NARRATOR: Previously on Elementary: - The district attorney
is, at this moment, deciding whether I should be charged
- with felonious assault. - What happened?
I beat a former acquaintance nearly to death.
That was my barrister. You will not have to visit me in prison.
- Did you misplace my number? - Some things are better
to discuss in person, like violating campaign laws,
bribing officials, that sort of thing.
You funded a Super PAC that supports the attorney.
Like that, Sherlock is no longer facing criminal charges
- against Oscar Rankin. - I'm willing to go to
- lengths to protect Sherlock. - So have I.
You keep that in mind because Sherlock is gonna call tonight.
And he's gonna accept your help.
[SIREN WAILING AND JACKHAMMER RATTLING]
[O. C. SMITH'S "LITTLE GREEN APPLES" PLAYS ON EARBUDS]
Hey, watch it. Oh!
[PEOPLE SCREAMING AND CLAMORING]
[GRUNTS]
[WHIMPERING]
[GUNSHOT]
Brother, hearken while I tell you what we Masons pledge to do.
Prepared at yonder alter, we assume the Mason's vow.
[DOORBELL BUZZES]
Foot and knee, breast, hand and cheek.
Hearken while I make them speak.
[DOORBELL BUZZES AND HOLMES SIGHS]
MAN [OVER SCREEN]: Dude, whoever they are, they can wait.
- Apologies. - Come on...
- Father. - Sherlock.
Forgive my appearance. Paying a debt to online associates.
- I see. - Nothing untoward.
A hacker collective asked me to perform Masonic chants
- for their amusement. - Best I don't hear
the full explanation.
It was a small price to pay for their help.
Recovered an original printing of The First Book of Urizen.
Oh, the prophecies of William Blake.
Stolen by a hammer-thumbed dry cleaner, as I predicted.
Watson is obtaining a confession.
Why haven't you answered my calls?
Aside from force of habit, I'm unable to.
One of the hackers locked my phone until I finished chanting.
So, what's so important you couldn't leave a message?
WOMAN [OVER TV]: - this scene in the financial district.
We are getting word a ninth victim taken to the hospital is reported stable.
That brings the tally to four dead, five wounded
in Mannahatta Park.
Not a good day to be out of reach.
Why are you here?
- Who is this? - Sniper named Pierre Gagnier.
Formerly French Special Forces.
He's the one responsible for this bloodshed.
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BELL: Shooter picked the right perch.
Management says construction here got shut down a month ago.
A dispute with the law firm that owns it, Zyckner Williams.
Floor is always vacant.
No cameras, nobody saw a thing.
No latent prints on the gun. He must have worn gloves.
I'm gonna go ahead and guess. It's not registered.
Serial number says it was stolen
from a sporting goods store in 2005.
- Dead end. - I had to go through
a metal detector in the lobby to get here.
The bottom six floors are SEC offices.
So security's pretty high. Just not high enough.
[CELL PHONE RINGS]
This is Joan. She's with the building people pulling tape.
- You've got me and the captain. JOAN: I wish I had good news.
Security finished a sweep of the building. The gun
is still the only trace of the sniper.
Any way that he could have avoided
- the cameras in the lobby? - No.
He has to be on the tape. We've been looking and so far,
- nobody jumps out. - Get a hold of your partner?
No. I still haven't been able to reach him.
Well, dig him up. We got a lunatic out here.
And he didn't leave us much to work with.
Years ago, I was shepherding a project in Maharashtra, India.
A large mining company wanted to secure extraction rights
for a promising vein of bauxite. We had a problem
with a bureaucrat who was overzealous
in his application of red tape.
The delay was costing my client millions.
So they asked that I consider certain remedies.
If you're about to confess and expecting my confidence,
- reconsider. - I told my client
that I would never entertain the idea of harming the man.
So I was dismissed,
and replaced not with a rival consultancy,
- but with Reponse. - French mercenary outfit?
That was November, two years ago in Mumbai.
When a sniper killed 13 people.
All to mask the assassination of the offending paper pusher,
singular target was never presumed. He was well hidden.
A pin among so many in a pincushion.
- Shooter was never identified. - Not by the authorities, no.
But I made my own inquiries. I developed a contact
inside Reponse. And they served up this man.
A freelancer, hired to do the killing.
Sadly, I could never manage to interest the local police.
What makes you think he repeated his pincushion performance?
We'll need your computer.
Search for cell phone videos of today's attack.
You know how quickly these things leak these days.
You'll see in the footage a perfectly alternating pattern
- of fatalities, leg wounds. - It was the same in Mumbai?
That such a precise pattern should happen once,
much less recur, is highly unlikely.
I think you're right.
The sniper is making effort not only to hide
his target but also his skill.
Well, I must say I'm impressed.
If there's room on your wall amongst Thatcher photographs,
you may soon hang a commendation from the N.Y.P.D.
You can't share any of this with the police, Sherlock.
Your mole in Reponse?
There's no way to turn this over without exposing him.
I'd expect the group's reprisal to be thorough.
Well, there's been enough blood spilled today.
I'll set to work corroborating Gagnier's involvement,
- and I'll go to the police. - I'd like to help you.
I know we rarely spoke during your Scotland Yard days.
But I recall that you made use of experts in other fields,
- your unusuals. - Irregulars.
And unless you've become an expert in sniping,
I fail to see how you can assist me.
I'm no detective, but I do have resources and contacts.
You're set to profit in India if the sniper is captured?
My former client will certainly lose their mining rights
if the truth comes to light.
And I won't deny that I have positioned myself
to scoop them up for one of their competitors.
That's not why I'm here.
I'm here because four people are dead.
Gagnier was out of the country six hours after the attacks.
We can stand here and talk if you wish.
But I think you'd be wiser to accept my help and begin.
You must be Morland's boy. How are you doing?
Bill Wellstone. This is our General Counsel, Joel Fitzgerald.
Bill, I said there was no need for a lawyer.
In fact, I told you we'd be content
sitting down with your head of I.T.
Well, to be honest, we were fighting over who got
to take a meeting with the Morland Holmes.
I myself can never get enough backslapping.
But I'm afraid our time here is limited.
And obviously, you're aware of the attacks in Manhattan Park.
One of your executives was killed, Ethan Parris.
Oh, the victims' names weren't being given out yet.
I managed to procure a list from the chief medical examiner.
We have reason to believe these shootings were not random,
but rather cover for an assassination.
- What? - Mr. Parris may be the target.
He was the most prominent of the victims by far.
Sorry. What does that have to do with anything?
If it was an assassination, it would be the kind
which would cost upwards of $1 million.
Look, I don't know what to say. I didn't know Parris personally.
But with the report I got, he was a good man.
- What kind of work did he do? - Negotiations, mostly.
I mean, he was heading the Peru thing, right?
Mm-hm. We've got a hydroelectric dam on the drawing board down there.
Ethan was part of the team hammering out the contract.
He was headed to a meeting with Zyckner Williams today.
- Zyckner Williams? FITZGERALD: The stateside firm
handling the talks for the Peruvians.
- Their offices are near there. MORLAND: We know.
The sniper set up his perch on a floor of theirs
under construction.
Wait a second. You think they had him killed?
We would need copies of Mr. Parris's correspondence
with Zyckner Williams and e-mails so we could find out.
- Do you have a warrant? - We're here as friends
investigating the murder of your employee.
I get that, but we're talking about a $2.3 billion deal here.
Turning over all of our internal deal memos, that exposure.
Even under the circumstances, that is a huge ask.
It may only be so much time before the gunman
flees the country, so I'll be blunt.
The value of your dam is $2.3 billion in theory only.
It can be zero if I call certain friends in Lima.
[WELLSTONE CHUCKLES]
Now, that, boys and girls, is how you deliver a threat.
It's far more compelling than a warrant.
Anything you need from Dynastic Energy, you've got it.
Sherlock.
HOLMES [ON RECORDING]: I would prefer a concise text,
but if you absolutely must, leave a message.
Unless you're dead, you annoy me.
The sniper thing is officially a mess.
The captain wants us to comb through security footage.
Call me. Let me know nothing's wrong.
You guys must be some kind of Major Leaguers.
I got an e-mail from a partner I've never met
telling me to get down here ASAP or he'd have me disbarred.
We appreciate you taking time off from your drinking.
Sorry. Can you blame me for making the most of Sniper Day?
It's like a snow day. We all got sent home after the shooting.
Perhaps your drinking is your way of coping with guilt.
- What? - Four people are dead.
Five are in hospital because you couldn't get along
with your opposite number on a dam negotiation.
What are you talking about?
Your working relationship with Ethan Parris turned sour,
and stood in the way of a $2.3 billion deal.
A sniper was invited into your offices to solve the problem.
- You think I had Ethan killed? MORLAND: Of course not.
The black-bag operatives that your firm keeps on retainer
don't take calls from junior associates.
Divulge the name of the partner you turned to for help.
I'll petition the powers-that-be to extend you an immunity deal.
No, no way. No way, this is a joke.
We reviewed the record of your correspondence with Parris.
- We're not here by accident. - This makes no sense.
The shooting made no sense. It was random.
It was made to look random.
If you've seen the e-mails,
if you've seen the deal, you know I didn't need Ethan dead.
- I was kicking his ass. - Mr. Parris was fleecing you
on concrete and overages.
No. No. Because...
The longer you play dumb, Mr. Pruitt, the less we help.
I can prove nobody wanted Ethan dead.
I doubt you could prove you tied your own tie.
Come with me.
Look.
Now, you see that brown tower just to the south there?
That's where Ethan worked.
We went back and forth on this deal.
Any time I went, I walked out the south entrance below us.
And any time he came here, he used the same doors.
That's the side of the building the shooter was on, the east.
Now, if I wanted someone to pick Ethan off,
I never would tell him to set up there, not the direction
he would've been coming from. He'd have no shot.
You're a spectacular liar, Mr. Pruitt.
We've just come from Dynastic Energy's offices.
They're on the river, east of here.
Now, you're talking about the main offices.
Dynastic outgrew that space years ago. Ethan worked
in their satellite offices. Don't believe me? Look it up.
To compare a massacre to inclement weather.
It's a shame that cretinous man wasn't involved.
Detection is an exact science, or it ought to be,
and should be treated with the same cold manner.
- What are you doing? - Attempting to divine the PIN
that everyone used to lock my phone.
Leet. Should have guessed it. 1337.
Numeric spelling of the word leet as in elite.
A standard hacker boast. Why would you care?
- Who are you calling? We can't... - The department.
You're not the only person who can keep a secret.
BELL: I was starting to think you fell in a ditch.
I'm attempted to come up to speed on the sniper attack.
I'm curious about the fatalities,
what brought those individuals to the park.
- All I have are names. - Why just the fatalities?
My theory is too embryonic to share at the moment.
Okay. We got Ethan Parris.
- He... All right. - Not him.
There's Ronda Walley, tourist from Minnesota.
Uh, Steve Sachs was an ad exec who just left a job interview.
Finally, there's Frank Bova.
A plumber. Ate lunch in the park every day.
- Every day? - According to a homeless guy.
Bova used to share his food with him.
Wasn't by any chance the first person shot, was it?
Yeah. How did you...?
- What is it? - There's only one person
who could have been expected to end up
in the sniper's crosshairs today. Frank Bova
ate lunch there regularly. He was the first person shot,
guaranteeing he couldn't scamper off in the chaos.
Someone engaged an international killer
to go on a shooting spree,
spending somewhere in the neighborhood of $1 million.
All to disguise the murder of a plumber from Staten Island.
[BLOWING WHISTLE]
Where are we going now?
I'm going to visit Frank Bova's widow in Great Kills.
You can go back to your gilded throne in Midtown.
I offered my assistance for the duration, you accepted.
Someone wanted to hide the assassination of a plumber.
My path now diverges from your sphere of influence.
Thank you for the doors opened, but I'll take it from here.
Never mind. Our mistake.
There isn't time. You said yourself.
Gagnier fled Mumbai within hours of the attack.
- Why did you send my cab away? - I can get you to Staten Island.
Jessica, dear, I'm going to need you to send the helicopter.
I don't understand.
The cops that drove me down to identify Frank
said this was just some crazy person,
like domestic terror or something.
I can't say beyond all doubt that your husband was targeted.
- But that's what you think? MORLAND: We want to be sure
that the man that did this is brought to justice.
And there's a chance you can help.
AMBER: There's just no way.
Frank had his faults, but we're talking socks on the floor.
He would put empty milk cartons in the fridge.
He never did anything to make somebody wanna kill him.
I'm not suggesting your husband brought this on himself.
Not necessarily.
But if someone powerful wanted him dead,
the method suggests
that they thought their motive would be too easy
to detect without a great deal of window dressing.
And you're saying that he had no such enemies?
He did a lot of jobs down near Wall Street.
Tempers flare when there's a delay sometimes,
but nobody gets shot over toilets, you know?
Perhaps he saw something he wasn't supposed to see
when he was working in those buildings.
If he did, he didn't tell me.
I don't know.
I guess we didn't talk as much as we should.
I know this is difficult.
Do you mind if I had a look around?
I'd like to see personal effects returned to you by the police.
They're right in the kitchen.
You found something in the dead man's phone?
- Oh, you noticed? - What is it?
Confirmation that Frank Bova was the sniper's real target.
It's a hidden tracking program. I forwarded data to my phone.
So Gagnier was observing Bova to determine the spot to strike?
He settled on his quarry's favorite lunch spot.
It's clever but revealing. I might track it back to Gagnier.
I should know by the time we reach your whirlybird.
I need to ask you a medical question.
I wouldn't intrude, but it may well be genetic.
On that basis, I feel entitled. Are you suffering from low T?
Excuse me?
A deficiency, an imbalance in your hormone levels.
Is it what's causing late-onset humanity that you've been
exhibiting since your return to New York?
Is that why you comforted Mrs. Bova?
Was I such a terrible father that you can't imagine
me being kind to a widow?
I'm only asking because it is treatable. It's not uncommon.
More likely that you've never seen me as I am?
Owing to my deficient powers of observation.
You live a life, Sherlock.
If you're not a fool, it changes you.
I don't think that either of us is a fool.
I don't know Gagnier's location. I know where the program was,
and where it first began transmitting Bova's whereabouts.
- We might find a trail. - What's the location?
Not surprisingly, it's somewhere Bova took off his pants.
MAN: I'm sorry, I don't think so. - Would've been two weeks ago.
I'm here every day. I don't remember these guys.
I could have sworn I saw a hint of recognition there.
Just to be clear, you are covering for a killer.
This man, Pierre Gagnier, followed this man, Frank Bova
in here, so he could tamper with his phone.
Subsequently, Mr. Gagnier shot nine people downtown today.
- That's the guy who... - Yes.
Would you like to start again?
Listen, I got no reason to believe this story of yours.
And I don't like cops. Neither do my clients.
You come in here asking for our security videos,
- you gotta get a warrant. - Procuring one will be simple.
If I must, I assure you, when I return,
I will return with the Health Department. I'll get materials.
You will be shut down for insufficient chlorination.
Had you not noticed your baths are fungal soup?
You do what you need to do. Now you need to leave.
Please forgive my son. He misread you.
You're obviously not a man who can be bullied,
but you are a man who can be bribed.
Shall we say $10,000?
[LINE RINGING AND DOOR OPENS]
[CELL PHONE RINGING]
So you do have your phone with you.
Were you with your father all day?
- How did you know? - There were cups of coffee.
One had honey in it. That's how he takes his.
So where have you been?
Your cell wasn't working. There are phones you could've used.
As I said, we literally flew to and from Staten Island.
There was never an idle moment to bring you into the fold.
I felt better knowing the search was fortified
by someone trained in my methods.
You said the captain knows everything.
He knows a version of everything.
What matters is he knows the sniper's presumed location.
Gagnier used a stolen credit card at the Turkish baths.
He used the same card to secure a room on the Lower East Side.
When I called, the staff said he was still on the premises.
The captain will let us know soon enough.
I would've expected you to be a little more exasperated
after spending a day with your father.
- It was interesting. - Interesting?
Well, he was helpful at certain points.
And I could get used to having a helicopter at my disposal.
Eleven thirty-two this morning.
Looks like he walked in almost an hour before the shooting.
HOLMES: You can be forgiven for failing to flag him.
Aside from a martial gait, he does not look suspicious,
and it seems he didn't bring his rifle in himself.
After his arrest, perhaps he will tell us who he employed
to help him smuggle it past the metal detectors.
Your leader broke down the tactical situation.
I got nothing to add to that except this.
The man up there opened fire on a crowd of innocent people.
He's not gonna have any qualms taking aim at you.
Be safe. Now, let's get to it.
Hold up. Hold up, you guys. I got a camera here.
[GUNSHOTS AND MAN 1 GRUNTS]
E-11 requesting 10-13. Shots fired.
I got one hit in the vest. Take the door.
On three. One, two.
MAN 2: Clear! MAN 3: Clear!
Detective Captain, Manhattan South to Central.
I need a 10-13 at 236 Broome Street.
- I got an officer shot. - Damn it.
When I saw him on the pavement, I assumed he'd been shot.
But this graze wound was the only shot that hit him.
It spooked him. He fell off the fire escape.
- Hawes said he died instantly. HOLMES: What's more regrettable?
That he didn't suffer or he couldn't be taken alive.
ESU did what they could. They were taking fire.
This guy had the place wired.
- He saw them coming. - Not implying fault.
I just wish he could've given us what we needed.
GSR on his palm is from what he fired at the police.
There's more on his forearm that's consistent
with the bullets used in the sniper attack.
The only trace to connect him to the crime,
we found a slagged cell phone and computer in his room.
Guy was wiping the decks, getting ready to skip.
You just caught him. Looks like he was pre-boarded to Managua.
All things considered, I'm glad he ended up here.
Nothing else of note?
You guys are welcome to pick through the luggage.
But nothing jumped out at CSU.
Looks like this guy's secrets died with him.
I dated this French guy once. I thought they were all bad.
Three bags for one weekend at the beach.
This guy traveled light.
You can see why Marcus was pessimistic.
All in all, a waste of the tip my father gave us.
You don't care for him much, do you? My father.
Not really, no.
Mm. Is it because he bribed the DA to keep me out of prison?
You know about that?
It was difficult to swallow that my absolution was paid
for accepting a get-out-of-jail free card
for the beating of Oscar Rankin.
Considering the alternative, I made peace with it.
I don't understand why he would tell you what he did.
We agreed you didn't need to know.
- Oh, he never said a word. - Then how did you?
I've had a lifetime observing Morland Holmes.
There's little he can do to surprise me.
I admit, my grasp of the finer points of his personality
seem ripe for reconsideration.
What does that mean?
I've been poisoning your opinion of the man for years.
Now that he's in our orbit, you draw your own inferences.
Find something?
Yeah.
See this Sudoku?
The handwriting is a match for Gagnier's other notes,
but the puzzle is filled out completely wrong.
Yeah. Little chance Gagnier could be this innumerate.
You think it's some sort of code?
Well, I think the last 13 digits are a bank account,
and the first seven are a Swiss routing number.
Always wisest to commit secret accounts to memory,
that's if you want them to stay secret.
Gagnier should've taken some ginkgo biloba
- and honed his memorization. - Doesn't much matter now.
If that's his account, everything stays secret.
You're right and you're wrong. Bank is in Geneva.
Wouldn't bend privacy rules for American law enforcement.
- But for my father's friends... - Seriously?
As I said, ripe for reconsideration.
To be clear, Morland, nobody at Interpol knows what I have done.
You certainly did not get that from me.
Well, if you can trust us to keep that under our hats,
why not trust us with these redacted bits?
Without the authorizing signatures,
this report is less revealing than we'd hoped.
Credit Suisse has limits. I pushed as hard as I was able.
You have what they gave me.
YJN Incorporated sent Gagnier $750,000 American last week,
the initial deposit to open the account.
Another 750 hit the wire yesterday.
An hour after Bova and three others were dead.
The shooter won't be the only one well-compensated
for getting the job done.
Truly above and beyond this time, Agent Muller.
I went a bit further, actually, looked into YJN for you.
It is, of course, a shell entity.
It turns out to be an owned subsidiary of Dynastic Energy.
That's interesting.
You have our thanks and deepest confidence, Lukas.
What do I not know about Dynastic Energy?
- You didn't tell her? - Didn't seem relevant yesterday.
Had a false start at Dynastic.
We didn't realize it at the time.
Executives we spoke to were happy to answer questions.
But we were asking about the wrong target.
There can't be more than a dozen people there
that could funnel funds in this manner.
I imagine one of them won't like hearing the name Frank Bova.
So, what's all this about?
I gave you everything that we had on Ethan Parris.
And now I'm sitting in, what? What do you call this room?
We call it Interview 1. Just a good, quiet place to talk.
Okay. Maybe I've just seen too many movies.
Perhaps that's how you became so desensitized to violence.
I think you ought to tell me what this is right now.
I guess I'd say it's the end of the line.
It's your last chance to start making this easier for yourself.
HOLMES: When my father and I visited with you yesterday,
we knew only the method of the madness in Manhattan Park.
Not the target, nor the author of the attack.
You paid a French sniper with Dynastic Energy funds,
to kill Bova in a manner which would conceal your motive.
And what exactly was my motive?
Jealousy, Mr. Fitzgerald.
It's as simple as the crime was complex.
We found the tracking software the sniper put on Bova's phone.
It helped him find a target-rich environment
with which to mask the ill intent of a cuckolded husband.
- And that would be me? - The software he mentioned,
it shows Bova going to a motor lodge
out near your place in Westchester last week.
He went there to meet your wife.
Seems they really hit it off
after he renovated your bathroom a couple of months ago.
And hitting it off every few days ever since...
That's not true. I mean, yes, this guy worked at our house,
but that's a coincidence. That's nothing.
The rest is you slandering my wife.
And you're close to a defamation lawsuit.
I'm sorry, Mr. Fitzgerald,
but defamation only applies to statements that aren't true.
- I'm gonna kill her. - What was that?
- I'm gonna kill her. - You can't threaten people.
- Sit down. - You don't get to show me this.
And then tell me what to do. I'm gonna kill the bitch.
I'm gonna kill her. I'm fine. I'm gonna... Okay.
If that's an act, he's one hell of a liar.
He's a highly-paid lawyer. It'd be remarkable if he wasn't.
We need him to say he did it.
I don't see a judge letting redacted paperwork into trial.
- We can't explain how we got it. - Not yet.
It will be simpler once Dynastic opens their books.
- Why would they do that? - Honestly,
I don't think my father is gonna give them much choice.
All right. Just get it to me before Tokyo opens.
And let's get Grant Felgner on the line before I'm out of here.
WOMAN [OVER INTERCOM]: Absolutely.
But first, sir, Morland Holmes has come to see you.
All right, send him in.
Morland. What brings you back?
Nothing good, I'm afraid.
I'm sure you're trying to get home, so I'll be direct.
My son and I found a paper trail between the sniper
and YJN Incorporated, one of your firm's tax havens.
I know what it is. What are you trying to tell me?
We believe that Joel Fitzgerald authorized the transaction.
His wife was sleeping with one of the shooting victims.
- What do they have on him? - Not quite enough at the moment.
But if you would cooperate with the N.Y.P.D.
And provide the paperwork that shows his signature,
then I'm sure you'll weather the storm just fine.
No, I'm sorry. I'm not gonna do that to his family.
We'll handle it internally. He'll step down.
Four people are dead, Bill.
Five more were maimed.
And that's a tragedy, but I'm not gonna inflict another one
on his wife and kids. Not if I don't have to.
You're right. The police do lack the leverage
to compel a full financial disclosure,
but as I said the other day, I do possess that leverage.
That is, if you still want to build a two-billion-dollar dam.
If that's the way it's gonna be, then so be it.
Call whoever you want. I'm gonna protect my people,
and I don't like being threatened in my office.
You're not worried about Joel Fitzgerald.
You're worried about yourself.
You would never let a ten-figure deal evaporate
to spare a lawyer on your staff,
but to keep yourself out of prison,
no price would be too high.
You hired the sniper yourself.
- Why would I do that? - Oh, I've heard the rumors.
You make a sport of pursuing your employees' wives.
It's unseemly, but not altogether uncommon,
but it certainly put you in a spot here.
What do you want?
This is a shakedown, isn't it? You don't have any proof.
You're not going to dig any up, you just have the story that
you want me to hear that you pulled out of quiver.
And it's a good one, but what do you want?
You want a piece of our offshore business?
You want a pair us up with somebody in Ukraine?
You can forget about us pulling back in the Jordan Valley.
I'm sure I'll do plenty of business
with Dynastic Energy in the future, Bill.
But I'd prefer to wait until there's someone I can trust.
It won't be long.
When I first met Bill Wellstone, he was working to open
the Tengiz pipeline in Kazakhstan 2001.
Even then he had a reputation of hunting prey close at hand,
married or not.
Fitzgerald's wife wasn't just cheating on him with a plumber.
She'd previously had an affair with his boss.
That's why Fitzgerald acted the way he did. He didn't know.
A cheating spouse is a time-honored motive.
Cheating mistress, that's more tenuous.
Fidelity cannot be expected if you yourself are the other man.
Or in this case another man.
He could have seen her as his soul mate for all we know.
If you're right, she no longer felt the same.
She reconsidered what she wanted from an extramarital outlet,
moved on from cuckolding her husband to the enjoyment
of bedding a blue-collar stud.
Enter Frank Bova, literally.
You think we'd be better off starting fresh in the morning?
Men require less sleep than women.
It's generally true. We use more of our brains during the day,
but I didn't think you'd assume that applied to you.
You've been up since the second day of our last case.
I'll rest when I discover the moment the rifle was smuggled.
If Gagnier used an accomplice,
do you think that person's gonna tell us something?
A long shot that such person would know of his involvement.
It's a long shot that person exists at all.
I'm certain that they do. Almost finished rewinding the tape
from the moment Gagnier entered,
to the day that Frank Bova's lunch routine became known.
It does not appear that he set foot in the building
before the day of the attack.
But he could have shipped the gun to someone in the building.
Risky. There was once an anthrax scare at 46 Liberty Square.
Their mailroom is tight as a drum.
And yet someone smuggled this gun
and these bullets past the detectors in the lobby.
Watson, I'm either hallucinating from lack of REM sleep,
or that is a blade of grass.
You're not seeing things.
Would you say that was velvet bent grass?
That, I couldn't tell you.
Velvet bent grass, not a particularly hearty variety.
It requires fertile soil, near constant watering, and yet,
it remains a favorite of golf-course designers.
- So maybe Gagnier was a golfer. - Him, or his accomplice.
That's you on the right, is it not, Mr. Wellstone?
Confirm you see the time, 12:09, on the day of the attack.
We can see that's Mr. Wellstone, and we know how to read clocks.
If you have substantive questions, ask them,
unless you just wanted us to watch him walking around.
He's not playing the back-nine at Bethpage.
That's your client smuggling a Nemesis Takedown rifle
into 46 Liberty Square.
Twenty minutes later, the sniper he hired used the same gun.
- Hold on. You're alleging... - Conspiracy, murder,
aiding and abetting. Don't worry.
We'll provide helpful documents when we're done here.
Someone had to have left the gun for Gagnier before he arrived,
only that's not what happened.
It was bold of you to send him up to wait empty-handed,
especially given the strictures of the timeline,
but you knew you could pass security any time you wanted,
with your golf buddy, the building's owner.
After you wrapped up, you took the elevator up.
You met up with your other buddy and you gave him everything.
Bill, don't say a word.
You're doing a very good job, Mr. Adler.
Your client is prone to sleeping with his lawyers' wives.
That video doesn't prove anything. I told you before,
we're in negotiations with Zyckner Williams.
I gave one of their guys a gift to butter him up.
A pricey new set of clubs.
The deal we're hammering out, it's big.
It's quite massive, actually.
It's one of the reasons your adversaries at Williams
were willing to assist us.
Helping expose you gives them leverage over Dynastic Energies.
They gave us the golf bag without a warrant.
It's been in the office of a vacationing partner.
The Nemesis rifle was too big to fit with all the other clubs.
Gagnier had to disassemble it to get it to fit.
If he hadn't, security might have seen it.
Because he did, he smeared oil against the inside of the bag.
There were traces that matched the rifle he used.
Zyckner Williams has possessed that bag for how long? Who's...?
Who's to say they didn't dab oil to frame your client?
You can try that at trial, I guess.
But you're gonna have a lot harder time
countering Sarah Fitzgerald's testimony.
Now that her husband is leaving and you killed her boyfriend,
she's ready to talk about your affair.
If you thought you were angry about the breakup,
just wait till she takes the stand.
Lukas, I hope you don't mind I started without you
- when the flight was delayed. - It's fine.
Have the place to ourselves, I see.
So, what's so important that you had to cross an ocean?
Five million euros, Morland,
that's what I want you to pay me.
I'm afraid I don't understand.
Do you think I don't really know what's going on?
This business with your son?
Do you expect me to believe you're here to help him?
Five million euros or I pay him a visit,
and I warn him of the danger.
There is no danger, Lukas.
So you won't mind if I speak with him.
Did you know you had a predecessor, Lukas? At Interpol.
Another friend of mine,
and someone I could turn to when I needed assistance.
His name was Jasper De Clerq.
We had a long and prosperous relationship
until one day, he decided it wasn't quite prosperous enough.
My God, Morland, his children found him.
They were meant to.
Tell me, Lukas, how are your daughters?
Go back to Paris.
Go back tonight and both of us will forget
we ever had this conversation.
I'm sorry, Morland. I'm very sorry.
Lukas,
call me Mr. Holmes.
Ripped & Corrected By mstoll