- Fascinating so far. - It is.
- I was being sarcastic. - I'm aware.
How much longer is this gonna take?
A couple more hours should do it. Ahem.
As I expected, the rats, maggots,
and other scavengers in this park
have shown little interest in methamphetamine-tainted meat.
Which goes to support my belief
that six years ago, in the murder of Jarrod Ochoa,
a known meth addict,
the medical examiner grossly miscalculated the time of death.
And we couldn't have done this closer to home?
In pursuit of the most accurate data, Watson.
Pork most closely resembles human flesh.
And Mr. Ochoa was found on this very spot.
You'd be surprised at the specificity of insects,
depending on where you are in this city.
You know, there's a species of ant
which has been found to exist only within
a 10-block stretch of the Upper West Side.
The ManhattAnt.
I did not make that up.
This lovely conversation notwithstanding, I'm starving.
A restaurant not far from here
got good reviews. I'll get us some food.
- Anything other than... - Pork. Yeah, I figured.
- Say it again? - San Gimignano.
- San... - Gimignano.
- He-he-he. It's a little medieval town
on a hill in Tuscany. It has stone arches
and towers, the whole deal.
Supposed to be the best gelato in the world.
- You ever been there? - Uh-uh.
Good. We can go together.
Something wrong?
I'm just tired.
All right, I'll get the check.
- Captain Gregson. - Joan. What are you doing here?
Uh, Sherlock and I are staking out a steak.
It's kind of a long story, but I came to get us some food.
Um, this is Paige. Paige, this is Joan.
- Hi. - She's. She's a doctor.
- Oh, what kind of doctor? - A surgeon.
I helped the captain's friend out once.
Yeah, well, anyway, good seeing you.
- It was nice to meet you. - Likewise.
Hey!
What are you, blind? I was backing in.
Sorry, man. I got here first.
- I was pulling in. - Get out of the way!
You better move this damn car before I move it for you.
You're gonna give yourself a heart attack.
- Hey, move your ass! - You should really
- get your car out of traffic. - All right.
You think this is funny?
Come on, man, move it!
Oh, my God. Oh, my God. Did you see that?
- I'm calling 911. - She just...
She just fell out of nowhere.
Don't know what you'll find. No mystery what happened to him.
The woman on this table fell on the guy on that table.
The absence of mystery does not mean there's nothing to learn.
How often does one get to examine the effects
of one human body crushing another?
But if I'm interfering with your work...
Knock yourself out.
I think this belongs on your table.
Extensive pitting of the enamel and wearing of the crown
indicate it's from a person of advanced age.
And of course, uh, her lipstick.
This one's Rosalyn Graham, 76. That's Jason Leary, 28.
The reports are over here if you wanna take a look.
They said on the news that she fell from a 10th-floor balcony.
- Suicide, was it? - Cops thought either that
or an accident. She'd been showing signs of dementia,
so it's possible she got confused and fell.
I won't have my own opinion until after the autopsy.
Neighbors report seeing her wandering on numerous occasions.
Lost in her own building. Also found an ottoman
placed against the railing of her balcony,
as if she'd used it to climb.
This woman hasn't moved anything heavier than a tea cup in years.
Judging from the degenerative damage to the hands and feet,
I'd say she had severe arthritis. Wouldn't you?
I'd need a medical history to be sure,
but, uh, yeah, looks that way.
She'd have a hard time opening the refrigerator door,
let alone moving that ottoman onto her balcony.
You think someone else put it there?
I think you should just, you know,
delay your report until I've had a look at the scene.
You know, if she was murdered,
then Mr. Leary becomes a homicide too?
And just think, a moment ago, you called this case boring.
I mean, Mrs. Graham might not just be a murder victim,
she might be a murder weapon as well.
Someone call for a doctor?
Close the door, would you? About last night...
It's okay. You don't have to explain.
- It's none of my business. - Sit down.
Me and Paige, we go back a ways.
We started seeing each other about a year ago.
But she wanted to keep it quiet for my sake.
- What do you mean? - She used to be a detective
in the seven-four.
One night, about 10 years ago,
her team searched the home of a known drug dealer.
Some of the cash they recovered
never made it back to the precinct.
Oh.
She went with the flow. She took her cut.
And not to make excuses, but, uh, at the time,
she felt like she didn't have any choice.
They all got caught?
She cooperated. She was never charged.
But as part of the deal, she put in her papers.
And she thinks if other cops knew about your relationship
it would reflect poorly on you.
So when I called you "doctor" last night...
You were trying to hide the fact that we work together.
Yeah. Honestly, I thought she was over this months ago,
the hang-ups, the worries, and all of a sudden,
out of the blue a couple months ago
it became this thing again.
She could tell something was up.
So when I told her who you really were...
- She broke up with you? - For my own good.
Wow, that's terrible.
It was nice...
having someone again.
The super said Mrs. Graham owns the building.
Rest of the units are rentals.
So she had three adult children. They're being notified.
Husband's dead, though. She lived alone.
Not entirely alone.
Yeah, shih tzu, if I'm not mistaken.
There was a dog. Says here somebody picked it up.
Maybe one of her kids.
Hmm. The dog was well cared for,
based on the lavender-scented shampoo.
Interesting that a woman with dementia
could care so attentively for a pet.
Why do old people always have that smell?
It's a buildup of a compound called 2-Nonenal in their sweat.
Which is also responsible for
the cardboard taste of stale beer.
I found her arthritis meds. My mom's on the same stuff.
It's strong. You're probably right about Ms. Graham
- not moving that ottoman. - Whoever did move it,
did so quite recently. It rained yesterday morning.
It shows no sign of exposure to the elements.
Hmm.
Pretty sure these tablets should be pink.
These are yellow.
Switching an addled woman's medication
would be an ideal way to incapacitate her,
making it much easier to hurl her from a balcony.
Which makes the next question, "Who else was up here?"
Building doesn't have cameras.
And the tenants say they didn't see anyone.
Well, lucky for us, then, that whoever moved it
might have left us a sample of their DNA.
I'll get CSU up here.
Hey, I got your text.
So we're looking for someone who threw an old lady off a balcony?
The blood on the ottoman has been submitted for DNA analysis.
It'll be a while before we have the results.
Marcus and I were, however, able to identify
the mysterious pills found in place of Mrs. Graham's arthritis medicine.
Clonazepam. That's used to treat seizures and anxiety disorders.
That's pretty heavy stuff to take by mistake.
Would you say its misuse could cause someone
to appear confused, disoriented, forgetful?
- Absolutely. - And might those symptoms
- be mistaken for dementia? - That's what the killer wanted?
Mrs. Graham had no prior history
of either senility or depression.
Inducing signs of dementia in recent weeks
set the stage for the tale we're meant to believe:
That in her confused state, she wandered off her balcony
- to her tragic end. - So you think it was someone
who had access to her meds.
Plus you said she had money.
- Did she have children? - Three.
Her 50-year-old son Alan,
a physician, is the only one who lives locally.
He's also proving difficult to reach.
He's not at home or his office. Not answering any phones.
You're welcome to sit in on the interrogation
when the police find him, unless you'd prefer
to continue cyber-stalking the captain's paramour.
You witnessed their secret tryst last night,
he invited you to the precinct to discuss,
and now you're reading up on a defrocked female cop.
When the captain confided in you this morning, he asked you to
pry into the affairs of once-Detective Cowan?
- I am not prying. - Obviously.
She didn't want anyone to know about their relationship.
I bumped into them, she broke up with him.
- That's hardly your fault. - I know.
I thought I'd reach out to let her know I can keep a secret.
The newly orphaned Dr. Graham turned himself in voluntarily
in the company of an attorney.
This has all gotten horribly out of hand.
Yes, I replaced my mother's arthritis medication,
but I never meant for her to die.
So you thought she would just float to the sidewalk?
What? No. What are you talking about?
We know she didn't go over that balcony on her own.
- She had help. - Are you saying that...?
She was my mother.
Dr. Graham, we were under the impression
- you were here to confess. - To switching her meds.
I just wanted her to seem out of it. I didn't kill her.
We were under the impression you thought she fell.
Oh, my God. I was thinking this was all my fault.
Are you telling me she was murdered?
You said you wanted your mother to appear disoriented. Why?
A few months ago, she rewrote the will.
She told us at Thanksgiving she was cutting us out.
Said we were a bunch of spoiled ingrates
who cared more about her money than about her.
- So far, I'm inclined to agree. - I visited her every week.
I brought her groceries, made sure she was all right.
- I earned my share of the money. - If she had signs of dementia
you could have her ruled incompetent,
have the will thrown out. You gave her clonazepam.
The hearing was gonna be in a few weeks.
I don't say this very often, but your lawyer
should tell you to talk less. You just copped to a motive.
From where I'm sitting, he just proved he didn't have a motive.
Because if she dies prior to the competency hearing
present will stands, and he and his siblings
won't see a penny unless they contest it.
Who benefits from the will now? Maybe we should talk to them.
Mom left the entire estate in trust to Eustacia Vye.
You can try talking to her, but you won't get much back.
Eustacia Vye, that a friend of hers?
Her best friend. As in, man's best friend.
Eustacia Vye is Ms. Graham's prize-winning shih tzu.
We can rule her out as the killer.
Rosalyn was a tough old broad.
A lot of the guys at the firm didn't like her, but I did.
We understood each other. I know it's morbid,
but the first thing I thought when I found out she died was:
"Well, she always said she'd leave that place feet-first."
- Did she? - I'm sorry. What do you mean?
When you dropped her, which way was she pointing?
Wait a minute. I thought she fell.
I'm sorry. Are you saying someone killed her?
- You think that I...? - You were her lawyer.
She rewrote her will, named you trustee of her estate.
Means you're in control of her assets, including her building.
Where, according to her explicit instructions,
you are now to reside with Eustacia Vye,
ensuring she lives out the remainder of her days
in surroundings and lifestyle to which she's accustomed.
Looking forward to moving day? It's not often the doghouse
- is a step up. - Wow, do you have it wrong.
Really? You were just telling us what kindred spirits you were.
You sweet-talk her into changing her will?
We were kindred spirits because she was a hard-ass.
No one ever sweet-talked that woman into anything.
She changed her will to give her kids the finger.
- I tried to talk her out of it. - If she was so obstinate,
why bother? Those were her wishes.
- You were her lawyer. Why argue? - I've seen the way these things go.
When Leona Helmsley died, she left $12 million to her dog.
You think her heirs didn't fight that?
Took years to sort out, ate up half the estate in legal bills.
And the same thing's gonna happen here.
Her kids have already put a freeze on her accounts.
Look, I didn't go to law school to run a doggy daycare, okay?
I'm not staying in New York much longer.
I just accepted an offer from a firm in Chicago a few weeks ago.
Feel free to confirm that with my bosses.
Some other associate can live with Ms. Eustacia.
Unless either of you wants it.
Hi.
Oh...
- It's Joan, right? - Yeah.
The captain didn't send me, in case you were wondering.
- He told you we had it out? - He told me that
you were worried that you were gonna hurt his career.
That's right.
Look, you made a mistake 10 years ago,
and you paid for it. You really don't think
other cops are gonna see it the same way he does?
You consult for him, right?
I'm not a cop, if that's what you're asking.
Well, you know, you coming here,
it's very sweet, but you're talking about something
- you don't understand. - Then, please, explain it to me.
I've worked for the captain for a long time.
He stuck his neck out for me and my partner more than I can count.
If he says he can take the heat for you, he will.
I'm surprised you don't know that about him.
Unless there's some other reason you're calling it quits.
I'd like you to leave now.
He's one of the best guys that I know.
Whatever it is, you should tell him the truth.
Nice place. Making an offer?
No need. It's already in the family.
One of Father's investment properties.
I can just imagine him standing here going:
"Need it, need it, got it, got it, need it."
Tell me what we're doing here, and what it has to do with
a lovechild of a toilet and a corkscrew.
We're due at an appointment quite soon.
Thought biding my time up here would help put me in the mind
- of Rosalyn Graham's killer. - Okay.
I have a new theory of motive.
Visited the law firm of Rosalyn Graham's attorney.
They confirmed everything he told Marcus and me.
In the short term at least,
no one can profit from her estate.
It'll be embroiled in a legal quagmire for years.
Included in that quagmire is a deal she was about to make
involving an old friend of ours. William Hull.
- The real-estate mogul? - Yes.
That is Rosalyn's building there,
and this is Hull's latest monstrosity,
scheduled for construction at the end of her block.
So, Rosalyn was gonna sell Hull her building?
Not the building. The air above it.
Every building in the city
comes with a finite amount of air rights,
limiting the space that one can build up. Hmm.
It's to stop the city growing out of control
and overcrowding the streets, public services.
But a developer can buy another building's air rights
so long as that owner promises never to use them.
So, Hull needed Rosalyn's air rights?
Not just hers. Those of every other building on the block.
You acquire this one, this one, this one,
pretty soon you've got yourself a skyscraper.
Only now that Rosalyn's estate is tied up,
Hull can't acquire her rights.
And since the law requires that air rights
only be sold across adjacent lots, the loss of her rights
means he can't get the rest of the blocks.
So his project is a non-starter, dead before they break ground.
You think whoever killed Rosalyn did it
to stop Hull's project from moving forward.
I'd like to ask Mr. Hull
about his thoughts on the matter, who's behind it.
You let me know as soon as you know. Yeah.
Mr. Hull.
Don't tell me. I'm excellent with faces.
- The detectives. - Sherlock Holmes, Joan Watson.
You did some work for me on a casino deal.
- Not how we'd characterize it. - You're having a tough day
with Rosalyn Graham's murder. We just wanted a few minutes.
I remember now. You as much as accused me of being a killer.
- Today I don't have time. - You misunderstand.
We believe that Rosalyn Graham was murdered
specifically to hinder your projects.
As much as it pains to me to say, we're on the same side.
- Your design, is it? - It is.
Straight lines hurt you as a child?
Everyone's a critic.
- Reception's been harsh, has it? - Polarizing.
People love it or hate it, but, uh, it's got them talking.
No one killed anyone over this design.
- Have a particular enemy in mind? - Off the top of my head.
Other developers that wanted the lot.
A steel company I didn't hire once. Any of my ex-wives.
So, what is your next step? Is the building definitely dead?
That's what today's meeting was to discuss.
Maybe we can get the rights another way.
Maybe we can find an alternative site.
Maybe I cut a deal with the city to give me the rights
if I offer to build an opera house uptown.
The project is that important to you, is it?
What are you leaving behind, Mr. Holmes?
I build the future. Long after we're gone
people will look around out there, and they'll see me.
And this one?
This one is a legacy-maker for Busquet and for me.
A note here says a copy of this letter was sent
to building security. Can I ask why?
It's from an organization called Save The West Side.
We had an incident outside on the street.
Save the West Side was protesting,
and their leader hit one of my employees with a picket sign.
Charges weren't pressed, but after that
we sent everything we got from them to security.
"Your building is a modernist nightmare."
"A blight that must be stopped at all costs."
You didn't think threats from a violent protestor
- merited mention? - Honestly, I forgot about it.
Run-ins with neighborhood groups come up during projects like this.
They just don't want another Starbucks on their corner.
Incident involved the man that wrote this letter?
Group's leader, Derek O'Neal. According to Mr. O'Neal's
address here, your building would completely obstruct
his Central Park view. You're the real-estate expert.
How much would the loss of his view affect
- the value of his property? - A million dollars.
That might've meant more to him than a new Starbucks.
Hello, excuse me. We're looking for Save the West Side.
- This is the right place, yes? - Not anymore. We're done.
Wanna look at the space, talk to the building manager.
- Fourth floor. - Rosalyn's death
sticks a fork in Hull's building,
and these guys call it a day? Either news travels fast,
or, uh, we're on the right track.
- Can I help you with something? - We're not here for the space.
We're consultants with the N.Y.P.D.
What makes you think William Hull pulled the plug
- on his development? - What did you say?
No announcement has been made in the news.
You're closing your doors. We're curious how you found out.
- Hull's not building? - It's not looking good.
- You telling us you didn't know? - No.
- Are you saying that we won? - Could you tell us where
we could find Derek O'Neal? He's head of the group, right?
You say you're with the police?
You don't know? Derek is the reason we're shutting down.
He was this group. Rest of us didn't have the heart to go on.
There was a break-in here last Friday night.
He was stabbed to death right over there.
Well, uh, we're sorry for the intrusion.
Condolences on your loss.
If that's Derek O'Neal's blood,
he couldn't have killed Rosalyn Graham
because somebody killed him five days ago.
Derek O'Neal was out with friends.
Realized he left his phone at the office, went back.
Members of his group found him next morning.
Stab wound to the chest, few thousand dollars' worth
of computers gone, so detectives who caught it
- thought it was a robbery gone wrong. - We think it was less random.
CSU found a size 11 shoeprint on the office carpet.
Didn't belong to anyone in the group. Police were not able
- to identify the tread. - But I was.
Shape of the heel is unique to Luzzattos,
an ltalian dress shoe that retails for $500.
Unless a thief robbed a banker on his way to kill O'Neal...
You think his murder had to do with Hull's building?
O'Neal was the project's most vocal opponent.
Between the timing and the shoe, seems an unlikely coincidence.
Do we think there's any connection
between his murder and Rosalyn Graham's?
Both had ties to the building that was supposed to go up.
But on the surface, their murders have opposing motives.
Rosalyn's murder will, in all likelihood
doom the project, exactly what O'Neal wanted.
A single theory to explain both homicides
- has yet to present itself. - Could be two killers.
Some kind of turf war. Hull's side kills an activist.
- Activists kill his building. - Throwing Mrs. Graham
from her balcony seems too circuitous a route for revenge.
Keep it simple. O'Neal tried to stop William Hull's building.
- Anyone check Hull's shoe size? - No, but I will.
I'll take some guys to his office, interview his team.
Watson and I will focus on Rosalyn's murder.
As evidenced by the hate mail from Busquet's office,
the building had no shortage of detractors.
We can also check city council minutes, public records.
See if anyone else spoke out against it.
Let me know what you find.
So when you said that we will look through all this stuff
from the city, what you really meant was me.
Just spoke with a friend who's an engineer
at Department of Buildings, aware of
additional complaints against Hull's would-be building.
We need more paperwork to look through.
Did you know that in a building without fire sprinklers
the maximum travel distance to stairwells needs to be 150 feet?
But in a building with sprinklers, it can be 200.
It seems rude to make evacuees run an additional 50 feet,
whilst also getting wet, but I assume that's not your point.
My point is I'm gonna tear my hair out.
It's a mistake to theorize before one has data.
You know that. Speaking of data, what did you learn
when you went to visit the captain's lover yesterday?
- Not a damn thing. - Told you to leave it alone.
She did not break up with him because she's concerned about
tarnishing his reputation. There's something more.
I thought you said there wasn't any additional data.
There isn't, but I could tell there was more.
You shared those insights with the captain?
I wouldn't even know what to say to him.
"She lied about why she broke up with you." How will it help him?
This is weird. Derek O'Neal spoke
at a city council meeting a few months ago.
He brought up problems in an environmental study
- Hull's team did on the site. - So?
So how did they get that study? It was internal.
That stuff doesn't get submitted to the city until later.
I read a lot about how buildings get approved in the last hour.
Oh, I remember reading an interview.
Yes, this is from an interview he gave. Right here.
He quotes an e-mail from Hull saying that he didn't care
about a park they would have to bulldoze.
There was a mole inside Hull's organization
who secretly fed information to O'Neal?
It would explain why the killer stole the computers
from O'Neal's office. O'Neal got his hands
on incriminating evidence and the killer had to get it back.
Several people at Save the West Side
saw Derek meet someone they didn't know.
The description was enough to lD the person.
He worked as a filing clerk here until you fired him last week.
- His name is Austin Reem. - Mr. Reem admitted to us
he'd been selling inside information to Derek O'Neal.
He said you personally caught him
copying files one night. Your lawyers threatened him.
Forced him to reveal O'Neal's name and sign a gag order.
Then they had him clear out his desk.
That was Thursday, one day before O'Neal was killed.
This is ridiculous.
You think I killed this guy O'Neal over a few files?
They'd have become public record anyway in a matter of weeks.
Yes, I fired Reem.
I found a spy in my office, and I plugged a leak.
How is any of that motive for murder?
Well, it depends what was in the files.
Perhaps evidence that you bribed an official.
Perhaps you cut corners on safety codes.
We don't think O'Neal knew what he had,
or he'd have used it against you. Whatever it was,
we're guessing you couldn't just leave it out in the world.
The information in those files, it was nuisance stuff.
Do we skate the legal edge now and then?
Of course we do. Everyone does. It's the way to get things done.
But nothing in there broke the law.
And certainly nothing remotely worth killing over.
Then I'm sure you wouldn't mind sharing those leaked files.
Mr. Reem provided a list, if that helps.
No. Those files contain
proprietary and confidential information.
The studies this firm does,
my designs, whether you like them or not,
they're what we make here, and they have monetary value.
You want those, come back with a warrant.
Getting a warrant won't be easy. All we know is
some computers were stolen that may have some of his files.
- That's pretty thin. - We know one more thing.
We know that, at some point at least, he owned a pair
of size 11 Luzzattos. He might have got rid of them,
but his credit card statements might help.
I'll take this to the captain, see what he thinks.
My Department of Buildings friend has important
- information to share. - You go ahead.
I've heard enough about zoning laws to last a lifetime.
What are you doing here?
Way to make a girl feel welcome.
Well, sorry, but this is literally
the last place I thought I'd see you.
Do you want, uh...?
Do you want some water or coffee,
- something? - I'm fine.
Um...
The other night, I wasn't being honest with you.
I told you I thought my past could hurt you.
But there's more to it, and you deserve to hear it.
Am I about to get the "it's not you, it's me" speech?
It is me.
Your friend Joan stopped by the shop, and...
She knew I was hiding something.
What are you talking about?
I have MS.
I was diagnosed two months ago,
and I didn't know how to tell you, so...
I haven't been worried about what I'll do to your career.
I've been worried about what I'll do to the rest of your life.
Paige.
It's very early, but so are we.
Eventually, this disease is gonna get ugly.
And I was using the job as an excuse,
because you're a good man
and you don't deserve to be stuck with what's coming.
So that's it.
I don't get a say in this?
No.
Goodbye, Tommy.
Watson!
- What's all this? - Illumination, Watson.
It is if you put it in the fireplace.
These materials represent a fundamental shift
in our perception of the case.
- You got this from your friend? - Some of it.
His important news was that
William Hull put out a press release earlier today.
The magnate has got his wish.
They've found a way to move forward with the project.
- Settled the air rights problem? - No, they went around it.
Or more accurately, under it.
This is the image
which accompanied today's announcement.
- It's shorter. - Twenty-three stories shorter.
The original is 63. This one is 40.
Used the air rights they could get to build a shorter building.
And they already have completed plans?
That seems fast.
Wait, these are not plans for the new building.
These are plans for the building Busquet's office is in.
It's too early to have details on the new design.
The decision is literally hours old.
These, however, were on file with the city
and my contact graciously supplied them.
These are the files that were leaked to Derek O'Neal's office.
So you got the plans to Busquet's building,
and used them to break into his office
to re-steal the plans to Hull's building
- that were leaked. - Succinctly put.
You can't use any of this as evidence.
- If I'm right, I won't have to. - Because?
The theory of the crimes has been wrong all along.
We've been thinking that Derek O'Neal
was killed to protect the building,
and Rosalyn Graham was killed to block it.
I now believe that both murders were the work
of the same killer, who intended to shrink it.
I was told the captain of Major Crimes
- needed to see me. - Yes, he'll join us in a while.
But for now we wanted to keep things informal.
- Do I need an attorney present? - Are you a criminal?
You're hard to read. You'd make a good negotiator.
You got five minutes.
Do you remember the Mars Orbiter mishap of 1999?
Weather satellite burned up upon contact
- with the Martian atmosphere. - Am I somehow responsible?
All caused by a small mathematical error.
One computer was using American units,
the rest used metric.
The point is, small miscalculations
can have big consequences. In this case, two murders.
Three if you count Jason Leary,
the man that Rosalyn Graham fell on.
An acquaintance of ours looked over the plans for your building.
He found that your architect, Mr. Busquet,
or perhaps someone in his team,
made an error in their wind calculations.
In short, at 63 stories
the building would've been structurally unsound.
Anything stronger than a stiff breeze
and it would've come tumbling down.
And you're saying that you think Busquet knew about this?
We think he discovered the mistake, but by then
things were too far along to pull the plug.
And you yourself called this building a legacy-maker.
Busquet has been heaped with praise, from which he's
already lined up several more high-profile jobs.
- Dubai, Tokyo, Sydney. - All those would've gone away
if he'd come clean, so instead he found a way
the building could only be 40 stories
without reflecting poorly on him.
So he killed Rosalyn Graham to tie up
her estate and air rights in legal battles.
Derek O'Neal's murder was likely not planned.
Evidence suggests that Busquet broke into the offices
of Save the West Side to retrieve the leaked documents,
lest his error be discovered one day.
O'Neal walked in on that, sealing his fate.
I swear I had no idea.
Yeah, well, your reputation for litigation precedes you.
Had Busquet told you about his cock-up,
- you'd have sued him blind. - So then why am I here?
- Why not just arrest Busquet? - Because we need your help.
Police have a sample of what we think is the killer's blood.
With a warrant, we can compel Busquet to provide a DNA sample.
The problem is, everything we just told you
was from us seeing a report that was not acquired
in a way that would stand up in court.
That's why our captain isn't in the room yet.
Now from here, things can proceed in two ways.
We could find another way to arrest Busquet.
And, I mean, you know us well enough by now.
We'd eventually be able to do that. But in that scenario
who knows how the court of public opinion will judge you?
We don't think you're involved. Press might see it differently.
And then the other scenario?
You give us all the materials you see here before you,
which, as the property developer, you rightfully own.
Then we invite the captain in. Police get their search warrant.
And then they arrest Busquet as the killer.
Your building will be 40 stories either way.
- This way, you're the hero. - I understand
you're considering running for office.
So which scenario do you think is better?
- Hi. You got my message. - Yeah.
Guess it's no coincidence you asked to meet at a place
across from Paige's shop. She told you I went to see her?
- Look... - No, no, no. This is...
I'm not mad about that. It's nothing to do with that.
Sit down.
She's out getting her lunch, but when she gets back
I'm gonna talk to her, but I wanted to talk to you first.
- Okay. - She has MS.
That's why she was pushing me away.
She wanted to spare me, you know?
It's early now, but, you know, I've been reading up
mostly on the lnternet about the timeline, uh...
you know, when things happen, how bad it gets.
It gets bad.
My first thought, and I mean my first thought,
is I don't care. I love her, I want to be with her.
But then...
You know, I realize with something like this,
you know, this isn't like that.
It doesn't count unless you go in with your eyes wide open.
So I wanted to talk through it first, you know,
with a doctor, heh...
and a friend.
See if there's, uh, anything this stuff isn't telling me.
I doubt there's anything I can tell you
that you haven't already read.
MS is cruel.
The progression is gonna be tough on her and you.
It could take years, or months.
And once the disease really takes hold
she's gonna need a lot of help.
Well, she's worth it.
The one thing the literature probably doesn't mention is
that you're not gonna go through it alone.
Your friends are gonna be there for you.
Oh, she's back early.
Hmm...
Well, wish me luck.
All of it.