinas.

Tell me, does your brother make
the habit of talking

on the phone
whilst he's micturating?

What?

Play it back.

You'll hear the sound
of a man urinating

into a plastic bowl.

The garbled machine sound
at the end

is the flushing
of an electric marine toilet.

Simon de Merville's on a boat.

GREGSON:
Play it back.

Just the end.

Tell me something good.

No sign of De Merville
as of yet.

How's it going
at the other marina?

He's not here. We're gonna go
over this place with a comb

and then head to you.

Remind your people to go slow.

Even identifying a place
he used to be is something.

Yeah, I'll keep you posted.

(siren wailing in distance)

You should breathe.

You're sure that sound
was a toilet flushing?

Those of us with
exceptional sensitivities

are prone to
motion sickness.

I've spent a bit
of time on boats.

And an electric marine
toilet is something I know.

What I don't know

is how Violet de Merville grew
a conscience overnight.

She probably consulted a lawyer,

realized how much trouble she'd
have been in for helping him.

I sensed she was more eager
to gain your approval.

How'd that meeting go
last night?

Del just sent the list
from the IRB,

but there are no
matches for anyone

with PNH in this zip code.

HOLMES: We know De Merville
was on a boat.

We know he called
from this vicinity.

If he's already sold
the Esephera, perhaps

he made enough
to buy himself a vessel.

Or he used the cash
to buy his way back

into the good graces of his
partners, or we've been wrong

about what the bloody Esephera
was for all along.

(phone ringing)

Yup.

He's not here.

Dock master's got a camera
hidden over here.

No Simon de Merville,

nobody, period, last three days.

Look, I'm, uh... I'm sorry,

but we got to send our people
back to their commands.

Hey?

You still there?

Don't.

Don't what?

Don't send them home.

In fact, tell them not
to take off their gear.

Push the snapper, push the bass.

Serve ten of each tonight,
we're having shots on me.

Hey, guys.

We'll be open in ten
minutes, you want to wait.

Oh, we're not here for a table,
Mr. Osweiler.

We want to talk to you about
your old neighbor in Queens.

Simon de Merville?

Yeah, sure.

All right, everybody, hit it.

I saw about Simon
on the news.

Can't say I was surprised.

I mean, guy always
gave me the creeps.

Strange, then, that he recently
took up residence in your boat.

One that used to sit
in the driveway

you shared with his brothel.

HOLMES:
You moved to this area

a couple of months ago,
didn't you?

Your 27-foot Catalina
came with you.

How do I know this, you ask?

Artificial turf.
What?

You left swatches
of artificial turf behind

when you walked out
on your lease.

I barely registered them
the other day.

And I just realized, artificial
turf is used to pad trailers

and protect the hulls
of the boats that they carry.

BELL:
Now, we searched two marinas

for De Merville today.

Only, he isn't in a boat
parked in the water, is he?

He's in a boat parked on land.
Your boat.

You obviously got to know him.

How else would he know about
your son's blood condition?

Who told you about...?
When it occurred to us

to look for a boat
that used to sit

outside his workplace,

we encountered some
of your old neighbors.

They miss little Ethan,

wish him well.

BELL: Right now
a warrant's being issued

to search the boat
at your new residence.

ESU's prepping
a tactical approach.

They'll go in hard
if they have to.

This is happening,
and you don't want

your family in the
house when it does.

We want you
to help us clear them out

without tipping Simon off.

He just... showed up yesterday.

He's not a friend.

In fact, we moved
to get away from that place.

He had the medication
Ethan needs.

Enough to treat
him for months.

All right, Mr. Osweiler--
your family--

is there a chance De Merville's
with them, or isn't there?

The deal was, he stays on the
boat, but I'll call my wife

right now, I'll tell her
whatever you think.

(phone ringing)
Well, hold on.

I was just about
to call you, Captain.

Mr. Osweiler's agreed
to call his wife for us.

GREGSON:
Well, he should get to it.

She's pretty upset.

You're already with her?

Local precinct got a 911
call from Mrs. Osweiler.

She was calling
to report a fire.

Somebody torched the boat.

I don't understand.
You're saying

we missed De Merville again?

Actually, we don't
think we did.

There was a body inside.

The door was nailed shut.

It's gonna take dental records
to know for sure, but I think

De Merville's Albanian
friends caught up with him.

I think
this whole thing is over.

You wished to see me?

Is Kitty with you?

No. She's gone to the, uh...
to the morgue to await

the M.E.'s report.

You can understand
how eager she is

to put an official end
to this matter.

Eager is an understatement.

Close the door.

Something troubles you?

Tell me the truth.

Did you know about her visit to
Violet de Merville's apartment?

After the fact.

Well, Ms. De Merville paid us
another visit tonight.

Very different attitude
this time around.

I thought she was
just upset about her brother.

But there was more.

(sighs)

She claims that Kitty did this.

You believe her?

And so do you.

Captain, you were there

when Ms. De Merville
offered us her assistance.

Her invaluable... assistance.

Did she seem coerced
at the time?

Kitty has a knack

for bringing people around
to her way of seeing things.

Trust me.

I looked the other way
once before.

I shouldn't have.

I will talk to her.

I'm gonna have to suspend her
association with the department.

Will you allow me
to convey the news myself?

It's him--
Simon de Merville.

His dental records
matched perfectly.

Well...

He's not the man who raped me.

What?

(sighs)

Look at the right hand.

It's perfectly intact.

The night you escaped, you said
you broke some of his fingers.

My bindings slipped
when he was moving me.

I knew I wouldn't get
another chance, so, when he...

reached for me, I wrenched his
fingers back as hard as I could.

The way he screamed.

I'm not the only one who
left that room with scars.

We ought to be looking at
screws or a metal plate,

or-or some kind of seam
where the bones set.

Extensive damage
to his flexor

and extensor tendons,
to his median nerve,

would have felt, to you,
like breaking bones.

It's not him.

You think I'm mad, don't you?

I think I know something
of how you're feeling.

(sighs)

For me, for quite some time,

the idea of a...
of a sober existence--

it was my fuel and my purpose.

I dare say that it dominated
my consciousness.

Then, I-I had to acknowledge
one day that, for me,

sobriety was a struggle,
not a state of being.

A sense of closure
would never come.

Accepting that moment was
as difficult as arriving at it.

So it's denial, is it?

I want this man who hurt me
to still be alive,

to still be out there,
hurting other people.

I won't pretend for a moment

that there aren't questions
that need answering,

but every piece of evidence
that we have can be reviewed,

every assumption we'd ever made
can be reexamined.

I will help you do that,

but you should prepare yourself
for the possibility

that your uncertainty...

is the only uncertainty

that remains.

Someone hurt me, Sherlock.

You hurt yourself.

You don't know anything

about how I am feeling.

(phone ringing)

Hello.

Hey, it's Del.

I tried you
on the company phone,

but it went straight
to voice mail.

Hold on.

Oh, it's dead.
I'm sorry.

I'm still trying to get used
to this two-phone thing.

Today was sort of crazy.

I know.
I-I'm watching the news.

The man you were looking for
was killed.

I... I'm not sure
if that's what you wanted, but,

well, at least it's over, right?

Yeah, at least it's over.

Does this mean
you're coming back to work?

Actually, I was hoping
to take an extra day.

Just want to make sure
my friend is okay.

Well, of course.

I-I can't thank you enough
for-for all your help.

I didn't do anything.

Del.

Repeat after me, Joan.

“I didn't do anything.”

Okay, you didn't do anything.

I was already grateful
for the opportunity,

and now I'm indebted to you.

I'm gonna do great work for you.

Well, that was never in doubt.
Have a good night, Joan.

I'll see you in two days.

Okay. Bye.

KITTY: Who was that?
(gasps)

Kitty, what are you doing...?
Who was that?

My boss at Leda.
Del Gruner. Why?

You said I could come
here if I ever needed to.

You gave me a key.

Kitty, tell me what's going on.

Before we got De Merville
on the phone the other day,

I wondered... what it would
be like to hear his voice again.

After five years,

what it would do to me, if
I would even recognize it.

And I didn't, but...

it had been so long,
so many years of just...

I think the most important thing

for potential investors
to understand is that

fraud prevention (groaning)
and fraud detection are both...

...improving rapidly,
and insurance

is a $4 trillion industry.

(crying)

I was wrong, Watson.

I didn't forget the voice.

I couldn't.

De Merville didn't hurt me.

He did.

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