Previously on Elementary:
This belongs to Jonathan Bloom. He was here two nights ago.
You like young women who'll do what you want for a fix.
Women who, on one or two occasions
have just never been seen again.
- People don't break plans. - People don't. My father does.
Dad never shows.
You didn't fall last night. So now, I have to give you a push.
It's good stuff.
It's been three days. I thought you might be ready to talk.
Your father called. He found out about what happened.
He's gonna be here tomorrow.
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Whose phone is that?
Mine. Sorry, I forgot.
Is this seriously all we're going to do today?
- Have something better to do? - No.
But usually when you call us, we have fun.
- This is not fun. - Well, it could be worse.
It could be 1927, and your name could be Ruth Bixby.
Yours could be May Smith.
One of them let a killer into this very apartment.
He was never identified.
So, what, this is gonna help you catch him?
Well, he's almost certainly long dead.
Re-creating this crime scene might help me ratchet in
on one of several suspects.
Justice is like an orgasm, it can never come too late.
Don't you get enough of this at work?
Relationship with the department is complicated at the moment.
Complicated how?
Several days ago, I used heroin.
That was after I beat a former acquaintance nearly to death.
What happened?
He upset me, so I fractured his skull repeatedly.
Broke several of his ribs, lacerated his spleen.
The district attorney is, at this very moment deciding
whether or not I should be charged with felonious assault.
If I am, good chance I'll be sent to prison.
So if you don't mind,
I'd like to complete this experiment while I still can.
Okay.
Sherlock, it's me again. Your father is gonna be here.
You said you'd be here. Call me back.
- Hey. - Morning.
I was in the neighborhood.
That's so sweet. Please, come in.
Is Holmes here?
No, he got up early to work on a project
but he'll be back soon.
Kind of figured you'd be with him all the time right now.
Well, I'm not his sober companion anymore.
So if he's gonna stay clean, he has do the work himself.
- He gets that. - You two finally talked?
Last night. It was good.
I mean, he's disappointed and embarrassed.
He's not the same person he was when he got sober before.
He believes in the program. He knows it can help.
- He's been going to meetings? - Every day.
You know, when it happened, when he finally called us
to tell us where he was, and where Oscar Rankin
and his sister were, I've never seen him so rough.
He... He said he'd come see me.
- We'd talk about it. - He will when he's ready.
- Heard anything from the DA? - I put in a good word,
told them all the good Sherlock's done,
but the department's had a rough year.
There's a perception out there that we go too easy on our own.
If the city wanted to make an example, he's the candidate.
He works with the police, but he isn't police.
The DA could come down as hard as he wants on him,
not worry about the PBA making a fuss.
Watson, a thousand apologies.
I just received your many voicemails.
I am tumescent with questions about your meeting with my dad.
So was he everything you'd imagined?
Was he driven here? Or did he arrive in black smoke?
- He didn't show up, did he? - What is wrong with him?
Why would he tell he's gonna be someplace and not show up?
He doesn't tell people, Watson, he tells me.
You're angry. Don't be angry.
The longer he forgets I exist, the longer we keep our home.
You think he's gonna come just to kick us out?
You recall his terms with regards to the brownstone.
I use, I end up on the streets. I used.
Was the captain here? Or have you been wearing his cologne?
He brought us some food. He wanted to let you know,
he was thinking about you.
- So how was your day? - It was productive.
Went to a meeting, then another.
Saw some old friends.
- I also heard from Alfredo. - And?
Recuperation is going well. He'll be back next week.
He doesn't hold the Oscar business against me,
which I think is quite sporting.
I also narrowed down the number of prisons
I might be sent to if the DA convicts me
of felonious assault.
Each one of them, I'm happy to report, has a recovery program.
- So I shan't want for meetings. - Rankin kidnapped Alfredo.
- And he tortured you. - Not physically.
Doesn't matter. You're not going to prison.
A week ago, you'd have said I'd never relapse.
No, I wouldn't.
Due for another meeting.
Mr. Holmes.
- Mr. Bloom. - I know approaching someone
like you on his way into a meeting is bad form,
but so is beating up on a man with his arm in a sling,
- wouldn't you say? - How'd you find me?
Lawyers. Lots of them.
I have a virtual army on retainer, but you knew that.
You've successfully disappeared three women since 2010,
including your wife, so if I were you, I'd have lawyers too.
You kicked up a lot of dust for me last week,
finding that girl who overdosed,
telling the police the drugs came from me.
I'm the tabloids' darling again, talk of every news station.
DA is just itching to charge me with something.
But you know how that feels, am I right?
- Yeah. What do you want? - To hire you.
I hear you're quite the detective.
Unfortunately, I've got a no-sadist policy.
You're right. I can be connected
to the three women who went missing.
My wife, Alicia, in 2010,
and then two girls I partied with.
One in 2012, another a year later.
They all disappeared just like you said.
Yeah, I am quite familiar with your crimes, Mr. Bloom.
I killed the two girls.
I didn't mean to, of course.
They just couldn't take the rough stuff. Addicts.
I buried the bodies at a property
my father once owned in New Rochelle.
2434 Owen Place.
- Why are you telling me? - Because I didn't kill my wife.
Either someone else did,
or she left me and never looked back.
Whatever the case, it hurt me, the things people said.
I was good to Alicia. She had nothing, she came from nothing.
I gave her the world. I deserved better.
I want people to know the truth.
Do you mean to compel me to work for you?
No. This isn't for you.
Then he looked at me like he didn't have a care in the world.
And then put a gun under his chin.
Is that it?
Did he say anything else?
- No. - Sorry you had to see that.
Hard to put stock in anything a guy like Bloom had to say.
But obviously, we'll talk to the New Rochelle P.D.,
get someone out to that property he told you about.
You doing okay?
Is the captain here?
Captain.
Sherlock.
I was waiting for you to finish up with Marcus. Come in.
Have a seat.
Heard you stopped by the brownstone. It's very kind.
- Oh, well, you were on my mind. - Yeah.
Of course I was.
I nearly killed a man, and I injected myself
with a controlled substance.
Me, your consultant.
- Sherlock. - My behavior was inexcusable,
and I do apologize.
You're acting like you did something.
Something was done to you.
No, I chose to use heroin.
That was my choice.
But anyway, I'm far from ruined.
I recovered myself once before, and I'll do so again.
If there's difficult news you've been putting off telling me,
then there's really no need.
- Well, I know, anyway. - You know what?
Whether or not the district attorney
charges me with a crime,
my consultancy with the N.Y.P.D. Has come to an end.
Just tell me I didn't drag Watson down with me.
- I can't. - Captain...
It's done.
The chief of detectives is from the old school.
He never liked the idea of consultants.
What happened,
it just made it easier for him to cut ties.
Everything you've been through this week,
everything you're going through, I...
I was just waiting for the right time to tell you,
to tell both of you.
You know how much she has to contribute,
and when I left for London, she thrived here.
It's out of my hands.
I'm sorry.
Jonathan Bloom is back in the news after a pair...
- The location of the body... - Police recovered
two female bodies from the backyard of a suburban home.
Authorities remain tightlipped about the identity of the two,
but both are considered victims of Jonathan Bloom...
- He's telling the truth. - What?
Bloom. Bodies of the women were where he said they'd be.
The police have yet to confirm, but that's a matter of time.
- Is this what I think it is? - If it's my collection
of materials relating to the disappearance of Bloom's wife,
Alicia Garcia-Bloom in 2010, then yup.
No, I mean, are you seriously doing what he asked?
Are you trying to clear his name?
If by you, you mean we, then yeah.
Two bodies right where he said they'd be.
Jonathan Bloom was a narcissist and a pathological liar.
Maybe he told you so people would do what you're doing now.
Question his involvement in the murder he cared about, Alicia's.
No evidence connecting him to her disappearance.
Their marriage was on the rocks. He was cheating on her.
- She found out. - That doesn't make him a killer.
He couldn't account for one of his guns, a.22 caliber.
And less than a week before Alicia went missing,
he used his computer to find ways to dispose a body.
- He insisted that wasn't him. - If memory serves,
he also insisted he didn't kill two addicts,
he lured into his apartment right up until last night.
A complicated man, to be sure.
I'm confused. Do you want him to be innocent?
- What is that? - Article on the disappearance
of a woman named Maribel Fonseca.
She went missing in Sussex, New Jersey,
the same week Alicia vanished.
Bloom left an impression on me, not to mention some gray matter.
In addition to revisiting my files,
I consider the possibility she fell prey,
not to someone who knew her, but to a criminal
with an appetite more serial in nature.
Like Alicia, Maribel was originally from Honduras.
She's attractive. She's in her early 30s.
I could see how they might've been someone's type.
We didn't even talk about what you saw last night.
- I called you from the station. - Well, we haven't talked.
A bad man let his brains out for some fresh air.
What else is there to discuss?
- Did you see the captain? - We just missed each other.
You and I know that depending on the DA's mood,
this may well be my last investigation for some time.
So, what do you say? Hmm?
For old times' sake?
Whatever happened to Miss Fonseca,
there's no way of telling when it happened. Not exactly.
- What do you mean? - She checked in on a Monday.
Said she would check out Thursday.
Thursday came, and she was a no-show at the front desk.
I went to her room, I saw that she had left her stuff there,
I figured she changed her mind.
I left her a message on her room phone, said it was fine.
Just let me know of the new departure date.
Couple of days go by, no sign of her, so I called the cops.
According to the newspaper article, no signs of foul play.
No, just her stuff. Cops poked around a little,
told me to hold onto her bags in case she came back.
That was five years ago.
So any idea what she was doing in Sussex?
When I called the police, they said she was up from Florida,
said she had no family, worked as a housekeep.
That's all I know because that's all they ever found out.
- Hello? - Miss Watson, this is Mr. Cook.
- I work with Mr. Holmes. - I'm sorry.
- Do you mean my Mr. Holmes or...? - The Mr. Holmes.
I understand you left quite a few messages
for him at the New York office yesterday.
His son and I were expecting him, he never showed up.
Something came up, but you will be pleased to know,
you may be seeing him as early as next week.
What do you mean we may be seeing him?
I mean, the chances are very good. Cheers.
Wait a second, I...
- Who was that? - No one.
Four changes of clothing for what she told the manager
was a four-day trip, credit card receipts,
and a few family photos.
I'm beginning to understand why the Sussex P.D.
Didn't take any of these things with them.
I get why you'd want there to be a connection
between this woman and Alicia Garcia-Bloom.
It's a distraction from everything going on with the DA.
If I wanted a distraction, I'd pay a visit
to Athena and Minerva and thrust myself into work,
more aerobic than crime-scene reconstruction.
- I'm just saying. - I don't want there
to be a connection between Alicia and Maribel.
I have one.
Puberty is still running its transformative course,
but surely you can see that this is a young Maribel Fonseca.
I'd put her age at about 15.
This other girl is Alicia.
They knew each other.
Mr. Cook, I'm Joan Watson. You called me yesterday.
- How did you know where I lived? - I want you to give a message
- to Mr. Holmes. - He has a secretary.
- Several of them, actually. - You're the one who called me.
Very well. What's your message?
He can visit his son, or he can stay away.
What he can't do is threaten to come and then never show.
- Mr. Holmes is a busy man. - I'm busy too, so is Sherlock.
Tell him.
Can a heroin addict be busy? I'm just curious.
I imagine procuring the drug might take some effort.
But after that, it's a simple matter
of aim and shoot, is it not?
What's the hardest you've ever been hit?
- Excuse me? - It's simple question.
Talk to Mr. Holmes, tell him what I said.
I'd hate to have to come back.
- Who was that? - Alicia Garcia's aunt.
Still resides in the same city Alicia and Maribel grew up in,
San Pedro Sula, Honduras.
She was telling me the tragic circumstances
by which the two women came to know each other.
In 1995, when both were just 15,
their families and several others paid a coyote
to bring them out of Central America,
through Mexico, and across the American border.
Several days into their journey, however,
they were stopped by members of the Mexican Escarra Cartel.
It seems the coyote had pocketed the tribute
he paid to traverse Escarra territory,
and was trying to sneak the caravan through.
The Escarra soldiers escorted the group into a ditch.
Realizing they're about to be slaughtered, Alicia,
Maribel and several others made a break for a wooded area.
The Escarra soldiers opened fire.
When all is said and done, Alicia and Maribel
were the only survivors. Several days later,
they escorted the Mexican authorities back to the site.
All that was left was a smoldering pile of corpses.
Obviously, they did eventually make it to America.
The former, through her marriage to Bloom,
the latter, via green card lottery.
According to Alicia's aunt, they only stayed in touch
for a short while after the massacre.
As they grew older, they went their separate ways.
Fifteen years later, they both disappeared.
Do you think the Escarra Cartel caught up with them?
If the cartel wanted them dead, it would've happened.
And as that image attests, cartels are in the habit
of making statements with their killings.
If an Escarra did murder Alicia and Maribel,
it's unlikely he would have disposed of their bodies,
rather than put them on display.
I have to go. An old friend has agreed to procure
Maribel's cell phone and credit card information,
the weeks before she disappeared.
I'm hoping it'll provide a clue to why she went to New Jersey.
What do you mean an old friend?
Why didn't you just call Marcus or the captain?
I'd like you to pay a visit
to a Honduran restaurant in New Jersey
- by the name of Novena Vida. - Why?
There was a receipt in Maribel's belongings.
It indicates she ate there the week before she disappeared.
So you're hoping that she talked to someone?
Her or Alicia. According to my files,
she dined there the day before Maribel left Florida.
Hard to imagine that's just a coincidence.
You're late.
I think what you mean to say is thank you.
Thank you, Mr. McNally, for violating the privacy
of an American citizen.
Nice beard.
I'd tell you what it's for, but then, I'd have to kill you.
That makes us even for London, by the way.
You mean, the moment I realized your agency was about to break
into the offices of a British newspaper.
You called me. Let me fix it. I appreciate that.
- Take care, Holmes. - Agent McNally,
I'm sure you're aware of my recent troubles.
I wanted you to know that if I don't go to prison,
I will be parting ways with the department.
- You hitting me up for a job? - You know how effective
- Watson and I can be. - You're hitting me up for two.
I'm making you aware of our availability.
Yours would be one of several agencies,
that we would consider for future consultations.
Weren't you just saying how all the NSA does is violate rights?
Some of the investigative work you do has merit.
Some of it is even important.
Look, you two are good. I'm not gonna deny that.
You really think any federal agency
is gonna wanna get near you now?
I mean, you nearly killed a guy. Oh, and by the way,
you're a drug addict.
Maybe, and I mean maybe, somebody will throw you
black-bag work, but I wouldn't hold my breath.
- We're not cat burglars. - No, you're liabilities.
On the bright side, you have time now.
Time to get better.
Maybe just what the doctor ordered.
Yeah. Sure. I've seen that picture
in the news the last couple of days.
She was married to that guy, the one who killed himself.
- But you didn't know her. - No. Why?
Well, she drove up here from New York in May, 2010.
She had lunch. I thought maybe she was a regular.
No. Sorry.
What about this woman? Maribel Fonseca.
She would have come a couple of days after Alicia.
- Do you remember her? - No.
Strange, it's like déjà vu or something.
- What do you mean? - I do remember her.
She was doing what you're doing, showing me pictures.
But hers were of a man.
She wanted to know if I had seen him. She was trying to find him.
Did she say why she wanted to find him?
- No. No. - She didn't tell you his name?
No, but I remember he was very tall, very handsome.
I think I said I had seen him in the bar once or twice.
I just remembered because it was so strange,
a beautiful woman coming here,
asking me to look at pictures.
Now, I wonder if I should get used to it.
I brought some food from Novena Vida.
- Anything else? - Yes.
The owner recognized Maribel Fonseca.
He said that she came into the restaurant,
and showed him a few pictures of a Latino man in his 30s.
- Very tall, very handsome. - Did she give the man's name?
No. Didn't say what she wanted with him, either.
The odds are quite good, Watson, that she wanted to kill him.
Alicia and Maribel didn't just know each other.
I believe they were plotting a murder.
Combine Maribel Fonseca's credit card
and phone records with Alicia's,
and a certain timeline comes into view.
May the first, Maribel received a call from Alicia in Florida.
Very next day, she's on a plane bound for Newark.
So they weren't as out of touch as Alicia's aunt thought.
On May the third, Maribel goes to the Novena Vida
in New Jersey. Day after that,
she goes to a hardware store, purchases the following items.
A tarp, two pairs of rubber gloves, two shovels,
and several gallons of industrial strength
drain cleaner consisting chiefly of lye.
Good list if you're planning to kill someone.
All of this, less than one week after Alicia
goes to the same restaurant and someone
in the Bloom household searches the phrase:
"Ways to dispose of a body."
So police thought that was Jonathan Bloom.
- You're saying it was Alicia. - If I'm right,
she's also the likely reason his.22 was never discovered.
It was her contribution to the murder plot.
Whoever she and Maribel were looking for,
I submit they found him.
Only, something went wrong. He got the upper hand,
killed them, and then got rid of their bodies.
It would fit the evidence.
If the media had not seized so immediately and viciously
on Bloom as the architect of his wife's disappearance,
a connection would have been made much sooner.
Yeah. Gee. Poor guy.
I mourn not for him, but the missed opportunity.
This case need never have grown so cold.
So does any of this tell us
who Alicia and Maribel were looking to kill?
No. But the owner of Novena Vida
said they were looking for a Latino man.
The two women were bound by their family's slaughter,
at the hands of the Escarra Cartel.
Yesterday, you posited that an Escarra came looking for them.
Perhaps they went looking for an Escarra.
- Stop it. - Stop what?
Imagining me on a line like that, coming to see you.
Truthfully, I'd rather you not visit me in prison.
- Why? - I'd hate for you to see me
- in a place like this. - You're not going to prison.
- We can write letters. - I'm not writing you letters.
I'll have other correspondents. C, Moriarty.
- That's still going on? - Sherlock Holmes, Joan Watson.
You can see him now.
- I did it. - Did what?
Whatever you came here to talk about. You got me.
You may recall, incarcerated members of drug cartels,
often confess to crimes committed by their compatriots.
They receive a level of protection on the inside,
their families, a level of support on the outside.
Unfortunately, we're not here to accuse you of anything.
Twenty years ago, four Escarra soldiers
massacred a group of Honduran immigrants.
The only survivors were two young women.
Alicia Garcia and Maribel Fonseca.
In 2010, we believe Alicia and Maribel came across
one of the men responsible, and they planned to kill him.
Before you were arrested in 2012,
you were a well-connected New York-based Escarra lieutenant.
So we were hoping that you might be able
to help us identify the man that they were after.
He was tall, 6 feet, good-looking.
He would have been in his mid-to late-30s in 2010.
He may have been a regular at a restaurant in New Jersey,
called Novena Vida.
You're talking about Benicio.
Had to be him.
Does Benicio have a last name?
- Del Toro. - Benicio Del Toro is an actor.
You should know, Zuniga, that Miss Watson and I
did our homework prior to this visit.
We know that your wife and 19-year-old son
reside in Juarez.
After I leave here today, I'm gonna wire them $100,000.
- You can't bribe me, man. - You misunderstand.
I'm not offering a bribe, I'm issuing a threat.
The cartel has been true to its word.
Your family has been taken care of.
Your son is even being groomed for a management position.
What would happen if they suddenly receive $100,000
along with hearty thanks of a known associate of the N.Y.P. D?
Are they as loyal to the Escarras as you?
Would they report that windfall? How might the cartel react?
Would they silence you, your family, your family's family?
We all know how thorough the Escarras can be.
We should leave, banks close in an hour.
I know the names of the four men who did this.
That's all they are now. Names.
Explain.
After the massacre,
la policia waged war on us.
We lost many of our soldiers,
including the men that you're asking about.
So none of them were in New Jersey in 2010.
They were in the ground in Mexico.
I sold you short, didn't I?
I'm going to wire your family $200,000.
You're wrong that the two girls were the only ones who survived.
The coyote, he survived too. Maybe he's the one they saw.
You're telling us the cartel killed everyone
except for the man who ripped them off.
No. A good coyote,
an earner, he's hard to find.
Immigrants?
- They never run out. - Give me his name.
All I ever heard was a nickname.
El Gato.
Assuming we can take Mr. Zuniga at his word,
we'll have our work cut out for us.
We need to find the name of El Gato, a coyote
who was active in San Pedro Sula in the mid-'90s,
and in the tri-state area in 2010.
Certainly makes sense as a suspect.
If he hadn't kept the money, none would have died.
May as well have put a gun to their heads.
Our only hope is the man is as stupid
as his street handle, The Cat.
If he is, he might not be too difficult to identify.
You don't know anyone in law enforcement in San Pedro Sula?
I don't, but you know me. I make friends expeditiously.
Hello?
Yeah.
Yes, indeed.
That was my barrister.
Just heard from the district attorney.
It seems you will not have to visit me in prison after all.
You're not being charged?
Okay, I'm gonna heat up some celebratory leftovers.
We're gonna talk about the women you don't have to write to.
Okay, there's something that you should know.
I lied the other night when I said I hadn't seen the captain.
We talked.
And I was made aware that because of my transgressions,
neither one of us will be permitted to consult
for the department again.
We've been sacked.
Yeah, I...
Sorry, Watson.
It's okay.
Kind of had a feeling.
I mean, we're not cops.
What we do and what they do, it's different.
So we don't have the same restrictions,
so we don't have the same protections.
Well, I have a plan.
It involves another confession.
My reasons for investigating the disappearance
of Alicia Garcia-Bloom were not entirely selfless.
The mystery has been one of the greatest of the last 20 years.
Or so the popular media would have us believe.
Jonathan Bloom's face has been on magazines.
- The subject of documentaries. - If you think solving this
will get us back into the department's good graces...
Not us, Watson. You.
My fate is sealed, as is appropriate.
But you, that, I think there's still a chance.
So when we discover what happened
to Alicia and Maribel you'll take the credit.
- Sherlock... - Glory will be bestowed on you.
The N.Y.P.D., I predict,
will want to say they played some small part.
You'd acknowledge them to whatever degree is required.
Then they will forget that they dismissed you.
- And what about you? - As I said, my fate is sealed.
But that's not what I meant.
Bestow Glory" actually works.
What are you gonna do while I consult with the police?
You know I have my distractions.
- You really don't get it. - I don't get what?
When it comes to what we do,
the only thing that matters to me is our partnership.
So you go, I go.
You offered me a job. I didn't take it to work with the police.
I took it to work with you.
Well, you should know that my detractors
are not limited to the N.Y.P.D.
My professional prospects are quite bleak in general.
We'll figure it out.
We always do.
Yeah, you're right. It is ours. Thanks for putting it aside.
Just out of curiosity, how did a dead squirrel
play into the work you were doing here?
It didn't. Well, not exactly.
It's kind of a long story.
If I find any more of your stuff lying around, I'll call you.
Thanks.
You know, I think the brass is making a mistake, right?
If there was someone I could talk to...
It's okay, really.
And this isn't goodbye. It's not like we won't see each other,
just because we're not working together.
Who knows? Maybe Sherlock and I will throw a party.
Yeah. Sure. That sounds like him.
You guys talked about what you're gonna do next?
We're reaching out to people.
We're letting them know we're available.
Something will turn up.
Things won't be the same around here.
That was a homicide detective from San Pedro Sula.
Most unpleasant fellow.
What happened to making friends expeditiously?
I was attempting to clear up a discrepancy
between our information regarding El Gato and his.
The man took it as a personal affront.
He purports to be a detective, but peddles his skills
in a city with the highest murder rate in the world.
San Pedro Sula averages nine murders a day.
Ninety-seven percent of which go unsolved.
- You didn't mention that to him. - Might have come up.
I've been looking for that.
So you said that his facts and ours don't match up?
He confirmed that a coyote known as El Gato
operated out of his city at the time
of the Escarra massacre in Mexico.
But while the Policia Nacional were never able to uncover
his real name or apprehend him, they claim
that clients described him consistently in 1995.
Average height, jowly, receding hairline.
Well, the owner at Novena Vida said that Maribel was looking
for a tall, handsome man in his 30s.
If the Hondurans are to be believed,
El Gato would currently be in his 50s.
So we would be wrong about Alicia and Maribel,
finding and attempting to kill him five years ago.
You know what Novena Vida translates to?
You've heard me conduct conversations in Spanish.
The Ninth Life.
As in nine lives, as in the number a cat would have.
- I don't understand... - This is my favorite bit, there.
This video went viral in April 2010.
Someone tried to rob you, you fought back,
beat the man into submission. Your employee
posted the security footage on-line.
My cook. He was proud, kept calling me Rocky.
I didn't like it, but it brought us extra business.
We think it gained some negative attention as well.
Alicia Garcia-Bloom saw that video,
and she recognized you as El Gato.
The coyote hired by her parents in San Pedro Sula in 1995,
- who cost them their lives. - What?
That's why she came here in 2010.
To see if it was really you.
You say I'm from San Pedro Sula?
You're right. Fifteen years ago. But I told you.
I never even heard of that woman until she was in the news.
But you do remember Maribel Fonseca.
You said you two talked. She showed you pictures of a man.
Another fiction. She never said a word.
And she certainly never showed you any photographs.
More likely, she came here to size up her prey.
You told me Maribel was looking for a tall, handsome man.
But that was to keep us from taking a closer look at you.
If you were describing your exact opposite, well done.
You have the face and frame of a distressed catcher's mitt.
Maribel and Alicia would not have come after you here.
They knew about the security cameras from the video.
More likely, they pounced at your home.
You gained the upper hand, as you are wont to do.
Suddenly, you had two bodies to get rid of.
But your victims brought their own shovels, tarps and lye.
You could've buried them right there in your yard.
Tell us, Mr. Murillo, when the New Jersey Police
search your home, will they find two graves?
Say they do. It was self-defense.
- You said it yourself. - I did.
I did. You may have killed those women.
You may have been complicit in the deaths of their families.
None of that would guarantee a conviction in an American court.
Emphasis on American.
But did you know that the U. S and Honduras
have a mutual extradition treaty,
that dates back over a hundred years?
This is a warrant for your arrest for the murder
of a competing coyote and his wife in San Pedro Sula in 1999.
If you thought you were an Internet sensation before,
give it a few hours.
So, what do you think of New Jersey?
Just made some new friends.
We told them they could leave our names out of it.
Are you suggesting we become commuting consulting detectives?
Well, it's a big state, plenty of crime. Could do worse.
If travel is not an issue, San Pedro Sula could benefit
- from our presence. - You're kidding, right?
You said you had some errands to run this afternoon, correct?
I have one of my own.
I'd forgotten about the view here.
It's really quite something.
Is that what you wanted, to discuss the skyline?
I let myself in. I hope you don't mind.
It's your property, father, you can do as you please.
- You don't look well. - You look as spry as ever.
My compliments to the virgins whose blood you bathe in.
I see the opiates haven't dulled your wit.
Nor has old age withered yours.
I didn't come here to exchange barbs.
Why did you come here?
Why do we ever meet like this?
You've made a mess, Sherlock.
I'm here to fix it.
Ripped & Corrected By mstoll