NARRATOR: Previously on Elementary:
I've done something new to anger you.
You didn't mention you were the target of an assassination
which left a woman named Sabine dead.
I was right. He thought I was behind his near murder.
- And now? - I am a former suspect.
I'm not at the center of an elaborate revenge plot.
Sabine and I were very close. The would-be assassin has been dealt with.
You're lying, so I'll have to investigate the matter myself.
[DRAMATIC MUSIC PLAYING OVER TV]
[WOMAN SCREAMS OVER TV]
[DOORBELL RINGS AND WOMAN GASPS]
It's okay, Frosty.
Hi, I'm so sorry to bother you. My car broke down up the road
- and my phone died. - Mon dieu, of all the nights.
I know. I feel like an idiot.
Think I could use your phone to call my friend to pick me up?
- Uh... Of course, come in. - Thank you. You're a life saver.
- Oh, you're so cute. - This is Frosty.
- I'm Soleil. - I'm, uh, Nicolette.
- The phone is in the study. - I'm not interrupting anything?
Only The Creature from the Black Lagoon.
My favorite show got pre-empted by hockey.
- You want a cup of tea? - Oh. That's so nice. Thank you.
[DOOR OPENS THEN CLOSES]
SOLEIL: Keep warm. - Thanks so much.
Bye.
Nicolette?
Everyone within a hundred miles of Montreal has a sexy name.
It would've been suspicious if I didn't.
- What'd you find? - Soleil is a dutiful daughter.
She's kept her mother's letters, will, and other mementos.
Everything else is lying within.
If not, I'll resort to a s�ance to interrogate Sabine Raoult.
You can't be that sure that your father's girlfriend set him up.
She died in the attack.
A convenient outcome for whoever commissioned the crime.
[MAN SCREAMING]
[GRUNTS AND SHOUTING IN FOREIGN LANGUAGE]
Excuse me. Excuse me. Thank you. Sorry. Thank you.
Quite an audience. If it wasn't for the lack of paparazzi,
I'd assume a reality TV star got vivisected.
Three Chinese gangsters got shot-gunned.
- So less fun. - These folks are nervous.
They're worried this could be the beginning of a gang war.
- What do you think? - I'd have a better idea
if I knew what he was thinking. That's Meng Zhou.
He's the head of the Snake Eye Boys
with the second largest triad in the city.
- It's his guys in there. - Who is Meng likely to blame?
Ghost Mountain. Another triad, just came to the States.
They control a few blocks near Columbus Park.
Beat cops say there's been some friction.
We were afraid of something like this.
The arcade is co-owned by the three victims.
Their rap sheets are all over the map.
When they weren't scamming credit cards and companies,
they were running illegal drugs and protection rackets.
- Sound like big earners. - Yeah.
That's why retribution will probably be fast and bloody.
We need to make a collar on this ASAP
or this whole neighborhood could blow up.
I count three spatters, two victims, one knife.
GREGSON: Last guy managed to get his switchblade out.
We think he got winged, made it around the corner,
before the killer caught up with him.
I take it there were no witnesses?
We canvassed, talked to a few people who heard the shots,
looked out their windows. One couple saw a jogger.
Someone saw a woman hightailing it away from the gunfire.
- That's it. - Well, there are no cameras.
It's not surprising considering what this place was used for.
- Is this MDMA? - That's $25,000 worth.
They kept their stash in a safe behind the counter.
- Killer couldn't break the lock? - I don't think he touched it.
Whatever this was, it wasn't a robbery.
HOLMES: I think it might have been a betrayal.
- Ambush by an ally. - What makes you say that?
There's sodium bicarbonate in a pool of expectoration.
Killer put a pain reliever in his mouth to fake a seizure
to lure the victims to his aid.
They opened up, he opened fire.
They couldn't have been fooled by a stranger?
This man put a "9" and a "1" in his phone before he was shot.
Don't think he would've brought the police
to his drug-slinging pit if it wasn't someone he cared for.
So the triggerman was probably a Snake Eye, same as the victims.
He switched allegiances and he's working with Ghost Mountain?
Hard theory to test. Like I said, Ghost Mountain's new.
We don't have anyone plugged into their drama.
There are ways to ascertain whether Ghost Mountain's
cultivated a double agent in their enemy's organization.
[MAN SPEAKING IN CHINESE]
Mr. Xi, we are consultants with the N.Y.P.D. You have a minute?
[SPEAKS CHINESE AND DISCONNECTS PHONE]
- Who are you looking for? - You. Xi Hai Ching.
The so-called 489 of the Ghost Mountain Triad.
Everyone on this block pays you for protection, Mr. Xi.
- There's no sense denying it. - I do deny it.
There's no one here named Xi.
The department has been keeping an eye on you since June.
We may not have all the information we want about you,
but we do know your name.
Members of the Snake Eye Boys were ambushed at an arcade.
We suspect you paid one of their fellows to double-cross them.
I'm not leader of Ghost Mountain.
I never hear of Ghost Mountain. I only speak for myself.
You'd be wise to do so because as we see it,
no one stood to benefit more from the carnage than you.
You're very hands on, maybe you watched the whole thing.
I was with a woman last night. Her husband is out of town.
She's married. So she won't be able to back up your story.
She won't have to. She got a call from a hospital.
Her nephew, he was beaten and mugged.
- We went there to be with him. - Which one?
St. Bede's. Go there. Ask them if you don't believe me.
This is a dangerous neighborhood.
The police cannot keep us safe. If people pay for protection,
maybe you should blame yourself.
I'll check his alibi while you comb through his cell phone.
- You saw that lift? - Swapped it out for a duplicate?
With malware and a dead battery. Should get me enough time
to review his call history, flesh out the family tree.
I should find the Snake Eye mole before he has time
to sound the alarm and they all swap out their burners.
[SPEAKING IN CHINESE]
[DOORBELL BUZZES]
I wasn't aware you were back on this side of the globe.
My business brings me back to this city more than I'd like.
My son's behavior brings me back
to this Brownstone more often than I'd like.
- How have I offended now? - Are you looking into Sabine?
What gave you the idea I am?
I was informed by the woman you robbed.
Did you really think that Soleil and I would not be in contact?
That's precisely what I'd assumed.
After the attack, she could've blamed me
for her mother's death.
Instead, she prayed for my recovery.
I owe her answers, not more grief.
So you can imagine my frustration
when I heard her home had been violated
the same night as she was visited by a beautiful
but hapless Asian motorist.
Watson and I did not travel to Quebec on a lark.
Then why did you go?
There's reason to believe that Sabine was a party
- to the attempt on your life. - Oh, Sherlock.
Perhaps her participation was unwitting.
Perhaps you're just wrong about her character.
Either way, the shooter was far too well prepared
to strike when and where he did.
Rented a room above the plaza, disabled the traffic camera,
mapped his escape route. All of those facts
are completely at odds with your assertion
that Sabine chose the restaurant
on the spur of the moment that evening.
- It's impossible. - There is a vast gulf
between "impossible" and "impossible to imagine."
No. You've got everything backwards.
I am to blame for what happened to her.
If we had never met, she would still be alive today.
Someone I loved was annihilated because of me.
Well, there's an overdue sentiment.
To invoke your mother now,
you haven't changed.
I'm not going to stop looking into Sabine. She is the key.
Marcus, hey.
- Hey. - Two sugars.
The file you asked for, I swung by the 14th on my way in.
Ugh. You're getting the better end of this deal.
So Xi Hai Ching was lying about where he was last night.
No. But I think the assault he told you about
might be connected to the three homicides.
Kevin Chang. So he's the nephew of Xi's mistress?
Mm-hm.
It looks like he got jumped just two blocks from the arcade.
Yeah. About five minutes after the shots were fired there.
I get it's a rough neighborhood, but it's a serious coincidence.
Keep flipping.
Someone hit him with a blunt object.
That looks like it could be from the stock of a shotgun.
That's what I thought. It's the right size.
So maybe this wasn't a mugging after all.
Kevin was in the wrong place. Saw something he shouldn't have.
The shooter spent all his ammo blasting the triad,
and had to chase Kevin down, tried to beat him to death.
Looks like he almost finished the job.
Last notes say that the doctors had to put him in a coma
until the swelling in his brain subsides.
Doubt Kevin will be able to give a description if he wakes up.
Talk to people who found him. Maybe they saw the perp fleeing.
I'll call Sherlock.
MAN: Yeah, I was the third person to come along and see the mess.
People who found him were these two homeless guys.
They didn't have a phone and they were pretty drunk.
I was walking down the block and heard him yell for help,
- so I came on over. - And what did you see?
Kevin. That's his name, right? Yeah, he was covered in blood.
Somebody really bashed him and he's babbling and...
- Wait. He was still conscious? - Kind of.
He wasn't making much sense. He said an old lady did it.
- What? - Someone who lives above
said they saw an old woman hurrying away from the scene.
You think some old lady gunned down three Chinese gangsters,
and then caved Kevin Chang's skull in with a shotgun?
Watson is correct. Crimes were committed by the same person.
But I don't think that person was an elderly woman.
Might have looked like an elderly woman, though.
[DOOR OPENS]
- Have a seat. - What is this?
I will not be in the same room with this man.
Since you both have sworn that you're just simple shop keeps,
I don't see the harm in a little conversation, do you?
We thought you should know your gangs don't need to go to war.
We're almost positive Mr. Xi's organization had nothing
- to do with the killings. - Almost?
Yeah, it depends on whether or not there's any bakguai
in Ghost Mountain or the Snake Eye Boys.
A white man? In a triad?
- That's what we thought. BELL: We found the murder weapon.
It was used to beat a man named Kevin Chang,
two blocks from the arcade. It's your girlfriend's nephew.
Well, that's a coincidence, sort of.
Kevin, as you probably know, is a suspected mugger himself,
or at least he's a person of interest in a few open cases.
He made the mistake of trying to rob a killer on the run.
The beating he ended up taking attracted attention,
so the shooter decided to ditch his stuff.
We found this mask hidden in the same spot.
And it's made of silicone and mortician's putty.
Usually, the putty is used to cover injuries on dead bodies,
but obviously, it could be utilized in mask-making as well.
There were brown Caucasian eyebrow hairs stuck to the back.
The hairs are a DNA match for a half-chewed seltzer tablet
that we found at the arcade.
Captain, just what are you saying?
A white man made himself look like an old Chinese woman,
and faked a seizure.
Your guys dropped their guard and came to his aid,
and were gunned down for their trouble.
My condolences.
All right. Thank you.
Sounds like everybody's come out of their bunkers.
Patrol cops saw Ghost Mountain and Snake Eye members
out and about last night.
Always great to get criminals back out on the street.
Well, it's what we want this time. No shots fired.
Looks like the peace will hold
unless the Master of Disguise decides to strike again.
I assure you, there's no such thing as a Master of Disguise.
- If there was, I'd be one. - Of course, you would.
You scoff, but I did drama. I mastered stage makeup.
I was quite adept with prosthetics and wigs,
but I learned that they have their limits.
A plan to infiltrate a dining club in the guise of a rival,
was a spectacular failure.
You think this adult killer is more skilled than you were?
I doubt it. Let's say he was to impersonate you.
Your appearance would not be enough.
He'd have to mimic your gait, your inflection, your scent.
I doubt the most skilled actor with sophisticated makeup
could pass for an imbecile's distant acquaintance.
Yet according to you, our perp tricked three triad members
into letting him into their arcade.
He was seen at night through a dirty window
whilst foaming at the mouth and pretending to seize.
All this contributed to their ability to pass for Bai May-Lung.
And who is Bai May-Lung?
The Snake Eye Boys call Bai "Grandmother."
Her deceased husband was a triad lieutenant.
He used his wife's hair salon to launder money.
She finished a three-year bid at Albion Correctional.
Revered by the three victims for her service,
and unsuspecting in the extreme. She's perfect.
I'm sold.
Why don't you two go have a chat with her,
see if she has any idea who wanted to impersonate her.
Bai served a prison sentence in her 70s rather than cooperate.
She won't talk to anyone with a badge.
I dispatched Watson to her home at Willowbrook Assisted Living.
Hopefully that should make things go more smoothly.
- Get out. I say, get out. - Ma'am.
The reason I wanna talk to you about The Snake Eye Triad is...
[SPEAKING IN CHINESE]
Okay. That's not very nice.
Look. Three of your husband's old gang members
were shot to death the other night.
Do you want that person brought to justice or not?
- They will be. - Meng Zhou isn't so certain.
This wasn't triad business. The killer was a white man.
He got close to the victims by disguising himself as you.
[SPEAKS IN CHINESE]
He made that.
He dressed like you.
Might not seem like much
but it was enough to fool the men that were killed.
You know who did it, don't you?
Two weeks ago, there was a photographer here.
White man.
He say I need Willowbrook lD. He took pictures.
Then he want to know about Snake Eye Boys.
- Had you seen him before? - No.
I go in bathroom to call the front. Get him out.
But I come back, he left. Pervert stole my laundry.
- He took your clothes. - It was in a basket there.
My nice jacket, bras, everything.
- What did he look like? - White man. Brown hair.
- Anything else? - No. I don't see good anymore.
White man. Brown hair.
Waiting to talk to the administrator. He's wrapping up.
In the middle of a negotiation with a tapioca vendor.
Can you imagine being king of this castle?
I feel worse for the residents who live here.
Not even Bai deserves to be preyed on by these charities.
Can you doubt the authenticity of an organization
which provided at least one ping pong table to a school?
Wherever there's an immigrant, there are these organizations
funneling cash into gangsters' pockets.
You think the Community Outreach is a triad creation?
They're trying to trick people into leaving them money.
Hey, there. Hey. Michael Haas. Michael Haas.
My assistant gave me the gist. You think we had a killer? Wow!
Yes, wow. We're hoping the culprit might appear on your footage.
You don't have any cameras in this hallway,
but the one over by the door would be sufficient.
Actually, that's just closed circuit. It doesn't record.
At night, we have a security guard at the desk.
He can see anyone who's coming. Buzz them in if it's all good.
Murderers are free to harass residents during business hours?
Ms. Bai said her visitor was a man who claimed to work here.
You could show us where you keep your files.
It would be helpful to look at employee records, vendors.
- I wish I could. - You are the boss, right?
Sure. But my people have privacy rights.
Without a warrant, I wouldn't feel comfortable.
But listen, it doesn't matter. This guy doesn't work here.
- I can tell you that right now. - How?
We've got 25 people on the staff. Except for me,
everybody's Jamaican, Salvadoran, or Chinese.
No white men. That's just the way it worked out.
We signed a visitor log when we arrived.
Anything the killer would've had to provide to gain access?
Sorry. Willowbrook is not a prison.
But you can make a copy of that log if you want.
HOLMES: Which dead gangster do you wanna start with?
Adam Tsai, looks like he might have been the first one shot.
So who do you want, Ray Mui or Goh Chung Pei?
Flip a coin. Casting about their criminal histories for clues
to their killer's identity seems a very broad approach
for such a specific crime.
I don't see where we're gonna get traction.
We have that copy of the Willowbrook visitor log.
It's not like the guy would have signed in with his real name.
Plus half those signatures are illegible scribbles.
What are you gonna do with Soleil's hatbox over there?
Contents proved to be useless. I'm returning it to my father.
- He's in town? - Found out about what we did.
He's a much more involved father to the daughter he never had,
than he was to either of the two sons he did.
Soleil called him after the theft. He came to see me.
That could not have gone well.
He insisted Sabine Raoult died because of him,
and he took full responsibility.
Sounds like that bothered you.
We never talked about my mother, did we?
I mean, I know she died a long time ago but other than that...
Everything about me you might find interesting or good,
you'd have found a more pure distillation of that in May.
Naturally, my father divorced her when I was 8 years old.
I knew trouble was brewing when Mycroft and I
were packed off to school a year ahead of schedule.
By the time we came home, my mother was out on her ear.
- Your father threw her out? - She signed a prenup.
My father was guaranteed full custody.
She was guaranteed visitation, small amount for expenses.
She lived her last few months in a flat in the East End.
So modest that it went up like a tinderbox
when the neighbor's water heater caught fire.
Yeah, I'm sure the smoke could've got her before the...
So I didn't speak to my father for two years after that.
- You held him responsible. - I did.
You still do.
I'm sorry.
Just give me one second.
- I can work downstairs. - Oh, no, I don't mean...
Here, have a look at this.
The fourth entry on the morning Bai was visited. Take a look.
What am I looking at? Looks like scribbles.
Doesn't say anything. Doesn't mean it doesn't tell anything.
An elite graphologist can use a mere doodle
as the basis for a sample in some instances.
- So be an elite graphologist. - Okay.
If this is the killer, I would say he was left-handed.
- Writes with a slanted baseline. - Yes. Note the loops.
- They might be arrhythmic. - They are.
Just like the ones you see here.
Sven Eklund?
The Good Samaritan who called in the mugging?
The short white man who committed the mugging.
Wrote down his contact details for the police.
He's a mortician?
Mm. Who does frequent business with Willowbrook Assisted Living.
Their resources page calls his work "incredibly lifelike."
Thanks to his skill with mortician's putty, no doubt.
OFFICER [OVER RADIO]: Team leader, this is unit four.
Neighbors haven't seen our guy.
Any word from the cars that rolled on his business?
Place was empty. I want an ND car at the end of this block.
This guy split but...
You never know. Maybe he'll come to his senses.
Copy that.
GREGSON: What do you got?
Guy's missing four shells. Same kind used at the arcade.
- This is where he made the mask? - Masks. You need to see this.
Now, I recognize Bai and Meng. No idea on the other guy.
Me neither. So he could look like any of these people?
Seems to be the idea.
There's paint on this table in different flesh tones.
Pretty sure he made masks of all of them.
- What is this guy up to? - No clue.
But he may not be finished killing people.
WATSON: You slept. - Yes, I'm human.
It is required periodically. Your phone woke me up.
It was Marcus. Sven Eklund's wife got a text from a burner.
"So sorry. Leaving tomorrow. I'll call you when I'm safe."
So a manhunt's underway and he's gonna spend the day in the city?
Could be scrambling for a way to get out of the country.
Or he hasn't finished what he's doing.
Did his wife know why he rained hell down on triad members?
No. But apparently he got a terminal diagnosis recently.
Cardiomyopathy.
His heart's gonna be too big to continue beating within a year.
She thinks he snapped.
A mortician who can't come to terms with his own mortality? Eh...
Bai's mask was used to execute three gang members.
And then discarded.
A mask would suggest a fixation with the Snake Eye Boys.
Perhaps he intends to use it to commit more murders.
This man doesn't look like he's a member of any triad.
Maybe Sven used a mask to get into Willowbrook to talk to Bai.
I suppose if you are half blind, this man might appear Caucasian.
The captain's got Meng Zhou coming into the station.
Gonna warn him. Go to Willowbrook,
see if I'm right about that guy.
BAI: No. - You're quite sure
that's not the man who took your clothes?
Are you going blind too? This man is not white.
- What about this man? - Maybe.
Maybe his cousin.
The man who took my picture, he had a big nose.
- So him except for the nose? - That's what I said.
We have no idea what this man is planning.
But we can figure it out and stop him if you work with us.
Three of your men have already died.
More attacks could be coming. You don't wanna tell us
how Mr. Eklund is connected to the Snake Eye Boys?
Never have I seen this man before.
But this man, this is Terry Perez.
WATSON: And who's that?
He fixes machines at the arcade for many years.
But last week, he did something very unusual.
Ray Mui, my friend, one of the men who died,
he said that Terry came over very late one night.
He looks strange. His face. They thought maybe he on drugs.
He said nothing. He just waved them to open up.
But it was 1 a.m. in the morning?
So my friend said, "No, no, you come back tomorrow."
So Terry leaves.
Next day they call him and he said:
"You mistaken. I was not there last night."
It must've been Sven.
When his mask didn't work, he made one that looked like Bai.
I told you everything I know.
Now you find this man.
If Sven really did have to take two passes at that arcade,
I guess your partner is right.
There's no such thing as a master of disguise.
At least we now know what those two masks were for.
That just leaves us the one that looks like Meng.
- What's up? - Sherlock says Sven
did not wear a mask when he went to see Bai.
He just made his nose a little bigger.
Just in case Sven is going for the less-is-more approach,
Sherlock mocked up a few alternate looks
for the Finest Message you could shoot.
Okay, I'll get these out to our people.
WOMAN [OVER lNTERCOM]: Sir, your son is here.
He's not on the schedule.
- Send him in. - Yes, sir.
Sabine's things.
You can return them to your beloved step-acquaintance.
So you've cleared Sabine.
There's ample evidence that her affection was genuine.
But there's nothing dispositive one way or the other.
Only because you can't prove a negative.
I'd come closer if I could have access to her e-mail accounts.
I know she ran your Paris office.
A review of her business correspondence should settle it.
And when you've finished, come back and apologize.
- That will be a cold day indeed. - It's uncanny.
When I look at you, I see your mother. I hear her voice.
I am my mother's son.
You have more in common than you realize.
- What's that? - Something I dug up
after our little talk.
Records of her stay at the Lawford Center.
Did you really believe you were the first addict in the family?
She had a problem. I didn't understand it.
I only knew that I loved her.
So I forced her to get help as a pre-condition of our marriage.
Worked. We started our family.
Mycroft came along and then you.
When her sobriety was finally punctured,
I sent the two of you away to boarding school.
I urged her to return to Lawford, she refused.
She thought she could get well herself.
I told her it was a mistake.
Never have I been so unhappy to be correct.
She begged me not to tell you.
And for decades I obliged, but no longer.
I wish I could say that I cut her off to help her but I can't.
Enforcing our prenuptial agreement
was the pettiest thing I've ever done in my life.
I made the decision out of anger.
I shall never forgive myself.
But enough is enough.
Well, you don't get to decide that.
I do, Sherlock. I have.
Now get out.
[PHONE BEEPS]
Sherlock, I don't know why you're not returning my texts,
but Sven Eklund is out there and we could use your help.
If that was Sherlock, you can tell him to relax. We got Sven.
TSA and Port Authority Police popped him with a fake lD.
He had a putty nose and a brown wig on.
Dead ringer for one of the alternate looks we put out.
- They're bringing him. MAN: Yeah. That's right.
The last one, he started to run to the back of the arcade,
so I, you know, I ran after him.
And he slipped and I shot him in the chest. Then I left.
All right. Just so we've got the rest of it clear,
you're almost to your car and then Kevin Chang,
he came up to you and demanded your wallet?
My purse, actually, because, you know, I was an old woman. Heh.
I feel a little bad about how much I hit that guy,
but there was so much adrenaline.
You seem awfully pleased with yourself. I'd like to know why.
What was all this about?
Well, there's three fewer bad guys in the world.
I'm sure you appreciate that.
What were you gonna do with the other disguise?
- What were you gonna use it for? - To get into the arcade.
But then you know, I realized those guys saw him every day.
The mask wouldn't fool them. So I made others.
I don't believe you. Come on, Sven. Don't get shy now.
I wanna know why you didn't run when we were looking for you.
You waited. Sure you didn't stick around to use that mask?
We gonna find bodies with your name on them?
- No. You've got the wrong idea. GREGSON: Help us understand.
Why did you do this?
Does it have something to do with that scar on your arm?
It looks pretty fresh. Maybe a few weeks old.
I hurt myself at work.
We use surgical scissors when we do embalming.
I left some out, I just turned right into them.
It looks like a knife wound. One of the men at the arcade
who was killed, Ray Mui, he had a switchblade on him.
Would've left a mark like that. He did that to you, didn't he?
Did you finish getting your revenge or was there more?
Uh...
- I don't have anything to say. GREGSON: You got a year to live.
And you were proud to sit there and tell us every detail
about how you killed three guys.
So the only reason I can imagine you're not telling us why,
is because there's something you did.
Something you don't want us to know about.
Get me a lawyer or take me to jail. I'm done talking.
GREGSON: I hope that second bag of chips is a little reward.
- You did good work today. - An "I" for incomplete.
I hear you. I'm pretty sure when Sven goes to meet his maker,
he's gonna have to answer for more than those three murders.
- But tomorrow is another day. - Before you go, I was right.
Sven was stabbed on the 23rd of last month.
He was treated in the ER at Hamilton Hospital.
The doctors weren't buying his scalpel story.
The blade that cut him was double-edged.
They filled out a police report.
That could have been made by a switchblade like Ray Mui's.
We would've caught it sooner but Sven wasn't gonna talk,
so the report got lost on the bottom of the pile.
How did you think to go to the 14th precinct?
They cover Hamilton and it's the closest place to the mortuary.
Do you think the Snake Eye Boys attacked him at his work?
Look at the intake time. 11:30 a.m.
We've got Sven's work calendar.
He was doing an embalming in the morning
and was supposed to handle a viewing at noon.
Why would a triad charge into a mortuary, stab somebody,
their boss doesn't even know?
That's what I'd like to know.
- He lives. - Sorry I've been out of touch.
Had a few things to chew on. Family matters.
- You okay? - I'll be better with some work.
So I understand from your many messages
that Sven has not confessed to anyone's satisfaction,
and that you believe he was once knifed by Snake Eye Boys.
But he won't admit it, which makes no sense.
Couldn't confess fast enough until we asked about motive.
Revenge was not enough?
He got revenge, so why not crow about it?
He didn't explain why a triad would go into his business
- and attack him. - That's interesting.
So is this.
The body that Sven was working on that morning, Brent,
he had been a resident at Willowbrook.
Imagine many of Sven's clients come from that warehouse.
Yes. It's strange. The embalming process takes a couple of hours.
According to these phone records, Sven took a break
in the middle of working to call Haas,
the administrator. Two hours later, Sven is in the ER.
There's something there. I just can't place it.
Of course you can't. You weren't with me at Willowbrook.
The Chinatown Community Outreach posters,
which so offended you, had been removed.
Presumably at the request of Mr. Haas,
but we'll have to exhume Mr. Arrieta's body to know for sure.
[COUGHING]
Okay. Now, you really have to tell me, why am I here?
Why are you making me look at Mr. Arrieta?
Because we had to.
Thought it might put you in the proper frame of mind.
I know it's dreadful, but the stench would be much worse
if Sven Eklund hadn't embalmed the body.
We wanted to talk about why he stopped midway through
to call you and why just two hours later,
he's getting his arm stitched up.
And why the very next day he started photographing faces
that would help him shoot up a Chinese Triad.
Figuring out how those things connected cost us sleep.
You see, we now know why Sven was calling you.
Mr. Arrieta here is still chockfull of muscle relaxant.
- It was the cause of death. - He died in his sleep.
He died of a massive Carisoprodol overdose.
Administered in his food, made it impossible to breathe,
suffocated in his armchair.
Sven would've realized that when he went to insert these caps.
Morticians use them so the eyes don't open during the viewing.
He would have seen Mr. Arrieta's enlarged pupils.
That is one of the classic signs of a muscle relaxant overdose.
Don't pretend this is first time you've heard this.
Sven called you to tell you what he'd found.
Little did he know, you were the one who poisoned Mr. Arrieta.
No. Why would I? That's crazy.
Your first move was to call the Snake Eye Boys.
They went and explained to Mr. Eklund,
with the help of Ray Mui's switchblade,
that he needed to keep his mouth shut, which he did.
So now I'm not just the killer.
Now I can sic Chinese gangsters on people?
Sure you could. You were their Golden Goose.
You gave yourself away when you took the posters down.
Chinatown Community Outreach. We pulled the 501c paperwork.
That outfit was wholly owned by the three men Sven shot Monday.
We can't figure out why you were scamming for those guys.
You get a cut or did they have something on you?
What guys? I don't even know who you are talking about now.
Ray Mui. Goh Choo Pei. Adam Tsai.
They had you pressuring residents at Willowbrook
to donate to their fake charity.
You don't think there's a paper trail?
I don't control who gives what to what charity.
No. You're just a voice in their ear.
And anyone who makes the mistake of revising their estate
gets a complimentary trip to Sven Eklund's slab.
- We're done here. - I don't think we are,
because when we look at all the deaths at Willowbrook,
we're gonna find a pattern of charitable giving and dirt naps.
Can we please go outside? I can't breathe in here.
[COUGHING]
I want immunity.
- I can testify. HOLMES: Against who?
Those guys. They have a boss.
Yes, of course. Meng Zhou. Came to see you last night?
How did you know that?
Meng Zhou was in our police station earlier this morning.
He was ticked to find out about the scam his dead buddies
had been running at Willowbrook.
- They never told him. - No. They did. He knew.
How do you know? Did he say so when he came to see you?
He didn't say anything. He just handed me a note.
Something to the effect of "Nothing stops"?
Maybe an account that was supposed to replace the charity?
If you had just asked Meng Zhou a question, just one,
you would've heard his voice, realized it was Sven Eklund.
Sven has cardiomyopathy. He's dying.
He got stabbed and he got angry.
He wanted to provide for his family.
What's your excuse for killing people?
Found something in Sabine's e-mails.
A message that sealed her fate and nearly yours.
One of her old friends from university was in town,
wanted to meet for a late drink.
Sabine told her where you would be dining that night.
There's no spur of the moment choice. She'd already decided.
That she always had a way of getting what she wanted
doesn't prove she was complicit.
No. In fact, she wasn't. Unbeknownst to her,
her e-mails were being read by a mercenary.
I had a friend take a look at her account.
He discovered a worm which was blind copying her mail,
and sending it to a separate account
belonging to a man named Ruslan Krasnov.
- Who is he? - A killer of Chechen extraction.
Obviously, Ruslan is just a triggerman.
He's not the architect of the assassination attempt.
Should be easy enough to find his employer.
It would be if he wasn't serving a life sentence
in the supermax prison outside St. Petersburg.
So if you want answers from the horse's mouth...
I'll find a way.
Did you give me this just to be horrible,
or did you think it would change anything?
It is helpful. I'll give you that.
It gives me incrementally more insight into my own problem.
She's no less dead.
I'm no less an addict.
And you are no more a father.
I know what it's like to lose a great love.
It can change you, force you to make bad decisions.
I've told you. If I could take back the last 33 years...
I'm not talking about Mother.
These are dangerous times for you.
So I'd tread carefully.