- You wanted to see me? - Shut the door, would you?
Have a seat.
My sister is a big reader. She's always got a book in her hands.
Most of it's crap. The kind of books you buy
at the airport and leave on the plane.
Anyway, for the last couple of months,
she has been hounding me to read this.
- The Heart Bled Blue. - You ever heard of it?
- No. - Does the author's name
- ring a bell? - No. Why?
Because it's about two detectives.
One is a beautiful Chinese-American woman.
The other, her partner, is a guy from London.
- You're kidding. - They live together.
They consult for the N.Y.P.D.
Their names aren't Holmes and Watson, but still.
You may not know Grover Ogden,
but he seems to know a lot about you.
[WHIRRING]
I'm not paying your guys to sit around, Vince.
- What's the holdup? - Couldn't get the chipper going.
I think it's jammed.
- It was fine yesterday. VINCE: Repair guy's on his way.
- How long are we talking? - Um, hour. Maybe two?
I got 10 plots to clear before I can start pouring foundations.
Where's the jam?
Probably somewhere between the drum and the cutter knives.
[CLATTERING]
I got it. Start it up.
[WHIRRING]
Whoa. Shut it down. Right now.
FOREMAN: What now? - Look.
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GREGSON: Believe it or not, this used to be an FBI agent.
Or at least, that's what the badge says.
Lab is running the DNA to make sure.
Special Agent Robert Underhill, retired.
His car was found about 200 yards from the scene.
GREGSON: I reached out to the Bureau's New York office.
They're standing by to help, but since Underhill
was officially a civilian, it's our case.
- No Joan today? - She's gonna join us later.
So, what else do we know about Special Agent Underhill?
An exemplary 34-year career, well-liked by his colleagues.
He and his wife Sheila moved to Kauai, 2012.
They moved back to New York about seven months ago.
Assuming this is Special Agent Underhill,
he would've been dead before he went into the wood chipper.
The killer had to dismember him to get him through the chute.
Right, so CSU examined all chainsaws used at the site
and found one with some blood between the teeth.
They think someone used it, then cleaned it last night.
Oleoresin capsicum, commonly known as pepper spray.
We should alert the ME this bag contains part of the face.
- I'm sure he'll appreciate that. HOLMES: So the boot print found
next to his car suggests he drove there himself.
Pepper spray, it's a close-range weapon.
Whoever deployed it would have had to have been close to him.
You think he was invited to the scene, knew his attacker.
The agent was a large man, at least 220 pounds.
So if I was gonna turn him into pulp,
I'd want him close to that wood chipper.
- You said his wife's name was Sheila? - Mm.
Talk to her, see if she knows her way around a chainsaw.
What makes you think she did this?
His personal effects are here. The remains of a wallet, watch.
There's no wedding ring.
And this bag, amongst the skin and bones,
has flecks of latex and foil.
Looks like he was carrying at least one wrapped condom.
So he might not have been ready for a fight,
but he was ready for fun.
Bob wasn't cheating on me.
At least, not with another woman.
The only affair he ever had was with his job.
It was our understanding your husband retired in 2012.
He did. We sold our house and moved to Kauai.
But then he got restless.
Missed his work, missed the city.
I could tell he wasn't happy, so I agreed to move back.
Respectfully, Mrs. Underhill,
we found evidence that he may have still been restless.
The remains of two unused prophylactics.
We separated six months ago.
It was amicable. We stayed in touch.
So you separated but didn't divorce.
I'm guessing that means you're still his primary beneficiary.
You're entitled to his pension, his life insurance...
I had dinner at my daughter's house in New Jersey last night.
Drank rosé, spent the night in the guest room.
Can anyone other than your daughter confirm that?
I took a train back to the city this morning.
There should be a record of my ticket purchase
and security footage from stations.
All right, we'll look into it. In the meantime,
can you think of anyone who would have wanted to hurt him?
After we moved back to New York, Bob started looking
into some of his old cases, ones that he never solved.
He asked a friend at the Bureau for copies of files.
The last time we spoke,
he thought one of those cases was finally going to crack.
- He was closing in on someone. - Who?
I don't know.
He kept shop talk to a minimum after we separated.
If you go to his apartment, you'll find all the files.
They may tell you everything you need to know.
Joanie. My gosh.
It's been months.
- You look beautiful. - Thanks, Dad.
Or should I call you Grover Ogden?
- What were you thinking? - I was honoring you.
The choices you make, the work you do. It's wonderful.
Really? So that's why you didn't ask my permission.
That's why you used a pseudonym. You knew how honored I would be.
- Did you even read the book? - Of course I did.
- And? - It's ridiculous.
Sherlock and I do not run around with guns,
and we don't get into kung fu fights
and we sure as hell do not sleep together.
Well, sex sells, Joanie. You know that.
- How did you know that was me? - Grover Ogden?
We lived on Ogden Avenue. Grover was our dog.
That is how you make a porn name, not a pen name.
Okay, look, I owed my publishers a book. I was blocked.
I've never been blocked like this. I was going crazy.
Your mother comes home from seeing you in the city.
- She tells me about this case... - Did she know about this?
No. I'm just telling you how it all happened.
I don't care how it happened. I just want it to go away.
- Well, what does that mean? - The Heart Bled Blue didn't
get the e-book treatment, which is good for us,
because I spent almost $4000 last night
trying to find all the hard copies online.
You'll contact your publisher and track down the rest.
You can't be serious.
- Did Sherlock read the book? - What does that have to do
- with anything? - You gave your opinion.
- I'd like to know his. - First, you are not friends.
You met him once, at Aunt Vivian's funeral.
Second, he's never gonna find out about this.
He's the most private person that I know.
He would freak if he found out.
Call your publisher, Dad. I mean it.
Typically, I'm averse to color coordination,
but I dare say, it brightens the place up.
- What is all this? - Case files of Bob Underhill.
- You got my texts? - Murdered FBI agent.
Wood chipper. His wife thought it was over one unsolved case.
Marcus and I went to his apartment
and discovered he had been revisiting three of them.
I made copies of his files and assigned each case its own room.
As you see, the library tells the tale of a hate crime,
a church burnt to the ground in 1981.
The arsonist, never identified.
- Think he killed Underhill? - I do not.
Thanks in no small part to the late agent's meticulous notes,
I identified the guilty party. He died in 1982.
This case took longer to solve but not much.
Two-man bank robbery from 1997.
As it turns out, both parties went to jail
for unrelated crimes in the early aughts.
Both remain incarcerated, so they're not our killers.
Finally, the case of a serial poisoner
who took six lives between 2008 and 2012.
I realized that the culprit was, in fact, the brother
of one of his suspects. Only problem, he's in the Navy.
He was on an aircraft carrier in the Arabian Sea last night.
You took cases this guy couldn't crack over an entire career.
You solved them in a few hours. Bad news is his wife was wrong.
His old cases had nothing to do with his murder.
Actually, I think one of them did.
I asked the captain to find out if Underhill
requested any other case files, and it turns out he had.
- Mina Davenport. - You're familiar with the case?
Of course. Kidnapped in 2004. The guy kept her in a basement.
Ten years later, she escaped. It was a huge story.
You saying Underhill worked her abduction in '04?
He did. And again in 2015.
He asked and received copies of her file a few months ago.
Curious, then, they were not among his many other materials.
Her kidnapper was never found. Underhill was closing in on him?
I think the absence of the files requested is very suspicious.
Perhaps the killer removed them from his person last night.
Post-mulching, he used his keys to access his apartment.
Either way, it could mean Mina's abductor committed a murder
less than 20 miles from her home last night.
WOMAN: It's hard to explain,
losing your only child when she's 10
and then getting her back at 20.
People tend to think about the 10 years you lost,
but we could only think about the future.
All the time we were gonna have together after all.
It was a gift.
But we knew there was a catch,
that the monster who had taken Mina was still out there.
We can't be sure he's the one who killed Bob Underhill.
We wanted to know if you've seen anything out of the ordinary.
Any strange faces or vehicles.
- No. Nothing. - What about Mina?
- She would've told us. - Is she here?
She's upstairs with her tutor. She's working on her GED.
If it's all the same to you, I'd rather not bring her into this.
If we're right, Mr. Davenport, she may be at the center of it.
If you're right. If you're not, you could just upset her.
You could set her back months.
We've worked so hard to make her feel safe.
To help her find some peace.
After she first got away,
she wouldn't let anyone touch her, not for weeks.
Now she'll let me hold her hand again.
She'll let me hug her.
What about Bob Underhill? Had you heard from him?
[SIGHS]
I wish we had.
Look, after this happened, I could hardly function.
I was supposed to pick Mina up from school that day.
I let the meeting run long.
I mean, it was my fault that she tried to walk home and, um...
When I could do nothing, Agent Underhill did everything.
He was our rock.
Mina was able to help the FBI generate a sketch of her captor.
She even provided a first name, Keith.
In the months since her return,
has she remembered any other salient details?
Anything that might help us identify him?
- I'm sorry. No. MINA: Mom, Dad.
- Is everything okay? - It's all right, sweetie.
We'll be done in here in just a minute.
Davenports may not have seen Keith around,
but that doesn't mean we can't circulate his sketch.
Even if he didn't kill Underhill, he's worth finding.
Assuming a figment of imagination can be found.
What is that supposed to mean?
That man did not kill Underhill, nor kidnap that young woman.
The description is entirely fictional.
Hold up. Are you calling Mina Davenport a liar?
No, I'm calling that young girl a liar.
She's not Mina Davenport. She's an impostor.
HOLMES: The old proverb says the eyes are the window to the soul.
In this case, it's the ears.
Note, in each image, the depth of the triangular fossa
and the degree of attachment of the lobule.
These are the ears of two different people.
They don't look that different to me.
- Watson? - He's right.
The architecture of the second ear is all wrong.
Mina Davenport disappeared when she was 10.
She grew, she changed. Her body changed.
But not her ears. They grow as kids get older,
but they don't change shape.
This girl could not have grown up to become this girl.
We no longer think Underhill was onto Mina Davenport's abductor.
- He was onto her impostor. - Because of ears?
Six months ago, the first pictures of Miracle Mina
were released by her family to the press.
Two weeks later, Agent Underhill requested copies of all files
pertaining to her disappearance in 2004.
He noticed the same discrepancy. Perhaps it was something else.
Either way, I believe that he suspected
this girl had taken the place of the real Mina.
Presumably to avail herself of the Davenports' vast wealth.
The girl you're saying isn't Mina, she passed a DNA test.
Tell me that wasn't in Underhill's files?
It was. Her DNA was a perfect match for the sample taken
from Mina's toothbrush in 2004.
Funny thing about that toothbrush. It disappeared
around the same time as the test.
The private lab chalked it up to human error.
We think the impostor had an accomplice
inside the lab who made sure to test her DNA against itself.
Then got rid of the toothbrush to prevent future tests.
Frankly, I'm surprised you don't find our thesis compelling.
I find it compelling as hell.
But I also think I'm the only parent in the room.
You know your kids. I don't care
if they're gone 10 years or 50. You know them.
How many of your children have been kidnapped?
I'm pointing out these parents could hardly be blamed
for falling prey to a charlatan.
They dreamt of their daughter's safe return for over a decade.
We want to invite them, break the news as gently as possible.
If they let us take a DNA sample from them,
then we can compare that to the samples from the impostor
in 2014, those the lab does still have.
They'll prove that she isn't who she says she is.
At the very least, captain, the Davenports deserve to know
whether they have a killer living under their roof.
Mr. Davenport, thanks for coming.
Yeah. Of course. You said you had news.
We do, but we thought your wife was joining.
Yeah. She's just right there.
- Oh, you brought Mina. - After you left last night,
she just kept asking questions about you,
and she knows something's up, so Nancy and I,
well, we told her the truth. She was very brave.
She said she wanted to know everything.
Mina, this is Detective Bell.
This is Miss Watson and Mr. Holmes.
Actually, Mina, we were hoping to talk to your parents alone.
Oh. Whatever you have to say, I can hear it.
I never met Agent Underhill,
but I know how much he did for my mom and dad.
I want to help.
MINA: It was my birthday that week.
Not my real birthday, the one he'd given me. Keith.
It was the one time of year he was actually nice to me.
It wasn't until later that I realized
it was the anniversary of the day he took me.
We had just gotten back from a trip.
So this Keith, he was a trucker, and he kept you stashed
in the back of his cab during long hauls.
I wasn't allowed to leave the truck,
but I could look out the window sometimes.
I could see trees, cars, other people.
When I was in the basement, it was just me.
So according to this file, you never had any inkling
what city or state Keith's home was in.
Well, I was so young when he took me
and I wasn't allowed to watch TV or look at a newspaper ever.
The FBI people said that was because he needed me
to be completely dependent on him.
It worked.
So you were saying, it was the week of your birthday...
Keith said it was time.
We started thinking about having a family.
And I couldn't stop thinking about that.
We were on the road. Another trip.
I waited until he fell asleep, and then I went into his bag.
I took out the straight razor he used to shave
and I held it right up to his neck.
- But you didn't do it. - I don't know why. I couldn't.
I got out of the truck, and I just ran
and I didn't stop running until that morning.
And you were in Lander, Pennsylvania.
I didn't know it at the time, but yes.
So then you shut yourself into a gas station restroom
and you take out Keith's straight razor
and you cut off all your hair.
Keith forced me to dye my hair blond.
He had, ever since I was 10.
My therapist said I was reclaiming my old self,
but to be honest, I don't even remember doing it.
I couldn't even tell you what I was thinking.
What you were thinking is you wanted to look
as pathetic as possible when the police found you. Yeah.
You are one of the best liars I have ever met.
And that's saying something.
And small wonder you've managed to fool the Davenports.
- What? - They're still defending you.
They still believe you're their daughter, but we, of course,
we know you are not.
- Mina, we're leaving. - What's going on?
It's okay. You haven't done anything. Everything's okay.
Stay the hell away from my family.
WATSON: Smells like something died in here.
I'd hardly expect elephant dung to smell like potpourri.
It is, in fact, a highly sought-after coffee
produced by feeding arabica beans to pachyderms in Thailand.
It has the potential to further reduce my need for sleep.
- Would you? - No, I had poop for lunch.
You should've seen their faces when we broke the news.
I knew they'd take it hard, but they refused to give their DNA.
We underestimated the hold the impostor has over them.
If they won't help prove she's a fraud,
we'll just see if she killed Bob Underhill instead.
You said you had to accompany your mother
to a doctor's appointment in Scarsdale.
- That's right. - Only you didn't.
You didn't even see her. You saw your stepfather.
May I assume your visit had something to do with his book?
You know about the book?
An hour ago, I signed for a box containing 200 copies.
But I already knew. An associate brought it to my attention.
- You read it? You're not mad? - I did. Should I be?
Of course you should. You're you.
It's hardly the first time I've inspired a writer, Watson.
I am the basis for several characters across various media.
It's one of the by-products of my success as a detective.
I fascinate. This cannot be helped.
You yourself once wrote about me.
The Casebook of Sherlock Holmes.
- When did you...? - I was displeased.
You used my real name and shared my real history.
Your father's magnum opus is the very opposite of real.
Look at Chapter 32, where we make love in Central Park.
Why didn't you tell me about it?
The book, not Chapter 32.
Your stepfather uses a pseudonym
and I assumed you were the reason for that.
[SIGHING]
You seem angrier than I'd expected.
May I ask why?
[DOORBELL RINGING]
Are you expecting someone?
I got your address off the card you left with my parents.
You mean, your marks.
They think I'm at my tutor's right now.
- Can I come in? - I'm not sure you should.
There's no wood chipper in here.
You can frisk me. Whatever you want.
I just want to talk.
You're right about things. But you're wrong about others.
You admit you're not Mina Davenport.
I do.
- But I didn't kill that FBI guy. - And why should we believe you?
Because...
...I can tell you who did.
- Richard and Nancy. - The Davenports?
And why, pray tell, would they murder the man
who worked so hard to find their daughter?
Because he was about to figure out their secret.
No one took Mina. They killed her.
My real name is Cassie. Call me Mina, if it's easier.
- I'm used to it. - You have a second name?
For the purpose of this conversation, no.
There's a reason I came to talk to you and not the police.
- Do tell. - Mina turns 21 in weeks.
Or at least, she would have.
When that happens, I get access to her trust.
There's almost 5 million in it.
If you keep my secret until then, I'll tell you everything.
I'll even be your eyes and ears inside the house.
- You think I'm lying again. - Why would we not?
A couple of years ago, I came across this magazine article.
It was the anniversary of Mina's disappearance.
They did this thing to show what she would look like
if she were still alive.
I realized I looked like her. Not a lot, but enough.
If I studied the case, learned everything I could about her,
- I could fool people. - You'd run cons before?
Nothing like this.
This was big. I had to trick Mina's own parents.
So you came up with a story that would allow
for the occasional trip-up.
Abused, locked in a basement, forgot your past. That way,
no one would be suspicious when you had trouble
remembering things Mina would have known.
My favorite wrinkle was Keith's truck.
You said you'd escaped from it, as opposed to the house,
because, like Keith, the house didn't exist
and you didn't have to worry about leading anyone back to it.
I was never worried about fooling the police or the FBI.
Just Richard and Nancy.
I had this whole script ready, things I would say or do
if I thought they were getting suspicious.
Only, I never needed it.
They treated me like their daughter the second I met them.
At first, I thought I was just that good.
But a couple months ago, something happened.
I, um...
I woke up in the middle of the night
and Richard was sitting there.
He touched my arm.
He said this was something he and Mina used to do.
He said, "You are my little girl, aren't you?"
[SIGHS]
You get it, right?
He knew I wasn't her because he'd killed her.
He was abusing her. She must have threatened
- to tell someone... - You said Nancy's involved.
No one worked harder to teach me about Mina's old life.
She made sure no one else knew I wasn't really her daughter.
That would guarantee no one would uncover Richard's crime.
He lied to you the other night.
The FBI guy had come to the house.
I saw them arguing in the driveway that night.
I didn't know who he was, so I didn't think much of it,
but then when you guys came to the house, I...
He figured me out. He must have.
So Richard killed him.
Two weeks. That's all I need.
You keep all of this between us
and I'll help you get justice for Mina.
Deal.
These are listening devices. Bugs.
Plant one on the first floor of the Davenports' home
- and one on the second. - This one's sort of big.
It's imperative you put both of them near windows.
Make it easier for us to pick up and record their conversations.
- Have I made myself clear? - Yeah.
So why are you still here?
I know I did something terrible.
But Richard and Nancy did something worse.
You won't regret this, I promise.
You're as good a liar as she is. She thinks you believe her.
She's obviously attempting to divert attention
until she can claim Mina's trust money and disappear.
Why give her bugs? She won't say anything
incriminating when she's around them.
Actually, Watson, only one of them is a bug.
- The other is a flash bang. - You gave her a bomb?
It's a very small bomb with a very big bang.
I will activate the listening device
and when all family members are on one floor,
I'll detonate the flash bang on the other.
If they don't call the police, their neighbors will.
We can poke around their house without a warrant
and collect the DNA we want.
Davenports aren't gonna trust any test results from us.
I'm only interested in whether our impostor killed Underhill.
His murder was violent. She would've been covered in blood.
If she carried any trace of it to the house, we'll have her,
no matter who the Davenports think she is.
[INDISTINCT RADIO CHATTER]
[CHATTERING]
I thought you said it was a small bomb.
No, you people are not coming into my home.
Mr. Davenport, we are here to help you, believe it or not.
MR. DAVENPORT: Like hell you are.
GREGSON: Mr. Davenport, I understand
you're not happy to see us, but when a bomb goes off,
you don't get to pick and choose who investigates.
May we assume the explosive was not yours, Mr. Davenport?
- Of course it wasn't. - Then you have our word.
We will not rest until the guilty party has been identified.
[SPEAKING INDISTINCTLY]
I checked the security system. Enabled, but it wasn't tripped.
No signs anyone broke in to plant the device.
Gotta be the girl. What are the chances of this happening
one day after we accuse her of running a con?
Yeah, but what's the upside? She plays the victim card again?
Whatever her reasons were, we should be glad.
We can look for proof she killed Underhill.
That was a bust too. Her bedroom and bathroom were spotless.
Nothing in the drains, the carpet or the hamper.
Kitchen and laundry room were equally clean.
Let's not forget the obscenity of the Davenports' wealth.
By my count, we still have 10 rooms to go.
All right, let's check out CSU, see how they're doing.
It's because he cheated on my mother. My stepfather.
You asked me yesterday why I was so angry about the book.
I recall the affair, but what one has to do with the other?
He was always a free spirit, adventurous.
Did what he wanted when he wanted. I loved that.
Until what he wanted was something other than Mary.
It wasn't serious. Some woman he met at a book signing
when he was still putting his name on his own work.
And then my mother found out.
Well, she's a proud woman. I'm sure it was difficult.
Well, things weren't the same after that.
She and my father patched things up, but I don't know.
I guess I kept him at arm's length.
And then when he wrote that book,
it was like he was thinking about himself again.
Speaking of people who think they can get away with things,
look at the seat. Note how close it is to the pedals.
This has been adjusted for somebody short.
Not Richard, who's 6-foot tall. Nancy drives this SUV.
I know because I saw her keys at the station yesterday.
So you think this is the car the impostor drives.
Look at the brake pedal.
- Blood. - Agent Underhill's, I presume.
Transferred from the bottom of his killer's shoe.
[DOORBELL RINGING]
Dad, what are you doing here?
I have something for you, and I thought I'd drop it off.
Come in.
Wow. Really love what you've done with this place.
I'll tell Sherlock. He can do the same for you and Mom.
- Is he around? - No, he's at the precinct.
We're waiting to hear about some blood that we found.
- Oh, that sounds exciting. - Did you talk to your publisher?
Hey, the wheels are in motion. I don't know the ins and outs,
but suffice it to say that The Heart Bled Blue
is about to become very difficult to find.
- I appreciate that. - Mm-hm.
- What's this? - Uh, that's the sequel.
You wrote another book based on me and Sherlock?
Wait, before you take my head off,
I told the editor he can't have it. It's yours.
I was just finishing it when you came by the other day.
I don't understand. Is this for me to burn?
That's for you to do with whatever you like.
I missed you, Joanie.
That's the real reason I wrote about you.
I mean, these last few years, ever since I strayed...
You know, I know that I screwed up.
I knew it the moment that it happened.
But what I didn't know, what I wasn't ready for
was what it would do to us.
You used to be my friend.
And I ruined that.
The book is just my way of dealing with it.
It let me be close to you again.
[PHONE RINGING]
- Mm. No rest for the weary. - Dad, just hold on, okay?
- Hello? HOLMES: The blood on the brake
came from Bob Underhill.
I didn't think we'd hear from the lab this quickly.
We didn't hear from the lab. We heard from Richard Davenport.
He's here, and he claims he killed Underhill,
and he wants to confess.
HOLMES: Oh, she's told him a sob story. She must have.
Something along the lines of, "The mean FBI man confronted me.
Accused me of all the things the police did.
I was frightened, I snapped."
He's still convinced she's his daughter.
She knew he blamed himself for what happened to the real Mina.
In 2004, he couldn't save her. In 2015, he can.
Well, however she did it, she's forcing our hand.
We charge him, or find some way of proving
- that he's covering for her. HOLMES: I think the choice is clear.
Mina, or whatever her name is,
in a rush to escape a murder charge, has made a mistake.
Accept the false confession and book Richard Davenport.
That will make it easier to obtain his DNA.
We can compare it to the samples taken from the impostor
when she turned up last year. We can show him the results.
HOLMES: A day ago, not sure that would've been enough to convince him.
But now, staring down the barrel of life in prison,
we might be able to get him to see the light.
The DNA was a match? This can't be right.
All I can tell you is what the lab told me.
The girl's DNA is a familial match to Richard Davenport.
According to the report, she's his daughter.
The same results that matched her to Mina's toothbrush.
You thought she had an accomplice, someone on the inside.
This test was done in-house. We put a rush on it.
There is no way she could have affected the results.
Then someone made a mistake. The girl is not Mina Davenport.
Her genetic material says otherwise.
- What about her ears? - It doesn't trump a DNA test.
Richard's DNA was compared to a sample of the impostor's hair.
- That's right. HOLMES: Isn't it standard procedure
to take a cheek swab when she was miraculously found?
It would, but the FBI said she was in such a feral state,
she wouldn't let anyone near her.
They bagged the hair she had cut off in the gas station bathroom.
Maybe she's not Mina, but she is Davenport's daughter.
Well, say he had an affair. Girl was born out of wedlock.
She pretended to be Mina to mess with him,
get everything she thought she deserved.
- That would explain a lot. - No.
I don't like that theory. That's a bad theory.
GREGSON: Why is it a bad theory?
It wouldn't account for Mina, what happened to her in 2004.
It's not supposed to. It's supposed to explain
how a girl we think is a fraud passed a DNA test.
I've got a different theory. Better one. I prefer it.
Trust me when I say that you will too.
Mrs. Davenport, thank you so much for coming.
This is my attorney, Mr. O'Donnell.
Earlier, the woman that you know as your daughter...
- She is my daughter. - She passed the DNA test.
Or at least, a strand of her hair did.
It was a familial match for a cheek swab from your husband.
The thing is, that hair did not come directly from Mina's head.
It was a hair she claimed she cut off the day she was found.
- Claimed? - This was the second test.
We were suspicious of the test she took 14 months ago
because Mina's toothbrush, the source, disappeared.
This morning, when the results of the second test arrived,
we wondered, what if the lost toothbrush really was an error?
What if she passed both tests because the hair examined
- really did come from Mina? - You're not making any sense.
Please.
It occurred to me that if someone had access
to Mina's hair 14 months ago,
then they also had access to Mina.
WATSON: Hard to imagine a woman allowing someone
to take a straight razor to her head willingly.
So we reached out to law enforcement across the country.
We found a report of an assault in Sturbridge, Massachusetts.
A young woman wearing a mask attacked another young woman
and shaved her head.
HOLMES: Not the kind of crime you see every day.
More remarkable, the assault was perpetrated just two days
before the impostor was found in Lander, Pennsylvania.
She'd located Mina, you see.
Instead of reporting it to the authorities, she took her hair.
She scattered that around in Pennsylvania as if it was hers.
The victim of the attack gave a fake name at the hospital.
She was signed out by a man named Norman Ott.
Mr. Ott, it turns out, lived near Mina's school in 2004.
His apartment was on a route she would've taken home.
It's really her, Nancy. It's really Mina.
It... No. I...
- It can't. HOLMES: When the police
paid a visit to Mr. Ott's home in Sturbridge today,
he wasn't home, but Mina was.
WATSON: Over the years, he told different stories about her.
Some people thought she was his daughter.
Others thought she was his wife.
The only thing we know for sure,
she was allowed to leave the house sometimes.
That's how the impostor was able to gain access to her.
HOLMES: You can imagine she's been through quite an ordeal.
But she remembers you and Richard,
and she's been asking for you.
As soon as he's recanted his confession, he'll be here.
Would you like me to take you to see her?
[INAUDIBLE DIALOGUE]
- Hi, Joanie, what are you...? - I'm sorry I got so angry.
Oh, you don't have anything to apologize for. Come in.
Well, I've changed my mind. I'm okay with it being out.
What you told your publishers to do, tell them to stop.
- It's all right. - You're sure?
I read the sequel.
I actually think it's better than the first.
- Yeah. And you made some notes. - Just a few.
I thought we could spend some time and talk about them.
Well, it would be an honor.
HOLMES: Cassie? Mind if I call you Cassie?
I'd call you by your real name, but you're refusing to give it.
Cassie is fine.
Sorry I missed your arrest and booking,
but I've been coordinating the effort to identify you.
To my great surprise, your fingerprints weren't in AFIS.
Of course they aren't. I've never committed any crimes.
- You've never been caught. - Is there a difference?
- So how old are you? Really? - Fifteen.
No, wait.
Twenty-five.
Or maybe it's some other number.
My colleagues showed your photograph to Mina Davenport.
She says she's never seen you before.
You're also a stranger to Norman Ott.
- He was taken into custody. - Who?
He wasn't lying when he said he never met you before.
I could tell.
Would you concede you spent some time in Sturbridge?
How else would you know about Mina's situation?
- I've been to lots of places. - Have you enjoyed them?
Because your time of coming and going is now in the past.
You think I killed that FBI agent,
but you don't have a weapon, just some blood in a car.
I've already come up with six different ways to explain it.
Tell me one.
Um...
I hope you come to my trial. Should be fun.
- Think you can lie your way out? - I do.
Now, tell me.
Am I lying?
[SIGHS]
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