Previously on Elementary...
Think just 'cause you're a cop,
you ain't got to watch where you're going?
Oh, you got something for me, cop?
The guy you hit, his name is Roy Booker.
He's my ex-husband.
You're gonna steer clear of her, forever.
Clear?
I went to see Roy yesterday.
Asked him about the report that got filed against me.
He put Gorham up to it. No question in my mind.
The whole thing's a setup.
Chantal?
Marcus.
How is she?
I, um...
found her lying on the bedroom floor.
Blood everywhere.
First, I couldn't tell if she was breathing.
There's no defensive wounds, and from the looks of it,
she hit her forehead on the bed frame going down.
He was probably waiting in the house,
came at her from behind.
Her nose is broken,
cheekbone's broken,
couple of broken ribs, skull fracture.
They called her unresponsive when they brought her in.
They did a CT scan, saw some bleeding and fluid
building up around her brain.
Doc says they're gonna keep her under heavy sedation
and keep a close eye on it for a few days.
They won't really know anything more till then.
I'm sure they're doing everything that they can.
If there's, uh, anything you need,
anything,
from me, Paige, just say the word.
Watson's with CSU collecting evidence at Chantal's home.
So far, her assessment matches yours.
The assailant lay in wait.
He gained entry by, uh, prying open a window.
It was a careful job, would've taken some time,
so it's unlikely that he would've gone undetected
if she'd been home.
You were there, so...
I take it you're aware of the other incident at the scene.
What other incident?
Whoever did this emptied his bladder
on Chantal's bed.
"Whoever did this"? Really?
You're talking like there's some mystery to solve.
We all know who did it.
Roy Booker did it.
Marcus, let's just slow down.
Why? He tried to jam me up, it blew up in his face,
so he took it out on her.
Let's-let's take a walk.
Thanks.
Captain's instructed you to sit this one out.
He's right.
I make a mistake 'cause my head's not on straight,
and I'm the reason Roy walks, I'd never forgive myself.
Captain said to sit tight, stay here with Chantal.
He's also gonna keep
a uni on her door to make sure she's safe.
I know how you're feeling.
The woman you love has been hurt,
and you want, with every fiber of your being, to avenge her.
And yet, you're powerless to do so.
In my case, I disappeared.
I spiraled into self- destruction and despair.
And for a long time, I was no good to anyone.
If this is a pep talk, it needs work.
And I'm not you.
It's not a pep talk.
You're right, our situations are quite different.
Unlike me,
you have people who care about you
to find justice for you.
And I promise you, Marcus,
justice will be done.
Do you see who his lawyer is? Ardy Gulbenkian.
That's the lawyer Roy was working for
when he tried to get Chantal pulled off a case.
It's a pretty bold move, bringing that guy in for this.
Perhaps he offers an abettor's discount.
Ready to go?
You people are aware that Mr. Booker's a former cop?
If you're expecting Mr. Booker to get special treatment
because of that, let me emphasize the word "former."
And let's not also forget how he left the job.
Detective Bell found out that he faked
a disability claim so that he could take an early pension.
In retribution, your client
got a civilian to file a false incident report,
accusing Detective Bell of aiming a gun at him.
That ended with your client getting arrested yesterday.
So, yeah. We're aware that he's a former cop.
We're also aware that he has some serious anger issues
with his ex-wife and Detective Bell.
I think that last part depends on where you're sitting.
Sounds to me like this whole precinct's
got a vendetta against my client.
How's he supposed to get a fair shake?
He shook himself quite adequately at the crime scene.
Or were you not aware of his act of defilement?
I'm aware someone did that.
It's the reason I wanted to remind you
Mr. Booker used to be a cop.
He'd have to have been pretty stupid
to urinate at a crime scene, don't you think?
He knows how DNA works.
Angry people make mistakes.
And I got to think he was plenty angry
when his attempt to jam up Detective Bell didn't work.
I did not do this!
All right? If Chantal is saying I did...
Chantal is not saying anything right now.
If and when she regains consciousness,
we look forward to speaking with her.
And one of the things we want to ask her
is if you ever laid a hand on her during your marriage.
We do, what's she gonna tell us?
Can you account for
your whereabouts last night between 6:00 and 8:00?
After I was arraigned, I went to work.
Which is?
Last couple months, I've been working
as an investigator for a firm called Sawyer Winthrop Rose.
They're divorce lawyers.
Ardy helped me get the gig.
So between 6:00 and 8:00 last night,
I was parked outside the Birchwood Grove Country Club
on the Island,
tailing a client's husband.
Anyone see you?
Not if I'm good at my job.
According to the E.R. docs,
Chantal was beaten with a short, blunt weapon,
like a blackjack.
We check the commands you worked,
check your credit cards, we gonna find out you own one?
No.
You should also know,
we spoke to a close friend of Chantal's,
who told us that you still have a box of old clothes
in her basement.
The lab is gonna compare the DNA
to the sample found at the scene.
Like he said, you know how DNA works.
If you ever want a chance to explain your side of things,
now is the time.
I already told you my side of the story.
You try to railroad me for this, you'll be sorry.
You must be especially hydrated to make a threat like that.
But message received.
We will all put rubber sheets on our mattresses.
Those two are a match made in heaven.
Slime defending slime.
Well, at least we heard one thing of value
during their performance.
A country club like the one Roy mentioned,
they will have cameras
covering all of their entrances and exits.
So a review of the video
should make quick work of shredding his alibi.
The department's dealt with Birchwood Grove before.
Discretion is a big part of their pitch to their members.
We had a case a few years back where we knew
the perp had hidden his murder weapon on their grounds.
Their lawyers made the D.A. jump
through every hoop in the book before we could get in there.
Well, I'm quite hoop-resistant.
I'll pay them a visit myself and see
if I can't induce their cooperation.
While you do that, I got a text from Marcus.
He said he spent the night at the hospital.
He wants me to go to his place and bring him some things.
Let us know if there's any news.
Hey.
Marcus.
Any word?
Plenty of words. I just don't know what half of them mean.
They just brought her back from a second CT scan.
Doc said something about "midline shift"
and "monitoring ICP," but all I got
was they still don't know if she's gonna be all right.
I heard one of them ask a nurse to "increase mannitol,"
so when you walked in, I was just looking up what that is.
Pretty sure my phone auto- corrected to "manatee," so...
Mannitol is a diuretic.
They use it to reduce intracranial pressure.
Now maybe you should stop
surfing the Web for medical answers
on your phone; it's never a good idea.
I'm climbing the walls.
Can't do anything here, can't help you guys out there.
I hate hospitals.
The machines beeping, the smells, uh...
Yeah, everyone hates hospitals.
No, I mean...
I really hate hospitals, ever since I was a kid.
When I was nine, my mom got hit by a car.
She was in the hospital for a month.
Broken bones, collapsed lung, bruises all over.
That wasn't even the bad part.
Eventually, they let her go, she came home.
Only they'd missed that her aorta had been damaged.
Two weeks later,
it ruptured.
She went into emergency surgery.
She almost died.
And then we were back here, sitting by her bed again.
I mean, not here, here, but... just like here.
I have an idea.
I have friends on staff here.
You have a change of clothes now.
I'll see if I can get permission
for you to use their staff locker room.
You take a shower, then you get some fresh air
and get something to eat.
I'll stay here with Chantal till you get back.
Oh, hell no.
Hey!
What the hell's going on?! Are you insane?
You think there's any way I'm letting you get near her?
Yeah, well, I want to talk to her.
You probably shouldn't have tried to kill her last night!
You think I don't know what's going on here, Detective?
You did this to her.
You hurt Chantal! You're a psycho!
Oh, yeah, and that DNA match they found at the scene,
that was a nice touch, but I was a cop,
I know how this works.
You call your friend at the lab, he makes the DNA say
whatever you want. Hey, you!
You can't be here. I was just leaving.
I'll walk you out.
I'm sorry, Mr. Holmes, you must understand,
Birchwood Grove has a longstanding policy
of confidentiality
that our members expect us to maintain.
So I've been told.
And even if I came back with a warrant,
I assume you would just tie that up by requesting a stay,
probably issued by a judge who is himself a member.
That would be my job. Uh, I understand
you give tours of your grounds to prospective applicants.
After the proper vetting, of course.
If you'd like to fill out an application,
I'd be happy to show you around...
I wasn't asking, I was just stating.
You actually showed
an acquaintance of mine around half an hour ago.
He identified himself as Stephen Armacost,
but the credentials that you reviewed online were fake.
He is, in fact, an actor.
I chose him
because of his resemblance to an international fugitive
named Armand Leroux.
Ran a cocaine ring in Europe for many years.
Remains one of Interpol's most wanted.
You might not know what Mr. Leroux looks like,
but I assure you,
those photographs of you showing my friend around
will have the FBI and Interpol
swarming your property like bees.
I would hate to inconvenience your members.
Hey, did you get my text?
Police issued a warrant for Roy Booker's arrest
about an hour ago.
His lawyer claimed that he can't find him,
so police are looking for him.
I saw.
The DNA was a match.
The urine found on Chantal's bed was Roy's.
I look forward to learning how it got there.
Wait, what?
"How it got there"?
Do I have to draw you a picture?
Don't panic, I haven't forgotten
how human anatomy works.
You'll understand my query in a moment.
This is surveillance footage from Birchwood Grove.
That's Roy.
He really was outside the club when he said he was.
An hour's drive away at the time of Chantal's assault.
He didn't do it, and yet his DNA was at the scene.
So you think someone's trying to frame him?
It's the captain.
Hey, you've got me and Sherlock.
That's good. We got to talk about Roy Booker.
As a matter of fact, we just were.
We don't think he's the one who hurt Chantal.
We think someone's trying to set him up.
Captain, are you still there?
Yeah. And if you think what happened was a frame job,
I want to hear all about it.
Thing is,
it's not gonna do Roy much good.
We just found him.
He shot himself.
He's dead.
I don't buy it.
Roy wasn't the type to kill himself.
You saw how he was sinking his teeth into me.
We already know. Somebody killed him.
At first, all the forensics
lined up behind suicide.
There was GSR on Roy's hand. There was no sign of a struggle.
We thought maybe he did it 'cause of all the heat
that was coming down on him.
He was already awaiting trial on the conspiracy charge.
And now he was being framed for assault.
He had to know that prison time was
a real possibility.
It's bad enough as a criminal, but as an ex-cop?
Then he said the same thing you just said--
Roy wouldn't have killed himself.
There was a receipt for petrol in his pocket
from an hour before his death, roughly.
It's possible that he was planning to flee New York
before a sudden change of heart,
but topping off your tank before topping yourself
seemed odd enough
to support my suspicions.
So we asked Hawes for a tox screen.
Roy was roofied shortly before he died.
Someone drugged him,
and then shot him when he was unconscious.
Says here there were also trace amounts of THC.
We think that's unrelated.
At those levels, he hadn't used marijuana in weeks.
It surprised me, too. He didn't seem the type.
Yeah, well, maybe life as a serial dirtbag
was stressing him out.
You guys know I was at the hospital all night, right?
If you think we brought you here to accuse you of something,
you obviously didn't get any sleep.
I'm just saying, if I was investigating this,
I'd look at me first.
I went at Roy at the hospital yesterday.
Yeah, well, you're not investigating-- we are.
And we aren't idiots.
You think whoever did this is the same guy who hurt Chantal?
It's a virtual certainty.
CSU found a bloody blackjack in Roy's trunk.
We're expecting, when the blood comes back,
it'll be Chantal's.
And since we already know that
Roy was being framed,
the only way it could've got there...
Is if the framer planted it.
Hey.
We're gonna get this guy for you.
You know that, right?
Before I go, you two have a sense of your next move?
We do. The person that we're looking for
assaulted Chantal but murdered Roy.
That's a strong indication that this is all about him.
We think the person responsible
is trying to tell police a story.
Roy was out of control, he beat up his ex-wife.
When the hammer came down, he killed himself.
You're gonna find out if he had any enemies.
Between his winning personality and his work as a snoop
for a law firm which specialized in divorce,
hard to imagine he didn't.
Yesterday, he told us that he was tailing the husband
of one of the firm's clients.
Maybe that husband didn't like being tailed.
As a theory of the crime,
it would have one point working in its favor.
It could explain how the killer got their hands on Roy's urine.
Roy's work entailed long hours
in his car.
He wouldn't be the first private investigator
to relieve himself in a bottle to avoid leaving his post.
Okay, but that would mean the guy didn't just make Roy,
he managed to get a bottle like that out of Roy's car.
Now that Roy's death
is looking like a homicide, CSU is going over the car again.
I'm gonna join them.
If there's any indication that someone broke in recently,
I will call you guys.
I'm guessing you're headed over
to the law firm Roy was working for,
find out who he was tailing.
You guess wrong.
My plan is that we go there together.
You heard the captain, I'm still on the bench.
Officially, yes.
But Watson described the state she found you in
at the hospital.
I think you need to engage in some work.
Sooner the better.
I won't tell if you won't.
Roy reported to one of the partners, Ted Winthrop.
They're letting him know we want to talk to him.
Law firm of Sawyer Winthrop Rose.
"Specializing in hidden-asset investigation."
Divorcing spouse hides his or her money from the other
through a Byzantine maze of offshore accounts
and shell companies, and the other one hires
a team like this to hack their way through that maze.
Sounds more like a job for accountants
than a guy like Roy.
Yes, it is.
But, occasionally, it does require
good old-fashioned legwork.
Tailing spouses to see who they meet, for example.
Perhaps installing malware and keyloggers
on their computers and phones.
That definitely sounds more up Roy's alley.
You seemed disappointed in the captain's office earlier,
when we told you about Roy.
Might not have been my finest moment,
but my first thought when I heard he shot himself was...
"Good."
Couldn't happen to a nicer guy.
Then you said it was a setup.
That means that whoever hurt Chantal is still out there,
so of course I'm disappointed.
No, I didn't mean that.
In fact, I detected the opposite
when you found out Chantal's attacker was still at large.
You seemed invigorated.
I meant when you found out that Roy was dead,
you seemed disappointed that you didn't get to hurt him.
Mr. Winthrop will see you now.
My God.
Roy was only with us a few months,
but he seemed like a good guy.
You just needed more time to get to know him.
Sorry?
Roy told my colleagues yesterday
that he'd been following the husband
of one of your clients.
We'd like that man's name.
Why? You think he had something to do with this?
It's a possibility we're exploring.
Given the work you do here
and the kind of clients you do it for,
that man may have been hiding
millions from his wife.
Having an investigator follow him
would have posed a threat to his assets.
Perhaps you think we'd be better served
looking at someone else your firm asked Roy to investigate.
No, it's not that.
It's just, this puts me in an interesting spot.
How's that?
So as not to beat around the bush,
Roy was following a man named Fyodor Ukhov.
I'm representing his wife Lara in their divorce.
There are issues of attorney-client privilege
I have to consider.
But obviously you'd like to be able to tell us more.
Well, of course you would.
What better for your client than to have her husband
suddenly embroiled in a murder investigation?
We've already told you that his hidden money
could have provided motive.
All of a sudden, the district attorney's office
will be issuing subpoenas for you.
Telling you who I represent isn't protected by privilege.
You could have found that in a court filing.
But beyond that, you go down a road
off something I shouldn't have said,
your evidence could get thrown out.
Something I say comes back to bite my client,
then I'm the one getting sued.
However, I can't be held liable
for anything you find
on your own in the press.
And there's been a lot about these two
in the press.
"Turbulence Builds as Ukhov Marriage Nosedives."
He's a private jet broker, so...
Well, this article alleges that he's sheltering $20 million
from his wife and federal taxes.
Well, murders have been committed
for far less, haven't they?
There's more.
Fyodor Ukhov was arrested twice: once in 2011
and again in 2014.
Both times for beating his wife.
She's quite beautiful, is she not?
Beg your pardon?
The plane.
Your eyes went straight to her when you arrived,
and then you asked to speak in this room.
She was my first.
The real one, I mean.
I paid $5 million.
I'll give you the model for ten grand.
How about we stick to the homicide, Mr. Ukhov?
Sorry, I don't understand.
I don't know anything about this.
Well, like I told you, I'm not here today
in any official capacity, but, take my word,
things are getting more official by the minute.
What do you mean?
The car in those photos,
my colleague helped examine it this morning.
She sent me a message
a little while ago,
said there were palm prints on the passenger-side window
that matched yours.
Your prints were in the system, of course,
thanks to the two times that you beat your wife half to death.
Not that we think those were isolated incidents.
You shouldn't judge what you don't understand, Detective.
I saw the photos of what you did to her.
My understanding's pretty clear.
About a week ago, I realized this man was following me.
I assumed on behalf of my wife's lawyers.
But, until now, I didn't know his name.
And I certainly didn't do anything as interesting
as stage a suicide.
Explain the prints on his car.
I slapped on his window
and threatened a restraining order.
I wanted him to know that I'd seen him.
That was all.
And it all happened in front of a restaurant
in sight of the valets.
You don't believe me, ask them.
I'll need the name of the restaurant.
Think you're slipping, man.
Heard you knock something over when you broke into his office.
Yeah, knocked a bloody coffee cup off the window sill.
Didn't break.
- He didn't hear, did he? - No.
No. Well, I took photographs of some things I found.
This is Intel on Roy.
Says here the credit search was prepared by an investigator
named Joseph Tommolino.
Ukhov admitted that he made Roy.
Said his prints were on the car because he approached Roy
in front of a restaurant two days ago.
So either he or Tommolino must've taken these
and run the plates.
From there, they pulled up everything on him.
Including the name of his ex-wife
and the address they used to share together.
He's our guy.
Certainly appears that way.
So if the police bring him in now,
that's not gonna be enough to detain him.
His explanation for his fingerprints on the car
could well be credible.
His mere possession of the materials
just doesn't prove his guilt; no, we need more.
- And as quickly as possible. - What do you mean?
Well, according to his calendar, he's leaving tonight.
Three days of meetings in the Caymans.
Be back at the end of the week.
So I just told a guy who has unlimited access
to private planes that we're onto him.
You're forgetting about the $20 million he has stashed away.
Yeah.
He's not gonna run.
How the hell could you possibly know that, huh?
I'm the one who talked to the guy, not you.
We know that on at least two occasions,
he savagely beat his wife.
And he made no attempt to flee. Why?
'Cause he thinks that his lawyers and his money
make him bulletproof.
I've seen it hundreds of times.
Yeah, but we're not just trying to
hang Chantal's assault on him, we're trying to hang a homicide.
Well, to a man like that, the difference is negligible.
Three days. He'll be back.
That's more than enough time
to make our case against him.
We just need to use our time wisely.
Trust me.
Yeah, I trust you.
Hello?
Leave Mr. Ukhov be.
He can call his own ambulance.
Wait, was that... was that you?
He won't be leaving the country tonight after all.
Whose phone are you on?
It's a burner.
After I hang up, I'll burn it, quite literally.
Meet me at my home in one hour. We have much to discuss.
Yeah. Thank you.
So it's confirmed.
His... right tibia is fractured.
He'll be prohibited from air travel for 48 hours.
What the hell did you do tonight?
Stopped you from doing far worse,
if my read was right.
So you could beat him up instead?
Why stop me at all?
There's that disappointment again.
"Vengeance interruptus."
Look, I didn't stop you
to spare Ukhov a beating.
The man's a piece of excrement,
deserves ten times worse.
You were gonna throw away your career.
Now, I wasn't gonna let that happen.
So you decided to go down with me.
Ukhov is still
gonna connect that he got attacked
just a few hours after an off-duty cop
accused him of murder.
Only now it's gonna come down on both our heads.
How is that better?
He's not gonna connect it.
He thinks he's the victim of a car theft.
As we speak, an associate of mine is loading
his Ferrari onto a shipping container bound for Qingdao.
If it's ever tracked down,
the smugglers, in a rare moment of honesty,
will deny any knowledge of how it got there.
So Watson mentioned a story you told her
about your mother being severely injured
after being hit by a car.
She wasn't hit by a car, though, was she?
Did your father strike her frequently?
Not just her.
How did you know?
There have always been signs.
Almost always are when it comes to victims of abuse.
Sorry.
For what? Seeing signs?
No, no.
Lying to you this morning.
I told you I thought that working the case
would be the best thing for you, but, you know, the truth is...
You didn't want to let me out of your sight.
You could see tonight coming a mile away.
We all need to tread more carefully from here on.
So our collaboration on this case is over.
Go back to the hospital.
I'll apprise Watson
of the situation in the morning.
And, um, I'll be leaving certain details out.
The hobbling of Fyodor Ukhov?
For example.
Yeah.
You were right.
About me doing worse to him if you hadn't stopped me.
Truth is...
I don't know how far I would've gone.
I didn't know NYPD used consultants.
Where do I sign up?
This is not a job fair, Mr. Tommolino.
We're here to talk to you about
some work you did for Fyodor Ukhov.
Your girlfriend told us where to find you.
You know, she seemed to take some pleasure
in telling us you got your roots done.
We're good for a few minutes, right?
Where'd you get these?
That's not important.
What is important is what we suspect
Fyodor Ukhov did with them.
He asked you to look into the man in those photos,
Roy Booker.
Using the information that you gave him,
we think that Ukhov,
or more likely someone who worked with him,
assaulted Roy's ex-wife
and then murdered Roy. Whoa, hold on a second.
We're not asking you if you did it, Mr. Tommolino.
We spent the morning looking into you.
And from what your colleagues tell us about you,
you wouldn't do that kind of dirty work.
No, our question to you is: did you know?
Because if you did and you're withholding evidence
that could put Ukhov away, then obviously
that would make you an accessory to murder.
I swear to you, if I had known a thing about what you're saying,
I would've called the cops myself.
I have no idea what Ukhov did with that info.
I e-mailed it to him yesterday, and we haven't spoken since.
Yesterday.
Yeah, first thing in the morning.
Why?
When did the things you're talking about happen?
Chantal Milner was attacked three nights ago.
Roy Booker was killed the night after that.
Feel free to read my e-mails.
At the risk of stating the obvious,
there's no way Mr. Ukhov did what you said.
He didn't even know who Roy Booker was
until the morning after the guy was dead.
And Tommolino's story checks out?
Yeah. He took us back to his office
and showed us his browser history:
when he ran Roy's plates, when he did the credit search.
It all fits.
So, unless this Ukhov guy
hired two detectives to do the same work,
he's not our killer.
What about Chantal?
- Any word? - Actually, the doctor called
and said it looks like she's turning a corner.
Marcus seemed pretty good.
That's good.
So what's next?
Sherlock and I started looking
into the other divorcés that Roy was investigating.
We were wrong about Ukhov being the killer,
but he was hardly the only husband
hiding millions from his wife.
So we figure any one of them
could've gone after Roy for the same reasons.
So these are Roy's travel records from the last month.
We've been going through them
to see who he's been tailing, where and when.
Flights to the Caymans, the Bahamas, the Cook Islands.
If it didn't get him killed, I'd say he was living the life.
Well, his local travel is actually why I'm here.
Now, Roy used a phone app
to log the miles he drove for work.
It was equipped with GPS,
so we were able to see exactly where he went.
He visited a Chinese herbalist in Queens?
Yeah, that one just seemed odd.
We couldn't find a connection to any case,
so Sherlock's on his way there to check it out.
Now, there's also a bank in Brooklyn
that Roy visited a few times.
As far as we can tell, he did not have an account there,
and neither did any of the divorcés.
I called the branch manager.
It turns out that Roy was renting a safe deposit box.
And you need a warrant so we can see what's inside.
I think Judge Riley's in today.
What did you find out at the herbalist?
Well, Roy wasn't there in his capacity as a P.I.,
he was there as a customer.
Two weeks ago, he bought a decoction of herbs:
turmeric root, burdock root, dandelion and milk thistle.
You're saying that Roy was doing a cleanse?
Yeah, I am.
And that mean anything?
I'm not sure yet.
Looks like about a hundred grand in here.
These are some of the divorcés that Roy was following.
Including Ukhov.
And presumably the accounts he uncovered
where they were hiding their money.
Why these names on this list?
Think Roy wasn't telling anyone what he found?
He was blackmailing them instead,
and one of them killed him to put a stop to it?
I don't think so.
You asked whether Roy's cleanse
has anything to do with this case.
I have to confirm a few things,
but if I'm right, the answer's yes.
And I think I know who killed him.
Thank you so much for meeting me here, Mrs. Ukhov.
I know that coming to your soon-to-be ex-husband's office
is not your idea of fun,
but as will soon become clear, it was absolutely necessary.
Please.
I still don't get how you were so sure
Fyodor wouldn't be here. Hmm.
Well, that's a story I'm sure you would appreciate,
but unfortunately I'm not at liberty to share it.
Now, as I mentioned on the phone,
I'm assisting the NYPD
in the final stages of an investigation.
A woman, an assistant district attorney,
as a matter of fact, was assaulted,
and a former police officer was killed.
And you think Fyodor was involved?
Only indirectly.
But it's information on him that we need.
Now, in a moment-- if you agree--
you and I are gonna call a bank
in the Cayman Islands,
and we're going to request information
regarding an account there.
The account belongs to a company
which has billed your husband's company
millions of dollars over the years
in "document handling fees."
The truth is, these charges are fabrications.
Your husband owns that company as well,
and he's using it to hide money.
So you see, by helping me, you're also helping yourself.
Go on.
The bank will have several layers
of security that we will need to... negotiate.
Firstly, their system will automatically identify
the phone number that we are calling from.
Hence, the need to meet here.
Secondly, they're going to have a series of security questions,
the specifics of which I can't predict.
But you figure if anyone will know Fyodor's first dog's name
or the town his father was born in, it would be me.
Lastly, they're going to ask for a PIN number,
chosen by your husband,
about which I could speculate little more.
So this number, we're thinking,
it's something Fyodor is unlikely to forget.
Something meaningful to him.
More than I was, for instance.
Something he actually loves.
You have a number in mind?
I do.
Detective Bell.
Sorry, there must have been some mix-up.
I told Janine to bring you to my office.
No mix-up.
I asked that we do it in here.
What exactly is it we're doing?
This is my associate, Miss Watson.
Obviously, you're aware of your own clients.
When Mr. Holmes and I were here the other day,
you expressed a lot of concern about
attorney-client privilege.
So we figured the best way to resolve that issue
would be to have all four of the clients this discussion involves
here in this room.
We've all waived privilege in writing, Ted.
Also, you're fired.
We found this in a safe deposit box that belonged to Roy Booker.
It lists some of the bank accounts
Roy helped you uncover for your clients
and the balances in those accounts.
We've confirmed that all the amounts are accurate.
Thing is, according to each of your clients here,
you told them you found way less money than you did.
We suspect that you've been cutting deals
with the spouses you're supposed to be opposing.
So you lie to your clients about how much money you find,
then the husbands get to keep most of their millions.
In exchange, you get healthy kickbacks.
You "suspect"?
Roy's safe deposit box also had a hundred grand in cash in it.
Now, you're licensed to practice law
in both New York and New Jersey.
When you took the bar in Jersey,
you had to give your fingerprints.
They matched prints we found all over the cash.
Roy discovered what you were doing and shook you down.
You paid him off at least once,
but I'm guessing you weren't interested
in making it an ongoing arrangement.
You needed to get rid of him,
but the last thing you wanted was a murder investigation.
You had heard about all the drama
that Roy and his ex-wife were mixed up in,
thanks to the friend who recommended Roy to you,
Ardy Gulbenkian.
So you beat up Chantal Milner and you framed Roy,
so that when you killed him,
people would believe it was suicide.
That's... amazing.
And if I'm following,
all you're really basing it on
is that you've uncovered some clerical errors
and found some money I touched.
Which, for all you know,
has my prints on it because Roy stole it from me.
Everything else you've said, anything to do
with this beating or Roy's murder,
is pure speculation.
Now, I admit, I'm not a criminal lawyer--
though believe me, I know some good ones--
but what I haven't heard yet
is a shred of proof.
If that was all we had, you would be correct.
But it isn't.
Couple weeks ago,
Roy Booker purchased a mixture of Chinese herbs.
They're meant to, uh, flush the body of toxins.
Some people use them as a detox prior to a workplace drug test.
Around the same time, you ordered a drug test
for all your employees.
It occurred to Mr. Holmes
that Roy might've been using the herbs for that purpose,
because it came up in his autopsy
that he'd been smoking pot.
This is a signed affidavit
from the lab tech who administered the test,
saying that you slipped him a thousand bucks
in exchange for Roy's urine.
You're a quick thinker, Mr. Winthrop.
But I'd love to hear you explain that.
Hello.
Catch you at a good time?
Yeah, come in.
So I hear Chantal's improving.
Yeah, I just came from there.
She's, uh, she's conscious.
Talking a little, sleeping a lot.
It's gonna be a long road, but it looks good.
Doctors are running some tests,
so I figured I'd give them some space.
Look, I just came by to say thanks,
for being my eyes and ears the last few days.
And to let you know that I'm... I'm gonna talk to someone.
About all this stuff that came up,
that I obviously hadn't been dealing with.
I'm not sure who, but I'm asking around.
I don't presume to know the details of what your father did
to you and your family.
But, um, I-I've seen enough parental abuse
to know that one thing's always the same.
When someone whose job it is to nurture you hurts you instead,
it-it can't help but have a profound and-and lasting effect
on your sense of who you are.
I-I stopped you from beating Ukhov
because I didn't want you to throw away your career,
but more importantly, I didn't want you to throw away yourself.
I mean, I-I might be this extraordinary detective,
but you are an extraordinary man.
And-and that's a far more precious thing.
Isn't it?
Have you ever eaten ants?
I'm sorry, what?
Have you ever eaten ants?
There's this new restaurant
I was going to try.
It's, uh, insect-based cuisine.
I hear the silkworm soup is a must.
Best I can promise is I'll watch.
I mean, I'll try to watch.
Great.