Can you read that all right, Hugo?
You need glasses?
It's an ad, I guess.
Like, an online classified ad.
You don't need to guess-- you placed it.
IP address says it came from the library
down the block from your apartment.
"Wanted: free spirits with dance moves.
Make a memory and 50 bucks."
You sent Raggedy Andy masks like this one
to everyone who responded.
They thought they were gonna be in a flash mob viral video.
When in fact they were participants
in a human shell game.
Your unwitting accomplices provided cover,
while you stabbed your boss
in broad daylight.
You then fled
amongst the dispersing Andys.
Nobody here thinks much of your scheme,
but your masks, they're impressive.
How long did it take you to make 'em, Hugo?
You think I can sew?
Well enough that it gave you away.
Half the masks we recovered bore these
irregular stitches, here-- but only half.
These defects bothered you enough to seek out a replacement bobbin
for your antique machine.
You bought two at the Stitch-rite
down in the Garment District.
It's on tape. Go ahead, then,
lock me up-- I got some bobbins.
And...
...a KA-BAR military knife.
We recovered that from the furnace
at your mother's house.
The leather handle and the blood evidence
have burned away, but the serrated edge
may as well as signed your name on your victim's ribs.
You want to give us your confession,
help us help you, now would be a good time.
Pat.
Hey.
No one told me you were here.
Heard you were in the box, so I said
I'd make myself at home. Yeah.
Close the door, would you?
What brings you down?
Nothing bad.
Is it something good?
'Cause, uh...
that's some top-shelf scotch. I may not look
like a fairy godmother, Tommy,
but... looks can be deceiving.
You and I are gonna have a chat
about the future of this unit.
I heard you found 12 mites per hundred up at Hyde Park.
Most of their hives won't make it.
I've been doing fieldwork for the USDA for 15 years--
I've never seen Colony Collapse numbers this bad.
I've got friends in California
say they're gonna lose 20%, 25%.
The winter was so cold that folks up here
are gonna lose twice that.
Yeah.
What do you think it is?
Pesticides? Mites? What?
You know, I don't know.
But we're gonna get to the bottom of it.
Everett!
What the hell have you done to my bees!
Oh, my God!
Oh...!
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No, sir.
Uh, understood.
I will, sir.
If you guys work for the USDA, why didn't you just say so?
We don't.
My partner's on a beekeeping message board
with a few of their researchers.
They asked us to come and have a look,
since it's one of their colleagues that died.
Guess I should apologize for the misunderstanding.
Oh, that's quite all right, Officer.
It was very rude of me
to save your life in such a brusque fashion.
I'm not sure you saved my life.
Yanked evidence out of my hand is more like it.
If he hadn't, you'd be suffering arrhythmia by now.
If you kept smelling that egg carton, it would've killed you.
Now, you said you could tell that thing
was soaked in cyanide by the scent?
From ten feet away.
Okay. So...
somebody dropped that in the guy's smoker,
and then he goes off to comb the swarm,
and poof-- he's gassing the bees and breathing poison.
An eloquent summation. You might want to tell your colleague
that the apiarist is not a strong suspect.
The hell she isn't.
She was the only other person
out here when this thing happened.
And as far as Watson and I
have been able to discern, utterly devoid
of any motive--
unlike the soulless corporate golem
that is AgriNext.
You think a company did this?
It wouldn't be the first time they'd harbored a killer.
He's right-- we found one there a few months ago.
So what makes you think they did this?
Elevated levels of Colony Collapse Disorder
along the Northeast.
You putting that on AgriNext, too?
Everett Keck did.
His notes strongly suggest that the company's
neonicotinoid pesticides are the cause.
So this guy was killed over some dead bees?
A hundred million dead bees.
The regional numbers are so anomalous
that an international apiary summit
has been convened at Garrison University
to discuss the problem this week.
Everett Keck's notes suggest he was willing
to cut short that debate and lay the blame squarely
at the feet of AgriNext.
Officer, need a hand here!
So, are you good here?
I'm done here, actually.
Why?
The captain wants to see me at the station.
He says he needs my help with something.
"Come by the office.
No Sherlock."
Come in, come in.
Close the door.
I'm sorry for the cloak-and-dagger-- it's just,
this is a little delicate.
Is everything okay?
I've been offered a promotion.
Wow.
Downtown likes the work we've been doing,
and they want to bump me up to deputy chief.
That's incredible! Do I give you a hug?
No, no, no, no, no.
You can, you can sit.
This is not a done deal.
Well, but you're gonna say yes.
Why wouldn't you?
If I'm not leaving my people in good hands,
I'm not leaving my people at all.
Now, the name they've floated to replace me is Ann Vescey.
She's a C.O. of the five-one squad, up in the Bronx.
Do you know her?
I know of her.
She's, uh, got some heat.
All the right people are fans.
But I'm worried about her home base.
The five-one had a property room scandal
a couple of years back, and although
she wasn't implicated...
You want me to check her out.
Yeah.
A few of her guys there had a habit of skimming from a big coke bust
that they had in property lockup.
They were careful, took a little at a time--
long story short is, IAB wasn't sure that they got everyone.
Now, Major Crimes
has the biggest discretionary budget
short of Counterterrorism.
I got to know for sure that
I'm not handing over the keys
to someone with sticky fingers.
I get it.
I would've asked you to bring Holmes, but...
It's delicate.
I'm happy to help.
You told me on the phone
this was about the Barbara Conway case.
It seemed unlikely you'd be willing
to talk about the real reason for my visit, so I lied.
I'm sure you'll return the favor soon enough.
I don't understand the hostility, Mr. Holmes.
You... you solved the murder of our CFO
and one of our board members,
and you still don't think we'd meet with you?
Because this place is a malevolent hellmouth,
and all who pass through it
are complicit in an ongoing ecological onslaught.
Or does AgriNext still deny
that its pesticides are causing Colony Collapse Disorder?
Of course it does. There's never been a credible link...
So, the company would have had
motive to do away with someone
who was trying to find the link.
Everett Keck, for example.
I doubt that anyone in this room committed the actual crime,
but in a pit such as AgriNext, it takes time to determine
where one snake ends and the next begins,
so I'm going to give your executives
as much warning as possible: come forward with information,
you may be spared.
You're right...
about the company having an awareness of Mr. Keck.
Naturally, we knew about the work he was doing for the ASI.
We knew about his report.
But trust me, nobody here needed to hurt him.
We were well prepared
to counter any claims he might make.
Explain.
We invested in some oppositional research.
As it turned out, Mr. Keck...
was academically under-qualified
for his position.
He was a Buddhist seminary dropout.
Also an abuser of recreational drugs.
He also had problems at work.
He made enemies.
At one point, the USDA even had to suspend him.
So I could probably provide you with the names
of a few good suspects...
but I'm afraid you haven't put me in a very generous mood.
So I think I'd rather you just left.
Hi.
Is the captain leaving us?
Do you have his office bugged or something?
So you don't deny it. How could you...
Timing and context. The spring
before an election is the NYPD's traditional housecleaning season.
And it was only a matter of time before our clearance rate
conferred glory upon the captain.
Not that he isn't deserving of it himself,
of course.
You saw the personnel file.
Lieutenant Vescey's name
is familiar to me, as are most names within the department.
It's not a great leap to imagine that the captain
would want to vet his potential replacement.
Do you know much about her? I know she's
considered by many to be a rising star,
but as for the woman herself, I've not had the pleasure.
She came up with a few bad apples--
I'm supposed to find out if they rubbed off.
Mm.
That's it? What's it?
I tell you the captain might be leaving, and nothing?
Well, did you imagine he would remain a captain forever?
Do you think Marcus will always be a detective?
You and I exist
outside of the bureaucracy of the department,
and that is by design.
Our colleagues are as vulnerable to promotions
as they are to demotions,
and we can do little
but honor the former and mourn the latter.
And what if Captain Vescey doesn't think she needs
a couple of consultants hanging around?
Then she will reveal herself an idiot.
And you and I
shall find a new perch--
presumably with the help of a newly promoted friend.
Oh...
Looks like you opened up a satellite office
for the Department of Agriculture in here.
25,000 species of bee-- always much to learn.
Well, if you're planning on picking up where Keck left off,
it might be nice to solve his murder first.
at I believe I may have already done.
I was gone for two hours.
Our friends at AgriNext planned
to run a smear campaign against Everett Keck.
They claimed he had a drug problem,
and he'd been suspended from work.
Keck's tox screen confirmed
he was indeed a habitual marijuana user,
and that he died with Viagra in his system.
I enquired of the USDA as to his work troubles.
Everett Keck received a week's paid leave
whilst enquiries were made to accusations levied
by a Poughkeepsie beekeeper named Darryl Jarvis.
This guy thinks that Keck killed his bees.
By introducing deadly varroa mites into his hives.
During the course of the investigation,
it became clear, though,
that Darryl Jarvis was a paranoid schizophrenic.
Some speculated that his claims were just results of delusions.
So that probably made Jarvis even angrier.
That wasn't enough, have a look at Mr. Jarvis's address.
Everett Keck examined hives at an apiary
across the street the day before he died.
So Jarvis would have had ample opportunity
to tamper with the smoker.
Seems like a man worth talking to.
It's never wise to wait for rubbish collection, Mr. Jarvis.
It's always better to burn the evidence.
What do you mean?
The ground apple seeds you used in preparation of your cyanide,
the other half of the egg carton you soaked in it.
You stuffed the other half
in Keck's smoker yesterday
when he was working across the road.
I couldn't sleep.
That's why I answered the door so fast.
I was lying in bed,
thinking about turning myself in.
The minute I heard it worked, I wished I hadn't done it.
Even after what he did to my hives.
Even after no one believed me.
You think I'm crazy, too, don't you?
We're aware of your condition.
I'm a schizophrenic.
That means I'm in good shape for an insanity defense, right?
I haven't gone off my meds in years.
When I put that carton in Keck's smoker,
I was in my right mind,
just like I was
when I saw him put those mites in my hives.
Just like I am now.
Feel free to put all that in your report.
Why would he have done it?
Keck?
Why would he have wanted to harm your hives?
I don't have any idea.
I just know what I saw.
No, I'm a consultant with the NYPD.
But a warrant could be arranged pursuant to my request.
Or, if you prefer, a formal summons could be issued
in response to this needless obstruction.
No, don't me on hol...
Oh.
That didn't used to be here.
I'm on hold.
Oh, what's with the files?
We closed Keck last night.
I didn't dream that, did I?
I think Darryl Jarvis was right.
Everett Keck did kill his hives.
I thought the USDA investigated, and they didn't find anything.
They didn't, but they may have
if bee stings didn't bear some resemblance
to hypodermic marks.
What are you talking about?
I rendered the latter with a pin.
Can you tell the difference from the bee stings?
You're getting stung by bees on purpose?
Obviously.
I don't have enough caffeine in my system
to understand you right now.
The Department of Agriculture never officially closed
its investigation into Everett Keck.
It simply withered on the vine
when the supervisor in charge, Calvin Barnes,
suffered a heart attack,
and subsequent anoxic brain injury.
He took early retirement.
The matter was dropped.
Okay.
Calvin Barnes ran two marathons last year.
His cardiovascular health was excellent.
But it was reported, he sustained several bee stings
in the field on the day he collapsed.
Some people thought
that he suffered a delayed allergic reaction.
I, myself, do not.
I've been negotiating with the hospital
that treated Mr. Barnes to release his records.
When they do, I suspect his blood work
will show elevated levels of potassium and chlorine.
Hold on. You're saying that someone poisoned him?
To bring on the heart attack. Precisely.
But the injection mark was lost amongst the bee stings.
So you think that Keck tried to kill his boss
to cover up poisoning a few bee hives?
More than a few.
I've come to believe
that Everett Keck was not just studying
Colony Collapse Disorder.
Everett Keck was Colony Collapse Disorder incarnate.
You might recall my recent concern
over varroas in my own hives.
These fears were born out of rumblings on
BeeCircuit.com.
Most of the talk
on the spike of this season's colony death rate
centered around the spread of deadly mites.
Okay, but I thought Keck was gonna prove it was pesticides.
That's what his note suggested.
That's what he intended to report, but
but the data suggests that the parasites were appearing
in greater than expected numbers everywhere he went.
You did all this overnight?
You know I outsource arithmetic to Harlan.
Okay, so, that's Keck.
And there are three other ASI researchers.
He found more mites than the others.
Many more. According to Harlan,
the variance between Keck and his colleagues
cannot be explained away by known confounds.
The odds that Mr. Keck was not actively
spreading varroa mites everywhere he went
approaches one in 29,000.
So, there isn't a spike
in Colony Collapse Disorder after all.
Every dead hive is a tragedy.
But outside of one nefarious USDA field researcher,
no, the CCD baseline would not be inflated at all.
Why would he do something like this? I don't know.
I'm fairly certain, however, he had help.
The heart attack that almost killed Calvin Barnes
occurred whilst Mr. Keck was doing his rounds in Connecticut.
He had a partner.
We've solved one murder.
Now we just have the remaining 100 million.
I wish Cal was here to help explain this.
I-I mean, really here.
In short, Mrs. Barnes, we think that your husband
was on the verge of uncovering a plot
to kill off the Northeast's bee population.
Did he ever talk to you about someone
named Everett Keck?
Sure, he was looking into Everett
around the time of his heart attack.
We think that might have been more than just a coincidence.
I don't understand.
Are you saying that you think Everett did this to him?
Not Mr. Keck, a partner whom we have yet to identify.
Oh...
Well, that actually makes... sense.
When I found Cal,
that's-that's what I thought, too.
What do you mean?
Well, just the-the things that I saw...
This mirror was smashed.
It had to be replaced.
There was a bump on his head.
I thought they were signs of a struggle.
But the paramedics told me that sometimes this happens.
Someone will have a heart attack, fall down,
knock things over.
So where was he lying when you found him?
Right here, with his,
um, head towards the living room.
All right.
Here?
Was this door open?
No, it was closed.
Closed.
What about this gash in the molding here?
Is that new?
I think perhaps your husband fell against the door?
No, that shouldn't be there.
We had this place painted right before Christmas.
It was perfect.
Would you excuse me for a moment?
So, what do you think?
I think there was a struggle that started here by the closet.
And I'm now more certain than ever
that Mr. Keck's partner injected a potassium chloride solution
to stop Mr. Barnes's heart.
None of our unsolved cases interesting enough, huh?
Got me turning heart attacks into attempted homicides now?
Well, that's just one more case for the pile,
but we are gonna help you close it.
CSU isn't. They just got back from Calvin Barnes's place.
There's plenty of blonde hair and fingerprints,
but nothing you wouldn't expect inside the home
of two blonde people with a golden retriever.
The attack was four weeks ago.
That foyer has been cleaned by housekeepers,
- if not the assailant himself. - You any closer
to telling me why someone would want
to kill a bunch of bees up and down the Northeast?
Well, my most promising theory was that it was an attempt
to manipulate the commodities exchange.
New York is the second largest
grower of apples in the United States.
The business is reliant on pollination by bees,
so, it would most assuredly be impacted.
But, as it turns out, no one has been shorting the industry.
So you're back to square one.
Well, maybe one and a half.
I have another theory.
You know that apiary summit
you were talking about in Garrison?
Every researcher attending has motive.
How do you figure?
Colony collapse rates have improved since 2011.
Research funding has begun to dry up.
This new scare could be the work
of an academic rattling his tin cup.
It's worth a trip to New Jersey to find out, right?
You seriously think someone
from the USDA is behind these numbers?
Evidence is quite compelling, is it not?
No. No way. You can't just write off a global issue
because one guy went on a bee-killing spree.
I share your concerns
about Colony Collapse Disorder writ large, I do.
I have hives of my own.
But your degree is in entomology, and, uh,
the mathematicians have spoken.
Uh, Griff? Come here. You should hear this.
This is my husband, Griffin Parker.
He's a professor here, too.
They think some USDA guy...
Everett Keck. They think he was dropping mites
in hives all over New York and Connecticut the past few months.
The purpose of your summit is to study this year's spike
in Colony Collapse Disorder and find answers.
We submit you might be holding those answers in your hands.
So, this guy's, what, insane?
Or just a canny fund-raiser.
We think he has a partner who may have a way
to cash in on the higher CCD numbers.
Do you know if any of your attendees
are writing grant proposals to study the outbreak?
Offhand, no, but it's a safe bet someone is.
But the outcry for this summit
has come from all corners. I mean, everyone
is worried about what's happening here
in the tri-state area, where it goes next year.
Well, you're not wrong about the funds drying up.
We're the only entomology department in the radius
of the outbreak that had the cash to host this thing.
To our point-- many of your colleagues, less fortunate.
It would be a great help to us if you could give us
a list of your esteemed guests.
The people you're talking about... are scientists.
Not murderers.
The frequency of overlap between those two vocations
might surprise you.
Thank you.
His Highness Sheik Nasser Al-Fayed
is making an appearance?
Supposedly.
Nasser is an emir.
He's a member of the royal family of Al Qasr
in the United Arab Emirates.
He's a black sheep. He's not trusted
with state business, like his brothers.
He's also got the most expensive apiary on the planet.
State-of-the-art hives. He's a recluse.
Rumors on BeeCircuit.com are that he never leaves
his family's estate. Well, I wouldn't, either.
He has almost 1,000 species. Uh, we were surprised
he RSVP'd, but I guess he made the trip,
'cause he asked for a car service to pick him up
in the city tonight. Staying here in New York?
The Cardiff. Downtown.
You keep checking your watch.
Yeah. I forgot how long it takes to get over the river.
I managed to get a copy of
the five-one's property room log book.
I'm supposed to meet a handwriting expert in 30 minutes.
He's gonna tell me whether or not
Ann Vescey has forged any signatures in it.
You cohabitate with one of the foremost
forensic document examiners on the planet.
You might have saved yourself the expense.
You're not supposed to know any of this, remember?
Well, should you require a second opinion,
I'll be at the Cardiff.
Oh, so you're looking into that sheik, right?
He's loaded.
So if he wanted money for research,
why couldn't he just use his own?
You're right-- Nasser Al-Fayed
and his family are indeed loaded.
They stay that way thanks to their many business holdings.
For example, they own several agribusinesses in Turkey,
which would benefit greatly if New York's apple orchards
were to suffer from underpollination.
Hm.
I guess I could think of worse reason to kill 100 million bees.
Are you sure?
Look at the bold garlands. The-the-the short, nubby arcades
in the N's.
Same hand, no question.
Not what you wanted to hear, is it?
To be honest, I'm not really sure what I wanted to hear.
Excuse me.
Hey. Did you talk to the sheik?
I did not. No one's seen him in 24 hours.
Did he check out?
Not exactly.
Yesterday morning, guests on this floor
were questioned by panicked Arab men wearing suits.
Mr. Al-Fayed's bodyguards
were trying and failing to locate him.
This was troubling,
so I availed myself of a maid's key card
to have a look around his suite.
I'm now reasonably certain
the emir has been kidnapped.
I was told you needed my assistance
in contacting Sheik Nasser.
Now this gentleman says
that he has been kidnapped.
You'll have to excuse my colleague,
uh, Mr. Al Shamsi.
The NYPD isn't ready to go that far.
For now, we consider this a missing person's case.
We were hoping that you would be able put us in touch
with the sheik's security detail.
One of his guards, Rasheed Musharakh,
is of particular interest to us.
Why?
Because we feel he may be responsible.
Every guest on the sheik's floor
was questioned. A few remembered
a guard stationed
outside his door two nights ago-- Rasheed.
The next day, when all the other guards were rushing
around in a panic, Rasheed was nowhere to be seen.
And now he just cannot be found.
And this hearsay is the basis of your contention
that Mr. Musharakh absconded
with his charge? There was no blood at the scene,
no sign of a struggle.
But then, there wouldn't be if Rasheed
had just walked him out of a fire exit.
Well, nor would there be if he just checked out
and found alternate accommodations.
A possibility.
If he had not abandoned his epinephrine
with the rest of his toiletries.
It's prescribed for a deathly peanut allergy
and I doubt he would willfully travel without it.
Do you have numbers for either
of them-- something we could trace?
I'm afraid it would be impossible
to provide you with such information.
Why is that?
Well, as you said,
we can't say for certain a crime has been committed.
Our U.N. mission does not exist
to strong-arm our citizens
into American police stations.
A more likely explanation is that your government has already
commenced negotiations for the sheik's safe return.
On that point, among others, you are entirely mistaken.
What I wish to know is why
you sought an audience
with the sheik to begin with.
We have questions regarding a plan
to foment colony collapse disorder here in New York.
Are you actually suggesting that a member of our royal family
is involved in a plot to kill American...
bees?
And so this meeting has come to an ignoble end.
Please, Mr. Al Shamsi,
we are not accusing anyone.
We just want to talk to the sheik.
If you will excuse me.
I have a busy day at the mission.
I'll, uh... I'll walk you out.
Anyone ever tell you you're not much of a statesman?
Some statesmen have. What was that in there?
What makes you think that they're already negotiating
to get the sheik back?
He didn't bat an eyelid when I told him
a member of the royal family had been kidnapped.
I don't believe even the gifted diplomat
could maintain that kind of equanimity
unless his office
had already been contacted with demands.
Makes sense, right?
The kidnapper has already had the sheik for 24 hours.
If the plan was to ransom him, why wait?
What I'd like to know is what the hell any of this has to do
with Everett Keck killing a bunch of bees.
So you thought that the sheik was his partner, right?
It's a distinct possibility.
How his abduction relates to the colony collapse hoax--
whether it relates at all-- is, at the moment,
a Gordian knot of seemingly unrelated threads.
Well, let's put the bee thing aside for now
and find this Rashid guy.
If he's got the sheik,
chances are he's got some answers, too.
We'll see how the detective is coming along.
I need a minute.
Can you talk?
I take it you're done looking into Ann Vescey?
I am.
And as it turns out,
you couldn't ask for a better replacement.
Great boss, loved and respected by all of her people.
And as far as that property room scandal,
the only discrepancy in the log
that wasn't accounted for
was the work of a female undercover,
who has already taken forced retirement, so...
Congratulations, if you want to move on.
Uh... you'll be leaving the 11th in good hands.
Hmm.
Okay.
You're having second thoughts?
You know, I know a thing or two
about big career changes.
Maybe I can help.
I love what we do.
You, me, Marcus, Holmes,
everyone-- what we do
for the city, people that need our help.
It's not just some report that shows up on my desk.
I see it.
I'm a part of this.
Whatever decision you make,
I have no doubt it'll be the right one.
That's right. We've been calling currency exchanges
all over the city, looking for Mr. Musharakh.
Well, we don't know the guy he kidnapped
is traveling with UAE Dirhams, but he's a sheik.
"Stands to reason" is how one of my colleagues put it.
Yeah, okay. Thanks.
No luck on Staten Island?
Not a high destination for vacationing emirs, apparently.
Not on vacation.
Yeah, well, I'm starting to feel like a telemarketer here.
I may have something.
Atlas Exchange in Parkchester.
A clerk there saw a man
matching Rashid's description
come in with $20,000 Dirhams last night.
Well, the detective and I will investigate posthaste.
Why do you get to go?
Because I stood up first.
And as tiresome as calling these establishments may be,
one of us has to finish the list.
We can't put all our eggs in one basket, can we?
I've interviewed blind men who were better witnesses than that.
Three of them. No, four.
Can't fault the owner for having a broken surveillance system.
Of course I could.
If it had been broken.
Footage was black.
That man's fleecing his customers.
He wiped the tape himself when he heard we were en route.
Didn't want to hand us a record of his crimes.
Holmes.
Indulge me a moment, would you?
Yeah, that, uh...
that might have been the guy who was in here.
Really? Yeah.
Because the watch in this photograph,
the same one that you have
on display here,
could lift 100
of Nasser Al-Fayed's countrymen out of poverty,
and he's probably got a drawer full of them,
so I doubt that he pawned this one here in the Bronx.
You sure you didn't buy it off this guy?
He was selling off the sheik's assets
up and down this block last night.
- I can't be sure. Uh... - Look, man,
we don't care if you didn't ask for proof of ownership.
Yeah, this was the guy, right here.
Yeah, he brought in the watch.
How much he take for it? Six.
And a laptop in trade.
Now, I hope you're not gonna tell us
your surveillance system's broken.
No. What, are you kidding? I've been robbed
ten times in the last couple years.
These cameras stop working, so do I.
You mind getting the tape from last night for us?
I think we can do better than a tape.
There's anti-theft tracking software
on all the electronic goods here.
Well, like I said, we've had robberies.
Do you deactivate the software once a sale is made?
...and Chamberlain will send it forward,
down the right side.
Alvarez there to collect.
But no, Muncie powers him off it,
and there's no foul; Alvarez--
Hands up! Get on the ground, now!
Give me your hands!
Clear!
There wasn't any sign of the sheik?
Nope.
Still no answer at the UAE's mission.
Nobody knows anything,
and Rashid's got a bridge he wants to sell us.
What do you mean?
Rashid...
tell these people what you told me.
What? That's I'm innocent?
I told this man
I did not take the sheik.
I don't know anything.
Well, we might as well get a full account of what you don't know,
so let's start at the beginning, shall we?
Are you aware of a plot to spread
colony collapse disorder in New York?
Colony what?
Do the names Everett Keck
and Calvin Barnes mean anything to you?
No.
All I know is simple:
Two nights ago, I was assigned to the emir's door.
He was inside, with a...
a prostitute.
His taste.
Blonde. Tall.
A beauty mark above the lip.
I never left my post,
but in the morning, they were both gone.
Vanished into thin air.
I only ran because I know it makes no sense.
The sheik was my responsibility.
If you turn me over,
I'll be lucky to be buried with my head.
We can't promise you anything.
But the NYPD can petition the DA for lenience
and refugee status for helpful witnesses.
Hold up. You're buying this?
I said earlier this case was a Gordian knot.
This man has just given us a sword
with which to cut it.
When he says the sheik and his courtesan vanished
into thin air, I believe him.
I also think I know where they materialized.
This is from BeeCircuit.com.
It's a thread about the evolution of leafcutter bees.
Why are you showing this to me?
Page four,
post 103.
You'll see the moment that you decided to lure
Sheik Nasser Al-Fayed to the United States.
You proposed a meeting in person.
This? This was just me being nice.
So nice he invited you to tour his hives in Al Qasr.
"I'll fly you in. Ticket for one.
You can't bring your husband."
I turned him down in the next post.
Probably because you knew it would be easier
to abduct and ransom him here, away from his family compound.
What?
Three nights ago, he disappeared,
shortly after his guards let a prostitute,
matching your description, into his hotel suite.
Please tell me you didn't ask me to come here
just because I got some unwanted attention on a message board.
You gave as good as you got. Privately, of course.
I'm friendly with the moderator of BeeCircuit.com.
You deleted your private messages,
but he was able to dredge these
off the server.
There are hundreds of messages.
A dozen invitations to New York.
You even dyed your hair blonde
after you found out that's what he likes.
You were quite eager to show off your new look.
No.
I, uh...
actually hadn't seen these.
But I was aware of them.
Tara told me about the... flirtation.
But that's-that's all in the past now.
Our relationship is great.
Really?
Yeah. We just booked
a second honeymoon in Vietnam.
A non-extradition country. How heartwarming.
And all it took to bring you closer together
was a kidnapping and an attempted murder.
So Griffin is in on it with me?
Someone had to work the winch. What winch?
The one that was attached to the balcony railing
above the sheik's room.
Someone had to work it to haul you both up,
away from Nasser's guards.
It wasn't the third member
of your cabal, Everett Keck.
He'd been murdered the day before.
The guy who killed all those bees?
Oh, so we're part of that thing now, too?
Your online seduction was not sufficient.
The sheik was unwilling to leave his kingdom.
So, knowing that his first passion was bees,
you set in motion an apiary apocalypse.
Everett Keck caused a spike in CCD so drastic
that the sheik had no choice but to come to your summit.
Killing bees to lure an oddball sheik.
Really?
I admit, it's a plan almost too deranged
to describe out loud, and yet...
it worked.
Eventually.
Only real speed bump was Calvin Barnes.
He was catching on to Keck,
so while Keck alibied himself in Connecticut,
you ambushed Barnes in his home,
and shot him up with potassium chloride
to give him a heart attack.
I've never seen that man before.
And I didn't do any of the things you say I did.
You should know we've got you and your husband on video,
checking into the sheik's hotel the night he disappeared.
We know you were in the room right above him.
And we found damage to the railing
where the winch was attached.
You've gone back
to your natural color.
Did you do that after the kidnapping
to avoid being identified?
Has anyone tried calling him?
Has anyone tried calling who?
The sheik.
I mean, sure,
Griffin and I were at the same hotel.
That's not a crime.
You've obviously done a lot of work here.
But has anyone actually talked to Nasser?
Kidnapped men are difficult to get hold of.
Well, I think you should keep trying.
In fact, I think you should try right now.
Maybe you could spare yourself any more embarrassment.
The United Arab Emirates
and their spokesman, Mr. Al Shamsi,
would like us to know that Sheik Nasser is resting
on his plane home and is unavailable for questioning.
They paid the ransom.
But they're claiming he was never taken.
Why? Because if word gets out
they negotiate with kidnappers,
it'll be open season on their people.
Cheaper in the long run
to pretend none of this ever happened. Not to mention
less embarrassing. They also said
this was the last time they'd take any of my calls.
Perhaps it's time
to involve DHS.
See if we can get a warrant to seek out any large transfers
emanating from Al Qasr.
We may be able to tell whether the Parkers secured their bounty
in Switzerland or the Cayman Islands. Why?
Justice? I'm familiar with the concept,
but it's gonna be difficult to prosecute a crime
where the victim is gonna swear it didn't take place.
They didn't just kidnap the sheik.
There's Calvin Barnes, the bees...
Then get me some proof of any of it.
'Cause as it stands now, I got to cut the Parkers loose.
If you do, they'll be on the next flight to Haiphong.
Then you better hurry.
'Cause I got no choice.
Okay, those are not evidence.
Aren't they?
Of low self-esteem? Definitely. Of a crime...?
What did the lab have to say about the stray hairs found
at Calvin Barnes's home?
Most of them belonged to his wife, a few to the dog,
and there was one that was not a match for anyone.
It was dyed blonde. Just like Tara Parker's hair.
She was there the night he was attacked.
I would say we should get a DNA sample to confirm,
but what would be the point?
When there's no proof that a crime was committed,
and as far as the world is concerned,
Calvin Barnes just had a heart attack.
And as far as Sheik Nasser is concerned, he was never kidnapped.
The Parkers have a knack for committing crimes
that cannot be identified as such.
Probably why they're gonna spend the rest of their days
sipping drinks on a Vietnamese beach.
They're not good-- they're lucky. I don't disagree.
Otherwise Everett Keck would still be alive,
and they'd have to split their money three ways.
As it is, they get to keep the whole pot.
You're not seriously gonna leave those up all night.
Everett Keck.
The day he died, he was wearing a T-shirt that said,
"Buddhists do it to attain Inner Peace."
So? His autopsy report
also revealed he'd taken Viagra the night before.
Okay, I'll bite.
What does Buddhism have to do with erectile dysfunction?
If I'm right, Watson, everything we want it to.
Mrs. Parker, do you understand your rights
as they've been read to you?
Yes.
What I understand is that you're desperate.
Griff and I leave for our trip tonight.
You want to try to delay us.
It's funny you should mention Griff.
He's the reason we're here.
He gave you up this morning.
Sure, he did.
You don't believe us?
I know how this works.
Right now, some other cop is arresting him,
saying I gave him up.
You want us to turn against each other, but we won't.
We didn't do anything.
But you did, as a matter of fact.
You both got master's degrees.
What are you talking about?
Well, you both have your degrees in agriculture.
But this scarlet academic hood that you're wearing
denotes a degree in theology.
It belongs to your lover, Everett Keck.
Like many a theology major,
Keck ultimately had to find work in another field.
So he put his minor in entomology to good use,
joining the USDA.
Your husband knew you were sending
racy pictures to Sheik Nasser.
He was okay with that.
What he wasn't okay with
was you taking this one at Keck's house,
wearing Keck's robe.
Until this morning, he'd never taken a good look at this.
But when we were able to procure this very robe
from Keck's residence, along with dyed blonde hairs
from his shower and bed,
Griff became quite talkative.
You got away with kidnapping the sheik.
You won't get away with what you did to Calvin Barnes.
Or millions of bees.
I don't understand.
You're giving this back?
I can't take the promotion, Pat.
I'm grateful-- to you,
to the commissioner-- it's just not rig for me.
Not right now.
Tommy, offers
like this don't come around every day.
I get that. And I get
that one may not come my way again.
But the truth is,
the 11th is where I want to be.
Youngest detective in the history of the 14th Squad.
Head of Major Case at 40.
Lacks ambition?
Am I missing something?
My ambition's being met.
Right here.
I guess you're right.
I should take this back.
Moves like this, Tommy-- people coming, people going--
they get made two ways:
Sometimes it's the carrot, sometimes it's the stick.
What the hell is that supposed to mean?
It means I've been around a long time.
I think I know a lifeboat when I see one.
Are you saying somebody wants me off this desk?
I just know that this came from on high.
It was something that was supposed to happen.
Why?
Maybe there are problems in the 11th you don't know about.
Maybe Ann Vescey has more friends than you do.
Or maybe I'm just wrong.
It has been known to happen.
Be happy here, Tommy.
Just... don't be comfortable.
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