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♪ Don't hurry ♪

♪ It's all right ♪

♪ Don't hurry ♪

Morning, Mac.

Victim's name's Stacie Avida.

She live here?

No, she worked here.

She was the doorman... woman.

The, uh, super said

everybody seemed to like her.

Him more than most.

They dated
for about a year and a half.

We don't have water towers

in Montana.

The water pressure in the city's

a little dismal, so every
building over 16 floors has one.

Every tenant have
access to the roof?
Yeah.

It's like a, uh, extra rec room.

Do you know there have been

six suspicious deaths
in this building

in the past ten years?

People say it's cursed.

I took the graveline tour.

You visit places

where unexplained deaths
have occurred,

or famous people have died.

This was stop number eight.

Now it's death number seven.

♪ Out here in the fields ♪

♪ I fight for my meals ♪

♪ I get my back into my living ♪

♪ I don't need to fight ♪

♪ To prove I'm right ♪

♪ I don't need to be forgiven,
yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah ♪

♪ Yeah. ♪

Despite the amount of blood

you found at the scene,
C.O.D. wasn't exsanguination.

I found a significant amount

of water in her lungs.

She drowned.

Which means she was alive

when she went inside the tower?

Mm-hmm.

Difficult to take a live woman

up the side of a water tank,
unless she's unconscious.

My thought exactly.

An injection mark.

There's an endless number
of substances

that could
just knock her right out.

I sent blood to Tox.

Also found evidence
of sexual activity.

The semen sample was diluted

from the water, but still
a chance you can pull something.

"Here's the smell
of the blood still.

"All the perfumes of Arabia

will not sweeten
this little hand."

Macbeth.

Mm-hmm.

Radial and ulnar arteries

were both severed.

Superficial wounds
to her knuckles

and the tops of her hands.

I pulled more glass fragments

from her wounds.

Directionality of the incisions

suggests movement

in both distal and
proximal directions...

A sawing motion.

Significant arterial spray
with this type of wound.

Crime scene
must have been a mess.

No.

There was nothing to suggest

her wrist was sliced
inside the tank.

No blood trail outside of it.

Not a drop.

How is that possible?

I'd say a quick jab,

followed by a left hook
and a straight right.

Never knew you were
a boxing fan.

I'm a fan of all sciences,
especially the sweet one.

Used to watch with my dad.

Lividity's not fixed.

He's been here
less than six hours.

Killer used tremendous force.

Probably collapsed
the cricoid cartilage.

I'd say C.O.D. is strangulation.

Hey.

Wallet and phone are still here.

Let's find out

who this guy is.

Ben Hatfield.

23 years old.

Got a business card.

Works for NHT Media

as a field consultant.

Must have been
casual dress Wednesday.

What's he doing
in Washington Heights?

Any witnesses?

No.

They're all suffering

from the same thing...

Temporary blindness.

Well, let's see what we can see.

All right.

Fake tooth

knocked out.

Sand in the eyes.

I'd say this started out

as a good old-fashioned
playground fight.

I've got blood.

They were fighting over here.

He was strangled
no more than six hours ago,

but the color of the bruises
on his face and hands...

are eight to 12 hours old.

This blood's still wet.

Means our vic
wasn't in one fight.

He was in two.

That's not a handprint.
That's a glove print.

Hawkes says I missed some fun
at the playground.

No worries.

We brought some
back just for you.

These photos were taken

from our vic's camera phone.

He was quite the photographer.

I like the subject matter.

These girls are fine.

Girl, not girls.

Look at the eyes
in all the photos.

Right, right, I see.

These are all the same girl.

Different hairstyles,
different clothes...

She's quite the chameleon.

These all look like
candid shots to me.

She didn't even know she
was being photographed.

Yeah, well, maybe our vic,

Ben Hatfield, was a stalker.

Yeah.

And if this guy here
was her boyfriend,

maybe he wasn't too
happy about that.

It looks like all these shots
are taken on the same street.

Let me see.

Let me get that bus
stop sign back there.

George Washington Bridge.

Washington Heights.

Good job.

What are these?

I was hoping you could tell me.

They're all of you.

Okay, somebody's following me?

Well, not anymore.

The person who took
these pictures is dead.

His name is Ben Hatfield.

You know him?
No.

And I don't like people I don't
know taking pictures of me.

My guess is your boyfriend
here doesn't, either.

What's his name?
I don't know.

Just some guy who wanted
to buy me a cup of coffee.

No need for names?

It was just coffee.

See, this guy here,

he could be a murderer,

so next time you see him,
get a name

and then give me a call.

Hey.
Hi.

Epithelial DNA from
the swing's chain

came back as...
everybody's in the world.

The blood came
back as our vic's.

Imprint on the vic's
shirt was left by tar

and New York City dirt.

And whoever grabbed the shirt

was wearing gloves at the time.

What about the blood
we found in the sandbox?

Belongs to an unknown male.

I'm still waiting
on news from Autopsy.

How'd you do?

Oh, I've got nothing

but what I think are lies

from our vic's object
of affection,

but I did find
the next hot thing.

Hmm?

Remember NHT Media?

It was on Ben Hatfield's
business card.

Next Hot Thing.

He was a trend forecaster
for Madison Avenue.

He wasn't stalking
Jennifer Rodriguez.

He was working.

They call it "cool hunting."

I've read about that.

What's hot on the playground

is worth millions
on Madison Avenue.

That must be why he
had all those pictures.

And why he was
in Washington Heights.

But why is he dead?

Mac, this case is getting
creepier by the minute.

All of the previous deaths
in that building

had "mysterious circumstances"?

Sounds to me
like you're starting

to believe in that curse?

Mac, I believe in the science.

Me, too.

What do you have?

This is what I found
in Stacie Avida's apartment.

Blood on the door frame.

Flowers from the roof
and a used condom.

The semen from the condom
was a match

to what we found in the vic.

What about the blood
on the frame of the door?

A male donor, but it's not
a match to the semen.

But I found a substance
on the flower

consistent with mucus.

That is a match to the blood.

But not a match to the semen.

There were two male donors

in their apartment.

Her boyfriend, the super,

didn't have a cold.

He's allergic to flowers.

Murder and romance... it's
always about the little things.

We'd talked
about getting married

or at least living together.

We were doing great.

Evidence from her
apartment suggests

you weren't the only
man in her life.

That doesn't sound so great.

I don't know
what you're talking about.

I'm talking about you going
to Stacie's

with flowers
from the roof garden.

A romantic gesture.

What's not so romantic

is what you found in her trash.

This is a surprise.

You should've called first, Joe.

You seein' someone else, Stacie?

You got to go, Joe...

Is he here?!
No!

Stacie... Ah!

I'll put up with a lot,
but not that.

Was Stacie's daughter there
at the time?

She doesn't have kids.
That's not what

the evidence is telling us.

You didn't know
Stacie was cheating on you.

You didn't know
she had a daughter.

Sounds like there's a lot
you don't know.

Yeah, okay, I was played.

Big deal.

It is a big deal.

Betrayal's the oldest motive
for murder in the book.

All right, boy meets girl.

Boy impresses girl

with his pimped-out ride...

Right.

All right, we've talked to girl.

Where's boy?

I may be able to find him.

See the reflection
in the window?

Can you clear it up, Danny?

Give me a sec.

Let me enhance the resolution.

Look at you.

"ABO-429."

Boom.

Nice, Messer.

Let's see where
that car takes us.

Tox came back.

Stacie Avida was injected

with ten times the
therapeutic dose

of prescription-grade morphine.

I'm looking
at the shards of glass...

Cathedral Water
Glass, to be exact.

85% of it is found in
stained glass windows.

And when we canvassed
the building for witnesses,

there was stained glass
on every floor.

♪ ♪

Look at this.

Panel's darker.

That's the only color

consistent with the glass

we found on the vic.

Looks like these windows
are double-paned.

This one's patched
on the inside.

Whose place is this?

"Craig Zimmer, MD."

He would definitely
have access to morphine.

Escalade's my company car.

Who drives it?

Elliott Stanton.
Works for me.

My best employee.

Trend spotting?

Yeah, so, uh, what's this
all about, detectives?

It's about your competition...
The Next Hot Thing.

One of their employees
was murdered

and found in Washington Heights.

What does this have
to do with my company?

I mean, Next Hot Thing
is no threat to me.

I mean, I know what's hot
long before they do.

I don't have to kill
the competition.

I'm already doing it.

Would this be
the next hot thing?

Guaranteed.

What makes you such an expert?

I'm just a poor Dominican boy
made good.

I grew up five blocks from here.

You know, when people see
Washington Heights,

they think urban decay.

See, I see the future.

And now all the
big companies
are coming to me.

Madison Avenue loves

that I still have one foot
in the neighborhood.

They know that I'm connected

and that I operate
at a street level.

What does Jenny Rodriguez
get for all this?

The girl in your pictures.

I guess you just steal
her fashion design...

You don't need to know her name.

See, my clients pay me
for information.

And before you know it,

everybody walking down
Times Square looks up

to see what I discovered.

The rest of America
jumps on board.

I run a multimillion-dollar
corporation.

I'm not in public relations.

I suppose
if the competition, say,

The Next Hot Thing...
Took a few photos of Jenny,

things would get
complicated, huh?

I don't like
what you're implying.

Now... I'm a very busy man,
detectives.

You know the way out.

I have one more question.

Where's Elliott Stanton?

Man, for half the kids in
this neighborhood, this is it.

They never leave,
never go anywhere else...

not even Jersey.

This is their whole world.

Well, they may never leave...

but their culture and
styles travel everywhere.

What do you know?

Elliott Stanton's
on Rico's payroll

and he gets to drive
the company car.

You know this guy, Elliot?

Nope.

Imagine him alive.

Never seen him.
Looks like you were

at the wrong end
of a couple punches.

You landed a few, though, right?

Looks like that hurts.

You two paramedics?

All right, look,
we get it, Elliott.

Your boss told you
we'd be swinging by,

so stop playing the coy boy,

do this the easy way
and answer our questions.

Okay. I fell off my bike.

Before or after
you slammed your fist

into Ben Hatfield's face?

Ben who?

Ben "Hanging from a Swing

in the Park" Hatfield.

Yo, yo, what are you doing?

What do you think...
Next new fad:

ligature marks
instead of tattoos?

Hear you're really good
at your job.

We're even better at ours.

You think about that.

You get it?
I got it.

Good.

Probably my kids...

They're always breaking things.

My wife runs the apartment.
I just pay for it.

And where's your wife?

They're in the Hamptons.

Mm-hmm.

Look, now is not
a good time for me.

I've been in surgery
for 11 hours,

been on my feet for 36.

Doctor, if you
keep impeding
my investigation,

I'd be more than happy
to take you someplace

where you can put your
feet up for quite awhile.

♪ ♪

Well... looks like our doctor
has a taste for painkillers.

Soil's consistent with
what's on the roof.

I found blood on the glass
from the window.

Drugs, glass, shoes...
Looks like it's all adding up.

Except why he would kill a woman

who did nothing but
open the door for him.

Right there's the vic's tooth.

He must've swallowed it
in the fight.

Second fight, to be exact.

It's still in his stomach
rather than his intestines.

I collected trace
from the implant post

that remained in his mouth.

And?

And as soon as you analyze it,

it could lead you somewhere.

Hey, I was elbow-deep

in his stomach, and
I walked it up here.

Mm-hmm.
Can't do everything.

Thanks, Sid.
Mm-hmm.

♪ Fashion, fashion, fashion ♪

♪ Fashion kills ♪

♪ Fashion kills ♪

♪ Fashion, fashion, fashion ♪

♪ Fashion kills... ♪

Reptile skin.

Elliott Stanton is
our prime suspect,

and we don't have
enough evidence

to hold up in court.

Hold up... don't throw in
the towel just yet.

Exhibit A:

Elliott with his arm
around Jenny, gloved.

Exhibit B: Our vic's shirt
with grab marks...

A pattern left by gloved hands.

We don't know
that it was Elliott's gloves

that made the impressions
on the shirt.

Bruising and cuts
from this picture I took

of Elliott's hands

are consistent with the wounds
we found on our vic.

Well, that just proves that
Ben Hatfield and Elliott Stanton

got in a fight,
not necessarily with each other.

I mean, you don't need
to be a pathologist

to see that Elliott's hand's
infected.

Knocked out Ben's tooth;
that's what opened the flesh.

What we see and what we can
prove are two different things.

We need to connect
Elliott Stanton with our victim,

prove that it was his gloves

that made the pattern
on the shirt

and his fist

that knocked
our victim's tooth out.

And, ultimately, that it was
Elliot Stanton's blood

we found in the sandbox.

Safe to say
we're skipping lunch.

Yeah.

Got next.

Yo,

hey, why don't you
and your little
Blue Man Group here

go find a playground
on the Upper East Side, okay?

Nah, we're good here.

In fact, we're gonna stay here
for a while.

This is a murder scene.

A kid was killed here
just this morning.

You know,
funny how nobody saw anything.

So these guys are going
to stick around, all right?

We'll see what we can see.

As long as it takes.

Unless you know something.

Can I get my ball back, man?

I'll tell you what.
Why don't you play me?

You beat me,
I'll get out of here,

I'll take these guys with me,

not to mention
you get to tell everybody

you beat a cop.

And if you win?

You give me
a little information.

You serve.

Yo, check it out.

Whoo!

Whoo! Whoo!

Is there anything
we can get you, Doc?

I'm sick.

Oh, yeah, I can see that.

For a guy who works
in the medical field,

you don't take
very good care of yourself.

You recognize the symptoms,
Detective Monroe,

in the junkies we get
through here every day.

That building you live in

has quite a reputation.

Superstition. It's stupid.

Six deaths
in the past ten years...

and, uh, your name is mentioned
in three of the cases.

One of the murdered
women was your nanny,

who you were having
an affair with.

Stupid superstition
starts looking

a lot like pattern, doesn't it?

I came down here
voluntarily to, uh,

answer a few questions.

I'm wondering
what they might be.

She was a doorwoman
in your building.

Okay, and...?

And your phone records

say that you called
her regularly

for the past three months.

No, no, I never spoke

to this woman in my life.

Semen found inside her body

matches the DNA
from your reference sample.

That's impossible.

I certainly wouldn't sleep
with her.

I didn't.
The smashed
stain glass

from the window
in your apartment

is an identical match

to the glass
we found embedded in her arms.

Phone call, the semen,
stained glass.

The way I'm seeing this,

you did have
a relationship
with this woman.

She asked you

to leave your wife.

You said no.

There was a fight.

You pumped her
full of the morphine

you happened to have
lying around the apartment,

then dumped her
in the water tank.

That's not true.

I do not know her. I don't.

I've been at the hospital

for a day and a half...
I got 50, 100 people

can back me up.

We'll look into that.

You all right to hang tight
for a bit?

Need anything?

A little chicken soup, maybe?

I wouldn't want to be
in Dr. Zimmer's shoes.

Something's off, Mac.

Zimmer's involved in this

up to his neck, but his behavior

doesn't make any sense.

Why didn't he toss the shoes?

And when Flack leaned on him,

he didn't call a lawyer?

Sophia Reza died
in that building

three years ago, raped.

No semen found.

They never caught
the guy who did it.

What does that have to do
with this case?

She was Zimmer's nanny,

and they were having an affair.

And look at this.

Four years ago,

choking victim on the roof.

Zimmer's there,

tries to save her, but can't.

Meaning?
Meaning he's
everywhere

something bad happens.

Maybe he's cursed,
not the building.

Lindsay, we can only deal
with the science in front of us.

Forget everything else.

But I was taught

that instincts point
you in a direction.

Science confirms a theory.

Taylor.

Okay.

We'll see what we can do.

We need some science
that puts Zimmer on the roof.

Otherwise, he's free to go.

The substance pulled
from Ben Hatfield's mouth

was reptile skin.

Reptile skin?
Yeah.

Treated like leather.

Means it came off
a bag, boot, belt

or anything else
reptile skin may be used for.

What about you?

I got a match.

It was this type of glove,

identical to the gloves

Elliot Stanton was
wearing in the photo

that made the
imprint on his shirt.

And the tar and
dirt of the pattern

are a match to the
handball court.

Okay.

But anybody who was playing
handball in that court

and wearing that type of glove
could have pushed Ben.

It doesn't necessarily
single out Elliot, right?

No, but my three victories
at handball gives us

something
that does.
How so?

An eyewitness who
saw Elliot Stanton

going at it with Ben Hatfield.

Sounds like we got
enough for a warrant.

You should have seen me
whipping these kids' asses.

The material on the bottom
of Dr. Zimmer's shoes

is identical to the earth
from the roof garden.

But it could have
gotten there any time.

We need something we know

connects him to Stacie Avida.

The hair on the picture frame
in Zimmer's apartment

is consistent with hers.

Do you have the lift
of this print?

Over time, the
amount of squalene,

one of the oils found
in fingerprints,

deteriorates at a steady rate.

So we measure
what's remaining...

Find out when
Zimmer last handled
this frame.

Print on the picture
frame's over 28 days old.

It wasn't used in
Stacie's murder.

So how did her hair
get on the frame?

Who else has access
to the doctor's apartment?

Joe Green.

He's the super.
He'd have a master key.

Maybe he's trying
to frame Zimmer

for the murder.

I need you in Dr. Zimmer's shoes

because the plaster casts

I got from the
suspect's footprints

are about a half an
inch deeper in the heel

than they were in the toe,

which is odd.

I weigh about the
same as the victim.

You weigh about the
same as Dr. Zimmer.

Thanks. Extra weight
makes it exact.

Look, you promised me
drinks for this,

but I think I'm gonna need
some dinner, too.

I'm not going to
give you anything

if you don't get going.

Make tracks, cowboy.

What do you have?

The initial tracks from the roof

are an inch shallower

than the ones Danny
and I just made.

The curve of the track
is lighter in the toe

and heavier in the heel.

I know, but what does that mean?

You said earlier

that you wouldn't want to be
in Craig Zimmer's shoes.

He wasn't.

There's no question
that these shoes made

the tracks on the roof.

Worn by who?

The victim was wearing
aqua-colored socks

when we found her.

Why would Stacie
Avida be wearing

Craig Zimmer's shoes?

Eikenella corrodens.

It's also called "fight bite"
because it proves

that the cut on your hand
came from someone's mouth.

Someone's mouth...

as in one person
in a city of eight million.

Your gloves also match

the pattern we found
on Ben's shirt.

Come on. Lots of gloves
in this city

like that one, Detective.

You're right, Counselor.

I wasn't clear.

They microscopically match.

You hit him, didn't you?

I didn't kill him.
Don't say anything,

Elliott, please.

That's all right.

I can tell you what happened.

See, Ben was honing in
on your turf...

On Jenny, the newest "it" girl...

And you decided
to do something about it.

Detective, my client agreed
to come down here

and answer some questions.

Ask them, or we're done.

Ben was a little tougher
than you thought, huh, Elliott?

After he beat you
the first time,

you went back there,
only this time,

you didn't play fair,

strangling him
with a swing chain.

He was alive when I left him.

Enough, from both of you.

Come on, let's go.

Mr. Garlobo,
I'm curious.

Why won't you let
your client talk?

I mean, it's obvious
he has something to say.

Mr. Cerda retained me
to protect his employee,

and I intend on doing that.

Elliott does not know
what's best for him.

That right, Elliott?

Let me give you a little hint.

The truth is always best.

Come on.

The answer is in here somewhere.

I grabbed all the case files

from the previous deaths
in the building...

Autopsies, everything.

I also got everything
on Stacie Avida...

Former residencies,
work history.

Zimmer's name is mentioned

in three of the cases.

Everything's connected, right?

Through evidence, not intuition.

Wait. Hear me out.

Gina Williamson

is the girl
who choked on the rooftop.

I had Hammerback
pull Stacie's DNA

for reference.

Gina shares one
allele with Stacie

at all 13 loci.

Gina was Stacie's daughter.

And she died four years ago
on that roof.

Gina?! My daughter's
choking!

Someone call 911!
Somebody help us!

Dr. Zimmer had

two previous complaints
filed against him

for practicing
under the influence,

but nothing was ever proven.

Gina? Gina!

He was using drugs
the day he tried to save Gina,

overcompensated,

fracturing her rib,
which punctured her heart,

and that killed her.

Stacie Avida was
a natural brunette.

And she worked in publishing

until two months
after her daughter's death...

When she left
to become a doorwoman.

She wanted total access.

The building was haunted...

by a woman who died
the day her child did.

We're not going to get
anything out of Elliott

now that his lawyer's
got him gagged.

What we do know
is that the gloves

and bacteria put him
at the beating.

Mm-hmm.
We just need
to tie him

to the strangulation.

You know, I was thinking,
since there was sand

in the vic's eyes, the fight
in the sandbox happened

at the same time as
the strangulation.

Mm, and since
the only thing we found

in the sand was blood...

If it's a match to Elliott's
reference sample...

It means we're that much closer.

Yep.

No match.

No.

Hey, Hawkes, check this out.

The blood from the sand

has a 15.2 allele at D7.

That's a variant allele.

That falls outside of the range
of common alleles.

It's indicative
of a subpopulation.

Gets passed around
through a small genetic pool

but never goes worldwide.

Which would make it
ethnically specific.

Let's see if it's specific
enough to catch a killer.

Found it.

A variant 15.2

at D7 locus.

Common to 90% of the people
from one particular island.

Actually,

half of the island.

Dominican Republic.

You know anyone from there

who might like wearing reptile?

The very trendy Rico Cerda.

Purple one is supposed
to make you smarter.

That true?

Or is it all in the packaging?

I know you didn't come
all the way up here

to discuss energy drinks,

so... what's on your mind,
detectives?

Couple of things:

the Yankees' pitching rotation,

you murdering Ben Hatfield
in the playground.

That's ridiculous.

I didn't have any...

Let me tell you something
about trends, Rico.

See, this is the part
where you get indignant,

start to deny everything.

Maybe you're going
to start crying,

try to convince us
you didn't do it.

Crocodile tears.

Crocodile like the watch band

you have on.

Piece of that skin
was found on an implant post

in Ben Hatfield's mouth.

Torn watch band.
Doesn't prove anything.

But your blood
at the crime scene does.

See, you sent a boy
to do a man's job.

When Elliot couldn't close
the deal,

you went and finished it.

I told you to stay
out of my neighborhood.

It's not like
it used to be, Rico.

You don't like that.

Couple of years ago,
people were afraid

to come up to Harlem.

Right? Now they're
walking the streets,

they're shopping, they're
taking their kids to dinner.

Your neighborhood,
Washington Heights,

is prime real estate.

It's attracting a yuppie crowd.

The outside world
is closing in on you.

The urban divide
is disappearing, man,

making guys like you obsolete.

This is my neighborhood,

my street.

My people!

I warned that kid.

I told him he
didn't belong here...

Him and his big corporation

raking in millions

off the ingenuity and style
of those poor kids?

He got what he deserved.

He was trying to take
what belonged to me.

What belonged to you?

You and your $3,000 suit.

You talk a really
good game, Rico,

but the truth is,
you sold out your neighborhood

and your people.

She... planted
the evidence?

Everything we needed
to build a case

against Craig Zimmer.

Best way inside the building

was through you.

And when the doorman job
opened up,

she asked her boyfriend,
the super,

to get it for her.

She wanted to do everything
she could

to keep her eye on you
and your family.

Once she had it,

she had total
access to your life,

using his master key.

She used your phone,

she knew about your affairs,
and over time,

she learned your habits,
your secrets.

She studied you.

She knew when the doctor's wife

would be out of town,

when he would be
at the hospital.

Yesterday,

she put her plan into effect.

It must have taken weeks to set
up her plan... months, even.

She was patient.

She knew Zimmer was
a drug addict

and found the morphine.

She knew if the drugs

were in her system,
it would lead back to him,

the only doctor in the building.

She did everything she could
to set him up.

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She couldn't live with the pain

of mourning her
daughter anymore.

She killed herself.

And she made it look
like murder.

To frame you.

Thank you for clearing me.

Don't thank me too much.

I put in a call to
the medical board

about your obvious
drug addiction.

Time to clean up.

It's ironic

she killed herself
where she did.

The newspapers say
that building is cursed.

Well, this time it wasn't
the building's curse.

It was Stacie's.

You know what?

It doesn't matter
that she used me.

I loved her.

Guess that makes me
a chump, right?

No.