- Sherlock! HOLMES: That's like a first volley
- of a recrimination. - Do you care to explain this?
Clyde is a Horsfield's Tortoise, needs to hibernate in winter.
Right, but you normally let him dig a burrow in the backyard.
Given the erratic nature of New York's recent winters,
he needs a more controlled environment for his winter nap.
The refrigerator is ideal, maintaining a temperature
of 4 degrees centigrade.
I see you're planning movie night in my absence.
- Yeah, Godfather I and II. - Isn't too late to cast about
in your social network for a companion, either in or out.
Been a long time since you've enjoyed any intimate contact.
I'm fine. Have fun with Athena and Minerva.
Yeah, it's impossible not to.
Sleep tight.
[DOORBELL RINGING]
[SIGHS]
- Good evening. - Sherlock's not here.
Actually, I've come to see you.
Come in.
I won't be long. I wanted to extend an invitation.
Apparently, you're something of a gourmand
when it comes to the adventurous side
- of modern cuisine. - Sure.
I've been invited to a restaurant opening
tomorrow night. The chef's a rising star.
And in my experience, these meals are better enjoyed
across the table from someone who appreciates them.
I thought you might like to join me.
- Just me? - Sherlock is welcome to join.
But it's hard to imagine him at such an event.
To him, food is mere fuel,
and he was never comfortable in a crowd.
Shall we say 8:00?
[DANCE MUSIC PLAYING OVER SPEAKERS]
[PEOPLE CHATTERING]
[IN RUSSIAN]
- [IN ENGLISH] The Bentley, please. - Yes, sir. Right away, sir.
[WOMAN SHRIEKS THEN MAN SPEAKS lNDISTINCTLY]
GUNMAN [IN FOREIGN LANGUAGE]:
[TIRES SCREECHING]
[TIRES CONTINUE SCREECHING]
[IN FOREIGN LANGUAGE]
[HORN HONKING]
I didn't see much. Shots rang out. I dove for cover.
I saw a gray car driving away fast.
- Gray car. Anything else? - No, I gotta go. Can I go?
What's the best way to reach you in case we have more questions?
This is my office.
All right, we'll be in touch.
[lNDISTINCT RADIO CHATTER]
[CHATTERING]
- What have we got? - Drive-by.
Sort of. This guy was the target.
After the shooter sprayed the area, he got out of the car
and pumped another burst into his chest.
That guy was his bodyguard. Valet was just in the wrong place.
MLl found a Russian passport
identifying him as Maxim Zolotov,
a resident of St. Petersburg.
His shoes were alligator, custom-made. Suit custom too.
So not just a Russian, a very rich Russian.
- Where's Sherlock? - He was out with some friends.
- I sent a radio car to get him. - Since when did he have friends?
These are more like exercise partners.
I'll see how close he is.
[KEYPAD CLICKING]
[LINE RINGING]
HOLMES: Watson? - Hey, where are you?
- Crime scene. - I'm here. I don't see you.
I'm at the second crime scene. I found your shooters.
As luck would have it, both have been murdered.
Officer Walker and I were moments from joining you
when news of this blue sedan came over the radio.
I recalled the shooters escaped in a gray sedan
- so I asked him to pull over. - Why?
- The colors don't match. - The area where the shooting
took place is illuminated by sodium street lamps.
They cast a yellow glow over its environs.
This locale has LED lights, which are blue-white in color.
This car looks gray in sodium light, blue under LED.
Further inspection revealed that the passengers smell of cordite.
And there is a firearm entangled in the wreckage.
These are our guys. You said they were murdered,
but looks like they lost control and crashed.
I think that's the impression someone wants to convey.
Note the position of the driver's right foot.
It appears he was attempting to depress the brake pedal,
but there are no skid marks on the road.
There are indications he was struggling to pull the wheel
to the opposite direction of its fatal final turn.
None of the airbags have been deployed.
A crash like this, they all should have inflated.
Unless someone overrode the controls of the vehicle.
You think someone hacked it and made it crash?
WATSON: We've all seen the videos on the lnternet.
I mean, new cars like this are vulnerable to hacking.
Analysis of the car's computer will confirm whether I'm right.
I believe someone hired these two to carry out the shooting,
then took control of this vehicle and killed them
in a staged accident to cover his or her tracks.
- While the triggermen are dead... - The real killer is at large.
This is the code the N.Y.P.D. techs found
- on the car's computer? - It is.
Sweet compression. It's not native to the car's computer.
Someone must have overwritten the factory software.
Your task is to identify the author.
- So the usual deal? - The usual.
- You're paying him? - Of course.
I thought all your helpers work for free.
No one is compensated in cash. In Mason's case,
I allow him to sniff your hair while you're sleeping.
He's joking. Tell her you're joking.
Mason craves certain limited-edition action figures.
I have a friend who can secure even the rarest collectible.
Our assassins' fingerprints were not in the federal database.
No, the captain's got a team looking into it.
But I found plenty of information on Zolotov.
Turns out, he's not just some random rich guy.
He was one of the richest in the world.
- Ranked somewhere in the 300s. - Russia's so-called oligarchs.
- What's an oligarch? HOLMES: In Russia's case,
part of an inner circle that owns the country.
Zolotov made his money in shipping.
He was a close personal friend of the Russian president.
But according to his critics, not a nice man.
The oligarchs are referred to as billionaire thugs.
Last year, a Polish paper did a profile on him.
They said that he was a ruthless negotiator
and implied that he had assassins on retainer
so maybe one of the oligarchs had him killed.
I would've thought they would do it in Russia,
where the authorities can be relied upon to turn a blind eye.
Perhaps he came to New York on business. Went poorly.
Someone decided to do unto him before he did unto them.
So why do you care?
I'm just saying. I mean, he was a bad guy.
Now he's dead. We should go see a movie or something.
The people who killed him also killed
his bodyguard and the valet.
And even if there were no innocent victims, no murder
should go unsolved, and no murderer should walk free.
To think otherwise is to descend into a pit of moral relativism.
Speaking of which, I'd like a word.
So, what did my father want when he came here last night?
Let me guess, you can still smell his cologne upstairs.
He was here three minutes 48 seconds.
- Not enough for it to settle. - How do you know how long?
I connected the Brownstone's exterior cameras
to the doorbell and lnternet. Someone pushes the button,
I'm sent a live feed. So, uh, what did he want?
- Nothing. - Nothing?
He invited me to dinner, I said yes.
You said I should reevaluate him, form my own opinion.
I thought this would be a good opportunity.
I've one request.
There are three surviving Holmes men
and you've sampled the carnal wares of one.
- Two would be a pattern. - This isn't a date.
You owe me one action figure.
Thinking Picard 1701 "Tapestry" edition. Original packaging.
- You identified the hacker? - I found a signature in a code.
The hacker's signature is a picture of a cat?
Not just a picture. It's an ASCll portrait.
You can only use keyboard characters to form the image.
- Letters, numbers, symbols. - The signature is an image?
- That's just how she does it. - She?
Mittens. She's the lead programmer at Pentillion Edge,
that big R and D firm up in Chelsea.
She posts on coding boards. Her name is Fiona-something.
Everybody calls her Mittens. She's into cats. She's weird.
Weird enough to have taken several lives last night?
She likes cats, so sure.
WATSON: Driver-less cars, hyper-loop trains,
rockets to colonize space.
Pentillion is certainly ambitious.
They chase moonshots.
It's the current tech speak for technologies
which, if brought to fruition, could literally
- change the world. MAN: Or take us to a new one.
Hi. Phil Balsam, VP of R and D.
Uh, sorry about the video. It's a little self-congratulatory.
We're here to see Fiona Helbron, a.k.a. Mittens.
Yes, my secretary told me. She said you're with the police.
Would you mind telling me why?
We're here to discuss her role in five murders.
She wrote software that was used to take control of a car
- that caused an accident. - You're kidding.
Can you take us to her or not?
Yes, but trust me, she wouldn't hurt anybody. She couldn't.
You might be able to send a rocket into orbit,
but don't presume to know what's in your employee's heart.
You don't understand. I know what's in her head.
When I say she can't hurt anyone, I mean it.
FIONA: They say autism is a spectrum, but it's really an array
of different conditions all lumped together.
I prefer the term neuro-atypical because it's more accurate.
My brain is different than yours. I'm atypical, NA.
Phil is NT, neurotypical. She's NT too.
- I'm not sure what you are. - Social interactions
- are difficult for you? - I'm better when I write
because I can fix them later. I can make the code work.
I like it when the code works.
Do me a favor. Tell me the sky is green.
But it's not. It's blue. To be accurate, it appears blue
because of diffused sky radiation.
Yeah, but I'd like you to tell me it's green
by way of experiment.
No, I don't want to.
Fiona.
Were you involved in making this car crash?
The people inside had just committed a murder.
The software you wrote for Pentillion's driver-less car
was found on this car's computer.
No, no. My code is supposed to save lives.
Self-driving cars are safer than normal cars.
And I wouldn't do this. Not ever.
Thank you, Fiona. You can go back to work now.
She's the best coder we have.
I wouldn't trade her for anyone. Like I said, she's not a killer.
HOLMES: Her condition makes it virtually impossible for her to lie.
Even about something as simple as the color of the sky.
Did anyone else have access to her software?
A lot of people, unfortunately.
Everyone in this office. Our engineers.
The fabrication unit.
And not to mention, um,
there was a breach. We got hacked a few weeks ago.
They accessed our proprietary software, including her code.
And I didn't think much about it
because it happens to tech companies often.
And usually, the people doing it are other tech companies.
- You steal from each other. - It's been going on
since Steve Jobs borrowed the idea
for the Mac interface and mouse from Xerox.
This time around, we were hit by Tetra-Bit.
- They make computer hardware. - Did you report the breach?
No, no. Glass houses.
To be honest, it was probably a reprisal.
Some of our people wormed their way into Tetra-Bit's system.
They start getting into robotics and automation, and our guys
were curious how they were doing.
- You hack them, they hack you. - It's juvenile, I know,
but it's part of the culture.
Has Pentillion done business with Maxim Zolotov?
- No. - Perhaps he's an investor.
Pentillion was founded by a group of dot-com billionaires.
They don't need outside investors.
All the stock is held by them and our employees.
If it will help protect the company's reputation,
they'll be happy to give you access to our corporate records.
- E-mail, the works. - Thanks, we appreciate that.
Oh, and one more thing. Um...
You might wanna talk to Carol Finelli.
She's the CEO of Tetra-Bit. When my guys got into their system,
they grabbed her e-mails, and I remember
that a bunch of them were in Russian.
On the advice of my lawyers,
I can't comment on whether my company hacked Pentillion.
If you wanna avoid a warrant, Miss Finelli,
- we're gonna need more. - I said we'd cooperate.
On the other matter. I am at liberty to say
I was negotiating a deal with Maxim Zolotov.
He was preparing an offer to buy and renovate
the Port of Newhaven in Connecticut.
He approached Tetra-Bit to provide the automation,
and the past few months, we were hammering out the details.
- When was the last time you met? FINELLI: Never.
We did all our business by e-mail and phone.
I didn't even know he was in New York.
This deal would've been worth billions
in gross profits over the next 10 years.
Enough to bring our entire robotics division into profit.
- And now that he's dead? - The port deal is dead too.
I am the last person who would've arranged his murder.
Let's say we believe you.
Who stood to profit from Tetra-Bit's loss?
I can't think of anyone. There were no competing offers.
Without Zolotov, the Port of Newhaven just stays as it is.
- A minor player. - Let me rephrase that.
What if Zolotov was killed in self-defense
from a financial point of view?
If his deal had gone through, who had the most to lose?
If you're asking who would've been hurt
by a massive new port in Connecticut,
call the governor, because the entity
with the most to lose would've been New York.
Miss Finelli's suggestion isn't as ridiculous as it sounds.
The state of New York took out a hit on a Russian oligarch?
Not the state, but many people rely
on income from the ports of New York and New Jersey.
Any entity would've been hurt by Zolotov's Connecticut project.
Port employees, cargo-handling companies.
Dockworkers.
Do you have that information from the crime scene handy?
- Yeah. WATSON: Got this from the last guy
- we spoke to. BELL: Harry Magarac.
The president of the Port of New York's dockworkers' union.
GREGSON: Pretty big coincidence, you just happening
to be on the scene for the assassination
of the guy who threatened the livelihood of his union members.
And here I thought we were having a pleasant conversation.
- You accusing me of something? BELL: You have 15 known members
of the Coretto Crime Family on your union rolls.
And the strip club is owned by one of their associates.
The mafia? Somebody's been watching too many movies.
You rub shoulders with mobsters. You and your union
both have a record for resorting
to violence to get things done.
BELL: During the strike of 2011, you led an attack
in which dockworkers armed with baseball bats
severely damaged a grain export facility.
You pled no contest.
Okay, you're right. It's no coincidence me and Zolotov
were at the club, but I didn't have him killed.
We were cutting a deal.
Look, that grain terminal thing aside,
kids today don't wanna go to war for their jobs.
Millennials. They're all live and let live.
So when I heard about Zolotov's port project, I contacted him.
- See if we can come to terms. - What was the deal?
Zolotov guaranteed any of my guys who lost work
first crack at the new jobs in Connecticut.
Promised to make a contribution to our health and welfare fund.
In exchange, we use our influence to move his port deal forward.
We were at the club to work out the final details.
I don't suppose you can prove any of this?
There's an e-mail from my banker in the Caymans confirming
that he deposited 100 grand into my account.
Consulting fee. That's just a down payment.
I stood to see five times that much once the deal was done.
Look, I might be old-school, I know a couple of wise guys.
I'm not stupid enough to kill the Russian goose
that lays the golden egg.
Especially when he's standing 20 feet away from me.
There's one more thing you should know.
Me and Zolotov never finished our business.
His bodyguard got spooked by one of the strippers.
- Spooked by a stripper? - Something bothered him.
Him and Zolotov talked in Russian, took off...
Ran right into an ambush.
WATSON: So did you believe Magarac? - Everything he said checked out.
Far as we can tell, he was in the same boat as Carol Finelli.
Both lost out big when Zolotov was killed.
What about you? You found the hotel where Zolotov was staying?
We did, and they were kind enough to grant us access
to the camera footage recorded during his time there.
As it turns out, this woman
visited five times in the last four days.
- Those are armed guards. - I think she's yakuza.
He's had caffeine. The security would suggest she's powerful.
We wondered if Zolotov was killed over business.
- This woman looks all business. - We don't know who she is.
- She never gave her name. - They asked me to come over
and run her face through my facial recognition software.
- Is anything this kid's doing legal? - Define legal.
What about the stripper that Magarac mentioned?
The one that Zolotov and his bodyguard were spooked by.
- Have you identified her? BELL: Magarac said she was leggy
and brunette, which describes a few girls at that club.
If I had to guess, she's an ex he didn't feel like talking to.
But the timing is weird. He spots her, leaves,
and then seconds later, he's dead?
The club's my next stop, if you guys wanna join.
I'll go.
Well, I mean, if it'll help solve a murder.
You two go. As much as I love strip clubs,
I have a dinner to get ready for.
[DANCE MUSIC PLAYING OVER SPEAKERS]
HOLMES: You look uncomfortable. Not a fan of this sort
- of establishment? BELL: Guess I just know too much.
HOLMES: I've always had an appreciation for strippers.
I like watching them work.
Well, in their own way, they're experts
in both deduction and human psychology.
Observe how she's evaluating the pool of potential marks.
Which patrons will yield the most money for the least effort?
She's selected that man because of his wristwatch,
which denotes a certain financial status.
Now she's gotta tailor her approach.
Does he want a damsel in distress?
Does he want a good-time girl? A romantic lost soul?
Good-time girl.
You and I are like well-informed spectators at a magic show.
We know the truth behind the illusion.
For you, that ruins the appeal. I enjoy watching an expert
in sleight-of-hand even when I know what's up her sleeve.
You see any sleeves on these girls?
I wish Magarac had given us a better description.
I'm gonna go badger the manager.
If you'd forebear for just a moment...
Hello.
Might I trouble you for a private dance?
[IN RUSSIAN ACCENT] My pleasure. Follow me.
Should only be a moment.
So how do you like it?
Sweet? Or spicy?
Or maybe both.
- That won't be necessary. - I don't understand.
My name is Sherlock Holmes, I'm a detective.
But what's germane to this conversation is your identity.
Your real name is Olga Berezhnaya,
and to put it bluntly, you're a Russian spy.
This is role-play, yes? Heh. I like it.
- I'm a spy, you're the police. - You can drop the pretense.
I've seen your dossier in London.
So you could just answer my questions
and I won't call my friends in American intelligence
and tell them all about you. Promise.
- You're here about Zolotov? - Mm-hm.
You should know he was not my assignment.
I'm supposed to be, um, getting friendly
with a foreign dignitary who frequents this club.
And you just stumbled upon a Russian oligarch
in the course of your duties?
He came in with a man named Harry Magarac.
Harry's a regular, friend of the owners.
I recognized him, and I thought my superiors
might want to know what they were discussing.
So you listened in?
It was a matter of little consequence. Business.
But Yuri, Zolotov's bodyguard,
he was former Federal Protective Service.
We were in a training exercise together five years ago.
He made me and warned Zolotov.
If Zolotov wasn't your assignment, why did he run?
He didn't want his friends in Moscow to hear
that he was working on another deal
while he was on a mission for them.
He was on a mission for the Kremlin?
From what I could gather, he was in the U.S.
to conduct some sort of secret back-door diplomacy.
I don't know the details, but if that's what got him killed,
there will be consequences.
[CHATTERING]
[BAND PLAYING JAZZ MUSIC]
Mm. I don't care what Sherlock says. This food is not just fuel.
You'll have to tell Sherlock what he missed.
Are you all right? You're barely eating.
Oh, I had a late lunch.
This dish reminds me of one I enjoyed at Le Val Gielgud,
one of Mycroft's first restaurants.
I'm quite aware he's alive, Joan.
I'm also aware that he's under the protection
- of American intelligence. - Sherlock told you?
No, I have my ways.
It's my understanding that you were quite close.
For a little while. Have you heard from him?
Not for some time, no. But I understand why it must be.
I respect the choice he made.
I have to admit
I wondered if that's why you came to New York.
He's gone, so you wanna mend your relationship with Sherlock.
There was another matter I was hoping to discuss with you.
For some time now, I've been banking my own blood
for emergencies.
And I found a local facility that provides the service.
I was hoping, given your medical background,
that I could impose upon you to evaluate it for me.
Sure, I'd be happy to.
Well, shall we endeavor another course?
Absolutely.
[DOOR CLOSES]
- Hey. You leaving? - Yeah.
- And you should too. - Did something happen?
Search was taking forever. I checked my log
and I got back-traced. Not only did I not find your woman,
I got my search program tracked back to your Wi-Fi.
Sorry, but I'm out. Anybody who can do that
isn't someone I wanna be messing with.
- What are we supposed to do? - Smash your computers,
then take a vacation, a long one.
Mason. Mason!
[PHONE RINGING]
- Hey. - Have you been trying
to run down a suspect in the Zolotov shooting?
A woman? Asian, early 40s?
We had someone running an online search. Why?
You should get down to the station
because she's in my office.
I apologize for all the cloak and dagger,
but under the circumstances, it was necessary.
- My name is... HOLMES: Cindy Park.
You are the U.S. State Department's Undersecretary
for European Affairs. Earlier this evening,
we learned that Zolotov was conducting business
on behalf of the Russian government.
May we assume that you were his negotiating partner?
Correct on all counts.
We were trying to hammer out an agreement
to end the Russian-Ukrainian war.
He was representing the Russian rebels and the government
and the undersecretary was negotiating for the Ukrainians.
You thought his death was related to the peace talks.
You couldn't say so because it might jeopardize your efforts.
Turns out, State has been monitoring our investigation.
- Using the NSA to spy on us. - We were hoping you were right.
He was killed due to the port deal.
Unfortunately, our investigation found something different.
The men who killed Zolotov.
You weren't able to identify them, but we were.
Vasyl Melnyk and Orest Mishchenko.
Ex-Ukrainian military. They're suspected in a dozen hits
- all over Eastern Europe. - Ukrainians?
The war has brought the Ukrainian government
an increase in foreign aid. It could be
they don't want that to end, but they need
to keep up their image as victims of Russian aggression.
They sent them to assassinate the Russian's peace envoy
and then killed them to cover up their involvement?
Why would the Ukrainian government hire hit men
whose nationality would cast suspicion their way?
And why would they kill them so close to the crime scene?
You're assuming the Ukrainians are competent,
which is in question, but you're right.
- They might have been framed. - By whom?
The undersecretary is not at liberty to say.
She told us because she wants us to drop the matter.
Due to the sensitive diplomatic situation,
federal agents will be taking over the Zolotov investigation.
We appreciate your hard work and your understanding,
but we'll take it from here.
Hey, is this everything?
[SPEAKS IN UKRAINIAN]
- Was that Ukrainian? - Might have been.
Is it about the Zolotov case? We're done with that.
No. You, a policeman with orders, are done with it.
Watson and I are private citizens and can do as we wish.
Please give our case materials to the undersecretary
with my kindest regards.
You getting anywhere?
Miss Park acknowledged that the possibility
the Ukrainian government was being framed.
This suggests a third party who wants to keep the war going.
Now, ask yourself, who profits most in times of war?
- Arms dealers. - Weapons
are the United States' most profitable exports.
American ethnic communities have a long tradition
of sending weapons to their war-torn homelands.
Let me guess. It's happening with Ukraine too?
The Ukrainians have gone so far as to send fundraisers
to the United States. I got off the phone with someone
who gave me a list of American arms dealers
- most active in the conflict. - Just like that?
I have posed as a Ukrainian- American businessman
interested in helping the cause.
Point of fact is they confirmed a list I'd already compiled.
Okay, officially, I don't wanna know about it.
I'm worried about what happens when the feds' theory
about the Ukrainians gets back to the Russians.
There could be reprisals. More deaths. Less peace.
Maybe give them a better theory? Whether they wanna hear or not?
Watson is, at this very moment, having a chat with someone
with a passing familiarity with arms dealers.
[DOOR OPENS]
Joan. I didn't expect to hear back from you so quickly.
- Shall I send for more food? - I'm good, thanks.
And to be honest, um, the blood bank
isn't the only reason I wanted to speak with you.
So I looked into that facility you asked about.
It's adequate, but I think you can do better.
This company pioneered autologous blood banking
and can keep several pints on hand for up to 10 years.
They also work with local hospitals to ensure
that you'll receive your own blood when you need it.
- Impressive. Thanks. - Of course.
And the other reason you wanted to speak to me?
Can you tell me which of these arms dealers
is making the most money off the Russian-Ukrainian conflict?
You know what they say, war's good for business.
You don't deny selling weapons to both Ukrainians and Russians?
Sold weapons to the Ukrainians, but not the Russians.
The Russians make perfectly good ones on their own.
I sold them computer parts and electronics.
For drones and long-range missiles.
I don't know where they end up. I know they bought a lot.
According to our sources, you used to work for the CIA.
So your contacts in D.C. could have told you about his mission.
You have friends who could've gotten you
- Pentillion's software. - Means and motive, Mr. Soble.
Means, yes.
But you couldn't be more wrong about motive.
Did I know Zolotov was trying a back-door diplomacy? Yeah.
But I didn't kill him.
Fact is, I had every reason to hope that he'd succeed.
You said war was good for your business.
War is good for selling. Peace is where you cash in.
Especially in this situation.
The Russians paid me completely in rubles
deposited in an account in Moscow.
The U.S. and the E.U. leveled sanctions against them.
They were messing around in the Ukraine,
including restricting their exports.
- Value of the ruble took a hit. - You want the war to end
so the ruble will rise enough for you to cash in?
The Ukrainians? Your business with them
comprises the lion's share of your profiteering.
Sure, I sold them a lot of product.
But I haven't gotten paid. Ukrainians are cash poor.
My friends in D.C. encouraged me
to sell weapons to them on credit.
I haven't seen a penny yet.
War goes on, the Ukrainians are gonna default on their debts.
I'll end up writing off everything I sold as a loss.
Is that typical for your line for work?
Every war is different. That's the way this one broke down.
Anybody who sold to the Russians and Ukrainians
- is in the same boat. - So who stands to profit
- if the war continues? - Dutch natural gas,
Azerbaijani caviar, Polish vodka, Norwegian lumber.
The folks who make money provide an alternative source
for the things the Russians can't export
because of the sanctions.
I know he probably didn't have Zolotov killed, but still.
When I think of the people that died because of his weapons...
His business is vile, but legally, he's not a murderer.
He might've just given us the key to this case.
- Talking about the sanctions? - The list of products he gave
were not the only Russian exports kept off the market.
I tracked down a list and that has yielded a suspect.
- Who? - Never mind. Sorry.
Suffice it to say, we won't be taking any hackable cars.
Come on, I'll explain on the subway.
[DOOR CLOSES AND DOOR BELLS JINGLE]
Miss Helbron.
Uh, sorry to intrude. Um, I was hoping I might have a word.
You have good manners. You must work hard at them.
I can be quite rude at times, when I fail to make the effort.
I forget sometimes too, especially when I'm working.
It's hard. How did you find me?
Well, I wanted to speak with you privately.
I tracked down your residence, tried to pay you a visit.
I don't spend much time at home. It's very small.
New York apartments are very small.
They can be quite restrictive in other ways too.
Your building doesn't allow pets, for example.
Yet when we met at Pentillion the other day, you had, um...
You had cat hair on you from at least a dozen different sources.
You don't strike me as the sort to break rules.
I concluded that you interacted with a large number
of felines somewhere other than your apartment.
And this cat café is nearby.
You used logic, a series of if-then binary decisions
that inevitably led to me. What did you wanna say?
I'm here to discuss the uncomfortable subject
of the murders which occurred the other day.
More specifically, I'd like you to help me apprehend
the person responsible.
[CAR BEEPS THEN TIRES SCREECH]
Damn it.
- Mr. Balsam. - What is this?
Fiona Helbron is using her software to control your car.
Don't worry, she's very safe. Much safer than you were
when you crashed the vehicle containing your hit men.
- What are you talking about? - Rocket engines.
Specifically, the ones being developed by Pentillion Edge.
You deferred a large portion of your salary for shares.
If they're a success,
- you stand to make millions. - So what?
So it proved to be a poor decision on your part.
Engines are behind schedule, not yet ready to compete
with the industry standard, the Russian-made RD-180,
an engine which powers every heavy lift rocket in the world.
Even those used by NASA and the U.S. military.
The RD-180 is off the market because of the sanctions
against Russia, and if they last long enough
the West's stockpile is gonna run out
just as your engines hit the market.
Unless the war ends before you're ready.
Then the Russian engines will return
and Pentillion's efforts will fail.
Your shares will be worthless.
I'm not sure how you found out about Zolotov's peace mission,
but once you thought it would derail your ambitions,
you arranged to have him murdered, keep the war going.
- You can't prove any of that. - But I can.
The phone in your hand contains an app
that Fiona created to control cars loaded with her software.
You just tried to use it to control your car,
but she stopped you.
Once she has your phone, she will retrieve the app's data
and show that you used it to send two men to their deaths.
No, it's too late to dispose of the murder weapon, I'm afraid.
All right. All right.
Zolotov was scum. He used intimidation
and assassination to build his empire.
And the Ukrainians, they were professional assassins,
so what if I killed three bad men?
It was for the greater good.
Pentillion's rocket engines, they're the first step
towards colonizing the moon and Mars.
- Did you get that, Fiona? FIONA: Yes, every word.
Fiona took the liberty of activating your phone
so she could listen to our conversation.
She's with the N.Y.P.D. and the FBI.
They await our arrival, and, well, they're no doubt
gonna appreciate your confession.
WATSON: Hi. - What's this?
What I worked on today while you wrapped up the Zolotov case.
- Murder in Paris? - From almost two years ago.
Businesswoman Sabine Raoult was gunned down in the street.
The crime was never solved. The French police found
five shell casings but only three bullets.
One in Sabine, two in the wall behind her.
What piqued your interest in a case two years old
and almost 4000 miles away?
Mason left his recognition software on our computers.
I used it to search for pictures of your father online.
There are almost no images of him.
But I did find these.
- He knew the victim? - I get the impression
they were seeing each other right up until her death.
- Think he had this woman killed? - No.
- Why did you search for these? - I noticed something odd
about your father at dinner, and again in his office.
The way he eats, small infrequent bites,
thoroughly chewed, like someone
who's had gastric banding, even though he's never been obese.
I also noticed he takes a lot of vitamins,
including high doses of B12,
which is absorbed through the stomach lining.
You think he's missing part of his stomach?
I thought, cancer. That's why I was looking for pictures.
To see if he'd ever shown signs of having been through chemo
or radiation therapy. Instead, I found Sabine Raoult.
You think the two bullets missing from the crime scene
- ended up in my father. - They were hallow points.
One of those could easily destroy a person's stomach.
He was caught in the crossfire when Sabine was gunned down,
- just like at the strip club. - But you're not convinced?
He asked me to help him find a place to bank his own blood
in case of emergency.
Which suggests another explanation.
I think Sabine was collateral damage.
Morland was the target.
Someone tried to kill your father,
and he's worried they're gonna try again.