Previously on Elementary:
So how are you to help me?
Give your assent and I will see you restored
to the employ of the New York Police Department.
Sherlock is gonna accept your help.
He wants to go back to N.Y.P.D. I'll go with him.
I can't imagine why you would deliver it as a threat.
If you're gonna be a part of Sherlock's life again,
I wanna make one thing clear. I'm not gonna let you hurt him.
Oh...
Are you cooking or did we get stampeded by second graders?
I'm cooking for Clyde.
I'm formulating a home blend of snacks,
to increase his mineral intake.
I stopped by the station. I ran into Captain Gregson.
Did he seem pleased about the reversal regarding our status?
He did. And as far as I could tell,
he didn't know anything about your father pulling any strings.
Just a higher-up changing his mind.
Well, the captain is a political animal.
I'm sure he's used to not looking gift horses in mouths.
How much longer are you gonna be in here for?
Because this housemate needs to eat too.
- "Bike sharing." - I'm gonna make some calls.
- What about the bowls? - They'll hose right off.
But outside, not in the sink.
On your knees.
It's all right. Take what you want. I won't...
- I said, on your knees. - Okay.
I've been waiting a long time for this.
Oh, God.
- Please, this is all a mistake. - Shut up.
Whoa, man. It's cool. Take what you want.
Let's process the suitcase in the guest room as evidence.
Hey, look who they pulled off the bench.
You said you had something interesting.
Missed you too. Two male victims.
Multiple gunshots to both. Shooter seems like a pro.
Haven't found any shell casings.
And from the position of this headshot,
he had this one on his knees, under control, but not that one.
Maybe lost control of him, maybe never had it.
The neighbors see or hear anything?
Mm. Cleaning lady found them in the morning.
Can I get the lDs? Thanks.
One of them is named Timothy Wagner.
He's a bonds broker, 33 years old.
He was the owner. Other one's Otto Neuhaus.
German citizen. He lived in Hamburg.
Looks like he was only in town for a few days.
They're identical.
Close, but not quite.
Well, close enough that we can't tell which one's which.
Shooter must've gone through their pockets.
- Their lDs were on the floor. - I'm gonna give you
the benefit of the doubt and say you didn't look closely yet.
This man only reeks of a German brand
of cigarette called Oberste.
There are no indicators that the occupant smoked.
Ashtrays, lighters, odors in the upholstery. This is Neuhaus.
His hair has been freshly cut and dyed. His glasses
have no prescription.
He's even used makeup to narrow the appearance of his nose.
All of this to make him look more like Mr. Wagner than he already did.
Why he did any of this and what relation it has to his murder,
or that of Mr. Wagner's, remains to be seen.
We already reached out to the next of kin to lD the bodies.
I'm confident they'll confirm what I just said.
Not betting against you, but we have to go through the process.
It'll take time for Neuhaus' family to fly in from Hamburg,
but Wagner's father is meeting us at the morgue.
I'll go. Maybe he'll have some idea of what happened here.
Any of you ever had to do this?
- Identify a loved one? - No, we haven't.
I can't even think straight.
I can't tell the difference.
Tim had a birthmark on his right side.
Mr. Wagner, had you heard of Otto Neuhaus before today?
No.
Do you have any idea how he and your son knew each other?
Tim and I hadn't been close for a while.
I don't think I'd seen him in a year.
We're gonna collect DNA samples from both
Tim and Otto to compare for family markers.
But maybe you can give us a head start.
To your knowledge, is there any chance they were related?
Maybe one of them found the other because of that.
I'm sorry. I can't even tell you that.
Tim was adopted.
And follow up with Prince Olaf's office,
make sure he received the gift I sent him.
Thank you.
- Was I expecting you? - Not to my knowledge.
But I can't rule out you having foreseen it via the black arts.
Is there a problem?
- You're still here. - It's my office.
I'm talking about New York. The photograph in this paper.
You can see La Bonne Pause.
A restaurant known for its patio seating.
At the time this was taken, that patio would be packed.
Here, it's deserted.
La Bonne Pause is one of your venues for business meals.
When that business is sensitive, you buy it out for privacy.
I'm unclear as to why my lingering here
is so troubling for you.
You came because you felt compelled to offer me your help.
I did you the courtesy of accepting that help.
- You did that as a courtesy. - I was under the impression
it was important to you.
Not to say I'm ungrateful.
Are you waiting for the magic words before you disappear?
Because thank you.
The work that I do requires my complete mental faculty.
Your presence is an irritant, a burr in my cognitive fabric.
I had assumed that, as with similar occasions in the past,
you'd take the completion of our transaction
as your cue to be on your way.
If you must know, I'm still in New York
because I'm working on a project.
Something of a puzzle that may take some time to solve.
And when it's done, I'll move on.
Perhaps I can be of assistance. I'm quite good with puzzles.
You've known that longer than anyone.
You get the benefit of my help, I'll get a father-free New York.
A win for both of us.
- Watson? - Oh, hey. Everything settled?
It will be. I'm gonna do some work for him.
So I came as soon as I got your text. Detective Bell?
- Bedroom. - All right.
And this apartment pertains to our double homicide how?
The DNA test results came back for Tim Wagner and Otto Neuhaus.
They definitely were not related.
But Tim, or someone who looked like Tim, withdrew $100,000
from his bank account last week. As far as we know, that money is gone.
I looked at their phones, and one number appears on both logs.
It belongs to a paralegal named...
Dorian Moll, and this is his apartment.
I saw the name on the mailbox downstairs.
So two dead look-alikes, $100,000 of missing cash.
An individual in touch with both seems to have gone to ground.
Clothing gone from the closet. Computer cables, but no laptop.
Cell phone left behind with a SIM card broken.
Are the two of you considering he was involved in an identity scam?
Honestly, we don't know what he was involved in.
There's something back here you should see.
Could be some kind of organized con operation.
Maybe some kinky sex thing.
Whatever it was, it was bigger than just Tim Wagner
and Otto Neuhaus.
CSU is sending an A-Run to collect what's up there.
The unis are hanging back for them.
Will do.
That was the captain. He got the search results for Dorian Moll.
No priors. Last address was his parents' house in Forest Hills.
Worth a visit, right? Even if he's not there,
they might know some friends we can talk to.
This is the apartment next to the one we were just at.
- This is 2-D, yes? - Sounds right.
I noticed in the lobby, the mail was gathering for apartment 2-D.
There's delivery menus piling up outside the front door.
If that person's been away that long,
they probably didn't leave the A/C on.
The apartment shares a fire escape with Dorian Moll's.
If he's looking for a place to hide
and he knows his neighbor's out of town.
Hey, guys, knock on 2-D.
And stay sharp. We think Moll might be in there.
Hey, hey.
Dorian Moll. Police. Don't move.
Do us all a favor. Keep your hands where I can see them.
All right. Turn around.
- There's a look. - I had to do this.
It confuses facial recognition software.
Computers can't identify if they can't tell it's a face.
You think someone's pursuing you using facial recognition?
Not someone, some company.
They're trying to kill me.
I'm sorry I tried to run, okay?
It's just, I don't know how deep this thing goes.
Being a disagreement you're in, with a company
that makes facial recognition software?
Countenance Technologies. They're the ones after me.
They're so all-seeing, you felt the need to adopt the guise
- of a clown from the future. - FR is everywhere.
Businesses lD you the second you walk in.
Billboards can pick ads to show you, churches use it
to track attendance. Yeah, Jesus saves, your data.
How about we take things a little bit slower?
Good news is, you don't strike us as a cold-blooded killer.
But with two guys dead, the way you tried to run,
and all this, you get why we're trying
to understand what's going on?
Last year, I created a site called doppelhunt.com.
Help people find people that look like them.
- Why? - People all over world
are putting pics of themselves online.
Technology's gotten so good, you can find your own twin.
Remind me, is that how Peter did it on the Brady Bunch?
Behold, an infinity mirror of millennial narcissism.
He seeks fame by promising others
they'll get to look at themselves.
It says on your site here that you take volunteers.
Is that how Tim and Otto got involved?
Tim contacted me first and we used his pictures to find Otto.
And this company you're worried about, Countenance,
they provide the, what, search program?
I wouldn't say provide.
I came across a copy and modded it to hunt for look-alikes.
And then I took some shots at Countenance on the site.
When I'd find a match, I'd upload and prove how good the match was
by showing that it could fool their software.
Even it would confuse one twin for the other.
So you steal their software, and then you embarrass them with it.
Stick it to the man, right? Countenance sent me
a cease-and-desist letter, I posted that.
And that's when I really started to get hits.
Okay. I get why'd they be angry, but not enough to commit murder.
Couple weeks ago, I'm walking home and someone tried to mug me.
He had on a mask. He shoved me into a stairwell and pulled out a knife.
- I kicked at him and got away. - Did you file a report?
I never saw his face, so, what's the point?
Then I heard that Tim and Otto were dead and I remembered.
The guy who jumped me, he never asked for my wallet.
Why? Because it wasn't a mugging.
It was an assassination attempt.
Countenance never tried to sue me.
That would've made it more public. They wanted it to end.
FR is a billion-dollar business. I proved the software's flawed.
Tell me that's not a motive for murder.
So that was Marcus.
- The $100,000 check turned up. - Do tell.
Otto had mailed it to himself back in Germany,
to avoid carrying it through customs.
We don't know whether he stole it, or Tim gave it to him.
- Mm. - Oh.
I see Clyde likes the food you made him.
Or he appreciates his dinner date going the extra mile.
Close, but wrong cold-blooded reptile. My dinner date is my father.
I can understand you confusing him with Clyde.
They could be doppelgangers. A car will be here shortly.
I'm meeting him at a charity function. Malaria research.
Or something. He wasn't sure.
Anyway, the point is to sup with her.
Dona Esfandiari.
One of the richest hoteliers in the world.
She's building a resort on the Pacific Coast of Costa Rica.
Simultaneously, as it happens,
the global energy firm for which father consults
wishes to erect a wind farm nearby.
Mrs. Esfandiari has won an injunction against the farm,
asserting that it would impair her view.
Father thinks she's willing to drop it,
given the right favors in return.
Huh.
"Huh"?
Between everything you've told me, meeting him myself,
I just, you know, imagined him doing heavier stuff.
This seems a little, I don't know, frivolous.
Father's work is anything but frivolous. I assure you.
Thanks to him, this energy firm and other clients like them
have brought light to lands that were dark,
and rained darkness where once there was light.
Father doesn't distinguish. Perhaps you need sanctions
eased against a rogue nation so you can sell your tanks
or your factories can only spew toxins,
if the U.S. doesn't sign an emissions treaty.
Father can make it so with the moral neutrality of the plague.
Now, that sounds more like the guy I met.
So if what he does is so evil, then...
Not evil. Neutral. Like a shark or a tsunami.
Fine. Distasteful. Then why are you spending time with him?
So that ironically, I can spend less.
As soon as he closes this negotiation, he will be gone.
I have to be another pair of eyes this evening.
I am to watch Mrs. Esfandiari, observe her breathing,
blink rate and non-verbals while she and father talk.
Unfortunately, it means you and Detective Bell
will have to visit Countenance Technologies without me.
Wait. What?
That's the company that Dorian Moll stole that software from.
I thought you said that his story sounded paranoid.
I admit, I initially thought his tale was farfetched.
But I looked into Countenance all the same.
To my surprise, there may be merits to Dorian's belief
that the company was coming for him, after all.
Remind me to un-tag every picture
ever posted of me online.
Detective Bell. Miss Watson.
I'm Curtis Tofano. You wanted to talk to me.
There was a homicide in Tribeca the night before last.
Two men who looked alike. It made the news. Maybe you saw it?
- Sorry. - Do you know Dorian Moll?
Or have you ever heard of doppelhunt.com?
Unfortunately, yeah.
The two murder victims met on his website.
We know that your company was upset about what he was doing.
Wait a second. You're not suggesting it's...
No. Even we didn't think you could've cared that much.
But then, a colleague of ours noticed this.
That's you, right? You participated in a doppelhunt.
And you gave Dorian a fake name when you did.
So obviously, you cared enough to check him out.
So can you account for your whereabouts
two nights ago from 8:00 p.m. on?
Can we talk about this in my office?
I was in Cooperstown all week. I just got back last night.
Cooperstown as in the Baseball Hall of Fame?
I went to college nearby. I go up every year for induction.
About a hundred people saw me. I was probably even on TV.
Okay. Assuming that checks out, let's talk about Dorian Moll.
If the company sent you to get intel on his site,
maybe they were willing to go further.
You've got it wrong. Nobody here was involved in any murders.
You're right that my bosses asked me to perform corporate espionage.
Dorian had found a flaw
in our program. He proved it could be fooled.
We needed to find out what he was up to so we could adapt.
You expressing interest in a doppelhunt was a cover.
It was a way to get into his apartment and onto his Wi-Fi.
He stole from us, so we stole back.
What exactly did you take?
I downloaded his code and gave it to our guys to analyze.
They're fine-tuning our algorithms as we speak.
At the end of the day, Dorian forced us
to make a better product. That's it.
And your bosses are gonna tell it the same way?
I can walk you up the hall right now
and you can talk to whoever you like.
It can't hurt to have the local power station in your debt.
It would be an easy thing to arrange a substantial discount.
Tell me, Morland, do you still have friends
- at the Panama Canal Authority? - I count the chair among them.
I will, of course, be importing ltalian marble, French wines.
The list is endless.
Consider your shipments expedited.
But we'll have to continue after the presentations.
Excuse me.
- Well, she's hiding something. - I'm aware.
Ordinarily, when she smiles, it's broad and genuine.
Her crow's feet support this, but tonight,
every time she smiled, it's been strained.
This shouldn't be as difficult as it is.
She's expressed a willingness to compromise
and the concern about the view from her hotel is obviously a feint.
But for whatever reason, she can't simply say what she wants.
Not drinking?
I was under the impression that I shouldn't.
At least not in your presence.
As long as you don't take wine intravenously, I should be okay.
This will be the first meal we've had together in decades.
Well, you went out of your way to make that so.
Playing the victim doesn't suit you, Sherlock.
Well, she's comfortable now.
We're leaving.
You've grown tempestuous in your old age.
Or is it that you've bedded the widow Esfandiari?
I have not, and this is not a tantrum you're witnessing,
it's clarity.
You were right. Dona did seem comfortable speaking with that man.
As if they were close friends, wouldn't you say?
And this holds special meaning to you because?
His brother-in-law is the president of Panama.
Safe to say that he has contact with the Canal Authority.
- Asking for things she doesn't need. - And stringing me along.
She has no intention of dropping the injunction.
I need to find out why.
I'm sorry we didn't make more headway tonight.
You'll have to tolerate my presence in your city a bit longer.
Watson, how went your meeting at Countenance Technologies?
The guy whose photo you found, Curtis Tofano,
he did some spying on Dorian.
But it doesn't look like the company had anyone killed.
- Well, that's unfortunate. - Listen.
The captain asked us to come to the station.
Some guy named Evan Farrow came in a little while ago.
He might have some information about why Wagner
- and Neuhaus were killed. - Might have some information?
That doesn't sound like it warrants a trip across town.
Trust me. I think we're gonna wanna hear what he has to say.
He looks just like the victims.
A few weeks ago, I got an e-mail from this website,
doppelhunt.com. They sent me pictures of a guy
who looks enough like me to be my twin, Tim Wagner.
The site put us in touch with each other.
First, we Skyped, and it was fun.
We both thought the whole thing was pretty crazy.
Then Tim suggested that we get together.
When we did, he admitted that he wanted my help with something.
He offered me 10 grand
to go to a lab, tell them I was him.
Show them his driver's license, take some DNA test.
Did he say what the test was for?
I figured it was a paternity thing.
When I asked him, he said he wouldn't tell me anything more
- until I said I was on board. - Obviously, you turned him down.
I told him I didn't want any part of it.
And that was the last time we talked.
But then I saw on the news that he
and another guy, who looked like him, us?
That they were murdered. I figured it had to be related.
He didn't happen to mention the name of the lab, did he?
Sorry. All he said
was that it had to happen soon.
I'm pretty sure that's supposed to be a Peter Gabriel song.
Never heard of him.
This is the official fraternity song of Kappa Rho Pi,
Oriskany Falls University Chapter.
Over 100 years old and still making eardrums bleed.
It is also the answer to our questions
about Tim Wagner and his look-alikes.
Or at least, the theory of an answer.
- Mm. Thanks. - Last night, I began to explore
possible reasons why Tim Wagner wanted to dodge a DNA test.
His second, more scrupulous twin
thought it was to do with a paternity matter.
I now believe Mr. Wagner
wished to avoid being charged with murder.
If he was a suspect in a murder investigation, Marcus would've caught it.
Only if it was a federal case or in New York.
Which is why I looked at jurisdictions
where Tim Wagner resided in the past.
Hey, what do monkeys have to do with anything?
They might be key to exorcising my father from New York.
I worked multiple fronts, including my father's wind farm conundrum.
These are the lower primates I would like you to consider.
Kappa Rho Pi, Oriskany Falls University.
- Huh. There's Tim Wagner. - OFU is an elite school
set in the quiet hamlet of Oriskany Falls, New York.
Quiet, except for several middling drinking songs,
and one tragic event 11 years ago.
"Fraternity pledge goes missing during rush week."
Howard Cudlow was pledging Kappa Rho Pi in 2004.
His roommate said Howard was summoned
by his would-be brothers on November the fifth,
presumably part of the hazing that pledges are subjected to.
The police questioned the members of the fraternity.
They didn't have proof of foul play. They never found the body.
Until six months ago.
Construction on a new student center was underway in 2004.
This spring, the pavement was dug up for repairs
and Howard Cudlow's remains were found beneath the concrete.
"The ME identified broken bones consistent with a fall,
including a severed spine. Concrete helped preserve the body."
As well as some rather interesting DNA evidence.
The fall didn't kill him, you see.
Someone strangled him.
All right. Well, thanks. Keep me posted. Bye.
That was the chief of police in Oriskany Falls.
You're right about liking Wagner for Cudlow's murder.
And pursuant to that, they had requested a DNA sample?
Along with every other Kappa Rho Pi frat brother from 2004.
All voluntary. They didn't have grounds to compel anyone.
Everybody except Wagner complied and was cleared.
He knew the DNA found on Cudlow was his, so he dragged his feet
while he searched for a double who'd take the test.
This changes things. We've uncovered
Tim Wagner's motive for twinning himself.
We've also uncovered the motive of the individual who shot him.
Someone wanted revenge for Cudlow's murder.
They came after Wagner. He was acting guilty.
That would suggest that they knew Tim Wagner had failed
to come forward and was the only suspect to do so.
You think it's someone with inside knowledge.
Someone who was working the investigation in Oriskany Falls.
When I was talking to the chief, I was thinking the same thing.
I knew he was holding back on me. I had to pull it out of him.
Howard Cudlow's brother is one of his cops.
They're on their way to talk to him now.
Captain figures it'll be at least a few hours
before we get our crack at Sean Cudlow.
You can come back, but it looks like we got our guy.
All right. I'll let Sherlock know.
Am I crazy, or did I just hear him speaking perfect Spanish?
Yeah, fluent in three dozen languages,
but the man has never seen Say Anything.
That's an '80s movie, right?
You want me to punch you, right?
I have business to attend to. More fun with wind farms.
Was that a good call or a bad one?
Father should start packing his bags.
I hope the two of you haven't been waiting long.
- We were well attended to. - Oh, please.
I was worried something happened when you left so suddenly
- the other night. - Something did.
- I realized you were wasting my time. - Excuse me?
You're not really worried about a wind farm
affecting the view from your hotel in Costa Rica.
You feigned a compromise so as not to arouse suspicion.
Once you and I simply failed to reach a deal
no one would ever ask the real reason
you wanted the farm to go away.
Do the words "mono titi" mean anything to you?
I'm afraid they do not.
Well, it's what the Costa Ricans call this animal.
You might know it better as the black-crowned squirrel monkey.
An endangered species native to that part of Central America.
Protected by the government and international convention.
Now, a squirrel monkey habitat was recently discovered.
It partially overlaps the area that you wish to build your resort.
I'm shocked to hear this. I had no idea.
I sincerely doubt that. My son looked into
the environmental impact study done for your plans.
He discovered that the government biologist
who rubber-stamped them promptly left the country.
If you're wondering where one flees after accepting a bribe
when they live in Costa Rica, the answer is Switzerland.
The habitat also occupies
part of the space intended for the wind farm.
And when my clients conduct their environmental study,
they will discover the monkeys' habitat as well,
and its extension into your property.
- What is it you want? - I want nothing.
In fact, I'm here to offer you a favor.
My client will publish this press release in an hour.
It's a pledge to revise their plans for the wind farm
in order to protect the black-crowned squirrel monkey.
Once word of the habitat gets out
that will be the end of your resort,
and an embarrassment to you.
But if you wish, I could persuade my client
to let you add your name to the release,
make the same pledge.
You could be heroes together.
The decision is yours.
When Howie first went missing, we all knew what happened.
Not the details, but pretty much.
Only nobody could do anything about it.
All the rich kids just closed ranks.
Kept their mouths shut.
And the one who did it just got away with it.
He went on. Got to have a life.
Howie didn't.
I became a cop to see this through,
make sure the son of a bitch who killed my brother paid.
I'll take what's coming to me.
You admit to killing Tim Wagner and Otto Neuhaus?
Only meant to get Wagner.
But the other guy looked so much like him.
I still don't know why he was there.
We know that you do, Sean.
He was gonna take the DNA test for Wagner.
Wagner found him on doppelhunt.com.
That's why you wanted to hurt Dorian Moll.
- You thought he was in on it? - I don't know.
Dorian Moll? I've never even heard that name before.
Guy in a ski mask attacked him the night of the 8th,
tried to make it look like a robbery gone bad.
You think I'm the only guy to ever commit a crime in a mask?
The second guy, Neuhaus,
if he was helping Wagner, that's good.
I feel less bad about what happened.
But I'm telling you, I didn't come after anyone else.
Can you tell us where you were the night of the 8th?
Yeah. On duty. Check my logs.
I was working extra shifts that week.
Oh, hey. I didn't know you were in here.
I was gonna watch a football game.
- It's Thursday. - Yeah.
- So? What were you doing? - I'm thinking.
- Thinking about what? - Sean Cudlow.
His alibi for the night of the 8th checks out.
He's not the one who made an attempt on Dorian Moll's life.
Well, maybe there wasn't an attempt.
Dorian thought it was a real mugging. Maybe it was.
You've been away from your phone for 32 minutes.
You didn't see this text from Marcus.
Wagner's DNA is not a match for the skin
recovered from beneath Howard Cudlow's fingernails.
- Wait, he didn't kill Cudlow? - Obviously, he was there.
He was so concerned it might be his genetic material
that he went to the trouble of finding a doppelganger.
He was an accessory? Someone else did the killing?
That, coupled with Officer Cudlow's insistence
he was not aware of Dorian Moll,
has left me with a rather nasty taste in my mouth.
We've missed something.
Oriskany Falls University had an enrollment
of nearly 3000 people in 2004.
We could attend one of their reunions.
Make cheek swabs a condition of entry.
Oriskany Falls is in Central New York, right?
- Last time I checked. - And police there confirmed
that all the other members of Kappa Rho Pi from 2004
- passed their DNA tests. - Correct.
- Who are you calling? - Marcus.
I want him to ask the Oriskany Falls Police
for their original list of suspects.
I have a feeling Tim Wagner
isn't the only name we'll recognize.
Mrs. Moll?
I'm Detective Marcus Bell. N.Y.P.D.
This is Detective Meadows.
What did Dorian do now?
How did you know I was here?
Oh, your neighbor in 2-D came back from vacation.
Parents' place seemed like the next best bet.
I wanted to talk to you about the night you were attacked.
- Tell me you found the guy. - We think so.
We're planning on sitting down with him, but first,
we're hoping you could put us in touch with a friend of his.
This is Mr. Holmes. You know Miss Watson
and Detective Bell. We just have a few more I's to dot.
Shouldn't take too long.
Before you settle in, would you mind showing us your shins?
- Excuse me? - Your shins.
Front parts of your lower legs.
Your socks.
They look about the right age. A few weeks into healing.
Dorian said he got two good kicks in the night he got jumped.
What are you talking about? I got these playing racquetball.
I thought this stuff with Dorian was done, okay?
Someone tried to hurt him, you can't pin that on me.
You're right. Sadly, we cannot connect you
to the attack on Dorian Moll.
However, we can connect you to the murder of Howard Cudlow.
- Who? - When we visited your office,
you said that you went to school near Cooperstown.
- Oriskany Falls University. - Yeah. How'd you know that?
You were there the same time as Howard Cudlow and Tim Wagner.
It's funny, you not mentioning that when we talked to you
about Mr. Wagner's murder the other day.
You pledged Kappa Rho Pi the same year Howard did.
But the school suspended the frat's charter
after he went missing, so you never got to join.
The Oriskany Falls Police talked to you in 2004.
After they found the body, they asked you for your DNA.
Dorian Moll was quite the thorn in your company's side.
Awareness of his doppelhunts, however, gave you a way out.
You approached him under an assumed name.
Then he found a double for you.
You then paid that double to take a DNA test for you.
We're also guessing you're the one who told Tim Wagner
about Mr. Moll's website.
Both of you were there the night Howard Cudlow died.
You know if he was arrested, he could bring you down too.
You and Mr. Wagner knew that it was risky
using Dorian Moll's website to find your doubles.
But his modifications made the hunts possible
so you found that risk acceptable.
The site started getting attention. You worried that people
might figure out what you'd done, so you tried to shut him down.
Only, your buddy was having a harder time
finding a double to take the DNA test. The first one said no.
And by the time he found Otto Neuhaus, it was too late.
Howard's brother already had him in his sights.
Dorian is a nut and a thief. You can't believe a word he says.
But what about Mitchell Newsome?
Dorian helped put me in touch with him this morning.
He wasn't excited about jail for hindering prosecution,
so he told us the story you told him,
to convince him to take that DNA test.
You and Cudlow and a friend were trespassing
at a construction site.
Your friend shoved Cudlow. Cudlow fell.
When your friend realized that Cudlow's back was broken,
he panicked and finished him off.
Obviously, the friend that you referenced was Tim Wagner.
It wasn't his skin found beneath Howard Cudlow's fingernails.
It was yours. Now, you might argue that's not enough
to prove that you're the one who strangled him,
- but a jury might disagree. - I've got two presents for you
from the Oriskany Falls P.D.
One's a warrant, the other's a swab.
Yeah, that's right, Dorian. It's done.
You can go home now.
Well, again, that's a very kind offer,
but no, thanks. We're good.
You got it. Bye.
- Free doppelhunts? Really? - Shut up.
For all of us. He promised the experience would,
and I quote, "blow our freaking minds."
So in other words, he hasn't learned one thing.
Heh, I mean, could you imagine? Two of your partner?
Come to say goodbye?
May I come in?
I wanted you to know that I have wired a commission
into your account for your services.
- That was unnecessary. - It's done.
Give it to charity if you like. Give it to Joan.
I know it doesn't matter to you.
I wish I knew what you did want.
I came because I'd like to make a confession.
I would dial the authorities for you, but I wouldn't know which ones.
The work I've been doing in New York this past week,
the business with Dona,
could just as easily have been handled elsewhere.
You mean, another city.
You caught me by surprise when you came to my office.
You asked why I was still here.
My predicament with her was the first thing that came to mind.
Truth is, I've lingered because of you.
You need a kidney?
Bone marrow? Or a front-row seat in case I relapse again?
That's enough, Sherlock. Enough.
I know why you hate me.
But the past is the past. I wish to move forward.
How do you plan on doing that?
For one thing, I'll be staying in New York indefinitely.
You've been through a trauma. I wish to be close by
in case I can be of further assistance.
- So now, you wish to parent me? - You know yourself, Sherlock.
You know who you are. You know who you were.
Ask yourself. When you were a boy, could anyone
- have parented you? - I can think of one person.
If she were here,
what do you suppose she would want us to do?
The world is as wretched a place as it's ever been.
Sad fact, but a boon to my particular business.
I'll have no shortage of work to tend to while I'm here.
And perhaps, before all is said and done
we'll collaborate again.