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¢Ü Sound and color ¢Ü

 

¢Ü This life ain't like it was

 

¢Ü Sound and color ¢Ü
¢Ü I wanna touch a human being

 

¢Ü Sound and color ¢Ü

 

¢Ü I want to go back to sleep

 

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¢Ü Ain't life
just awful strange ¢Ü

 

¢Ü Sound and color. ¢Ü

 

 

(sighs)

 

(rattles door)

 

Watson, since when
do we lock this door?

 

(keys jangling)

 

So the bloodstains proved too
stubborn for the dry cleaner.

 

Gonna have to try
measures more extreme.

 

Hey. I didn't think
I'd catch you here.

 

Joan said you were at a meeting.

 

I just...

 

returned a book
she loaned me.

 

She needed your help
carrying it upstairs, did she?

 

Well, she was moving
some furniture around.

 

Needed a hand.

 

Anyway... I gotta run.

 

That's a nice space suit.

 

Do I sit on
the bride's side

 

or the groom's?
(sighs)

 

Excuse me?

 

Your upcoming nuptials
with Detective Bell.

 

I assume the workout
which sent you to the shower

 

foretells that happy day.

 

What are you talking about?

 

I'm well aware you have
an enlightened attitude

 

when it comes
to the hedonic arts,

 

but Marcus is a cautious,
conservative man

 

when it comes to
affairs of the heart.

 

If he's embarked upon
a physical relationship

 

with a coworker,
it must be that serious.

 

Marcus was here,
I took a shower,

 

so obviously,
we are secret lovers.

 

There's a timeworn
piece of wisdom

 

about dipping your pen
in the company ink.

 

Obviously, in this case,
the pen is Detective Bell's,

 

but you get my meaning.

 

So it's as he said--

 

he only came here
to borrow your tennis racket?

 

Yeah, but I
couldn't find it.

 

Case closed.

 

You're lying,
and I don't know why.

 

Unfortunately, a more pressing
mystery demands my attention.

 

The captain requires
our presence

 

at a homicide in Queens.

 

If you're not too spent,
that is.

 

GREGSON: Victim's name
is Ellen Jacobs.

 

She picked up takeout
from Half Moon Wok,

 

Chinese restaurant
behind us, at 8:00 p.m.

 

At 10:00 p.m., the delivery guy

 

noticed that the car was idling.

 

He came over

 

and discovered this.

 

CSU should take extra care

 

dusting for prints in the back.

 

The attack occurred
after she was belted in,

 

so I think it's safe to assume
the killer broke in,

 

lay in wait behind her.

 

Wasn't a robbery.

 

She's still wearing her jewelry.

 

Purse hasn't been touched.

 

I don't see a phone here,
though.

 

That's because
she was holding it

 

when the killer struck.

 

This place is dark
but pretty exposed.

 

Did canvassing turn up
any witnesses?

 

The restaurant says most of
their business is delivery,

 

so not a lot of people
coming and going.

 

The parking lot doesn't have
any security cameras,

 

so, all things considered,
not a bad spot to...

 

get away with murder.

 

Wouldn't give up hope
of any witnesses just yet.

 

The smudges on the screen
gave away the most

 

commonly used digits,
and it's a short leap

 

to her PIN number.

 

Her last call
was to "home"

 

and lasted precisely
three minutes.

 

Three minutes, coincidentally,
this is exactly

 

how long an answering machine
will record before hanging up.

 

Hi. You've reached the Jacobs.
We're not here right now.

 

Leave a message
and we'll call you back.

 

If Ms. Jacobs is remotely
normal, she'll have used

 

the same PIN number
for other purposes in her life.

 

MALE VOICE:
You have one new message.

 

Press "1" to...

 

First new message.
(beep)

 

WOMAN: Hey, hon. Tried your cell.
I guess you're out.

 

Hope you're in the mood
for Half Moon Wok,

 

'cause I just bought a ton.

 

(engine starts)
If you beat me home,

 

maybe open a bottle...

 

Oh, my God. No.

 

Stop it!

 

No! No!

 

(screams)

 

(screaming, sobbing)

 

Lack of witnesses
won't be a problem.

 

They're us.

 

¢Ü Elementary 4x08 ¢Ü
A Burden of Blood
Original Air Date on January 14, 2016

 

== sync, corrected by elderman ==
@elder_man

 

¢Ü ¢Ü

 

ELLEN: If you beat me home,
maybe open a bottle...

 

Oh, my God. No.

 

Stop it!

 

No! No!

 

(screaming)

 

Whoa, you moved.

 

When I went to bed,
you were all the way

 

on the other side
of the table.

 

Bet that recording
hasn't changed

 

any more than
your clothes have.

 

It hasn't.

 

But my perception of it has.

 

Listen.

 

Oh, my God. No.

 

Stop it! No! No!

 

(screams)

 

Do you hear it?

 

I heard the same thing

 

I heard
the first hundred times:

 

a woman who was terrified

 

because her killer popped up
from behind her.

 

Accurate, obviously,
but incomplete.

 

Pay particular attention
to Ellen's inflection

 

as she transitions
from "God" to "no."

 

Oh, my God. No.

 

Stop it! No!

 

Oh, my God. No.

 

Wait, there's a little
change there.

 

Sounded like she was a little
less afraid for a second.

 

Almost like
she recognized the guy.

 

I believe, for a brief moment,

 

perhaps before the killer
made his move,

 

Ellen Jacobs relaxed,

 

as if she felt whoever was
behind her wasn't a threat.

 

Okay. So you want to start
with her work or home?

 

Neither.

 

And there's no time for coffee.

 

Hawes is expecting us
at the morgue.

 

(sighs)

 

HAWES: Cause of death
was no surprise.

 

Suffocation.

 

But the autopsy was... eventful.

 

I thought you two should
take a look at the report

 

and the mass spectrometer
results.

 

Traces of sodium
thiosulfate

 

in her lungs.

 

It's a common
chemical compound

 

used for gold mining,
leather tanning

 

and water desalination.

 

It's harmless enough
to gargle with.

 

Only that's not
what happened here.

 

There was more of the stuff

 

in the plastic bag
that smothered her.

 

She probably sucked it in when
she drew in her last breath.

 

Anyway, that's not
the main reason

 

why I thought we should talk.

 

Ellen was eight
weeks pregnant,

 

and she shouldn't
have been.

 

She had a tubal ligation.

 

From the look of the scarring,

 

I'd say she had her tubes tied
a long time ago.

 

And it was never reversed?

 

Well, it's surprising
but not impossible.

 

One out of
every 200 women

 

gets pregnant after
the procedure.

 

Unexpected pregnancy
is noteworthy,

 

but it's not necessarily germane
to our investigation.

 

Eight weeks is early.

 

She might not have
even known herself.

 

Oh, I think she did.

 

There's elevated levels
of folic acid

 

and iron
in her blood work.

 

Pretty good bet

 

she was taking
prenatal vitamins.

 

So Ellen decided to keep a baby

 

she never planned on having.

 

Husbands have sent their wives
down here for less.

 

I guess it seems strange,
you know?

 

Working on our house
the day after...

 

Truth is, I don't know
what to do with myself.

 

(coughs quietly)

 

Something wrong?

 

No, I just think you, uh,

 

spilled some paint thinner
on your shirt.

 

It's pretty
strong.

 

Sorry. Didn't notice.

 

Ellen was so into this plan

 

to remodel
and flip the house.

 

That's why I missed

 

her call.

 

I was on my way upstate

 

to some salvage place,

 

on a mission to pick up

 

some antique doorknobs
that she... found online.

 

HOLMES:
Will the salvage yard

 

be able to verify that?

 

No.

 

No, I hit traffic on my way up.

 

By the time I got there,
they were closed,

 

and I had to turn around
empty-handed.

 

Thought Ellen
would be pissed,

 

but if you're asking me
for an alibi,

 

you must really have no idea
who did this.

 

We were wondering how you felt
about the pregnancy.

 

The what?

 

Your wife was almost
two months pregnant,

 

Mr. Jacobs,

 

despite her tubal ligation.

 

You didn't know, did you?

 

No.

 

I didn't.

 

Did you know about the affair?

 

You weren't the father,
Mr. Jacobs.

 

You couldn't have been.

 

You're unable
to grow facial hair,

 

your musculature
is underdeveloped,

 

and your sense of smell
is nonexistent,

 

as evidenced by your
imperviousness to paint thinner.

 

You have Kallmann syndrome,

 

do you not?

 

People with
Kallmann syndrome

 

don't go through puberty,
and they can't have children

 

without hormone
replacement therapy

 

and fertility
treatments.

 

You would be
doing yourself

 

and our investigation
a great service

 

if you could tell us
the name of the man

 

that Ellen was sleeping with.

 

No.

 

No way.

 

This is bull.

 

Ellen was not pregnant,

 

and she wasn't
having an affair.

 

I'm the husband,
so you think I did it.

 

You're messing with me, and you
want me to say something stupid.

 

We can show you

 

the autopsy report, Mr. Jacobs.
No.

 

What you can do is leave.

 

You want me to talk
to you again?

 

Make me.

 

I'll bring my attorney.

 

Now, get the hell off my porch.

 

Just because he didn't
know about the pregnancy

 

doesn't mean he didn't know
about the affair.

 

Cuckolds and
murdered wives

 

have a habit of
going together.

 

Did you buy that story

 

that he was looking
for doorknobs last night?

 

I have no opinion
either way.

 

Should be easy enough
to confirm his story

 

using traffic
camera footage.

 

In the meantime, why
don't you pay a visit

 

to the ob-gyn listed in
Ellen's address book?

 

If Mr. Jacobs
is innocent,

 

it might be the other
man in Ellen's life

 

who reacted negatively
to the pregnancy.

 

Her doctor may know his name.

 

I'm sorry, but I don't see
how I can help you.

 

You were Ellen's doctor;
she talked to you.

 

And everything
she said

 

is protected by
doctor-patient confidentiality.

 

Right. But now
it's a judgment call,

 

because confidentiality
isn't binding

 

once a patient
is deceased.

 

At that point, a doctor
can be more transparent,

 

especially if you could
help with a murder.

 

Well, every doctor has his
or her own ethical standards.

 

These are mine.

 

Okay, so let's
keep things simple.

 

How long was Ellen a patient?

 

Uh, she'd been in twice.

 

I hardly
knew her.

 

And was she excited
about becoming a mother?

 

In my impression?
I think so.

 

What about the father?
Was he excited?

 

I wouldn't know.

 

She came in alone.

 

Were you aware that her husband
wasn't the father?

 

I can't answer that.

 

It's important that we identify
the real father

 

so that we can figure out...

 

Mrs. Jacobs didn't come here
to discuss paternity.

 

She came here to have
a successful pregnancy.

 

Is that all?

 

(knock at door)

 

I'm sorry. The Blue Cross
people are back,

 

and they're anxious
to speak with you.

 

Thanks, Deb.
I'll be right there.

 

I need to handle this.

 

And I don't think
there's much else to discuss.

 

I just have
a few more questions.

 

I can wait.

 

It's no problem.

 

¢Ü

 

¢Ü

 

I was mistaken.

 

You don't know what my
partner looks like naked.

 

Speak up, would you?
I don't think the guys

 

in the cell heard you.
Why didn't you just tell me

 

you were taking the
sergeant's exam on Friday?

 

Joan told you
she was helping me study?

 

What do you think?

 

Think you saw the books
on my desk just now.

 

The explanation would have
occurred to me sooner

 

had I ever imagined
you'd be willing

 

to transfer out
of Major Crimes.

 

You are aware that your
promotion will require you

 

to oversee patrolmen
for at least a year?

 

I'm aware.

 

If you wanted help studying,
why not just come to me?

 

I'm a gifted instructor.
Watson is living proof.

 

Look, you've been through a lot
the last few months.

 

I didn't want to bother you
till I passed the test.

 

If I pass.

 

Been working a lot of OT lately.

 

It's got me way behind
on studying.

 

That's why I asked Joan
for help.

 

It really is beneath
you, Marcus,

 

invoking my relapse
to avoid the question.

 

It's the truth.

 

Ah, it's not the whole
truth, though, is it?

 

I don't want to hear
the speech again, okay?

 

What speech?

 

You know,
the pep talk you gave me

 

when I went to work
for the Demographics Unit.

 

(imitating Holmes' accent):
"The only true police work

 

"is detective work,
and you're betraying your talent

 

and wasting your life."

 

In that instance,
you were mistaking

 

a step backwards
for a lateral move.

 

Here, you're clearly
going to advance.

 

You have my full support.

 

Anyway, I could always use
friends in medium places.

 

Well, hey, as long as it helps you.
I'm gonna talk to Watson.

 

I'll let her know I'm (phone ringing)
taking over your tutelage.

 

Mmm, really not necessary.

 

Oh. Watson, I was just
talking to your study buddy,

 

future Sergeant
Marcus Bell.

 

He told you about the test?
Essentially.

 

How was your visit
with the doctor?

 

Ellen's files were a bust.

 

She never identified
the baby's father.

 

But I found something else.

 

She gave the office
a burner e-mail address.

 

That was the only way they
were supposed to contact her.

 

Possibly to keep the pregnancy
secret from her husband.

 

Send it to me.
I'll give it to CCS

 

so they can open the account.

 

No need. She really did use the
same password for everything.

 

Now, there's not much here--

 

Ellen was pretty good about
deleting her correspondence--

 

but I was able to find

 

the last few e-mails she swapped
with the baby's father.

 

The two of them
seemed pretty confident

 

that Ernie was still in the dark
about their affair.

 

Possibly, but I'm not willing

 

to eliminate him
as a suspect just yet.

 

I couldn't find
any traffic cam footage

 

to corroborate
his doorknob alibi.

 

Do we know the other man's name?

 

KeyMaster2020@odkermail.com.

 

Probably not his Christian name.

 

No, but we might be able
to get that soon enough.

 

He and Ellen had set up
their next liaison

 

for the day after tomorrow.
Where?

 

This is where it gets weird.

 

They were going to meet
at Sing Sing.

 

(buzzer sounds)
MAN: Yeah, here it is.

 

Ellen Jacobs.

 

Call came in at 2:05 on Monday.

 

I remember this.
Nice lady.

 

Wanted to be put on the
visitation list for Friday.

 

I filled her in on the rules.

 

She mentioned
she might bring a friend.

 

I said, "Okay, as long
as he brings a photo I.D."

 

She didn't give you his name?

 

Uh-uh.
No, we don't require

 

an advance list of all
potential visitors. Sorry.

 

At the very
least, you must

 

require visitors to declare
who they're coming to see.

 

Course.

 

Harris Waylon Greer.

 

I take it
you're both

 

familiar with
the Triborough Killer.

 

HOLMES:
Between 1986 and 1992,

 

H.W. Greer strangled
or suffocated 16 women

 

in the Bronx, Queens
and Manhattan.

 

Just like our victim.

 

HOLMES: Given Greer's M.O.
and hunting grounds,

 

he would be at the top
of our list of suspects

 

were he not already
within your walls.

 

Yeah, well, can't pick
your family, huh?

 

What does that mean?

 

Your victim, Ellen Jacobs...

 

she's the Triborough Killer's
daughter.

 

My poor Megan.

 

Megan?

 

Uh, that's the name
her mother and I gave her.

 

She changed it.

 

After you became notorious
for murdering 16 women?

 

I hadn't seen her since...

 

1993.

 

Wrote her a few times,

 

but I never heard back,
and then...

 

few days ago,
I heard she wanted a visit.

 

I was...

 

I was counting the days.

 

It's bizarre, isn't it?

 

Her falling prey
to your M.O.

 

just days before her
first-ever visit to see you.

 

You think I had something
to do with it?

 

I'm locked up 24-7.

 

I don't call anyone.

 

I don't... write anyone.

 

They have records
on that kind of thing.

 

You can check 'em.

 

But you got the right idea.

 

Might as well have been me
that...

 

that put the bag over her face.

 

What do you mean?

 

It's in the Bible.

 

Sins of the father
will be visited upon the child.

 

This is my fault.

 

This must be what
it felt like

 

for the families
of your victims.

 

I pay for my sins
every day in this life,

 

and I fear what's to come
in the next.

 

That is justice.

 

My children dying--

 

that's not.

 

You have more
than one child?

 

Nolan, my son.

 

He changed his name
back then,

 

just like she did,
to Craig Crismond.

 

Find him.

 

Tell him I'm sorry.

 

Please.

 

CRAIG: I can't believe
he was worried about me.

 

I guess I'm supposed
to be touched.

 

Well, for what it's worth--

 

and perhaps it's worth
very little--

 

uh, y-your father appears
to have changed.

 

He's medicated
and, uh, remorseful.

 

Too bad he didn't find God and
mood stabilizers 30 years ago.

 

16 people would still be alive.

 

Finding out Ellen had been
killed was horrible enough.

 

We didn't know it had anything
to do with Craig's father.

 

Well, given the killer's M.O.,
I would have thought

 

the connection would have
been quite apparent.

 

When Ernie called
to break the news,

 

he didn't get
into the details.

 

Do you think he was trying
to hide the connection?

 

No.

 

No, he didn't know
about our father.

 

The fact that somebody
suffocated Ellen with a bag

 

wouldn't have meant
anything to him.

 

So she didn't tell
him that she was

 

the daughter of
a serial killer.

 

It's a secret we both got good
at keeping a long time ago.

 

When Greer was arrested,

 

there was a backlash
against your family?

 

My mom got the worst of it.

 

People didn't understand
how she couldn't know.

 

When we started getting
death threats at the house,

 

we moved away,
changed our names.

 

I only came back to New York
a couple years ago.

 

(children chattering playfully)

 

Do you think
we're in danger here?

 

We don't know.

 

But our captain's looking
into having patrols here

 

and at your workplaces.

 

(children laughing)

 

Have you noticed anyone
lurking about

 

or had any hang-up
phone calls or...

 

or anything like that?

 

No.

 

No, nothing like that. You?

 

Look, it had to be
somebody related

 

to one of the women he killed.

 

Right?

 

A family member...

 

um, somebody who realized
who Ellen really was.

 

HOLMES: It seems
that the killer

 

was aware of her connection
to your father.

 

Whether or not
that person is connected

 

to one of the victims--
very difficult to say.

 

Did you know Ellen
was pregnant?

 

Uh, we found out yesterday.
Ernie told us.

 

Were you aware that he
could not have been the father?

 

We knew about his condition,
yeah.

 

WATSON: We'd like to question
the other man,

 

but so far we haven't been able
to identify him.

 

Did you know about the affair?

 

No.

 

What?

 

(sighs) Um...
it was about a month ago.

 

Jen and I were in the city
running some errands,

 

and we saw Ellen walk
into a restaurant with this guy.

 

We wondered if
something was up,

 

but we decided it was
none of our business.

 

Can you describe the man?

 

We only saw him from the back.
Tall guy. Dark hair.

 

But the place was called
La Porte Blanche.

 

Maybe someone there

 

will remember him.

 

¢Ü

 

During the course
of that frisking,

 

there were two deviations
from recommended best practices.

 

What were they?

 

Need I remind you time
is of the essence?

 

Watson will be back
from La Porte Blanche

 

with the surveillance footage
within the hour.

 

The Jacobs case, right?
I notice you haven't asked me

 

for any help with that.
A matter of time.

 

For now, Watson and I both agree

 

that your studies
should take priority.

 

So, the two mistakes--
what were they?

 

(sighs)

 

You reached into his pockets
before you patted them.

 

You can't search pockets
unless you got

 

probable cause
there might be a weapon.

 

And what else?

 

I don't know, man.
Dummy groping isn't on the test.

 

Are you serious about passing
the sergeant's exam or not?

 

Course I am.

 

You don't want to be
a sergeant, do you?

 

FYI, this is why I went to Joan
for help instead of you.

 

If you didn't want
the promotion,

 

why are you taking the test?

 

You can never just
drop anything, can you?

 

Not one of
my particular strengths, no.

 

The truth-- not that
it's any of your business--

 

is that I need the money.

 

Why?

 

My mom lost her job.

 

Two years shy of retirement,
they pulled the rug out.

 

Downsizing.

 

She'll have to
burn through her savings

 

till her pension kicks in.

 

Probably need a little help
down the road, too.

 

Anyway, promotion comes
with a raise, so...

 

there it is.

 

Why didn't you just say so?

 

If you don't want to leave

 

the rank of detective, don't.

 

I'll give you a loan.

 

I appreciate that,
but I'm not a charity case.

 

No, I said a loan.

 

Sorry.

 

I'm not taking money
from a friend.

 

Lunch is over.
I got to get back to the office.

 

And you're sure
I can't help you?

 

You are helping me, remember?

 

Both of you.

 

HOLMES: Well, Mrs. Jacobs
certainly seems

 

taken with this gentleman.

 

Does he ever show his face?

 

He does when he gets up, but
then a waiter gets in his way.

 

Otherwise, his back is
to the camera the whole time.

 

So how'd it go
with Marcus today?

 

Poorly.

 

Seems he's less interested
in a promotion

 

than he is with the accompanying

 

increase in salary.

 

Oh, so he just wants a raise?

 

I gather he's as interested
in playing scoutmaster

 

to a group of patrolmen

 

as I would be,
but his mother

 

recently lost her job,
and he wants to help her out.

 

He didn't tell me.

 

Well, he's a proud man,
the detective.

 

I offered him a loan,

 

but wouldn't accept.

 

We're still gonna
help him study?

 

We are. Although I must admit,
I have lost some enthusiasm.

 

What's this?

 

It happens again around dessert.

 

A girl and her friend approach.

 

One dangles her keys while
the other takes her picture.

 

Perhaps he's a celebrity
of some sort.

 

His e-mail address was
"KeyMaster."

 

Celebrity locksmith.

 

No, but if he is

 

who I think he is,

 

he does open a
lot of doors.

 

I've seen this pose before;
we both have.

 

He's the Jacobs' realtor.

 

So I took her to lunch.

 

I'll tell you what, I
took her to dinner, too.

 

I took her out
almost as many times

 

as I took her
husband Ernie.

 

The plot thickens.

 

I'm saying that meals
with clients

 

are part of the job.

 

You got to wine and dine
some people.

 

That's how I convinced
the Jacobs to sell their house.

 

They didn't solicit you?

 

Their neighborhood
is getting hot.

 

It's about to take off,
and, uh...

 

I have a lot of clients
looking in that area,

 

so I've been beating the bushes.

 

I signed three new homeowners
just last week.

 

We watched security footage

 

from your dinner with Ellen
at La Porte Blanche.

 

Looked like you were
talking about

 

a lot more than just curb appeal
and square footage.

 

Okay. I liked her.

 

She was really warm, you know?
She was sweet.

 

Look... (sighs)

 

I feel terrible
about what happened,

 

but, listen, I'm a married man.

 

I mean, Ellen and I, we never...

 

It was just a little flirtation,
that's all.

 

HOLMES:
You're lying.

 

Do it again.

 

Tell us where you were
Monday night.

 

I was at home
with my wife.

 

I can't accept an alibi

 

from anyone with
that particular hairstyle.

 

That's my mother.

 

What the hell are
you getting at?

 

Why would you think
that I hurt Ellen?

 

Because her pregnancy was
about to blow your life apart.

 

She was pregnant?

 

Her husband
is sterile,

 

so I think you can guess what
a paternity test would show.

 

Okay.
(clears throat)

 

Okay. I'll admit,

 

there was more to it
with me and Ellen.

 

We...

 

Yes, we got together
a few times.

 

But just because I lied
about that doesn't mean...

 

Look, I lied because
I love my wife.

 

Did you kill Ellen
because you love your wife?

 

You know what?
We're done.

 

I'm not answering any more
questions without a lawyer.

 

I think that's a wise
choice, Mr. Clift.

 

See you again
very soon.

 

(sighs)

 

Putting Warren Clift
in the center?

 

He put himself in the center

 

when he didn't use a condom
with Ellen Jacobs.

 

You don't agree?

 

Well, he seemed
genuinely surprised

 

to hear about
the pregnancy.

 

Perhaps he'd begun to worry
she would expose their affair.

 

Perhaps he thought
a talking dog was commanding him

 

to offer her spirit to the gods.

 

He didn't seem
crazy to me.

 

In my experience, a grown man
who keeps a photograph

 

of his mother on his desk
at work is capable of anything.

 

Harris Waylon Greer suffocated
women with plastic bags.

 

Someone did the same
thing to his daughter.

 

It seems like we
should be focusing

 

on his victims'
families.

 

Hey, are you
listening?

 

Huh? Yes.

 

And I think
you're absolutely right.

 

Yeah, I don't hear
that often enough.

 

I also...

 

think that I'm right.

 

Clift-- I knew I heard
that name before.

 

Look.

 

That's the same photo

 

that Warren Clift
had on his desk.

 

His mother, Triborough Killer's
third victim,

 

died in 1988.

 

You'll recall,
Mr. Clift approached the Jacobs

 

about selling their home,
not the other way around.

 

He had to know that Ellen
was Greer's daughter.

 

I suppose it's the classic
romantic trope.

 

Boy kills girl, girl's son
pursues boy's daughter,

 

his intentions
entirely pure.

 

Purely homicidal, maybe.

 

Do hope Mr. Clift
has located his attorney,

 

'cause I'd really like
to speak to him again.

 

This guy's face is
all over my neighborhood.

 

Sells a lot of homes.

 

According to Joan,
he has a lot of motives:

 

unwanted pregnancy,
an affair being exposed,

 

avenging his mother's murder.

 

Well, this warrant
turns up anything,

 

those'll be the last keys
he holds in his life.

 

GREGSON:
Hello, ma'am.

 

My name is Tom Gregson.

 

This is Detective Bell.

 

We're here...
WOMAN: I know.

 

I was expecting you.

 

You were?

 

WOMAN:
Well, yeah.

 

I want to help
any way that I can.

 

You're here looking for,

 

I don't know, clues, right?

 

Have you been to the hospital?

 

Hospital?

 

What hospital?

 

The one Warren was taken to.

 

He got attacked
outside one of our listings

 

in Ditmas last night.

 

Somebody beat him
with a bat.

 

Isn't that why you're here?

 

WATSON:
You're a lucky man.

 

(sighs) Really?

 

Someone almost
caved my head in with a bat.

 

Basilar skull fracture--
most of the time,

 

something gets severed
and you bleed out,

 

but looks like
you'll be fine.

 

Perhaps now, Mr. Clift,

 

you're finally ready
to start telling the truth.

 

I told you, I didn't kill Ellen.

 

You stalked her, you wriggled
your way into her life.

 

We know about your mother.

 

We know that she was murdered
by Harris Waylon Greer.

 

GREGSON:
That's the reason

 

you killed her, right?

 

You wanted him to feel
everything you felt

 

when you lost your mom.

 

No.

 

Mr. Clift...

 

(sighs)

 

All I wanted...

 

all I've ever wanted
was to talk to him.

 

Just look him in the eye
and tell him

 

what he did to me
and to my family.

 

Check with the prison;
they'll tell you

 

I've made dozens of requests
for visitation.

 

So you were the mystery guest
she was gonna bring with her

 

when she went
to see him this week.

 

You're right
that I tracked her down.

 

I wanted to get to know her...

 

before I told her who I was.

 

And when I finally did tell her,
she understood.

 

The affair... it just happened.

 

It wasn't part of some plan.

 

The pregnancy was
equally unplanned.

 

Perhaps she threatened
to tell your wife.

 

(sighs) No, she never said
a word to me, I swear.

 

I didn't know she was pregnant
until you told me.

 

(sighs) Look, what
happened to me

 

last night can't be
just a coincidence.

 

Someone killed Ellen
three nights ago,

 

and then, last night,
they tried to kill me,

 

the guy she was sleeping with?

 

You think it was
her husband Ernie.

 

He found out about us, he killed
her, he almost killed me.

 

GREGSON:
You told the police

 

you didn't see the face
of the guy who attacked you.

 

No, but do the math.

 

Who else could it be?

 

A moment outside.

 

The chances that Mr. Jacobs
attacked Mr. Clift

 

are actually not that bad.

 

See this crescent-shaped wound?

 

It suggests he wasn't hit with
a baseball bat, as he believes,

 

but with a scaffolding pipe.

 

Saw plenty of that lying around

 

at Mr. Jacobs' home
the other day.

 

Okay, say you're right.

 

Say Ernie Jacobs
did do this.

 

Doesn't mean
he killed Ellen.

 

No, but I'd say
it's worth

 

having Marcus
pay him a visit.

 

BELL: Do you understand
these rights

 

as I've read
them to you?

 

Yes, but you're making
a mistake.

 

I think you're
projecting, Ernie.

 

You see that blood?

 

You missed a spot.

 

It was a cute idea,
reattaching this section here

 

when you were done
beating on Warren Clift,

 

but you should've
cleaned it better.

 

The lip of this connector
left a distinctive mark.

 

You might as well
have signed your work.

 

I rented this equipment.

 

If that's blood,

 

then it came
from someplace else.

 

We got a witness
who saw your truck

 

speeding away
from the scene last night.

 

And you've heard of DNA, right?

 

You think this blood isn't
gonna be a match for Warren?

 

Look on the bright side.

 

If you hadn't have stopped
when you did,

 

you'd have to worry
about two murder charges.

 

Hey, listen!

 

I didn't kill my wife.

 

He's the bastard
who did this!

 

You can't blame me
for wanting him dead.

 

Look, I'd be more inclined
to believe you

 

if you hadn't stood right here

 

two days ago and swore
to my colleagues

 

you had no idea your wife
was having an affair.

 

Now, suddenly, you know
just who to brain with a pipe?

 

I didn't know until after
they told me she was pregnant.

 

Then I thought about

 

who she'd been
spending time with.

 

It wasn't hard to figure out.

 

Look, either way,
attacking Mr. Clift

 

is gonna make it easy
to get a warrant

 

to search inside your home.

 

You left any evidence
you killed Ellen,

 

we'll find it.

 

WATSON:
Hey.

 

Hey, your man Ernie
is all booked and tucked away.

 

But he won't talk
without an attorney.

 

His bail hearing's tomorrow.

 

You think there
will be new charges

 

filed against him by then?

 

Guy showed
his true colors, right?

 

He knew about his wife's affair.

 

He's got a temper.

 

Your partner's
at the Jacobs' house?

 

Along with CSU.
He's digging in for the night.

 

He said he'd call
if he finds anything.

 

In the meantime,
he wanted to make sure

 

you're doing okay
with your studies.

 

Oh, I'm up to
uniform regulations.

 

Did you know that between
November 2 and April 30,

 

it's the responsibility of
the lieutenant platoon commander

 

to authorize the wearing of
the short sleeve uniform shirts

 

whenever the temperature
for a specific tour

 

is expected to rise

 

above 70 degrees
Fahrenheit?

 

I did not know that.

 

But now that you do,
it's exciting.

 

This is for you.

 

What is it?

 

It's a hypothetical
case study

 

that Sherlock and
I put together.

 

Your assignment is to lay
out every procedural step

 

necessary to locate
and serve a subpoena

 

to the reluctant
witness in the file.

 

You realize most of this
won't even be on the exam?

 

We don't believe in
teaching to the test.

 

I don't know if I'd
have time for this.

 

I mean, the test is in two days.

 

Marcus, you trust us, right?

 

I trust you.

 

Okay, then take my word.

 

This is everything
you're gonna need.

 

ELLEN (recording):
Oh, my God.

 

No. Stop it!

 

No! No! (screams)

 

Oh, my God. No.

 

Stop it!

 

No! No! (screams)

 

Oh, my God. No.

 

Stop it!

 

No! No! (screams)

 

Hey, when did you get back
from the Jacobs' house?

 

Short while ago.

 

Was this Ellen's?

 

HOLMES: It's her
in the pictures.

 

Only, back then,
she was known as Megan.

 

ELLEN:
Oh, my God. No.

 

Stop it! No! No!
Why are you still listening to that?

 

(Ellen screams)
I believe I know who killed Ellen Jacobs.

 

To my great surprise,

 

it was not her husband
or her lover.

 

But it was someone

 

she trusted
a great deal.

 

Who?

 

We're taught early on
that no means no.

 

But the first time
Ellen says it on this recording,

 

she means something else.

 

Oh, my God.

 

No. Stop it!

 

No! No! (screams)

 

This is Ellen and her brother,

 

Craig Crismond,
in a simpler time.

 

Before they felt compelled
to change their names.

 

She was Megan.

 

He was Nolan.

 

There's an inscription
on the back.

 

"Me and No,
Christmas '91."

 

"No."

 

Her nickname for Nolan.

 

Oh, my God. No.

 

Stop it!

 

No! No! (screams)

 

The first No.

 

She saw him
in the backseat.

 

She was saying
his name.

 

You guys cleaning your aquarium?

 

WATSON: Actually,
the precinct

 

doesn't have an aquarium.

 

We bought those this morning.

 

We went to the same store

 

where you get your koi,
as a matter of fact.

 

Koi and goldfish
are close cousins.

 

They're both
freshwater fish.

 

The clerk at the store
put a few drops

 

of dechlorinator in the water.

 

He had to.
Otherwise, the chlorine

 

from the tap water
would burn their gills.

 

Sodium thiosulfate is good
for their respiratory system.

 

Same cannot be said
for human beings.

 

I thought we were here
to talk about Ernie.

 

Mr. Crismond,
would it surprise you

 

that the M.E. found traces

 

of sodium thiosulfate
in your sister's lungs?

 

It came from the bag you used
to suffocate her.

 

She inhaled it
with her last few breaths.

 

(chuckles)

 

First, you thought
Ernie killed Ellen.

 

Then it was
that piece of garbage

 

she was having an affair with.

 

Now it's me?

 

Now it's you.

 

We know you killed her.

 

We don't know why.

 

So we thought you might
appreciate this time to...

 

enlighten us.

 

Uh, someone used a bag
like that one

 

to kill Ellen.

 

That store you went to
sells hundreds of fish a year,

 

maybe thousands.
You're right.

 

Lots of people buy fish there.

 

But only one person had
a spare key to Ellen's car.

 

ELLEN:
Oh, my God. No.

 

Stop it!

 

No! No! (screams)

 

HOLMES: Before Ellen died,
she left a message

 

on her home phone,
but you know this, of course,

 

'cause you were there.

 

GREGSON: We know the killer
was lying in wait

 

in the backseat.

 

No sign of forced entry.

 

But then again,
that makes sense.

 

Because you used your own key.

 

Oh, my God. No.

 

Stop it! No! No! (screams)
Would you please stop that?

 

Is it difficult to hear her
saying your name?

 

Oh, my God. No.

 

Stop it! No! No!
She saw you, Craig.

 

(screams)
Or can I call you "No"?

 

She saw you, No.

 

Oh, my God. No.
Could you turn it off?

 

Stop it! No! No! (screams)
I...

 

Can you imagine hearing this
over and over again in court?

 

Oh, my God. No. Stop it!
Can you imagine?

 

No! No! (screams)
Your own sister just-just
begging you not to kill her.

 

Oh, my God. No.
You changed your name,

 

but you didn't really change
who you are, did you?

 

Stop it! No! No! (screams)
You're Nolan Greer.
You're your father's son.

 

Oh, my God. No.
I am nothing like him!

 

Stop it! No! No! (screams)

 

No, he killed
complete strangers.

 

You killed your own sister.

 

Stop it!

 

She asked you to stop
over and over again!

 

She asked you stop, stop, stop,
but you didn't!

 

Oh, my God. No. Stop it!
We had a deal.

 

(recording stops playing)

 

(sighs)

 

He was a monster.

 

And he was a
part of us.

 

We were a part of him.

 

And we couldn't change that,

 

but we could make sure
that the line ended with us.

 

You have two children.

 

No, I don't.

 

Jennifer and I adopted.

 

I had a vasectomy 20 years ago.

 

(laughs)
Megan...

 

Ellen, she had her tubes tied.

 

Then last month,
she told me what had happened.

 

She was... pregnant.

 

She was gonna...

 

she was gonna keep it.

 

So you killed her?

 

(sobbing)

 

We had a deal.

 

(indistinct chatter)

 

I miss something?
You already close another case?

 

As a matter of fact,
Detective, you did.

 

That's Rollo Bastain
from the case study

 

that we assigned you.

 

He was exactly

 

where you said he would be.

 

Silver Bells Bowling
in Dongan Hills.

 

My report was about

 

a missing witness
named Didier McDiaz.

 

He was fictional.

 

You were misled
by Watson and myself.

 

McDiaz is Rollo Bastain.

 

Not a recalcitrant
witness,

 

but a wanted fugitive
bail jumper.

 

All that information
in the file Joan gave me?

 

Names were changed

 

to protect the guilty.
The rest was accurate.

 

You should know
that we so trust your skill,

 

we didn't even check your work.

 

It's for you.

 

Check for 36 grand?

 

Mr. Bastain has a $40,000
bounty on his head.

 

Holmes...

 

I know that you're forbidden
from accepting money

 

from bringing
a fugitive to justice.

 

Your mother, however, is not.

 

Check's made
out to her.

 

(chuckles)

 

So, you said
the bounty is for 40.

 

Why is Mom only getting 36?

 

Out of respect for your strong
feelings towards charity,

 

I'm taking a ten percent
finder's fee.

 

(quiet laugh)

 

All right,
I got to go.

 

Gotta find
the right bleach to get

 

some blood out of my space suit.

 

Any ideas?

 

Good luck.

 

Yeah, good luck to you, too.

 

If you still want
to be a sergeant.

 

¢Ü Sound and color ¢Ü

 

¢Ü This life ain't like it was

 

¢Ü Sound and color ¢Ü
¢Ü I wanna touch a human being

 

¢Ü Sound and color ¢Ü

 

¢Ü I want to go back to sleep

 

¢Ü Sound and color ¢Ü

 

¢Ü Ain't life
just awful strange ¢Ü

 

¢Ü Sound and color. ¢Ü

 

== sync, corrected by elderman ==
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