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Your, uh, best single malt.

Neat, please.

Thank you.

Hi.

Hi.

Buy you a drink?

Sure.

You're beautiful.

Hiker found her.

No witnesses, no calls to 911,

no missing persons
matching her description.

Marbling and the
level of decomp tells me

she's been dead
at least 36 hours.

We had one like this
on the other side

of the park eight months ago.

That's right, we did.

Macy Martinez.

She was stabbed,
strangled and dumped.

It's still unsolved.

F.I.T.

Class of 2011.

She was carried to
this spot, not dragged.

That path right there

leads to a road that cuts
through the park.

Easy access.

So what wrong turn
did she take to wind up here?

Sometimes evil finds you...

on the road you take
to avoid it.

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www.addic7ed.com

Discoloration and
wilting is consistent

with your time of death
at 24:36 hours.

Mac...

Two deep puncture wounds
just above the heart.

Sid found the
same distinct hilt marks

in Autopsy on the
Macy Martinez case.

Manual strangulation
with the left hand.

He's the same guy.
No doubt about it.

What do you got?

I know what you're
going to say.

It's not the way it looks.

I'm fine.

It's exactly the way it looks.

That's the same suit
you had on yesterday,

if not the day before.

You haven't even been home
in two days.

This isn't the first
time one case has

rolled over into another.
I'll be fine.

When's the last time
you had something to eat?

I don't want to hear
about that trail mix

from the vending machine
last night.

It was a granola bar.

You promised me you were going
to go home and get some sleep.

I was working on some cases.

I dozed off on the couch.

Then this came in.

Boss of the crime lab
or not, you're no good

to anyone if you're
running on fumes.

Look, I am not walking out
of a homicide investigation.

- No, Don is driving you out.
- Yo.

It's all been arranged.

You're going to go home
and get a couple hours' sleep.

And if you're lucky,
a toothbrush and a shower

might make it feel like eight.

- Don can't just leave.
- Sure I can.

I'm on my way back
to the precinct, anyway.

Your place is on the way.

Sid will be expecting me
in Autopsy.

It's covered. Your work
is done here, Mac Taylor.

Don's gonna take you to that
diner you love for breakfast,

and then take you home
and tuck you in.

Will he be giving me milk and
cookies and singing a lullaby?

The lullaby thing's
a little weird.

But milk and cookies
could happen.

Let's go.

One sec, guys.

That's pretty impressive
you got Mac to go home.

He's not used to
being told what to do.

No, he's not.

Expensive lingerie.

Manicure... pedicure
recently done,

very meticulous.

Dressed to impress.

Probably a night out
on the town, huh?

In the Martinez case,

the victim left the club
with an older guy

the night before she was found.

That stamp is from
the Countess Club.

You know, this diner is one of

the last places in the city

you can still get an egg cream.

So no more milk and cookies?

Coach Ryan.

Hey, Mac Taylor.

How the hell are you?

Good, good.

Can I still count on you

for the Widows and Orphans
event this year?

Already in my calendar.

Hey, you fellas know
Jets GM Mike Tannenbaum?

Sure, Mike. How're you doing?
Hey, Mike.

How're you doing?
Look, I gotta tell you,

Great job pickin' up Cromartie
and getting Revis into camp,

but if you ask me, I think you
blew it on the Woodhead thing.

You solve every crime?

That's a good point.

But three words on the draft:

Baylor, pass rusher.

Everybody's an expert.

Mac, I'll be in touch.
All right, Coach.

Good seeing you.
Good to see you.

Nice to meet you.
Okay good to see you.

Take care.
Take care.

What's the matter with you?

Let's go get a snack.

What?
Nothing.

I was just thinking.

Whoever came up
with the formula

that every dog year
is seven human years?

I don't know.

Where the hell did that
question come from?

What, do I look that tired?

Yeah... kinda do.

But think about it.

All the stuff we deal with,

the murder and the mayhem,

staying up for two or
three nights at a time

trying to sort it all out.

How many years do these cases
take off our expiration dates?

Our expiration dates?

Large coffee to go.

And a map that actually
makes sense.

Where you headed?

It's, uh, first time back
in the city in a while.

Thought I might go down
and check out Lady Liberty,

if I can just figure out
where the hell I'm going.

Come here.
I'll show you.

Sorry, brother.
Hey, no worries.

All right, here's where we are.

What you want to do is you
want to walk over to Broadway,

grab the 1 or the 9 train,
take it all the way downtown

to South Ferry--
It's the last stop.

You can hop on the
Staten Island Ferry down there.

Get a great view of the statue,

- don't have to get off the boat, and it's free.
- Here's your coffee, sir.

Here you go.
Keep it.

Thanks.
Appreciate it, man.

You guys have a good day.

Two years.

Every year as a cop
is two human years.

- Thank you.
- Have a good one.

No, no, no. I'm buying.
Get out of here.

No, it's mine. I got it.

You're a good man, Mac Taylor.

I had my wallet
when we walked in.

You sure? Yeah, yeah. I checked

when we got out of the car.
It was in my jacket pocket.

Well, you're tired,
maybe you left it--

No, I definitely had my wallet.

Ooh, nice work, Miss Messer.

Yes.

The training videos,
the lectures.

It's all finally
starting to sink in.

The student has
become the teacher.

What are you doing?

It's called improvisation.

Yeah, I-I started
taking a theatre class.

I could use a little improv

on these.

See that weird circular
pattern on the sole of the shoe?

Nothing in our database
resembles it.

Well, I could enhance the
tread marks in the photos.

Maybe that will help fill in
some of the voids in the mold.

That would be smashing.

Okay.

All right, thanks. Bye.

I knew it wouldn't be here.

It was worth a shot.

I got uniforms searching
storm drains and trash cans

for a five-block radius
in every direction.

My police I.D.'s
deactivated,

my credit cards
have been flagged.

Precinct's putting together
photos of picks

who match the description.

I should have seen it coming.

He must have reached
into your jacket pocket

when he was leaning over,
showing me the map.

This brazen son of a bitch.

He looked right at my shield.

He knew we were cops.

Hey, Jo?
Yeah.

So, our vic's name
is Patricia Kelly.

She was a
senior at F.I.T.

She texted her roommate
from the Countess Club

around 11:00, night
before last, and said

that she met a great guy,

and that she wouldn't
be coming home.

Yeah, and the roommate
started to get worried

when she couldn't get ahold
of Patricia all day yesterday.

In fact, she went
to the precinct this morning

to file a missing
persons report.

What about the purple trace

underneath
Patricia's fingernails?

It's a very rare
and expensive paint

made from dye
extracted from sea snails.

Tyrian Purple.

I worked my share of art heist

cases at the Bureau.

Do you know
an ounce of that dye

is worth more
than a pound of gold?

Well, it's not used
in any contemporary artwork,

so we're talking museum pieces

- and fine art collections.
- No way

Patricia's getting near a
painting like that in a museum.

Yeah, that's why I'm thinking,

however she picked it up,
she must have had access

to someone's
private art collection.

Right, which would definitely
narrow it down a bit.

So I compiled a list

of prominent art collectors
in Manhattan.

Oh.
Now, it's not perfect,

but it's a start.

Y'all are so good.

You know it.
Mm-hmm.

Larry "The Jammer" Burns?

He was arrested on a DUI charge

in Manhattan last year.

Oh, please tell me
he doesn't have anything

to do with these two murders.

He doesn't, but his
limited edition sneakers do.

Those odd circles on the bottom

of the killer's shoes--
They were actually fingerprints.

Yup.

But they're emblazoned
into the sole

of every pair
of his Elite edition sneakers.

There were only 500 pair made,

and they coast about
a thousand bucks apiece.

So, how long do you think
it'll take

to compile a list
of these 500 proud owners?

Come on. Who do you think
you're dealing with here?

What up?

It's already done.

Okay. Let's cross reference
your list

with this list Hawkes made

of prominent art collectors.

All right.

Here we go.

Bingo.

Charles Martin. NYPD.

It's clear.

We're all clear over here.

Print powder.

That's very strange.

It looks like...

someone sprayed
Leuco Crystal Violet in here,

looking for evidence of blood.

What the hell's going on?

Thinking that Patricia Kelly
was murdered in this apartment,

and the crime scene's
already been processed.

Doorman says
Martin left sometime

early yesterday morning
and drove upstate

to a business conference.

Well, whoever broke in

and processed this place
used yellow print powder,

VMEX swabs

and Leuco Crystal Violet.

Definitely not NYPD Crime Scene.

Well, whoever it was had

a basic knowledge
of crime scene investigation.

Basic knowledge.
Kind of like the Feds.

Heard that, Messer.

No, no, no.
I did some checking.

It's not the Feds,
and it's not our guys.

No one's taking responsibility.

Well, then who was it,
and what were they looking for?

I got tool marks.

This lock
was definitely compromised

with a pick set,
so whoever it was

didn't have a key.

Found the source
of Tyrian Purple.

What, do you
have a portable GCMS

up there?
No, you don't need one.

Poor man's process.

Tyrian Purple turns blue
when it's exposed to water.

So the paint under
Patricia's fingernails

came from her touching
his piece of art.

So, basically, Martin kills
Patricia Kelly, then cleans up,

then dumps her body in the park
on his way upstate.

And while he's gone,

somebody breaks in
and processes the place?

Albany PD said
that Martin spent the night,

but checked out of his
hotel room early this morning

before they could get
over there and grab him.

Let's hope
he comes right back here.

There's an alarm out for him.

I'll have a couple teams

watching this place
around the clock.

Charlie boy shows his face,
he's ours.

What the hell
are you doing here?

How'd you get up to this floor?
I brought him up.

He found your wallet
on the sidewalk near the diner.

I thought you might
want to thank him.

It's all there.
Even the money.

Can't say I didn't think
about taking it.

Things are pretty tight.

Who the hell are you,
and what do you want?

Where I come from,
somebody returns

a wallet you lost,
you say thank you.

I didn't lose it.

You lifted it out of my jacket,
you son of a bitch.

Is that right, Detective?

You saw me take it?

I need two uniform officers,
Mac Taylor's office, ASAP.

Who are you?

I don't much care
for the way you're asking.

Look at that.
There's only a couple bucks

in there, but you're welcome
to it if you like.

Raymond Harris.

Released from prison a week ago.

Get this trash
out of my building.

My pleasure.

Come on.

It doesn't feel right just
letting him walk out of here.

We don't have enough
to arrest him,

but I know he took my wallet.

Who is Raymond Harris?
What does he want?

I'm not sure.

We gonna do this, man?

I think we're cool.

Canadian bacon, well done.

All right.

We gonna get out of here, man.
All right.

All right, let's go.

Whoa, whoa.

You guys forget something?

All right.

So, I guess you never lose that
cop thing after you retire, huh?

It's a curse.

Always looking
for the bad guys,

and we forget
to see the good ones.

When was the last...?

St. Paddy's Day parade,

three years ago.

Yeah.

Parades and funerals.

Shouldn't be the only time
we see each other, Mac.

What's on your mind?

You remember this guy?

Raymond Harris?

I locked him up.

We did... in '94.

A warrant on a Lower East Side
stash house.

Drugs, guns, money.

Judge gave him 17 years.

He was released a week ago.

I've run into him
a couple of times.

He threaten you?
Not exactly,

but he picked my pocket

right here in this diner,

and then he showed
up in my office

to return the wallet.

I hope you collared his ass.

I didn't actually
see him take it.

And when he returned it...
everything was still inside.

And he didn't say
what it was about?

Couple of months after
we locked him up,

I had a prisoner escort
to Rikers.

Harris passed by intake,

hooked on
to some other prisoners.

Hey!

You know what you did, man!

Knock it off, Harris.

You know what you did!

Just keep it moving.

He said it
with such conviction.

I believe he thinks
he was wronged somehow.

Was your informant legit?

The warrant was good, right?
There was no-- Honestly,

I resent your questioning
my integrity.

And whatever his beef is,

it seems to be with you.
Look, I don't know

what this guy's problem is,

but if he came at me,
he might come at you.

I have a lot of
respect for you, Bill.

We just had a different way
of doing things, that's all.

Promise me you'll
keep your eyes open?

32 years
in the monkey suit--

My eyes are always open.

How we doing on the evidence?

There's plenty here to prove

that Patricia Kelly was killed
in that apartment.

It had been cleaned up,
but I found traces of her blood

in the carpet fibers
and also on the ceiling.

Macy Martinez?

Yeah, she was
one of the last cases

Stella was working on,
and there's evidence

that also connects her
to Martin's apartment.

This sample is from
gravitational blood drops

that I found on the bed frame.

They looked like they'd
been there for a while.

DNA was a match
to Macy Martinez.

She was killed in
that apartment, too.

Looks like Charles
Martin is building

quite a violent resume
for himself.

Yeah, and it might be
worse than we think.

There's evidence that there was

another woman there
other than Patricia and Macy.

I found a blonde hair
in the sofa.

DNA's not in the system.

Maybe she's still alive.

Or maybe we just
haven't found her body.

Let's hope for the former.

So, our mystery

crime scene investigator
probably wore gloves

while he was
processing the inside,

but he forgot something
on the outside.

He probably rang the bell
to see if anyone was home

before he broke in.

Got a print.

Came back to Mark Fields.

He's a cop?

Used to be-- He was fired
in 2007 for perjury.

He's a private
investigator now.

So why did he
process the scene?

What was he looking for?

Maybe it's not a question
of what but of who.

Mr. Fields,

we have a missing woman

that we're very concerned
for her safety.

And right now, you've got
a big fat burglary charge

hanging over your head.

How far we take your case
through the system

depends on your level
of cooperation.

I found this in your, uh,
briefcase inside your car,

along with some maps,

phone, surveillance photos,
financial records.

So why don't you tell us
about Christina Marino.

Who is she, huh?
Why are you following her?

She walked out
on her husband Vinny.

He's a friend of mine.

He asked me to look
into it, find her,

bring her back.

Vinny said start
with Charles Martin.

They were good friends.

So you think she was having
an affair with Charles Martin?

I don't know.

But Vinny did keep her
on a pretty tight leash.

What were you hoping to find
in the apartment?

Some sign of Christina.

Her phone was shut off; she
stopped using her charge cards.

I went in there looking
for a suitcase, clothes,

an extra toothbrush--
There was nothing.

I smelled a heavy dose of bleach
coming from the bedroom.

Now, I don't have to tell
you guys what that might mean.

So I took a closer look.

All right, well,
the blood in the bedroom

and the hinge lift you
pulled off the coffee table,

that belonged to a woman
named Patricia Kelly,

and she was murdered
in that apartment

just a couple days ago.

I thought for sure that was
Christina's blood in there.

Look, I was gonna tell you guys...
Just do me a favor,

save that for your lawyer.

Right now, what I'm interested
is finding Christina.

Was there anything else

in that apartment
that might help us find her?

No.

That's it.

I swear to God.

Mr. Marino, your wife,

did you have any idea

that she was gonna leave you?

No...

It was like
a sucker punch to the stomach.

You think she's dead, don't you?

There's no evidence of that.

The best we can do
is hope that Christina

is somewhere safe
trying to sort this all out.

He showed up a little while ago.

He went up the back stairwell
from the parking garage.

Stakeout team chased
him up to the roof.

Come on, Mr. Martin,

step back over the ledge.

Any sign of Christina Marino?
No, but I'm hoping this guy can help us out

with that before he jumps.

He's not gonna jump.

The only reason
he's up on that ledge

is because he was chased there.

He just has nowhere else to go.

You take one more step,
I'm gonna

make a mess
in the street down there.

Get back.

I'll be right back.

Whoa, whoa, whoa.
Where you going?

Have a little chat
with Mr. Martin.

Get back!
I said get back!

Relax, Mr. Martin.

I'm not gonna try to make
you come down from here.

I figure if you're determined to
end your life, you're gonna do it

no matter what I have to say.

I just wanted to
know if you can

tell me where
Christina Marino is.

You think I'm stupid?

You didn't climb
out on this ledge

to ask me about Christina.

Oh, I'm here for Macy
and Patricia, too,

but we both know
where they are.

It's Christina
I'm worried about now.

I would never do anything
to hurt Christina.

I know you don't want to
jump-- You're much too fond

of yourself for that.

Why don't you step back over

this ledge and we can chat about
Christina on solid ground.

I don't have a lot
of options, Detective.

Either I jump or I spend

the rest of my life in prison.
You don't have

to decide that now.

Lord, I've got
a dozen great ways

you can kill yourself in jail
if you change your mind.

Let's go.

Keep your hands where
we can see them.

Hey, good work.

Whew!
You all right?

Yeah, I'm just... it's
a little adrenaline rush.

Maybe too many cups of tea.

I'm not denying she was here.

So then you can understand

why we might be a bit
concerned for her safety.

Look, Christina was my friend.

Two weeks ago, she called me,

asked me to meet her
at the coffee shop.

When I got there, she was
sitting in the corner

with this ridiculous...
leopard-skin suitcase.

She'd just left her husband.

She wanted to stay
with me for a few days.

How long did she stay?

About a week.

She left a few days ago,
said she needed to be alone.

Said she was gonna get a room
in some hotel downtown.

I think she felt like
she was imposing.

I guess she was.

Because it didn't take long

for you to get Patricia Kelly
up here and kill her.

Then why did you offer
to buy me a drink?

It's the first of the hoops

you'll try and force
me to jump through

before we end up going back to
my penthouse and making love.

Well, if it's any
consolation, Detective,

I can assure you that both
Patricia and Macy's last moments

were filled with pleasure.

You mean up until the moment

that you strangled
and stabbed them both?

That part of it was my pleasure.

It's an impulse.

I don't expect you
to understand.

No, I get it.
It's like the impulse I'm having right now

to smash your face in
and throw you out that window.

Why should we believe
you didn't kill Christina?

What you don't understand
about Christina is

she wasn't like
those other women.

She wasn't angling for anything.

Those other women were takers.

Just like me.

And I think that you know enough
about people like me

to know I didn't kill her.

Any information on
Christina Marino's whereabouts?

Call me as soon

as you're done
with the interrogation.

Mac, hope I'm not
interrupting something.

No, no.

Not at all. What's up?
Well,

I felt kind of bad-- I thought
we left off on a sour note.

Uh, look, I had no right
to accuse you of anything.

I was out of line.

Now, don't start sounding
like a pansy on me, Mac.

I want to put
your mind at ease.

I don't have the actual

Harris folders, but...

these are some
of my personal copies

of the paperwork.
Bill, this really isn't necessary.

I'm just as curious

as you about this dude.
Any answers

in here?
Well, that's just it.

Everything we did was textbook.

Well, right now, Raymond
Harris's perception

is his reality.

He's walking around with
a chip on his shoulder,

and only he knows
what it's about.

Yeah.

That makes him dangerous.

What's done is done.

Let it go.

Charles Martin proudly admits
to murdering two women,

so he has no reason to deny
killing Christina Marino.

I believe him.

I'm not inclined
to give a serial killer

the benefit of the doubt,

but Christina doesn't seem
to fit his victim profile.

Well, he had the means
and opportunity but no motive.

Until we have evidence
that she was murdered,

we have to assume she's alive.

Hey, Mac,

you might want to keep that on.

Christina Marino's cell phone
bills show one of her last calls

was to a boutique hotel in SoHo

four days ago.

Danny and Lindsay are
on their way there now.

"Do Not Disturb" sign was
on the door when we got here.

Concierge said Christina
checked in three days ago.

He hasn't seen her since.

Right, she paid
for five nights.

Clerk at the front desk said

that a man called down yesterday
requesting no maid service.

Probably the same
person that broke in,

confronted her in the doorway,

and then slashed her throat.

Let me in, you tramp!
What are you doing?

Just get out of here,
leave me alone.

Arterial spurts...

from the left side of the neck.

She was moving.

It looks like she collapsed
over here

and was beaten, causing
the medium velocity spatter.

There was something up against
that wall right there.

It's not in this room anymore.

It was a suitcase.

These clothes are resting
on top of the blood pool.

They were pulled out of the
suitcase after she was killed.

That's how he got her
out of here without being seen.

He stuffed her in the suitcase.

When I got there

she was sitting in the corner
with this ridiculous

leopard skin suitcase.

A leopard skin suitcase.

We're no longer looking
for a missing woman.

We're looking for
a missing body.

Messy and spontaneous.

That's not
Charles Martin's style.

So, then, who killed her?

Who else even knew she was here?

The husband--

Vincent Marino.

Did you have any idea

that she was going to leave you?

It was like a sucker punch
to the stomach.

He would know about
the call to the hotel

and he had motive.

Yeah, all right,
so how do we go

at Vincent Marino
without a body?

By acting like we have one.

Let's make this simple.

We know you killed Christina.

This is outrageous.

I won't sit here and listen
to you accuse me like this.

We found Christina's
body, Mr. Marino.

Now we need you to tell us

why you butchered her like that.

Only a severed carotid

makes that pattern on a wall.

I wouldn't know
anything about that.

You've got your facts wrong.

Oh, yeah?

Let me see

if I got this part right, then.

You cut the left side

of Christina's throat
in the doorway.

Look.
No, no, no.

Look at it, Vincent, look
at what you did. You did this.

Blood was spraying
all over the place.

You chased her across the room.

No, s-stop saying that.

You beat her when she
was lying on the floor

defenseless and dying.

Then you dumped her
clothes all over the room

and stuffed her
in her own suitcase.

This leopard skin suitcase.

You zipped it up,

rolled it out to your car,

and dumped her
like a bag of trash.

I gave her everything
she could ever want.

Everything I did was for her,
nothing for me.

All I asked for was, was love,

respect.

She told me she hated me.

I begged her to stay.

I begged her
to come home like...

I begged her like some fool.

What's the significance
of where we found her?

Why there?

It's, uh, it's where we met--
Prospect Park.

The first time I saw her,

I thought she was
this perfect thing, you know,

standing there
at the edge of the pond,

pulling her hair back
into a ponytail.

I put her right back
where I found her.

Mark Fields had no idea

that Marino would use
the information

on that hotel to go there
and kill Christina.

I don't think

Marino would've caved unless
he believed we have the body.

You owe me $70

for this leopard print
suitcase, by the way.

You know what?

If Mark Fields doesn't break

into Charles Martin's apartment

looking for Christina,
we probably

never solve her murder.

Gas company.

Who's that?

They call him Wild Bill Hunt.

He was my first partner.

Don Flack.

Bill Hunt.

Pleasure.
What are you doing here, Bill?

Seeing you made me think
about the guys.

I thought I'd drop by
and say hello.

Maybe poke around a little
in the Raymond Harris case file?

I don't think Mr. Harris
will be bothering us anymore.

Should I expect a body

to turn up?

No.

I just had
a little chat with him.

I know what you mean
by a little chat.

You shouldn't have done that.

Something tells me
you can be very persuasive.

I definitely think
I got my point across.

Bill...

Harris isn't going
to scare easy.

I could see it in his eyes.

Trust me,

he's scared.

You should have
left it alone, Bill.

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