Elementary

For the last time,

give me your leg.

No.

What is this?

This is a court order, Mr. Riley.

It means we get to take a look at your leg.

Now.

I don't understand what any of this is.

Sure you do.

During the 16 months you worked

as a guard at the Aster museum,

you've stolen

a Fabergé egg,

a Cape of Good Hope stamp,

and a scrap of Ancient Egyptian papyrus.

That's ridiculous.

We became quite certain that a woman

named Adrien Harper was selling the pilfered items

on the Japanese black market.

But the mystery remained.

Who was her inside man?

We were at the opening of the new Tiffany exhibit tonight.

We saw her signal you.

Mr. Riley...

your prosthesis.

Miss Harper was actually quite discreet

when signaling which item

she expected you to smuggle.

It was only

your clumsy nods which gave you away.

Adrien Harper is currently shackled

to a table in an interview room down the hall.

Her testimony will be more than enough to convict you.

So this is all rather superfluous.

But I suppose we are all dressed up

with nowhere to go, aren't we?

Most prosthesis

don't have a hidden compartment.

Do they, Mr. Riley?

Okay, you made your point.

Time to give me a minute alone with our friend.

I beg your pardon, Detective.

This is our case. We only included you--

Let's not fight in front of the perp, okay?

I said I can take it from here.

Come on.

Hey, I need that!

We've been going in circles for two weeks

because Nash missed the guy's priors,

and now it's "I'll take it from here."

The man is an ingrate and a clod.

We'll be lucky if he checks

that Riley signs his own confession.

Looks like you two had an interesting night.

The museum business is settled.

No thanks to Detective Nash.

Oh? Is there a problem?

Too many to enumerate.

This chair would be a more suitable collaborator.

He's not wrong.

I don't know what to tell you guys.

But if you want to be consulting detectives,

you got to consult with someone.

You've burned through half the squad

since Bell transferred to Demographics.

Well aware, but I believe I have a solution.

You.

You could take on more casework yourself.

I understand the rote administrative elements

of your position demand much of your time,

but you could rely on us to carry

the bulk of your investigative load.

I'm sorry, I've got

some rote administrative work to do.

Why don't you take him for a walk?

Crash a prom or something.

Hashemi and Mukerji,

I want you listening to the chatter

coming out of Bensonhurst.

Sengupta and Theil,

you're gonna vet this Moti Bagul fella.

And last but not least-- Bell.

To the young man who picked against the Knicks

in the pool yesterday, a special prize.

You and, uh, Wozniak, you get to visit

Nemetz Oil Recycling.

A man of advanced years called the tip line 'cause he thought

he saw a man with dark features up to no good there.

You have fun.

I hear Port Morris

is really beautiful this time of year. (chuckles)

Okay, that's it.

Do some good out there.

What did you do?

Research and analysis.

Thought that was the job.

Yeah, not when you're picking NBA games with the boss.

That's when blind loyalty is expected.

Mm-hmm.

Well, what is this?

Guy was seen wheeling a barrel onto the premises

of an oil recycling center after hours.

You make a bomb, got some toxic chemicals left over,

that's a good way to make sure they never turn up.

More like someone didn't want to pay the drop-off fee.

Hey, it's field work.

It's the first I've seen in a while.

Well, as long as I'm the only one

carrying a gun in this relationship,

I go where you go.

So don't sign us up for any more field work

until the spring, okay?

I was on duty the night you're talking about

and I didn't see a thing.

If I had to guess,

this guy who called you

probably just saw Rajiv or Amit working.

Got a few Indian employees here.

One of them was probably just

shuffling some inventory toward the loading dock.

What's up with these green ones?

Uh, semi-toxic stuff.

Comes to us from mechanics, service stations.

They give us their used oil,

we got to take their transmission fluid

and Freon in the bargain.

Those get dumped in a landfill up near Saratoga.

That's why we came. I'm gonna have a look.

I'm gonna check the security tapes.

Where it's not nine degrees.

BELL (muffled): Careful.

MAN (muffled): I got it.

Ugh!

I think I'm gonna be sick.

This is Bronx Intel to Central K.

Please advise Captain Gregson we need detectives

and additional units at Nemetz Oil Recycling in Port Morris.

We got a homicide here.

You never call, you never write.

Yet when somebody jams a body in a barrel...

Yeah, I wish it was a happier occasion.

Now, we got a call.

Tipster thought they saw a guy wheeling a drum

onto the premises last Friday.

I found the lucky winner.

How?

With my eyes.

UPC tag was low,

but the barrel had a fresh coat of paint.

It was older and dented.

Did they get the guy on tape?

System must have been set up by chimps.

There's blind spots all over.

So, nothing in the other barrels?

Well, whoever took this guy's head and hands

knew better than to dump them in the same spot as the body,

and he's got no clothes, no I.D.--

this thing is ice cold.

How's the new gig?

It's nice people. Big job.

But the threat briefings we get...

I used to sleep better.

I've read about your detail.

A municipality-- even as one as large as New York--

launching its own counter-terrorism unit--

fascinating experiment.

Well, we should get to this.

Um, it was good to see you, Marcus. You too.

Hey. Mm-hmm?

You know Bell's not gonna hold onto that anger forever.

Time heals all wounds,

sometimes it just takes a larger dose.

Well, if that were true,

it would be a tremendous comfort to this gentleman.

Without a face, dental records,

or hands... even the chance of getting some sediment

from underneath his fingernails...

identification may prove beyond our grasp.

Well, we could get lucky.

DNA might match somebody

in the NYPD CODIS system.

Well, that is a job for a computer. Ours...

is to inspect this man's rusty tomb.

Now...

Well, it's the same cast as the others, but it's older.

Brought in from elsewhere,

and recently painted to match the Nemetz inventory.

Barrel was previously sky blue, which could limit

our scope of inquiry to

Navy shipyards...

and, uh... Handsome Bobby.

Beg your pardon?

I think I might know who this is.

That's him. That's Handsome Bobby Pardillo.

I take it "Tiny Bobby Pardillo" was already taken.

This was the last time he was seen-- 21 years ago,

walking out of court, after his father

was acquitted of racketeering.

The body that Detective Bell found was fresh.

It was less than 72 hours old.