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WATSON:
Previously on Elementary...

Think just 'cause you're a cop,

you ain't got to watch
where you're going?

Oh, you got
something for me, cop?

CHANTAL: The guy you hit,
his name is Roy Booker.

He's my ex-husband.

You're gonna steer
clear of her, forever.

Clear?

I went to see Roy yesterday.

Asked him about the report
that got filed against me.

He put Gorham up to it.
No question in my mind.

The whole thing's a setup.

Chantal?

(heart monitor beeping steadily)

Marcus.

How is she?

BELL:
I, um...

found her lying
on the bedroom floor.

Blood everywhere.

First, I couldn't tell
if she was breathing.

There's no defensive wounds,
and from the looks of it,

she hit her forehead on
the bed frame going down.

He was probably
waiting in the house,

came at her from behind.

Her nose is broken,

cheekbone's broken,

couple of broken ribs,
skull fracture.

They called her unresponsive
when they brought her in.

They did a CT scan, saw
some bleeding and fluid

building up around her brain.

Doc says they're gonna
keep her under heavy sedation

and keep a close eye on it
for a few days.

They won't really know
anything more till then.

GREGSON: I'm sure they're doing
everything that they can.

If there's, uh,
anything you need,

anything,

from me, Paige,
just say the word.

Watson's with CSU collecting
evidence at Chantal's home.

So far, her assessment
matches yours.

The assailant lay in wait.

He gained entry by, uh,
prying open a window.

It was a careful job,
would've taken some time,

so it's unlikely
that he would've gone undetected

if she'd been home.

You were there, so...

I take it you're aware of
the other incident at the scene.

What other incident?

Whoever did this
emptied his bladder

on Chantal's bed.

"Whoever did this"? Really?

You're talking like
there's some mystery to solve.

We all know
who did it.

Roy Booker did it.

Marcus, let's just slow down.

Why? He tried to jam me up,
it blew up in his face,

so he took it out on her.

Let's-let's take a walk.

(vending machine whirring)

(coffee pouring)

Thanks.

Captain's instructed you
to sit this one out.

He's right.

I make a mistake 'cause
my head's not on straight,

and I'm the reason Roy walks,
I'd never forgive myself.

Captain said to sit tight,
stay here with Chantal.

He's also gonna keep

a uni on her door
to make sure she's safe.

I know how you're feeling.

The woman you love
has been hurt,

and you want, with every fiber
of your being, to avenge her.

And yet,
you're powerless to do so.

In my case,
I disappeared.

I spiraled into self-
destruction and despair.

And for a long time,
I was no good to anyone.

If this is a pep talk,
it needs work.

And I'm not you.

It's not a pep talk.

You're right, our situations
are quite different.

Unlike me,

you have people
who care about you

to find justice
for you.

And I promise you, Marcus,

justice will be done.

♪ Elementary 5x21 ♪
Fly Into a Rage, Make a Bad Landing

== sync, corrected by elderman ==
@elder_man

♪ ♪

Do you see who his lawyer is?
Ardy Gulbenkian.

HOLMES: That's the lawyer
Roy was working for

when he tried to get Chantal
pulled off a case.

It's a pretty bold move,
bringing that guy in for this.

Perhaps he offers an
abettor's discount.

GREGSON:
Ready to go?

GULBENKIAN: You people are aware
that Mr. Booker's a former cop?

If you're expecting Mr. Booker
to get special treatment

because of that, let me
emphasize the word "former."

And let's not also forget
how he left the job.

WATSON: Detective Bell
found out that he faked

a disability claim so that
he could take an early pension.

In retribution, your client

got a civilian to file
a false incident report,

accusing Detective Bell
of aiming a gun at him.

GREGSON: That ended with your client
getting arrested yesterday.

So, yeah. We're aware
that he's a former cop.

We're also aware that
he has some serious anger issues

with his ex-wife
and Detective Bell.

I think that last part
depends on where you're sitting.

Sounds to me like
this whole precinct's

got a vendetta
against my client.

How's he supposed
to get a fair shake?

He shook himself quite
adequately at the crime scene.

Or were you not aware
of his act of defilement?

GULBENKIAN: I'm aware
someone did that.

It's the reason
I wanted to remind you

Mr. Booker used to be a cop.

He'd have to have been
pretty stupid

to urinate at a crime scene,
don't you think?

He knows how DNA works.

Angry people make mistakes.

And I got to think
he was plenty angry

when his attempt to jam up
Detective Bell didn't work.

I did not do this!

All right? If Chantal
is saying I did...

WATSON: Chantal is not saying
anything right now.

If and when
she regains consciousness,

we look forward
to speaking with her.

GREGSON: And one of the things
we want to ask her

is if you ever laid a hand
on her during your marriage.

We do, what's she gonna tell us?

Can you account for

your whereabouts last night
between 6:00 and 8:00?

After I was arraigned,
I went to work.

Which is?

Last couple months,
I've been working

as an investigator for a firm
called Sawyer Winthrop Rose.

They're divorce lawyers.

Ardy helped me get the gig.

So between 6:00 and 8:00
last night,

I was parked outside
the Birchwood Grove Country Club

on the Island,

tailing a
client's husband.

Anyone see you?

Not if I'm good at my job.

GREGSON:
According to the E.R. docs,

Chantal was beaten
with a short, blunt weapon,

like a blackjack.

We check
the commands you worked,

check your credit cards,
we gonna find out you own one?

No.

WATSON:
You should also know,

we spoke to a close friend
of Chantal's,

who told us that you still have
a box of old clothes

in her basement.

The lab is gonna
compare the DNA

to the sample
found at the scene.

Like he said,
you know how DNA works.

If you ever want a chance
to explain your side of things,

now is the time.

I already told you
my side of the story.

You try to railroad me for this,
you'll be sorry.

You must be especially hydrated
to make a threat like that.

But message received.

We will all put rubber sheets
on our mattresses.

WATSON: Those two are
a match made in heaven.

Slime defending slime.

Well, at least we heard
one thing of value

during their performance.

A country club
like the one Roy mentioned,

they will have cameras

covering all of
their entrances and exits.

So a review of the video

should make quick work
of shredding his alibi.

GREGSON: The department's dealt
with Birchwood Grove before.

Discretion is a big part
of their pitch to their members.

We had a case a few years
back where we knew

the perp had hidden his
murder weapon on their grounds.

Their lawyers
made the D.A. jump

through every hoop in the book
before we could get in there.

HOLMES:
Well, I'm quite hoop-resistant.

I'll pay them
a visit myself and see

if I can't
induce their cooperation.

While you do that,
I got a text from Marcus.

He said he spent the night
at the hospital.

He wants me to go to his place
and bring him some things.

Let us know if there's any news.

Hey.

(knocks softly)

Marcus.

Any word?

Plenty of words. I just don't
know what half of them mean.

They just brought her back
from a second CT scan.

Doc said something
about "midline shift"

and "monitoring ICP,"
but all I got

was they still don't know
if she's gonna be all right.

I heard one of them ask a nurse
to "increase mannitol,"

so when you walked in, I was
just looking up what that is.

Pretty sure my phone auto-
corrected to "manatee," so...

Mannitol is a diuretic.

They use it to reduce
intracranial pressure.

Now maybe you
should stop

surfing the Web
for medical answers

on your phone;
it's never a good idea.

I'm climbing the walls.

Can't do anything here,
can't help you guys out there.

I hate hospitals.

The machines beeping,
the smells, uh...

Yeah, everyone hates hospitals.

No, I mean...

I really hate hospitals,
ever since I was a kid.

When I was nine,
my mom got hit by a car.

She was in the hospital
for a month.

Broken bones, collapsed lung,
bruises all over.

That wasn't even the bad part.

Eventually, they let her go,
she came home.

Only they'd missed
that her aorta had been damaged.

Two weeks later,

it ruptured.

She went into emergency surgery.

She almost died.

And then we were back here,
sitting by her bed again.

I mean, not here, here,
but... just like here.

I have an idea.

I have friends
on staff here.

You have a change
of clothes now.

I'll see if I can get permission

for you to use
their staff locker room.

You take a shower,
then you get some fresh air

and get something to eat.

I'll stay here with Chantal
till you get back.

(elevator bell dings)

Oh, hell no.

Hey!

What the hell's going on?!
Are you insane?

You think there's any way
I'm letting you get near her?

Yeah, well,
I want to talk to her.

You probably shouldn't have
tried to kill her last night!

You think I don't know
what's going on here, Detective?

You did this to her.

You hurt Chantal!
You're a psycho!

Oh, yeah, and that DNA match
they found at the scene,

that was a nice touch,
but I was a cop,

I know how this works.

You call your friend at the lab,
he makes the DNA say

whatever you want.
Hey, you!

You can't be here.
I was just leaving.

OFFICER:
I'll walk you out.

(elevator bell dings)

MAUREEN: I'm sorry, Mr. Holmes,
you must understand,

Birchwood Grove has
a longstanding policy

of confidentiality

that our members
expect us to maintain.

So I've been told.

And even if I came back
with a warrant,

I assume you would just tie
that up by requesting a stay,

probably issued by a judge who
is himself a member. (chuckles)

That would be my job.
Uh, I understand

you give tours of your grounds
to prospective applicants.

After the proper vetting,
of course.

If you'd like to
fill out an application,

I'd be happy
to show you around...

I wasn't asking,
I was just stating.

You actually showed

an acquaintance of mine around
half an hour ago.

He identified himself
as Stephen Armacost,

but the credentials that you
reviewed online were fake.

He is, in fact, an actor.

I chose him

because of his resemblance
to an international fugitive

named Armand Leroux.

Ran a cocaine ring in
Europe for many years.

Remains one of
Interpol's most wanted.

You might not know
what Mr. Leroux looks like,

but I assure you,

those photographs of you
showing my friend around

will have the FBI
and Interpol

swarming your
property like bees.

I would hate to inconvenience
your members.

WATSON: Hey, did
you get my text?

Police issued a warrant
for Roy Booker's arrest

about an hour ago.

His lawyer claimed
that he can't find him,

so police are
looking for him.

I saw.

The DNA was a match.

The urine found on
Chantal's bed was Roy's.

I look forward to
learning how it got there.

Wait, what?

"How it got there"?

Do I have to draw
you a picture?

Don't panic,
I haven't forgotten

how human anatomy works.

You'll understand
my query in a moment.

This is surveillance footage
from Birchwood Grove.

WATSON:
That's Roy.

He really was outside the club
when he said he was.

An hour's drive away at the time
of Chantal's assault.

He didn't do it, and yet
his DNA was at the scene.

So you think someone's
trying to frame him?

(phone ringing)

It's the captain.

Hey, you've got me and Sherlock.

GREGSON: That's good. We got
to talk about Roy Booker.

As a matter of fact,
we just were.

We don't think he's the one
who hurt Chantal.

We think someone's
trying to set him up.

Captain,
are you still there?

Yeah. And if you think
what happened was a frame job,

I want to hear all about it.

Thing is,

it's not gonna do Roy much good.

We just found him.

He shot himself.

He's dead.

I don't buy it.

Roy wasn't the type
to kill himself.

You saw how he was
sinking his teeth into me.

We already know.
Somebody killed him.

At first,
all the forensics

lined up behind suicide.

There was GSR on Roy's hand.
There was no sign of a struggle.

We thought maybe he did it
'cause of all the heat

that was coming down on him.

He was already awaiting trial
on the conspiracy charge.

And now he was being
framed for assault.

WATSON: He had to know
that prison time was

a real possibility.

It's bad enough as a criminal,
but as an ex-cop?

Then he said the same thing
you just said--

Roy wouldn't have
killed himself.

There was a receipt for petrol
in his pocket

from an hour before
his death, roughly.

It's possible that he was
planning to flee New York

before a sudden
change of heart,

but topping off your tank
before topping yourself

seemed odd enough

to support
my suspicions.

WATSON: So we asked
Hawes for a tox screen.

Roy was roofied
shortly before he died.

Someone drugged him,

and then shot him
when he was unconscious.

Says here there were also
trace amounts of THC.

We think that's
unrelated.

At those levels, he hadn't
used marijuana in weeks.

It surprised me, too.
He didn't seem the type.

Yeah, well, maybe life
as a serial dirtbag

was stressing him out.

You guys know I was at
the hospital all night, right?

If you think we brought you here
to accuse you of something,

you obviously didn't
get any sleep.

I'm just saying,
if I was investigating this,

I'd look at me first.

I went at Roy
at the hospital yesterday.

Yeah, well, you're not
investigating-- we are.

And we aren't idiots.

You think whoever did this is
the same guy who hurt Chantal?

It's a virtual certainty.

GREGSON: CSU found a bloody
blackjack in Roy's trunk.

We're expecting,
when the blood comes back,

it'll be Chantal's.

And since we
already know that

Roy was being framed,

the only way
it could've got there...

Is if the framer planted it.

Hey.

We're gonna get
this guy for you.

You know that, right?

Before I go, you two have
a sense of your next move?

We do. The person
that we're looking for

assaulted Chantal
but murdered Roy.

That's a strong indication
that this is all about him.

WATSON: We think
the person responsible

is trying to tell
police a story.

Roy was out of control,
he beat up his ex-wife.

When the hammer came down,
he killed himself.

You're gonna find out
if he had any enemies.

Between his winning personality
and his work as a snoop

for a law firm which
specialized in divorce,

hard to imagine he didn't.

Yesterday, he told us
that he was tailing the husband

of one of the firm's clients.

Maybe that husband
didn't like being tailed.

SHERLOCK: As a
theory of the crime,

it would have one point
working in its favor.

It could explain how the killer
got their hands on Roy's urine.

Roy's work entailed
long hours

in his car.

He wouldn't be the first
private investigator

to relieve himself in a bottle
to avoid leaving his post.

Okay, but that would mean
the guy didn't just make Roy,

he managed to get a bottle
like that out of Roy's car.

Now that Roy's death

is looking like a homicide,
CSU is going over the car again.

I'm gonna join them.

If there's any indication
that someone broke in recently,

I will call you guys.

I'm guessing you're headed over

to the law firm
Roy was working for,

find out
who he was tailing.

You guess wrong.

My plan is that
we go there together.

You heard the captain,
I'm still on the bench.

Officially, yes.

But Watson described the
state she found you in

at the hospital.

I think you need to
engage in some work.

Sooner the better.

I won't tell if you won't.

(phone ringing)

Roy reported to one of
the partners, Ted Winthrop.

They're letting him know
we want to talk to him.

Law firm of
Sawyer Winthrop Rose.

"Specializing in
hidden-asset investigation."

Divorcing spouse hides
his or her money from the other

through a Byzantine maze
of offshore accounts

and shell companies,
and the other one hires

a team like this to hack
their way through that maze.

Sounds more like a job
for accountants

than a guy like Roy.

Yes, it is.

But, occasionally,
it does require

good old-fashioned legwork.

Tailing spouses to see
who they meet, for example.

Perhaps installing malware
and keyloggers

on their computers and phones.

That definitely sounds
more up Roy's alley.

You seemed disappointed
in the captain's office earlier,

when we told you
about Roy.

Might not have been
my finest moment,

but my first thought when
I heard he shot himself was...

"Good."

Couldn't happen
to a nicer guy.

Then you said it was a setup.

That means that whoever hurt
Chantal is still out there,

so of course I'm disappointed.

No, I didn't mean that.

In fact,
I detected the opposite

when you found out Chantal's
attacker was still at large.

You seemed invigorated.

I meant when you found out
that Roy was dead,

you seemed disappointed
that you didn't get to hurt him.

(door opens)

WOMAN: Mr. Winthrop
will see you now.

My God.

Roy was only with us
a few months,

but he seemed like a good guy.

You just needed more time
to get to know him.

Sorry?

Roy told my colleagues
yesterday

that he'd been
following the husband

of one of your clients.

We'd like that man's name.

Why? You think he had
something to do with this?

It's a possibility
we're exploring.

Given the work you do here

and the kind of clients
you do it for,

that man may have been hiding

millions from his wife.

Having an investigator
follow him

would have posed a threat
to his assets.

Perhaps you think
we'd be better served

looking at someone else your
firm asked Roy to investigate.

No, it's not that.

It's just, this puts me
in an interesting spot.

How's that?

So as not to beat
around the bush,

Roy was following a man
named Fyodor Ukhov.

I'm representing his wife
Lara in their divorce.

There are issues
of attorney-client privilege

I have to consider.

But obviously you'd like
to be able to tell us more.

Well, of course
you would.

What better for your client
than to have her husband

suddenly embroiled
in a murder investigation?

We've already told you
that his hidden money

could have provided motive.

All of a sudden,
the district attorney's office

will be issuing subpoenas
for you.

Telling you who I represent
isn't protected by privilege.

You could have found that
in a court filing.

But beyond that,
you go down a road

off something
I shouldn't have said,

your evidence could
get thrown out.

Something I say comes back
to bite my client,

then I'm the one getting sued.

However, I can't be held liable

for anything you find

on your own in the press.

And there's been a lot
about these two

in the press.

"Turbulence Builds as
Ukhov Marriage Nosedives."

He's a private jet broker, so...

Well, this article alleges
that he's sheltering $20 million

from his wife and federal taxes.

Well, murders have
been committed

for far less, haven't they?

There's more.

Fyodor Ukhov was arrested twice:
once in 2011

and again in 2014.

Both times for beating his wife.

She's quite beautiful,
is she not?

Beg your pardon?

The plane.

Your eyes went straight
to her when you arrived,

and then you asked
to speak in this room.

She was my first.

The real one, I mean.

I paid $5 million.

I'll give you the model
for ten grand.

How about we stick
to the homicide, Mr. Ukhov?

Sorry, I don't understand.

I don't know anything
about this.

Well, like I told you,
I'm not here today

in any official capacity,
but, take my word,

things are getting
more official by the minute.

What do you mean?

The car in
those photos,

my colleague helped
examine it this morning.

She sent me a message

a little while ago,

said there were palm prints
on the passenger-side window

that matched yours.

Your prints were
in the system, of course,

thanks to the two times that you
beat your wife half to death.

Not that we think those
were isolated incidents.

You shouldn't judge what you
don't understand, Detective.

I saw the photos
of what you did to her.

My understanding's pretty clear.

About a week ago, I realized
this man was following me.

I assumed on behalf
of my wife's lawyers.

But, until now,
I didn't know his name.

And I certainly didn't
do anything as interesting

as stage a suicide.

Explain the prints on his car.

I slapped on his window

and threatened
a restraining order.

I wanted him to know
that I'd seen him.

That was all.

And it all happened
in front of a restaurant

in sight of the valets.

You don't believe me, ask them.

(phone chimes)

I'll need the name
of the restaurant.

Think you're
slipping, man.

Heard you knock something over
when you broke into his office.

Yeah, knocked a bloody coffee
cup off the window sill.

Didn't break.

- He didn't hear, did he?
- No.

No. Well, I took photographs
of some things I found.

This is Intel on Roy.

Says here the credit search
was prepared by an investigator

named Joseph Tommolino.

Ukhov admitted that he made Roy.

Said his prints were on the car
because he approached Roy

in front of a restaurant
two days ago.

So either he or Tommolino
must've taken these

and run the plates.

From there, they pulled up
everything on him.

Including the name
of his ex-wife

and the address they
used to share together.

He's our guy.

Certainly appears
that way.

So if the police
bring him in now,

that's not gonna be
enough to detain him.

His explanation for his
fingerprints on the car

could well be credible.

His mere possession
of the materials

just doesn't prove his guilt;
no, we need more.

- And as quickly as possible.
- What do you mean?

Well, according to his calendar,
he's leaving tonight.

Three days of meetings
in the Caymans.

Be back at the
end of the week.

So I just told a guy
who has unlimited access

to private planes
that we're onto him.

You're forgetting about the
$20 million he has stashed away.

(softly):
Yeah.

He's not gonna run.

How the hell could you
possibly know that, huh?

I'm the one who talked
to the guy, not you.

We know that on at least
two occasions,

he savagely beat his wife.

And he made no attempt
to flee. Why?

'Cause he thinks that
his lawyers and his money

make him bulletproof.

I've seen it hundreds of times.

Yeah, but we're not
just trying to

hang Chantal's assault on him,
we're trying to hang a homicide.

Well, to a man like that,
the difference is negligible.

Three days.
He'll be back.

That's more than
enough time

to make our case against him.

We just need to
use our time wisely.

Trust me.

Yeah, I trust you.

♪ ♪

♪ ♪

(grunts loudly)

(engine starts)

(tires screeching)

(phone ringing)

Hello?

SHERLOCK:
Leave Mr. Ukhov be.

He can call his own ambulance.

Wait, was that... was that you?

He won't be leaving
the country tonight after all.

Whose phone are you on?

It's a burner.

After I hang up, I'll burn it,
quite literally.

Meet me at my home in one hour.
We have much to discuss.

Yeah. Thank you.

(clears throat)

So it's confirmed.

His... right tibia
is fractured.

He'll be prohibited from
air travel for 48 hours.

What the hell did
you do tonight?

Stopped you from
doing far worse,

if my read was right.

So you could
beat him up instead?

Why stop me at all?

There's that
disappointment again.

"Vengeance interruptus."

Look, I didn't stop you

to spare Ukhov a beating.

The man's a piece of excrement,

deserves ten times worse.

You were gonna throw away
your career.

Now, I wasn't gonna
let that happen.

So you decided to
go down with me.

Ukhov is still

gonna connect
that he got attacked

just a few hours after
an off-duty cop

accused him of murder.

Only now it's gonna come down
on both our heads.

How is that better?

He's not gonna connect it.

He thinks he's the victim
of a car theft.

As we speak, an associate
of mine is loading

his Ferrari onto a shipping
container bound for Qingdao.

If it's ever
tracked down,

the smugglers,
in a rare moment of honesty,

will deny any knowledge
of how it got there.

So Watson mentioned
a story you told her

about your mother
being severely injured

after being hit by a car.

She wasn't hit by a car,
though, was she?

Did your father
strike her frequently?

Not just her.

How did you know?

There have always been signs.

Almost always are when
it comes to victims of abuse.

Sorry.

For what? Seeing signs?

No, no.

Lying to you this morning.

I told you I thought
that working the case

would be the best thing for you,
but, you know, the truth is...

You didn't want to let me
out of your sight.

You could see tonight
coming a mile away.

We all need to tread
more carefully from here on.

So our collaboration
on this case is over.

Go back to the hospital.

I'll apprise Watson

of the situation in the morning.

And, um, I'll be leaving
certain details out.

The hobbling of Fyodor Ukhov?

For example.

Yeah.

You were right.

About me doing worse to him
if you hadn't stopped me.

Truth is...

I don't know how far
I would've gone.

(chuckles)

I didn't know
NYPD used consultants.

Where do I sign up?

This is not a job fair,
Mr. Tommolino.

We're here to talk to you about

some work you did
for Fyodor Ukhov.

HOLMES: Your girlfriend
told us where to find you.

You know, she seemed
to take some pleasure

in telling us
you got your roots done.

We're good for
a few minutes, right?

Where'd you get these?

HOLMES:
That's not important.

What is important
is what we suspect

Fyodor Ukhov did with them.

He asked you to look into
the man in those photos,

Roy Booker.

Using the information
that you gave him,

we think that Ukhov,

or more likely
someone who worked with him,

assaulted Roy's ex-wife

and then murdered Roy.
Whoa, hold on a second.

We're not asking you
if you did it, Mr. Tommolino.

We spent the morning
looking into you.

And from what your colleagues
tell us about you,

you wouldn't do
that kind of dirty work.

No, our question to you is:
did you know?

Because if you did and
you're withholding evidence

that could put Ukhov
away, then obviously

that would make you
an accessory to murder.

I swear to you, if I had known a
thing about what you're saying,

I would've called
the cops myself.

I have no idea
what Ukhov did with that info.

I e-mailed it to him yesterday,
and we haven't spoken since.

Yesterday.

Yeah, first thing
in the morning.

Why?

When did the things
you're talking about happen?

Chantal Milner was attacked
three nights ago.

Roy Booker was killed
the night after that.

Feel free to read my e-mails.

At the risk
of stating the obvious,

there's no way
Mr. Ukhov did what you said.

He didn't even know
who Roy Booker was

until the morning after
the guy was dead.

And Tommolino's story
checks out?

Yeah. He took us
back to his office

and showed us his
browser history:

when he ran Roy's plates,
when he did the credit search.

It all fits.

So, unless this Ukhov guy

hired two detectives
to do the same work,

he's not our killer.

What about Chantal?

- Any word?
- Actually, the doctor called

and said it looks like
she's turning a corner.

Marcus seemed pretty good.

That's good.

So what's next?

Sherlock and I
started looking

into the other divorcés
that Roy was investigating.

We were wrong about
Ukhov being the killer,

but he was hardly
the only husband

hiding millions
from his wife.

So we figure
any one of them

could've gone after Roy
for the same reasons.

So these are Roy's travel
records from the last month.

We've been going through them

to see who he's been
tailing, where and when.

GREGSON: Flights to the Caymans,
the Bahamas, the Cook Islands.

If it didn't get him killed,
I'd say he was living the life.

Well, his local travel
is actually why I'm here.

Now, Roy used a phone app

to log the miles
he drove for work.

It was equipped
with GPS,

so we were able
to see exactly where he went.

He visited
a Chinese herbalist in Queens?

Yeah, that one just seemed odd.

We couldn't find
a connection to any case,

so Sherlock's on his way there
to check it out.

Now, there's also
a bank in Brooklyn

that Roy visited a few times.

As far as we can tell, he did
not have an account there,

and neither did any
of the divorcés.

I called the branch manager.

It turns out that Roy was
renting a safe deposit box.

And you need a warrant
so we can see what's inside.

I think
Judge Riley's in today.

What did you find out
at the herbalist?

Well, Roy wasn't there
in his capacity as a P.I.,

he was there as a customer.

Two weeks ago,
he bought a decoction of herbs:

turmeric root, burdock root,
dandelion and milk thistle.

You're saying that
Roy was doing a cleanse?

Yeah, I am.

And that mean anything?

I'm not sure yet.

(Gregson whistles)

Looks like about
a hundred grand in here.

WATSON: These are some of the
divorcés that Roy was following.

Including Ukhov.

And presumably
the accounts he uncovered

where they were
hiding their money.

Why these names on this list?

Think Roy wasn't telling
anyone what he found?

He was blackmailing them
instead,

and one of them
killed him to put a stop to it?

I don't think so.

You asked whether Roy's cleanse

has anything to do
with this case.

I have to confirm a few things,

but if I'm right,
the answer's yes.

And I think I know
who killed him.

Thank you so much for
meeting me here, Mrs. Ukhov.

I know that coming to your
soon-to-be ex-husband's office

is not your idea of fun,

but as will soon become clear,
it was absolutely necessary.

Please.

I still don't get
how you were so sure

Fyodor wouldn't be here.
Hmm.

Well, that's a story I'm
sure you would appreciate,

but unfortunately I'm not
at liberty to share it.

Now, as I mentioned
on the phone,

I'm assisting the NYPD

in the final stages
of an investigation.

A woman, an assistant
district attorney,

as a matter of fact,
was assaulted,

and a former police officer
was killed.

And you think
Fyodor was involved?

Only indirectly.

But it's information on him
that we need.

Now, in a moment--
if you agree--

you and I are
gonna call a bank

in the Cayman Islands,

and we're going to
request information

regarding an account there.

The account belongs
to a company

which has billed
your husband's company

millions of dollars
over the years

in "document handling fees."

The truth is, these
charges are fabrications.

Your husband owns
that company as well,

and he's using it
to hide money.

So you see, by helping me,
you're also helping yourself.

Go on.

The bank will have
several layers

of security that we will
need to... negotiate.

Firstly, their system will
automatically identify

the phone number
that we are calling from.

Hence, the need to meet here.

Secondly, they're going to have
a series of security questions,

the specifics of which
I can't predict.

But you figure if anyone will
know Fyodor's first dog's name

or the town his father
was born in, it would be me.

Lastly, they're going to ask
for a PIN number,

chosen by your husband,

about which I could speculate
little more.

So this number, we're thinking,

it's something Fyodor
is unlikely to forget.

Something
meaningful to him.

More than I was,
for instance.

Something he actually loves.

You have a number in mind?

I do.

Detective Bell.

Sorry, there must have
been some mix-up.

I told Janine
to bring you to my office.

No mix-up.

I asked that we
do it in here.

What exactly is it we're doing?

This is my associate,
Miss Watson.

Obviously, you're aware
of your own clients.

BELL: When Mr. Holmes and I
were here the other day,

you expressed
a lot of concern about

attorney-client privilege.

So we figured the best way
to resolve that issue

would be to have all four of the
clients this discussion involves

here in this room.

We've all waived privilege
in writing, Ted.

Also, you're fired.

BELL: We found this in a safe deposit
box that belonged to Roy Booker.

It lists some of
the bank accounts

Roy helped you uncover
for your clients

and the balances
in those accounts.

We've confirmed that
all the amounts are accurate.

Thing is, according to
each of your clients here,

you told them you found
way less money than you did.

WATSON: We suspect that
you've been cutting deals

with the spouses you're
supposed to be opposing.

So you lie to your clients
about how much money you find,

then the husbands get to
keep most of their millions.

In exchange,
you get healthy kickbacks.

You "suspect"?

Roy's safe deposit box also had
a hundred grand in cash in it.

Now, you're licensed
to practice law

in both New York and New Jersey.

When you took the
bar in Jersey,

you had to give
your fingerprints.

They matched prints we
found all over the cash.

Roy discovered what you were
doing and shook you down.

You paid him off at least once,

but I'm guessing
you weren't interested

in making it
an ongoing arrangement.

You needed to get rid of him,

but the last thing you wanted
was a murder investigation.

WATSON: You had heard
about all the drama

that Roy and his ex-wife
were mixed up in,

thanks to the friend who
recommended Roy to you,

Ardy Gulbenkian.

So you beat up Chantal Milner
and you framed Roy,

so that when you killed him,

people would believe
it was suicide.

That's... amazing.

And if I'm following,

all you're really basing it on

is that you've uncovered
some clerical errors

and found some money
I touched.

Which, for all you know,

has my prints on it
because Roy stole it from me.

Everything else you've said,
anything to do

with this beating
or Roy's murder,

is pure speculation.

Now, I admit,
I'm not a criminal lawyer--

though believe me,
I know some good ones--

but what I haven't
heard yet

is a shred of proof.

If that was all we had,
you would be correct.

But it isn't.

Couple weeks ago,

Roy Booker purchased a
mixture of Chinese herbs.

They're meant to, uh,
flush the body of toxins.

Some people use them as a detox
prior to a workplace drug test.

BELL: Around the same time,
you ordered a drug test

for all your employees.

It occurred to Mr. Holmes

that Roy might've been using
the herbs for that purpose,

because it came up
in his autopsy

that he'd been
smoking pot.

This is a
signed affidavit

from the lab tech who
administered the test,

saying that you slipped
him a thousand bucks

in exchange for
Roy's urine.

You're a quick thinker,
Mr. Winthrop.

But I'd love to hear you
explain that.

Hello.

Catch you at a good time?

Yeah, come in.

So I hear Chantal's improving.

Yeah, I just
came from there.

She's, uh,
she's conscious.

Talking a little,
sleeping a lot.

It's gonna be a long road,
but it looks good.

Doctors are running some tests,

so I figured
I'd give them some space.

Look, I just came by
to say thanks,

for being my eyes and
ears the last few days.

And to let you know that I'm...
I'm gonna talk to someone.

About all this
stuff that came up,

that I obviously hadn't
been dealing with.

I'm not sure who,
but I'm asking around.

I don't presume to know the
details of what your father did

to you and your family.

But, um, I-I've seen enough
parental abuse

to know that one thing's
always the same.

When someone whose job it is to
nurture you hurts you instead,

it-it can't help but have a
profound and-and lasting effect

on your sense of who you are.

I-I stopped you
from beating Ukhov

because I didn't want you
to throw away your career,

but more importantly, I didn't
want you to throw away yourself.

I mean, I-I might be
this extraordinary detective,

but you are
an extraordinary man.

And-and that's
a far more precious thing.

Isn't it?

♪ ♪

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I'm sorry, what?

Have you ever eaten ants?

There's this new restaurant

I was going to try.

It's, uh, insect-based cuisine.

I hear the silkworm soup
is a must.

Best I can promise is
I'll watch.

I mean, I'll try to watch.

Great.

♪ ♪

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