Are we completely out of mugs?
HOLMES: Check the sink.
These are ready for carbon dating.
Ugh... I take it we're out of clean bowls, too?
And forks and plates and cups.
Where am I supposed to put my tea?
This isn't healthy, you know.
Little marinara is not gonna kill you, Watson.
No, I mean the state of your kitchen.
Don't you mean our kitchen?
No, I mean yours.
I'm only here for ten more days, remember?
Nine days, 12 hours, 47 minutes, actually, but who's counting?
I'm just saying, this is a problem.
This is the sign of an active mind.
Lincoln, Einstein, Freud.
All geniuses who drew inspiration from chaos in their environs.
Without Andrew Fleming's reluctance to wash petri dishes, the world wouldn't have penicillin, would it?
Well, since the world does, do you have to grow it in your fridge?
Nine days, 12 hours, 46 minutes.
♪ Elementary 1x11 ♪
Dirty Laundry Original Air Date on January 3, 2013
Victim's name is Teri Purcell.
She's General Manager of this hotel.
She worked late most nights in her office.
That's where she was last seen.
Looks like she died from blunt-force trauma to the head, and then she got stuffed in the machine to wash away any physical evidence.
The washer makes it hard to pinpoint time of death.
Best guess right now is somewhere between 9:30 and midnight.
Machine was wiped down, so there's no fingerprints, except for the maid's who found her, and no witnesses, either.
And this? Fountain pen.
It was found in the washing machine with the body and some sheets.
Now, could be the victim's, could be the killer's.
No way to tell 'cause there aren't any prints.
Broken in half, and yet I see no ink at all on Mrs. Purcell's person, or the sheets that were in the washer.
I'm gonna go out on a limb, and say it was empty.
I noticed that neither the security camera in the corridor nor the one by the exit door are functioning.
The red power lights were off.
Yeah, hotel maintenance said they've been inactive for months.
They keep fixing them, they keep going on the fritz.
Which means the attacker could come and go without fear of being monitored.
Suggests they were familiar with the environment.
As for these drag marks here, a distinctive maroon color from the heels of the victim's shoes.
Similar marks running the length of the corridor, meaning she was dragged here from somewhere else.
You mentioned an office?
Obviously, it looks like the altercation may have started here.
Not likely a robbery gone wrong.
No drawers ransacked or cabinets left open.
BELL: Well, so far, all the hotel staff we've talked to said Mrs. Purcell is a great boss.
Everyone loved her.
Hm. Because people are so eager to speak ill of the dead, aren't they?
The walls are lined with awards and letters of appreciation for all her charity work.
Yes, well, we're not so keen to advertise our shameful acts, are we?
No, Mrs. Purcell wanted to be seen as a friendly, welcoming person.
It's not enough for her to be altruistic, she wants to be acknowledged for it.
Same goes with her family.
Here's an observation for you.
More often than not, when I find a murdered woman with a wedding band on her finger, the husband's the one who did it.
I say we talk to Mr. Purcell, find out where he was tonight.
Surprised you haven't tried to get me to move here in the interest of my sobriety.
All the "structure" on display.
Mock me all you want.
Organization is a form of structure, and structure is good for recovery.
After you complained about the state of the kitchen last night, I took a personal inventory.
I am excelling at recovery.
Which tells me that you're only taking a grim view of my progress because you're annoyed that I'm doing so well. Right.
I'm upset by your success, which is, by association, my success.
Success at a job that you don't enjoy.
As opposed to my work, which invigorates you.
I never denied that I find what you do very interesting.
I've decided, Watson: the lessons can continue after our companionship ends.
A weekly salon, perhaps.
You could come by, I could share my wisdom.
In exchange for some light housework, of course.
GREGSON: Holmes. Come on.
I don't know what to say. Everybody loved Teri.
My poor daughter is devastated.
Neither one of us can figure out why anyone would hurt her.
GREGSON: Mr. Purcell, we-we have to ask: how was your relationship with your wife?
PURCELL: Are you asking me that because you think I did it?
No, no, we're just trying to get the whole picture.
I loved my wife.
Things have been as great as they always were.
Yet you've been sleeping on the couch lately.
The cushions are compressed all the way across, not just in the middle, like they are when someone sits on them.
Someone of your height and weight has been lying there for long periods.
I have insomnia.
I can watch TV out here without keeping Teri up.
That's very considerate of you.
The damp towels and the presence of your toiletries in the guest bathroom-- they suggest that your wife has banished you completely from the master bedroom.
Stress in the marriage is to be expected, given your current unemployment.
Wait, I'm sorry. H-How did you...
Movie ticket. It's, uh...
It's for a matinee.
HOLMES: Hmm? Also, your printer is full of high-end card stock.
That's... that's resume paper.
You're looking for a job.
Are you okay?
Carly, hon, could you please get our guests some water?
Yeah, of course.
I'll give you a hand. Thank you.
Yes, my wife and I have been having problems, and yes, I lost my job as a financial consultant.
Which is why I spent yesterday evening at a Pink Slip Mixer with some other unemployed friends.
Early admission to Georgetown and Michigan.
Congratulations. Your mom must have been really proud.
She was. Looks like you're a pretty serious soccer player.
The coach at Michigan promised me that I'd start.
But my mom, she really had her heart set on Georgetown.
I keep telling myself, "Tough times don't last, tough people do""
And, "this too shall pass""
"This too shall pass."
"Living one day at a time."
I know a lot of people in recovery.
A couple of years ago, I... I hurt my knee.
I started taking pain pills just to, like, get through games.
But by the end of the season, I was just taking them to get through the day, and...
My mom is the one who helped me get clean.
You know, I'm gonna give you my phone number.
If you need to talk, my phone's on all the time.
Waste of time, that was.
He clearly has great confidence in his alibi.
And when I look at him, I don't see "killer""
I see "blah."
You want the scoop on our victim?
Talk to her.
HOLMES: She's worth talking to because?
She's trimming an evergreen in the middle of winter.
You're supposed to do it June.
And the only thing more important than a well-maintained lawn in the suburbs is gossip.
Teri was a lovely woman.
Lots of people thought so.
Uh, was there any particular man you're referring to?
Oh, I wouldn't want to speak out of school.
Course you wouldn't.
I think Teri was having an affair.
A very handsome man used to drop by a lot.
Always when Oliver wasn't home.
Before he lost his job, of course.
Could you describe him?
Oh, I can do better than that.
My, uh, friend Sheila lives over on Oxford.
She refused to believe me when I told her that "Saint Teri" was entertaining a gentleman caller.
So I took this picture as proof.
Like I said: handsome, right?
His license plate is particularly fetching.
MAN: I'm sorry, I'm... I'm just... I'm stunned.
Teri was an... she was an amazing person.
She volunteered here from the very beginning.
In that time and with her help, our organization raised money to collect and destroy over one million undetonated land mines.
She was as passionate about our cause as anyone I've ever known.
Is that all that she was passionate about?
Uh, I'm not sure what you're asking.
Were you and Teri having it?
I assume you're referring to the conversational variety.
No, I meant fornication.
The insertion of part A into part... Mr. Silver, we are not here to judge you. Perish the thought!
No, we're just... simply inquiring if your time with Mrs. Purcell involved coitus.
No. It did not.
Her neighbor seems to be under the impression it did.
She said you had a habit of visiting when Teri's husband was away.
Well, I visited when he was there, too.
Oliver was a friend; I've known him for as long as I've known Teri.
Can you account for your whereabouts between 9:00 and midnight last night?
Yes. A friend and his wife had me over for dinner.
Why? We'd just like to call and confirm.
So, if you wouldn't mind.
I don't really care what you think about me, but you got the wrong idea about Teri.
She was as devoted to her family as she was to this foundation.
She was, without doubt, one of the finest human beings I've ever had the pleasure of knowing.
Another suspect, another alibi.
You're angry because that man and the husband could prove they didn't commit a murder?
I'm angry because I've run out of suspects.
At least, for the time being.
I really liked that one, too.
He helps run a charity that dismantles landmines.
John Wayne Gacy gave his time to several charitable foundations.
Does that make him a good person, too?
So, that was the captain.
He talked to head of security at Teri Purcell's hotel.
Now he said they had a prostitution problem recently.
Some guests got solicited in the hotel bar and complained.
Now, Teri cracked down, cleared out the working girls.
A few weeks later, she gets some threatening anonymous calls.
Probably from their pimps.
Yeah, I'm gonna head to Vice, see who might be running hookers at high-end hotels.
You want to come?
I appreciate the offer, Detective, but I've just realized that Watson and I have a thing.
Why go to Vice to explore the problem when we can go directly to the source?
Tell me, have you ever been whore-fishing?
Too obvious. Too intoxicated.
High-end escorts are more polished, discreet.
Mark my words. No one is going to take you seriously as an investigator if you can't spot a fille de joie at 20 paces.
What is the point of this again?
As Detective Bell suggested.
If Teri Purcell ran afoul of the working girls in her establishment, it may well have led to her death.
Who better to fill in the holes, as it were, than the strumpets themselves?
Teri Purcell is the one who put a ban on them in the hotel.
And how do you know any of these women are...?
(whispers): ...are call girls?
When the cat's away, the mice will play.
In this case, the cat got his skull caved in.
The mice are the prostitutes.
I get it. I just think your mouse hunt is a little misogynistic.
Not misogynistic. Anthropological.
The species we are looking for is attractive, well-dressed, quick to laugh, and highly-skilled at spotting out-of-town men whose desires are not being fulfilled at home.
Might we offer you a drink and some company?
Oh, a drink would be lovely.
Excellent. Now that's out of the way.
My friend and I were wondering what you might charge to sleep with us.
We work with the police, and, uh, we were wondering if you or any of your fellow working girls might know who killed the manager in the hotel last night.
Oh, I'm sorry. I think that you have wrong idea about me.
Do I now? I know your clothes-- they say sophisticated businesswoman, but the faint line across your thighs says garter belt with stockings.
And you've made meaningful eye contact with almost every unattached man in here, even the paunchy ones.
Now, should I alert security to your presence, or would you mind just-just answering just a couple of questions, hmm?
What do you want to know?
As I said, the manager of the hotel was killed last night.
We're investigating the possibility that one of your managers may have had something to do with it.
Why would any of those guys want to kill Teri?
So, you knew her? Of course.
We all did. But trust me, none of our managers would ever lay a finger on her.
Not in a million years.
How can you be so sure?
Because... she was the reason that most of us worked here.
We were told that she-she chased you all out because some of the hotel guests complained.
Oh, she just helped us to keep a lower profile.
She would sneak us in the back, put us up in the service elevators to meet the clients.
She wanted us here.
Now, if you two decide you ever do want a date... call me.
I think we'd have some fun.
GREGSON: So far, every hooker we've talked to has said the same thing.
Ever since Teri Purcell took over the hotel in '09, she's been arranging dates with rich businessmen and diplomats that were visiting from the UN.
Couple of months ago, someone started complaining about the prostitutes in the lobby.
So she started moving them through the laundry area, where she'd sabotaged the security cameras.
When their business was complete, she'd sneak 'em back out.
Now, get ready for the weird part.
She did it all for free.
You're saying she was a volunteer madam?
According to the girls who worked there, yeah-- their pimps loved her. What about the threatening phone calls she received?
They say that they came from the one girl that she did have to ban.
The girl got high in the lobby, made a scene, so she had to cut her off.
We tracked her down.
She's six months into a bid for possession, so she's not our killer.
Wyatt? Excuse me.
I don't get it.
Why would Teri Purcell risk her career to run a non-profit brothel out of her hotel?
House of secrets, that place.
Perhaps it warrants a second look.
You know, it occurs to me that once you've accepted my offer of an apprenticeship, you should probably start taking notes.
I'm not becoming your apprentice.
No, of course not. Not in an official capacity.
More likely you'll peddle some fiction to my father about me not being ready to be alone yet.
Hmm? Whatever your pride dictates, I shan't hold it against you.
You know I'm not staying, right?
What? And continue your journey to profound professional satisfaction?
Why would you?
What are you doing?
Secret compartments have been a part of cabinet-making since the Age of Enlightenment.
You know, I once spent a thrilling afternoon examining a Queen Anne secretary with no fewer than 25 hidden caches.
What is it?
Well, it's a compact, but it's... it's a very heavy compact.
It's not even Teri's shade.
She's much more of a winter.
See here... wireless connector.
And with this, Teri could sign in to an entirely private network.
WATSON: Hidden cameras.
Nine hidden cameras.
Well, I think I've worked out how Teri was profiting from her arrangement with the hookers.
(elevator bell dings)
It would explain why Teri allowed the prostitutes to work at her hotel, but never took a cut of the money, hmm?
She gave them access, arranged their dates.
They gave her the opportunity to capture guests on film in flagrante delicto.
Well, if you're right, that means every guest she ever blackmailed is a potential suspect in her murder.
You said you found a couple of thousand hours of footage?
The cameras ran 24/7.
Unfortunately, there are no time stamps or references on the videos.
Which means, it'll probably take forever to identify the guests who performed blackmail-worthy acts on tape.
I'm gonna need teams working on shifts to get through it all.
It's gonna take days.
Do I even want to know what happened?
You haven't missed a thing.
More yak than shack so far.
Curiously, many of these videos are entirely prostitute-free.
I meant the garbage.
Borrowed our neighbor's bin to test your theory about physical mess and its correlation to relapse.
I've been sitting here for hours, and I haven't felt any additional temptation to use drugs.
We'll see how I am in the morning.
CARLY: Is-is this Miss Watson?
Hi. It's, um... it's Carly Purcell.
You-you gave me your number the other day.
I'm glad you called.
Is everything okay?
Yeah-- yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah.
I haven't taken any pills or anything.
I-I just needed to talk to someone.
Okay. Well, I'm here.
You sound upset.
You know what? I-I don't even know you.
This was stupid. I-I...
No. I told you to call me if you wanted to talk, and you... and you called.
I don't know. The way she was.
She... she's not... she's not what people thought.
What do you mean?
Carly, tell me where you are, and I will come and meet you.
I'm really sorry, but I... I've got to go.
I thought you'd still be looking at that secret camera video.
I finished an hour ago.
But it turns out, the photographs hidden in Mrs. Purcell's computer are far more interesting.
So, Teri had dirty pictures, too?
Wait. It gets better.
I know what you're thinking.
But each of these stultifying images contains almost a gig of memory.
Mm. That's steganography, the science of embedding hidden messages in plain sight, security through obscurity.
So, you're saying that Teri's picture files are so large because she has content hidden in them.
Mm. Luckily, I have a decryption program that should unlock the coded data in a matter of minutes.
Carly called me last night.
I didn't mention it because she confided in me the other day.
About her drug use?
I overheard a snippet of conversation while I was questioning her father.
It didn't seem relevant.
Has it become relevant?
Well, she did mention something about her mother not being the person that everyone thought she was.
I must warn you, Watson.
Whatever's on these videos is likely to be the vilest and most startling material that Mrs. Purcell gathered, so you might not want to watch this.
(men speaking Farsi)
(man speaking French)
Wow. Yeah, I don't know how I'm ever going to unsee any of that.
(men speaking French, Farsi)
What? What, who are you calling?
We need to go back to the Purcell home immediately.
Why? Because some French guy is putting on too much deodorant?
It's not what the people in these videos are doing, Watson, it's what they're saying.
(indistinct radio transmission)
You're quite good, you know that?
You really had me going the other day.
Beg your pardon?
Your accent, your attire, your décor-- it all virtually screams "average American."
Except you're neither, are you?
Someone want to tell me what the hell is going on here?
Yeah, you're a... a spy.
So was your late wife.
We have a warrant to search your home, Mr. Purcell.
OLIVER: Based on what?
GREGSON: Based on your secret videos that your wife made with her "globally relevant" guests.
HOLMES: At first I thought she was using them as blackmail-- why else would she facilitate a prostitution ring in her own hotel and collect none of the profits?
Now I have the answer.
The escorts made the hotel popular amongst international power brokers, foreign businessmen, diplomats visiting the nearby UN-- only it wasn't their bad behavior that Teri wanted caught on tape, it was their information.
I imagine that while she was collecting intelligence from her place of business, you were doing the same at your financial consulting firm?
I was fired months ago. No. You resigned.
Your firm recently signed a contract with the Department of Defense.
GREGSON: The DoD would have required a thorough background check on everyone that worked at the company.
You knew your legend wouldn't hold up to that level of scrutiny.
The elaborate and utterly false identities provided by your Russian spymasters for you and your wife to pass as American citizens.
Oh, so now I'm not only a spy, I'm a Russian spy?
You made a point of stepping out
to shake hands the other day.
It's bad form in Russian culture to shake hands beneath the arch of a doorway, is it not? Then there were the coins that your wife left lying around in her office.
In Russian folklore, money goes to money.
Leaving coins out is a way of inviting good fortune into your life.
Didn't quite work out for her, though, did it?
Listen to me.
If what happened to Teri had anything to do with her spying, now would be the time to tell us.
I want a lawyer.
Yeah, I would expect that you would.
Just got off the phone with the Feds.
They're on their way down.
Can I question Oliver now?
GREGSON: This is a joint investigation.
NYPD handles the homicide; FBI handles the espionage.
The homicide and the espionage are the same thing.
We wait. As it is, we're lucky they're letting us sit in.
Oh, yeah, by all means, let's express our gratitude to the lurching, inept bureaucracy that is preventing us from questioning a suspect who sits not ten feet away!
Oh, good, you're here.
He's doing his tantrum thing.
WATSON: I've been trying to get ahold of Carly since I heard you picked up her father.
Has anyone heard from her? Well, she wasn't home when we went to pick up Oliver, so we left a uniform at the house.
She's 17 years old and she's in crisis.
Her mother was just murdered, and she's about to find out that both her parents are Russian spies.
We need to find her.
She's right. Carly could be in danger, especially if she was part of her parents' operation.
I talked to this girl-- she is a confused teenager, not a sleeper agent.
And now she's alone.
Spies are never alone.
They have handlers.
SILVER: And I know you probably have some figure in the back of your mind for how much...
I was wrong about you, Geoffrey.
What?! We're in a meeting here.
Ladies and gentlemen, kudos to you for your attraction to such a worthy cause.
The fact that I'm about to demonstrate that Mr. Silver is actually a Russian spy should by no means discourage you from giving, and giving generously.
I don't know what the hell you are talking about, but all three of you need to leave.
You provided Oliver and Teri Purcell with cash, cover, resources, ferried their stolen secrets back to Mother Russia, all under the guise of your international charity work.
Quite a brilliant cover, actually.
That is the craziest thing I've ever heard.
Is it? Well, we know that Teri Purcell was working as a spy, and she was passing video recordings hidden behind mundane photographs via steganography.
It just so happens one of those photographs was open on your desktop two days ago. Do you mind if I pull it up so I can show Detective Bell? Yes. Abso...
No, I do; I do mind.
Would you get him out of here?
I'm quite happy to leave by myself, actually.
Just tell me everything you know about who killed Teri Purcell.
Oh, my God, I don't know who killed Teri.
Now, if looking in my computer is gonna get you to leave, then fine, go ahead.
It's no longer there.
Obviously, someone just scrubbed it clean.
If you're convinced that I'm a spy... arrest me.
Otherwise, you got to go.
HOLMES (over phone): Captain Gregson, how may I be of assistance?
Oliver Purcell's agreed to talk to us and the FBI.
I told the Feds we wouldn't have found the guy without you.
They said you could sit in, all right?
Our handlers thought we'd work well together as a couple.
Not because we were in love.
Our relationship was never romantic, it was... a patriotic transaction.
But Carly is your biological daughter, (over speaker): correct?
OLIVER: That was two operatives obeying orders.
We started having s*x when we were urged to conceive.
Stopped when Teri got pregnant.
Once we had Carly, we... looked more like a real American family.
But... you can't raise a spy.
Teri and I found ourselves with a daughter.
I may not have loved Teri, but we both loved Carly.
When did you initiate her into the family business?
Come on, Mr. Purcell, the Russians invested a great deal of time and money into your family-- they must have had a plan for Carly. They did.
But I worked 20 years for the SVR, living a lie.
I wanted more for my daughter.
WOMAN: You and your wife see eye to eye on that? No.
Teri wanted to tell Carly.
To Teri, serving Russia was still the highest calling.
That's got to be a hard disagreement to resolve.
And so I... threatened to expose the operation.
Said I'd take my chances with the U.S. Government before I let the SVR use my daughter.
That was enough to shut Teri and Geoffrey up.
Geoffrey Silver, your handler?
I believe that constitutes a positive I.D. on Mr. Silver's involvement in espionage.
OLIVER: Look, I don't know who killed Teri, (phone vibrating) but I'll plead guilty to the rest of it, tell you everything I know, but only if you leave Carly alone.
Put that in writing, and I'm yours.
Are you okay?
I was coming home last night when I saw the police taking my dad away.
What's going on, Ms. Watson?
He's just answering some questions right now.
D-Do they think he had something to do with my mom?
'Cause he didn't!
Okay, tell me where you are, and I'll come and meet you, all right?
CARLY: Thanks for meeting me.
It's been a rough couple of days, you know?
Of course. I get it.
Carly, you said the other night that your mom wasn't who everyone thought she was.
Did you know she was a spy?
And your father, too?
How long have you known for?
(crying): My mom told me a few days ago.
That's a lot for anyone to process.
My father shouldn't be under arrest-- it's my fault.
You can't take on your parents' mistakes.
You don't understand.
I'm the one who's responsible.
I killed my mother.
I, um, I got my letter of acceptance from Michigan that day.
Full athletic scholarship.
The first thing I do is call my mom, 'cause I figured she'd be as thrilled as I was.
It's okay, Carly.
Just try to tell us what happened.
She just... she sounded weird.
She told me that I had to go straight to the hotel, and so I did.
And when I got there, she told me that Michigan was out of the question, that I was going to Georgetown, and... and I didn't understand why she was being so insistent.
But then she explained why.
She told you the truth about... her and your father?
CARLY: At first, I thought it was a joke.
Like, Russian spies?
We-we live in Westchester. We have a minivan.
But it wasn't a joke.
Every-Everything my parents had told me was a lie.
Odd that your father wasn't there, as well, no?
She told me that we had to keep it between the two of us.
That he wouldn't understand, and so, it was really important for all of us for me to do exactly what she told me to do.
Did she threaten you?
She told me there were people out there who could hurt us.
And I figured that they were the people she was working for.
GREGSON: Why was your mom so intent on you going to Georgetown?
She said they have the better government program.
She said that a degree from there would really mean something.
I guess, after college, I was supposed to get a job in Washington, or...
Where you could operate as a second generation agent.
U.S. national who could penetrate the corridors of government power and gain access to information she never could.
She had my whole life planned out.
She wanted me to give up everything I ever wanted for a country I'd never even seen, so I said, "No."
I said no to Georgetown, no to spying.
I was going to Michigan, I was going to play soccer.
(crying): I just... I...
I'd fought back from too much not to follow my dream.
I-I told her that I'd go to the police if she tried to stop me.
I told her that-that I'd tell them about her.
But then, as I was leaving... she grabbed me, and...
I-I don't know. I was just...
I was so freaked out that...
I-I guess I just... I guess I just
I called her name a couple of times, but she just lay there. She...
That's-that's when Mr. Silver came in.
He told me that he was my mom's handler and that-th-that
I was in a lot of trouble.
He told me that... if I didn't go right away I was gonna go to jail and I was never gonna see my dad again.
I-I was... I was so afraid, I...
My dad was all I had left, and I just...
I didn't know what to do, so I went home and...
I didn't say anything.
Whatever-whatever else you think my dad did, he didn't kill my mom.
SILVER: I'm very sorry.
But I can neither confirm nor deny anything Carly Purcell may have told you.
GREGSON: 'Cause you don't want to be charged as an accessory to murder?
And because I don't recognize your authority.
Finished playing the part of the American citizen, I see.
You know you're going to jail either way, right?
Oliver Purcell's given the FBI enough to put you away for the rest of your natural life.
Did I say something funny to you?
I'd be very surprised if I spent more than a week in one of your jails.
People in my alleged line of work don't tend to be locked up.
We tend to be traded.
The U.S. government is probably perusing a catalogue of political prisoners they'd like released from Russia, as we speak.
GREGSON: Well, then.
I guess we'll just let the Feds do whatever it is the Feds do.
You ruined that girl's life.
HOLMES: I must say, Watson, I'm quite flattered.
It's a lovely homage to my methodology.
But why apply it to a case that's already solved?
That door was closed.
Look, I just...
Carly Purcell didn't deserve what's happened to her.
I just thought if I looked at the evidence one more time...
I don't know.
You could what? Rewrite history?
She already confessed.
What is that?
Spaghetti in a mug?
I take it that, uh, there's still no clean bowls or plates?
How do you deal with... cases not working out the way you want them to?
The only promise a puzzle makes is an answer.
Liking the answer doesn't factor in.
In our line of work it mustn't.
What is that?
Oh, uh, Teri Purcell's autopsy report just showed up on our front doorstep.
Oh, I actually requested that from Gregson's office.
There's a break in the fourth metacarpal.
That is a... boxer's fracture.
Resulting from a clenched fist striking something or... someone.
WATSON: You don't think that... that Teri fought back against Carly, do you?
She just willingly confessed to matricide this afternoon.
I doubt she would leave out the part where her mum fought back.
HOLMES: Mr. Silver.
Such a pleasure to see you again.
You know the government's working on one of those deals you mentioned, looking to trade you back to where you came from.
I'm afraid I'm about to bollocks that all up for you now.
That would be... impressive.
GREGSON: For the record, Mr. Silver, you never saw Teri, you never visited her at the hotel the night of her murder?
As I explained to your men the day I met them, I didn't see her for the entire week before she died.
Nyet, comrade. Big lie.
You saw her the day she died.
You came running into her office when you realized her meeting with her daughter had gone south.
You then pressured Carly into joining the family business, and you asked her to leave so you could dispose of her mother's body.
The only problem was, she wasn't dead yet.
You had a big decision to make.
You'd just used her apparent murder to leverage her daughter into becoming a spy.
Carly was quite an asset for you.
A real U.S. citizen.
Not much use in the short term, but in the long term-- sky's the limit.
I mean, she-she could be President Purcell when all was said and done.
Unfortunately, the same could not be said for poor Teri.
So you decided to... retire her.
WATSON: Teri fought back, though.
She hit you hard enough to break her hand.
When that didn't work, she relieved you of that.
Used it to stab at you.
She only managed to break it open in her hand.
I can understand why it looks that way, yeah.
After all, there was no ink found at the crime scene.
None on Teri, none on any of the other linens in the washer.
But then I thought, just because you can't see a stain doesn't mean it isn't there.
Are you familiar with the concept of invisible ink?
(laughing): Invisible ink?
Yeah. Yeah, trust me.
I know precisely how ridiculous it sounds.
Might as well have a phone in your shoe.
And yet, spies like you have been using it for centuries.
This pen, for example, had traces of a type known as permanent fluorescing ink, imperceptible to the human eye, and revealed only under an ultraviolet light.
Now, I went to the morgue this morning, and I shone Teri's hand under a UV lamp.
Even after the wash, her palm was covered in the stuff.
And when she struggled with you, she got it all over your clothes.
Captain, if you will?
Your Zegna shirt, raided from your closet earlier today, under a warrant.
When I shine a UV lamp on it, the story it reveals is as clear as it is compelling.
And that's Teri's handprint on your shirt.
You didn't just see her the other night, you killed her.
You were right the other day.
The U.S. would trade a spy under the right circumstances.
These, however, are not those circumstances.
A matter of fact, I see your stay in the States being extended.
Somewhere along the lines of 20 to life?
What's going to happen with my dad?
He's cooperating with the FBI right now, in exchange for immunity.
You'll both be placed in Witness Protection and get a new start.
(sniffling): I, uh...
I know my mom was asking me to do something really terrible, but I loved her, and I just, I still feel really, really responsible.
It's going to hurt for a while.
You need to let it.
And if any old demons come back...
I'll-I'll-I'll call you.
Or I'll... I'll talk to my dad.
Listen, if you two are through, I can take Miss Purcell to see her dad now.
Tough times don't last.
Tough people do.
How's Miss Purcell?
As well as can be expected.
Quite proud of you, Watson-- your doggedness.
I give you as much credit for solving this case as I do myself.
Hm. No wonder you're so keen to stay on as my associate.
As I proposed the other day, we can tell my father I've hit a bit of a rough patch.
He'll keep the checks coming.
You can continue to hone your skill.
I took another job this morning.
I work with other therapists, and I was referred to another client, so I'll be starting with him next week, after you and I wrap up.
I'm usually quite good with deductions.
Are you okay?
My dear Watson, whenever am I not?