All language subtitles for Elementary 6x15 - How to Get a Head.AVS.en-en

Previously on Elementary:

Detective Marcus Bell?

Deputy Strider Lincoln,
U.S. Marshals Service.

My bosses hear good things about you.

They'd like you to consider

putting in an application.

I'll think about it.

You're too good a detective.

So I want something better for you.

Something... something more.

If you decide to see
this thing through,

I'd be so proud of you.

I put in my application
to the Marshals Service.

I report to training
at Glynco in six months.

Six months notice.

That's more than fair.

Detective Grimes.

Holmes.

- Didn't know you were into scuba.
- I'm not.

I needed this equipment
to check on some pig carcasses

I submerged in several bodies
of water outside the city.

I'm doing an experiment in taphonomy.

It's the study of how organisms decay.

I didn't hurt any of the pigs.

They were dead when I got them,
in case you were wondering.

I have to go to work.

We'll talk soon, okay?

Returning to the scene of the crime?

What are you talking about?

Crossed paths with
Detective Grimes downstairs.

Yeah, well, I had dinner

with him last night,
and one thing led to another.

"One thing" often does.

Need I remind you
we had plans for that man?

- No.
- So you do realize

how sleeping with him
could affect those plans?

Sure, but... No buts.

I thought you weren't even into Grimes.

I'm not.

- Then what's the big deal?
- The big deal

is that you have effectively
taken a player off the board,

so we should have discussed it first.

I'm not gonna call you
every time I'm gonna have sex.

If you're worrying about
inconveniencing me, don't.

What's one phone call
every two to three years?

The other day, I thought we agreed

that Lena Romero was our top choice.

We did. In point of fact,
I was planning to bring her

to the captain's attention
this morning.

With your approval, of course.

Sure.

Excellent.

In the meantime,

just do your best
not to sleep with her.

The last time I saw Irma

was just after 6:00 last night.

My girls have been threatened before,

but I never thought
anybody would kidnap one.

Now, just so we're clear, ma'am,

Irma is one of your chickens?

Some people didn't like
that we were here.

They said this was a community garden,

not a community farm, but I told them...

the commercial egg farming
industry is a mess.

The way they treat their chickens...

it's a disgrace.
If I'm going to eat eggs,

I want to know they came from
chickens that were loved.

Chickens that were happy.

I'm assuming the threats you mentioned

came from your neighbors.

One neighbor, really.

And it wasn't a threat
so much as a complaint.

Mr. Bembenek.
That's his plot over there.

He thought the girls were noisy.

If he is the one who has Irma,

I don't even want to press charges.

I just want her back.
Ma'am, when we pulled up,

you offered some water
from your apartment.

Can we still take you up on that?

Of course.

I'll be right back.

I'm gonna go out on a limb
and say you found Irma.

Yeah. Someone cut her head off.

11 George to Central.

Be advised we have the victim
of a homicide at this location.

Please have a patrol supervisor
and the squad respond.

11 George, copy that.

You called in the squad for a chicken?

She's not the only one
missing her head.

? Elementary 6x15 ?
How to Get a Head

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@elder_man

Victim's name was Gabriel Rojas.

How do we know?

His wallet was in his pocket.

He was a professor of religion

at Jackson Heights Community College.

It's a city job, so they had
his fingerprints on file.

Good thing, too.
'Cause whoever cut off his head

took it with them when they were done.

Says the cause of death is unknown.

Lack of blood loss indicates

he was killed
before he was decapitated.

Negative tox screen and the absence

of any other wounds makes me think

head trauma, probably bullet

or blunt object.

We won't know for sure

until the head turns up.

If it turns up.

You said the murder
appeared occult in nature.

Medicolegal investigator spotted this

jammed into the stump

when she reported to the scene.

It's a chicken head.

There were also some melted candles

around the body.

Does that mean necessarily
that the killer

was performing some sort of ritual?

No, but it's weird.

The killer was, in all
likelihood, performing a ritual.

The ritual of obfuscation.
Criminals have, for centuries,

used occult rites and
symbols to distract

law enforcement from the
true nature of their crimes.

I myself worked a string
of murders in Brixton

where four vagrants,
poisoned with strychnine,

were found with Communion wafers

nailed to their foreheads.

So, while the police
rounded up the local Satanists,

I realized that the actual killer was

a vicar's wife who had taken out

insurance policies on the lot of them.

I don't know.
Richard Ramirez drew pentagrams

on all of his victims' houses,

and he wasn't trying
to obfuscate anything.

So, where is the chicken's body?

Lab.

It put up a fight before it died.

There was blood on its talons

that we think came from the killer.

Any luck, his DNA is in the system.

Captain says there's
someone at the precinct

who's pretty sure this was
a legit occult murder.

Painted face, stovepipe hat?

String of shrunken heads
around his neck?

No. Guy isn't a witch doctor.

He's a New York City councilman.

I appreciate you taking
the time to meet me.

Gabriel was a good man, a good friend.

When my chief of staff
told me how he died,

I realized that I had

to speak to someone.

Why is that?

Well, the captain was telling me
you already know

that Gabriel was a professor
of religion, but has anyone

spoken to you about his other...

job?

He was an expert in the occult.

He wrote extensively
on different arcane religions.

Uh, Satanism,

Santeria, Wicca.

Whenever the police or FBI

came across a case
that had occult elements,

they would ask for his help.

He was able to identify, for example,

that a series
of pet mutilations in Illinois

were the work of someone who had read

a passage in a Satanic text,

and he traced it

to the man who had harmed the animals.

Another time, he was asked

to translate markings
that had been carved

into the back of a woman
who was murdered.

The message that he revealed

led to the killer, and he was arrested.

Obviously, you have not

had a need for his expertise
here in the 11th.

No. This is our first occult killing.

It's my 20th.

In my experience, Councilman,
the occult is used,

more often than not, to
distract law enforcement.

The criminals who implement it

want us to look one way

while they shuffle off in another.

In my experience, occult crimes equal

occult criminals.

They truly believe
in what they're doing.

What do you mean?

Two years ago, a grave was desecrated

in a cemetery in my district.

Someone broke into a crypt
and stole the skull of a man

who had died a few years earlier.

That was how I met Gabriel.

I was referred to him.
He thought it was

a practitioner of something called...

Palo Mayombe.

It's a black magic offshoot
of Santeria.

Notable for its pantheon
of colorful spirits

and a belief that certain vessels...

human bones, in particular...
contain special powers.

I'd never heard of it.

Neither had the police.

But they asked around,
and they discovered

that a young man
who lived nearby had once

claimed that it was his religion.

They went to his house.

They found the skull in an
iron cauldron in the basement.

Thanks to Gabriel,
the man is in prison,

but what if he had followers?

What if they killed Gabriel

to avenge him?

So, who's up for a trip to see the guy

who stole the skull two years ago?

- Watson is.
- I am?

Yeah. I'm gonna pay a visit

to Jackson Heights Community College,

see if someone there can
point us in the direction

of a suspect less absurd
than the disciple

of an imprisoned grave robber.

But first, I have to talk
to the captain.

Do you have a moment?

- Sure.
- Yeah. Um...

Would you agree I'm an
excellent judge of character?

Sure.

Well, I recently had the pleasure

of making the acquaintance
of a Lena Romero.

She's a detective out of the 116th.

Now, as it turns out, she's quite keen

on a transfer here to Major Cases.

That's great, but we don't have
any openings right now.

But you will. In just
a few short months,

Marcus will be leaving us
for the U.S. Marshals.

And you've been looking
for someone to replace him?

Well, not just me. Watson, too.

She actually liked
a detective named Grimes,

but he fell out of contention
late last night.

Now, during the course
of her ten-year career,

Detective Romero has been awarded seven

Excellent Police Duty Medals,

five Meritorious Police Duty Medals.

She's made over 350 arrests.

Cut the crap, okay?

You're not looking
for the best cop for me.

You're looking
for the best cop for you.

Someone that'll work with
you guys the way Marcus has.

Watson and I feel that,
in order to do our best work,

the chemistry needs to be right.

I think it's less about chemistry

and more about a willingness to work

with a couple of civilians.

Wouldn't both be nice?

What's wrong with the detectives
that work here already?

Nothing. They are, without
doubt, the best of the best.

They're reflections of
their captain in every way.

It's just...

You annoy a lot of them.

I annoy a lot of them.

Who is he again?

Gabriel Rojas.

He testified at your trial.

He's the one who told police

about Palo Mayombe.

Now, thanks to him, they were able

to figure out that you were the one

who stole the skull from that crypt.

Oh, yeah.

I think he had a mustache back then.

You said someone cut his head off?

You can understand why we wanted
to talk to you, right?

No. Not really.

Two years ago, you stole a skull.

Now this guy is missing his head.

You think I killed him?

What, you think I got, like,

teleportation powers or something?

No. We don't think you're the killer,

but maybe you know the person who is.

Maybe you had followers

back when you were
practicing Palo Mayombe

and they didn't like
what happened to you.

"Followers"?

Shoot. I didn't even have any friends.

That's the whole reason why I did it.

What do you mean?

I had bullies, okay?

Guys beat me up at school
like every day.

I wanted it to stop.

You thought performing some ritual

was gonna make them leave you alone?

Yeah.

But not the way you guys are thinking.

I never even believed in Palo Mayombe.

It was just this freaky thing
my Cuban grandmother

used to tell me stories of.
Scary stories.

I thought that if people thought

I can curse them or something,

then maybe they'd leave me alone.

I told them I took the skull.

I wanted them to know.

It didn't work out.

I got beat up more,
and then I got arrested.

Look, I'm sorry this man is dead,

but I had nothing to do with it.

How went your visit with
the high priest of Palo Mayombe?

Poorly. Marcus and I don't think

he had anything to do with the murder.

How'd it go at the community college?

Also poorly. All I learned was that

Professor Rojas was beloved
by students and faculty alike.

According to them, he didn't have

an enemy in the world,
supernatural or otherwise.

Marcus reached out to a few other

occult experts around
the country, but none of them

knew what to make of the killer's M.O.

They thought that he could be

performing some kind of a ritual.

Or he could just be a nutter.

How'd it go with the captain?

He's agreed to meet
with Detective Romero.

- Well, that's great.
- We'll see.

If she presents as impressively to him

as she did to us,
then we're in good shape.

- And if she doesn't?
- Mmm.

I suppose I'll have
little choice but to sabotage

Marcus's training with the Marshals.

You're joking, right?

Probably.

What the hell was that?

Anything?

No. They ran away.

Too much to hope

we were the random targets
of some oblivious young vandal?

Yeah, definitely.

_

Father Vega.

I'm Joan Watson.
This is Sherlock, my partner.

We work with the NYPD.

We're investigating
the murder of Gabriel Rojas.

You knew him?

Gabriel was one of my parishioners.

He was also my friend.

Do you know the particulars
of his murder?

I know they took his head.

They said so on the news.

There is a rumor going
around the church

that says this had something
to do with a case

he assisted the police with
several years ago?

Cerio Cristobal.

The kid who took the skull
from the crypt.

Yes, I believe that is the name. Why?

Well, we were hoping
that you could provide us

with an alternate theory.

Me?

Yeah.

Someone...

threw this
through our window last night.

I'm sorry, I do not know
who killed Gabriel.

But I do know who the
person who wrote this note

thinks is responsible.

The name is on the bottle.

Champerico Rum?

Gabriel, like myself,

is originally from Guatemala.

Champerico Rum has a distillery
and a bottling plant there.

Provides many jobs,

but the conditions are very bad.

Workers who have tried to unionize

are targeted by the MAGL.

Movimiento Armado para
una Guatemala Libre.

It's a paramilitary group.

"Armed Movement for a Free Guatemala."

Some workers have been beaten
by their soldiers.

Others have been killed.

Now, why would
a paramilitary group care if

Champerico workers
are trying to unionize?

That is a good question.

The prevailing theory is that

MAGL has an arrangement
with Champerico Rum.

They are paid to terrorize the workers.

Not an uncommon practice
in that part of the world.

Whatever the price,
I'm sure it's far less

than allowing a union to form.

So, why would Champerico
have wanted to kill Gabriel?

Gabriel had a nephew
who worked at the plant.

Ivan. When Ivan tried
to organize a walkout,

MAGL soldiers dragged him

from his home, drove away in a car.

He has not been heard from again.

Gabriel, he stayed in touch

with his friends, one of them a woman.

Valentina Duran.

She was exceptionally bright,
exceptionally strong.

She, like Ivan, worked
at the Champerico plant.

And like Ivan, she was determined

to see a union form.

Gabriel and I put her in contact

with an American group,

a federation of unions who does work

to organize labor in other countries.

Two weeks ago, she came
here to meet with them

and promptly disappeared.

So you think

whoever threw that bottle

believes that Champerico
was responsible.

Gabriel and I certainly
found it suspicious.

The police looked into
Valentina's disappearance

but came up with very little.

Gabriel, as you know, has some

experience with criminal investigation.

He decided to look into
the matter himself.

Perhaps he came too close to the truth.

Detective Romero?

Captain Tom Gregson.

- Good to meet you.
- Likewise.

Come on. We'll talk in my office.

Please.

Have a seat.

I, um... I have to admit,

when Sherlock and Joan approached me,

I thought it was a joke.

Two civilians headhunting
for Major Case.

But then I looked into them
and saw the work

they've done here. I was impressed.

Well, obviously, they felt
the same way about you,

or you wouldn't be sitting
in that chair.

You did some really
good work at the 116.

Why do you want to leave?

It's less about leaving there

and more about wanting to come here.

The work that gets done here, it's...

some of the most important in the city.

I want to be a part of it.

You like the limelight, Romero?

No, sir. It-it's not like that.

I'm not looking to shine my star.

I want to challenge myself.

I want to help people.

Speaking of helping...

how much did Joan and Sherlock
tell you about

what they do here?

They broke it all down.

They said they're only here
by your good graces

and they lend a hand
when you ask them to.

So they made it clear that if
this were to work out,

you work for me, not for them.
- Crystal.

They're good... I can tell...
but they are...

they aren't sworn members
of this department.

Your old C.O.,

Moira Baker, and I...
we came on the job together.

- Oh, yeah?
- Mm-hmm.

I'm gonna be talking to her about you,

and if she likes you
as much as Joan and Sherlock,

who knows?

Maybe you got a future here.

Is there a problem?

No.

It's just that if you're gonna
be talking to Lieutenant Baker,

then there is something
you should know.

Something I didn't tell
Sherlock and Joan.

That's Valentina's passport photo.

I gave it to the other police,

but I thought you might want it, too.

You're the one who
reported her missing, right?

My group had arranged
all her travel to New York.

We were supposed to meet
at our headquarters

the day after she arrived.

When she didn't show,

I called the hotel.

They told me she never checked in.

That's when I called the police.

It's our understanding that your group

helps workers unionize
in other countries.

Valentina was coming here so that we

could help her strategize.

The way Champerico treats its workers

is unconscionable.

We wanted things to change.

I have to admit, I'm a little surprised

an American labor group
would be so interested

in helping workers unionize
in other countries.

Why is that?

Maybe because so many American jobs

have gone to other countries.
Respectfully,

that's a very old-school way
of looking at it.

Most of us get that
those jobs are gone.

They're not coming back.

Business globalization is here to stay.

The way to fight it is
labor globalization.

That means pushing to improve
conditions everywhere,

not just in the U.S.

When wages in other countries go up,

job migration is less attractive
to the big companies.

More work stays here.

Ultimately, are we serving
our own self-interests?

Yeah. But in the meantime,
we get to give help

to a lot of people who need it.

In Valentina's case, we were too late.

Champerico has committed crimes
in New York before, okay?

Like what?

Remember last year,

when that grassroots group
was pushing the city council

to increase the excise tax on alcohol?

Yes.

That money was supposed to go

to addiction-focused health care
and recovery support.

In the end, the tax was voted down,

but for months before,
the people fighting for that tax

got hundreds
of threatening phone calls.

"I know where you live."

"I know where your
children go to school."

A few reported being followed
by a car with tinted windows.

One woman managed to write
down a license plate.

Guess who the police were
able to trace it back to.

Champerico.

They said the car was stolen.

The police couldn't prove
they were lying,

so they had to drop it.

Okay, but the tax you're talking about

would have affected all
alcohol beverage companies,

not just Champerico,

so why would they have
taken it so personally?

They're smaller. Family-owned.

The tax would have hurt them
more than the big conglomerates,

so they did what they had to.

Just like they did with Valentina.

That one's one of my favorites.

It's from 1963.

Back then, these were posted
all over the city.

Few years later, my dad passed away.

My mom told marketing to take the devil

out of all of our ads.

- "Sacrilegious," she said.
- That's a shame.

Seems like a good marriage
between pitchman and product.

Sherlock Holmes.

Thank you for taking the time
to meet with me.

Hey. When Morland Holmes asks you

to take a meeting, you take a meeting.

About that. Uh, the e-mail you received

didn't actually come from my father.

I hacked his account.
The message was from me.

Okay.

My father's name holds weight
with all the wrong

kinds of people.
I'm not saying that you were

one of them, of course, but
as the owner of a company

with profits in excess
of a billion dollars last year,

seemed like a safe bet.

The truth is, Mr. Treadwell,

I'm here to discuss the disappearance

of a woman named Valentina Duran.

I'm sorry. I don't know that name.

Next, you'll be telling me that
you don't pay paramilitaries

to crush the labor movement
at your distillery in Guatemala.

Nancy, would you get security
in here, please?

Right away, Mr. Treadwell.

Now, if I were you,

I'd leave before they get here.

Actually, I was hoping to
meet some of your henchmen.

I was wondering if one of them
was the person

who cut Gabriel Rojas's head off.

What?

Gabriel Rojas.

He was decapitated two nights ago.

Left in a garden.

The guy on the news?

Yeah. He was investigating

the disappearance of Valentina Duran.

Um, Nancy, forget security.

Everything's fine in here.

Understood.

You think we beheaded someone
because he was

looking into what happened
to Valentina Duran.

So the name rings a bell, does it?

Oh, you've got a problem.

We didn't have anything to do

with what happened to Ms. Duran.

And I can prove it.

Hey, I was just about to call you.

- Yeah?
- Yeah.

Marcus and I just wrapped up
with the woman

who reported Valentina Duran's
disappearance.

I think Gabriel Rojas was right

to think that Champerico was behind it.

Yeah, of course he was.

Only one problem.

Champerico didn't kill her.

Are you sure?

Yeah, I'm positive. I just watched her

take out her rubbish.

I live here with five
other women from my country.

They have jobs.

I'm still looking. I have faith.

My English is good,
and I'm a hard worker.

You ran away when you got
to New York. Why?

Two months ago,
I learned I was pregnant.

The father and I decided

the best thing for our child was for me

to leave Guatemala and never go back.

There, I was the target
of many threats.

I was followed wherever I went.

We both knew it was only
a matter of time

before the MAGL soldiers

came for me, so...

we made a plan.

I would take advantage

of my trip to New York.

I would come here,
and I would disappear.

Champerico would never
know what happened to me.

Well, I'm sorry to say
that Champerico knows

exactly what happened to you...
'cause they're the ones

who gave me this address.

- -=What?
- Their surveillance was not

limited to Guatemala,
so the second you arrived

at JFK, their people were watching you.

If it's any consolation,

they seemed to be very pleased

that you decided to disappear yourself.

You seem to have saved them
the trouble.

We know you were friends

with the nephew of a man
named Gabriel Rojas.

Were you aware that he
was killed the other night?

Of course she was.

She's the one who threw
the bottle through our window.

This writing is a match

for the message we received.

It's yours, isn't it?

How did you know where we lived?

When Gabriel had died, I looked
for more news on my phone.

Beneath one of the articles,
in the comments section,

one of Gabriel's students said

there was a detective
named Sherlock Holmes

who had given his business card.

Our address isn't on my business card.

I did a search for your name.

I found your address on a Web site

for something called, uh...

ESOOPI?

The Empire State Order
of Private Investigators.

Our address is on their Web site?

So you sent us to Father Vega
because you knew

he would tell us about Champerico.

You think they were behind
Gabriel's murder. Why?

Three days ago, Gabriel found me.

I begged him to forgive me

for abandoning our cause, but...

he said he understood.

He told me he would keep my secret.

He was a very good man.

Now, we thought that Champerico Rum

was behind Gabriel's murder

because he was investigating
your disappearance.

They didn't want him
exposing what they had done,

except they hadn't done anything.

They knew you were alive
this whole time,

so why would they have killed Gabriel?

Because I gave him something.

Something very dangerous.

On the left, soldiers of the MAGL.

On the right,
men working private security

for the Champerico management
in Guatemala City.

Look at the tattoos.

Here and here.

They are the same man.

The other workers

at the plant and I,

we pooled our money
and hired a detective.

We asked him to help us prove

there is a link between Champerico

and the MAGL.

He took the pictures on the right.

When we compared them to the pictures

we already had of the soldiers,

we found many similarities.

Whenever our people are hurt
or killed by the MAGL,

Champerico says it's a coincidence.

But these photos show the soldiers

are on the company's payroll.

They work as bodyguards.

I believe you, but unfortunately,

the quality of many
of these photographs is poor.

Even if it weren't,
Champerico could say

that these men hid the fact
that they were soldiers.

Gabriel said the same thing.

But before he left,

he asked me to send these to him.

He said he would keep studying them,

see if he could find anything useful.

The next day, he was murdered.

That can't be just a coincidence.

Moira.

I am... I'm so sorry I'm late.

Forget it. I know how the job is.

Oh, I thought you would have
blocked it out by now.

So...

how's private security treating you?

Well, I'm expensing this Pinot
in the middle of the day.

Does that answer your question?

Greener pastures, Tommy.

You should think about it.

I get to take my pension,
salary's great,

and I finally leave work at work.

Do me a favor... don't ever
mention that to my wife.

So, what's up?

Why'd you want to see me?

Lena Romero.

Thinking about her for Major Case?

- Mm-hmm.
- That's terrific.

- So, she's got your mark?
- Absolutely.

But you already knew that,
so why are you here?

You've seen her annual evaluations,

and I could've given you
the thumbs-up on the phone.

There was an incident
she told me about.

Happened when she was first
starting out.

She and her partner pulled over
someone on an open warrant.

The partner thought he saw
the guy go for a gun,

so he opened fire.

Turned out there was no gun.

So he planted one
from his own glove box.

And Romero went along with it.

I remember.

She was still green.

Tough spot to be in.

But she came clean.

A week later.

Still, she got in front of it.

And I notice she told you about it too.

Yeah, she did.

And believe me...

that means something.

But I gotta know...
was this an isolated case?

Or were there other
incidents like that?

Lena's creative.

That's part of why she
closes so many cases.

But she keeps her nose clean.

She knows where the line is.

"Creative."

What exactly is that supposed to mean?

And you've turned all the
pictures upside down.

I thought we needed a new perspective.

Because bats have solved
so many homicides.

I have another idea.

Maybe we're not seeing anything

in these pictures worth killing over

because there is nothing

worth killing over in these pictures.

I must concede
that is a distinct possibility.

If there's any great secret
that Champerico Rum

wants to keep under wraps,
I can't imagine what it is yet.

Could be you're right.

Maybe we're looking at this whole thing

from the wrong angle.

Maybe we're overlooking
the most obvious suspect.

Valentina Duran.

Think about it... she's
been living in hiding.

Maybe she panicked
when Gabriel found her,

and then killed him, and then
dumped him in that garden.

If she killed him, why did she throw

a bottle through our window?

Maybe she wanted Champerico
to take the blame

and she knew that Father Vega
would point us

in their direction and not hers.

Or maybe I need sleep.

That seems more likely.

All right, let's just call it a night.

And we'll just look at this
with fresh eyes tomorrow.

This is how a bat
would look at the problem.

Marcus, it's late.
You're either calling

with very good news or very bad news.

I guess that sort of depends.

Gabriel Rojas's head just turned up.

Thought you and Joan
would want to come see it.

Some homeless people sleep here

when it's not too cold.

One of them found this

and freaked.

Which is understandable, of course.

Looks like our killer

was performing some kind of ritual.

Or they're just trying
to distract us again.

He looks different
without the toupee, huh?

So that is him?

Councilman Ledesma.

Captain gave him a call as a courtesy,

and he came right over.

But I bet he'll be gone

by the time the news vans get here.

You know how politicians are.

He won't want any of the cameras

seeing his bald spot.

Well, one already did.

And it's going to help us prove
that he killed Gabriel Rojas.

Detective.

I came straight over
when I got your message.

This is Maxine, my chief of staff.

Pleasure.

You said that there was news

about Gabriel's case?

A lot of news, actually.

But I think it's best
if Maxine wait out here.

Some of what we have to show you...

it's pretty graphic.

Some might call it hair-raising.

Of course.

Councilman. I don't know how much

you paid for your toupee,
but I just wanted

to assure you it was worth it.

Um... thank you?

When you sat here the other day,

your hairpiece had me fooled.

If it hadn't, I would have realized

that you murdered Gabriel Rojas
much sooner.

What?

What the hell is this?

The day before he died,

Gabriel received
a collection of photos.

They were gathered from workers

in Guatemala from a rum plant.

Now, they believe

that their employer was in bed

with a paramilitary group.

Now, the person who gave him the photos

thinks he was killed over them.

That seemed unlikely.

We studied them for hours,
and we could find

little that would hurt the rum company.

But when we saw you in
your natural state last night,

we realized that there were some images

that could be harmful to you.

Now, the person who took these photos

was focusing on the bodyguard,

but they could not help but catch

the meeting that was going on

between the bodyguard's employer

and this man.

The first man, a member of Champerico's

upper management in Guatemala,
arrives with this briefcase,

but when the meeting concludes,

the briefcase leaves with this man.

And you think I am that man?

We looked at your social media.

We know you and your wife took
a trip to Guatemala last year,

and the dates coincide with the day

these picture were taken.

But that's not the only interesting

thing about the timing.
The New York City Council

was about to vote on an alcohol tax

that was gonna hurt
Champerico's business.

You were one of the most
outspoken opponents of the tax,

weren't you, Councilman?

This is crazy.

Did I go to Guatemala? Yes.

But are you really under
the impression that I was

the only man with a bald spot
in the entire country?

Hair loss patterns
are hardly fingerprints,

but they are very distinctive.

And yours is a match
for the one in that photograph.

Your friend,

Gabriel Rojas, recognized it, too.

He saw what we saw:

you taking a bribe.

He blamed Champerico for the death

of his nephew, and he confronted you.

When you couldn't convince him

that the man in these pictures
wasn't you, you killed him.

You hit him in the head
with something heavy.

We're not sure
where you decapitated him,

but you took his body
to a place you knew:

a community garden

in the heart of your district.

Chicken head and a few candles later,

and you had a scene that fit the story

that you planned to tell the next day:

Gabriel was done in
by an occult killer,

not a crooked politician.

Okay.

Let's pretend for a second
that that is me.

You have no proof that there's
any money in that briefcase.

If I didn't take a bribe, I have
no motive to kill Gabriel.

You're right, we can't prove

that there was money in that briefcase.

But luckily, we don't have to.

So, the dead chicken scratched
its killer before it died.

His blood was on her talons.

We're certain that when
we test it against yours,

it'll be a match.

You might not find these pictures

very compelling, but a judge sure did.

This is a warrant to compel

a DNA sample from you.

Wanted to see me?

Yeah. Close the door, would you?

I want to talk to you
about Lena Romero.

I'm not gonna be bringing her here

when Marcus leaves.

Your meeting went poorly?

No. She did great.

She's smart, capable, resourceful.

She's the real deal.

So I don't understand.

Her old C.O. called her "creative."

You know what that's code for.

You've heard it enough.

It's the word that cops tend to use

when they talk about you and Joan.

You two want to search
someplace without a warrant,

you do it.

And then, if you need to,

you claim that you heard someone
yelling for help from inside.

You want the cops to look at someone,

but you don't have cause?

You call in an anonymous tip.

You're angry.

You did a lot of research about Romero.

You honestly gonna tell me
you didn't know this about her?

I didn't view it as a negative.

Of course you didn't.

She's a kindred spirit.

Which is exactly what you
and Joan don't need.

You think it was an accident,

me hooking you up with Marcus
six years ago?

I knew you just like I knew him.

He knew where the lines were.

He wasn't gonna let you
hurt yourself or me.

Oh, he was my babysitter.

Yeah, he was.

But luckily for both of us,
it turned into something

more than that, something special.

Lightning struck.

Now the question is...
can it strike again?

'Cause if it can't,
I don't know how much longer

you, me and Joan have together.

I love what you did for him.

Getting him a shot with the Marshals.

He deserves it.

But replacing him,
it isn't gonna be easy.

We're gonna have to try
harder than this.

For both of our sakes.

No, we don't want to be

taken off the registry.

We just don't want
our home address listed.

It's gonna take a week? Why?

Okay, you know what?
I-I'll... I'll call.

I'll call back. Thanks.

Hi.

I wanted to give you this.

It's money for the window I broke.

If it isn't enough, let me know.

I'll pay you
when I have the difference.

- Honestly...
- I insist.

After all you did for Gabriel...

it's the least I can do.

I'm glad that you came.

I was gonna actually come
and see you tomorrow.

Please.

So, I've been doing, uh,
a lot of research lately

on good products for newborns.

So I went out today and picked up

a few items that I think you'll need.

No, I... I can't.

Please. Now it's my turn to insist.

Hope that's not evidence
you're destroying.

Well, in a manner of speaking, it is.

Evidence of a bad idea.

Couldn't help but notice you and
the captain talking earlier.

Everything okay?

Yeah.

You sure?

Quite.

Well, listen. Chantal's working late.

I was gonna grab a bite at Carnahan's.

- Any interest?
- Home of the Shamrock Poppers.

Yeah, deep-fried jalape�os and cheese

rolled in green bread crumbs.

You a fan?

I'd sooner eat a pig carcass
rotting in a shallow pond.

And I could, 'cause I've got
access to several.

Well, come on.

First round of Poppers is on me.

I'm gonna miss you.

Uh, we should hurry up
if, uh, you want to get a table.

Not according to my watch.

You and me?

Still got plenty of time.

You're not wearing a watch.

Man, you really
are a master of observation.

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