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♪ When I need to replace her

♪ I am the mind eraser

♪ Anything goes

♪ Yeah

♪ Anything goes

♪ But, oh

♪ Deep down

♪ I can't let go ♪

♪ Oh...

♪ Don't let it be over ♪

♪ Over, oh, oh

♪ No...

♪ Don't let it be over ♪

♪ Let it be over...

Bingo.

The game is punto banco.

Baccarat.

We do not say "bingo" here.

Oh, we don't. Uh...

All right.

Slide me one of those.

Your luck is finally
running out.

Six at the bank.

And...

nine.

Pot goes to the winner.

Can you believe that!

Do you know who I am?

Do you know what I do?

Sure.

Yeah, yeah. You, uh...

play baccarat.

Why don't I...

just cash out.

I'm sure you'll get better hands
when we play next time.

How about...

this hand.

I'm not...

really in favor of that hand.

Well, I want a chance
to win my money back.

Tell you what...

why don't I buy you a drink?

In fact, drinks
for everybody.

♪ Oh...

♪ Don't let it be over ♪

♪ Over, oh...

Come on, we've
got to go.

Come on.
Okay, let's get out of here.

All right.

Go!

Oh! What a rush.

Oh, hey, did you
get what you need?

Almost.

Hey.

Relentless, aren't they?

Hey, got your gun?

Mm-hmm.

All right.

Our vic is
a Caucasian female,

looks to be
mid to late 20's.

Single gunshot wound
to the abdomen.

No jewelry.

Empty purse.

Looks like a robbery.

Also, there's
no driver's license,

but I found this.

It's an FBI badge.

Natasha Fatale.

Yeah. I checked

with the Rocky and Bullwinkle
agent database.

No hits.

And then there's this.

A .38 not so special.

It's a starter's pistol.

Fake I.D., fake gun...

real murder.

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♪ Out here in the fields

♪ I fight for my meals

♪ I get my back into my living

♪ Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah.

♪ Yeah! I'll be glad ♪

♪ When you're dead,
you rascal, you ♪

♪ I'll be glad ♪

♪ When you're dead,
you rascal, you ♪

♪ When you're dead
and in your grave ♪

♪ No more women will you crave

♪ I'll be glad
when you're dead ♪

♪ You rascal, you

♪ Oh!

♪

♪

♪ I'll be glad
when you're dead ♪

♪ You rascal, you.

Perps don't seem to be masters
at throwing away evidence.

Boris Badenov.

Another fake I.D. badge.

What were our
vics involved in?

And why did the robbers

kill Natasha
but take Boris?

- Hey, Sid.
- Hey.

Looking over our vic,

I can't help but consider

the irony of
her chosen name:

Natasha Fatale.

I ran her prints.
No hits.

Our victim remains
a Jane Doe for now.

Our C.O.D.

is massive internal
hemorrhaging

caused by a single
gunshot wound

from what appears to be

a nine-millimeter round.

So our Jane Doe bled
out in that alley.

Definitely not a gentle way
to go into that good night.

I also found this...

on her dress.

Took a look under
the microscope.

Morphological properties
are consistent with it being

a tooth fragment,
partially covered in soil.

Not sure if it's
animal or human,

but it definitely doesn't
belong to our vic.

Okay.

Finally...

regarding our female victim,

are you a T man or an A man?

Toes or ankles?

Okay, I gotta say toes.

As am I.

Which is why,

for a woman who,
from all appearances,

took excellent
care of herself

I found this to be odd.

I've heard of green thumbs

- but orange toes?
- Our victim

has micro-abrasions

on her feet, consistent
with running barefoot.

But also has

what appear to be a series

of chemical burns on her toes.

I swabbed a sample
of her skin.

Might help us

literally retrace her steps.

Maybe figure out
where she came from.

And who she is.

♪

♪ Out on the back porch

♪ You say

♪ Tonight

♪ We bring our pocket

♪ Our pocketknives

♪ You wanna fight me

♪ You want to fight

♪ Walk through the fire

♪ Walk till it gets light

♪ There is no hiding

♪ To save your life...

I tested the blood

on the men's dress shoe.

It is Natasha's.

The shoe must have
came off Boris

when the thieves
carried him out.

Who's that guy?

I don't know, but every picture

in Natasha's lipstick camera
features him.

So what's our double
for Minnesota Fats

got to do with this?

Looks like he's playing baccarat.

That's a high-stakes
money game.

If our two vics
were gambling,

it could be the reason
they were robbed.

Yeah, and by the looks
of that nine millimeter,

they were gambling
with the wrong guy.

Yeah, that's why I'm
doing an image search.

I'm hoping he has a
mug shot somewhere.

All right, while you're doing that,
Doc and I are making progress.

- Mm-hmm.
- All right, Cagney and Lacey,

what do you got?

According to the
GC/MS, the chemicals

on Natasha's feet show peaks
for dyhydroxyacetone,

which is a skin-coloring agent,

that's used
in sunless tanning.

That explains
the orange toes.

But how many tanning salons
are there in New York?

I got it, I got it.

In the bottom of Boris's shoe,
we found brown trace.

Now, it’s a combination
of shredded beef,

curry and tomato sauce,

which is also known as...

- Oxtail soup.
- We figure that Boris

and Natasha were on foot

before they ran
into the thieves, right?

So we searched
a five-block radius

from the crime scene, and you
know what? Three blocks away,

there is a tanning salon.

Right next door to
a Jamaican restaurant.

That sells oxtail soup?

Boom.

Friend of mine jogs
in her bare feet.

She keeps asking
me to join her.

I don't think so.

Well, analysis of our trace
suggests our vics walked

through this alley before
they met the robbers.

Don?

Red sequin here.

Same as the shawl
Natasha was wearing.

There's even
more over there.

Must have got caught on
the door on the way out.

The game is punto banco.

Baccarat.

We do not say, "go fish," here.

You know who I am.

You know what I do.

No.

But I'd like to hear all about it.

You police are all the same.

You come into my establishment,
and you try to give me orders.

But what you should know

by now is there's only one thing

that gives orders:

intestinal fortitude.

Chill out, man.

This is a part of the script.

What are you doing?

Dude, I'm just an actor.

My name's Lonnie Tucci.

I live in the Bronx,
drive a cab,

never been convicted of anything.

I don't even smoke, you
can take that to the bank.

I don't know anything
about any homicide,

and I don't know
where that guy is.

Then what was all this about?

The GoGame.

It's a scavenger hunt.

Two person teams complete
missions at different locations.

First team to finish it
in Brooklyn wins.

The code name for this week's
game was "Brooklyn Till I Die."

But nobody meant that to be literal.

This is all part of the GoGame?

It's the third mission of 12.

Everyone's an actor
except the two people

playing the GoGame.

I don't even know
the players' real names.

I just show up when I'm told
like everyone else.

For this version of the GoGame,
the players assume the identity

of film noir undercover FBI agents.

That's why they had fake badges.

And that's why she had an
old-fashioned lipstick camera.

Even my beef with them
was part of the game.

At my stop, the back-room
baccarat joint,

their mission was to get
surveillance photos

of the resident crime boss.

Which, in this case, was you.

So what about the money?

Everyone in the GoGame

knew these two had loose cash on them.

They knew where
they were headed.

You think one of us maybe
set them up to get robbed?

Not unless we was trying
to get fake rich.

The cash we use...

it's only good for the GoGame.

I know times are tough,

but it doesn't make sense
for anyone in the game

to rob our vics for fake cash.

Our robbers may not have
known the cash was fake.

May have just seen a
well-dressed couple

and decided to
go after them.

It's a fax from the GoGame offices.

Their registration forms
list I.D.'s for our vics.

Says Natasha's
real name is Michelle Lewis.

And Boris is...

Preston Seville, Jr.

Same Seville, Jr.
of the hedge fund empire?

His father's a billionaire.

That ring on his finger,

it's a family heirloom.

I wear one myself.

I know this isn't easy,
Mr. Seville.

You just need to know that
we're gonna do everything

in our power to get your son back.

Detective Danville, I
don't need reassurances.

I want to know
what you plan to do.

The first thing that needs
to happen is for you and I

to have open and
honest communication.

Well, as I've already said,

aside from receiving
that package,

I haven't heard
anything from anyone.

Is there anyone in your
professional or personal life

that might've had something
to do with this?

I wish I could say no.

The fact is,

it's not that I don't know
anyone willing to do this,

it's that I know too many.

What about your son?

Have there been any
threats against him?

- No.
- Any associations

of his we need to know anything about?

When he was abducted,

he was with a woman
named Michelle Lewis.

That poor girl who was killed.

I never met that girl.

I've never met a lot
of my son's friends.

When's the last time
you saw your son?

We haven't seen

eye to eye in many years.

What does that mean, exactly?

It means I raised him
as well as I could.

And I offer no excuses.

Give me a break.
You kidding me?

I don't care if you are FBI,

you don't have clearance
to come in here.

Excuse me.

- There a problem?
- Detective Mac Taylor?

Yeah.

Gerald Branson, FBI.

24-hour presumption says if
our kidnappers stay in state,

NYPD takes the lead.

But if you're okay with it,

we'd like to pitch in.

We have monitoring
technology that'll help,

if and when these kidnappers
try to communicate again.

We can use all the
help we can get.

These your guys?

Nah, these two are
personal security detail.

They say Mr. Seville
called them himself.

According to the
house attendant,

nobody saw who
delivered that package.

Somebody just left it on
the stoop and walked away.

Well, considering
who Seville, Jr. is,

these kidnappers may have been
keeping tabs on him for a while.

We find these kidnappers,
we find our killers.

Right.

Hey, Jo.

Sid sent up the blood sample
from the severed finger.

The DNA was a match to
the secondary sample

we got from Mr. Seville.

It's definitely
his son's finger?

Yeah, the good news, though,

is that when I looked at the
blood under the microscope,

the cells hadn't lysed yet.

Intact blood cells means
there's a good chance

that our vics finger was
cut off while he was alive.

Yeah.

Can you imagine what Mr. Seville
must be going through?

I don't know what I would do
if anyone ever took Lucy.

I would give my right
arm to have her back.

As endearing as that sounds,

please, let's just have one
severed appendage at a time.

I don't know if this will
help us with our killers, but

based on the crushing
pattern on the upper

and the underside
of the bone,

I'm thinking that the instrument
used to sever the finger

was scissors, shears,

or bolt cutters.

That had to hurt.

Definitely.

I also found some trace on the finger.

Ran it through GC/MS.

I got a mixture of
eggshells and sea kelp.

- Odd.
- Maybe if I can figure out

where that mix came from,
it might lead us somewhere.

Okay.
Keep me posted.

Hey, brother.

I followed up on our murder
victim Michelle Lewis.

According to her tax records,

she was a kindergarten teacher.

All right, looks like she was
anything but a femme fatal, huh?

Yeah, this Natasha persona

was a serious makeover for her.

I mean, she was wearing a dress

that cost a third
of her annual salary.

So you got a
kindergarten teacher

with the son of a billionaire.

Kind of an odd couple.

Well, till you consider
his background.

Seville, Jr. was arrested twice
for disturbing the peace

while protesting against
Wall Street businesses.

Tiny bit of contrast,
considering who his father is.

- Yeah.
- Said you had something else?

Yeah.

I went over the tooth fragment

Sid found. Turns out,
it's from a human tooth.

So I took a sample of the pulp,
ran the DNA through CODIS.

Got a hit for

Cindy Allen.

And get this.

Says here, she was murdered

- in 1982 by Lambert Jones.
- Yeah, Lambert murdered

26 people in five states.

Put him on death row at
Colorado supermax prison.

So, what does an
imprisoned serial killer

and his victim have to
do with our kidnapping?

Seville residence.

We have your son.

Ransom is four million dollars.

Split it evenly into four
bags, 100-dollar bills.

No consecutive serial
numbers, no new bills.

No marked bills,
no tracking devices.

Deliver the money to
the following four locations:

Bronx Square, Queens
College parking lot,

the bus stop on 23rd and Broadway

and Metrano's Cafe in Brooklyn.

You will then receive
further instructions.

Where is my son?
I want to speak to him.

Deliver the money in two
hours, or your son is dead.

We need the location
that call was made from.

Two hours isn't much time.

You got that?

Considering the hard deadline,

this looks like a one-shot deal,

so, I think our best chance

of getting Preston Jr. back
is to pay that ransom.

We follow the money, we might
get to him and our killers.

I'm not paying one damn cent.

With all due respect, Mr. Seville,

these kidnappers
aren't playing around.

The next package may include
a lot more than a finger.

This is about principles.

Most people inherit
their fortunes,

but I built mine
from the ground up,

and no two-bit thugs
are taking a dime from me.

Isn't it a given,

your son's lying somewhere
with nine fingers,

you pay that ransom?

Obviously, Mr. Seville's relationship

with his son is more
complex than it looks.

We were able to trace the ransom call

to a pay phone
in Staten Island.

Unfortunately,
no one was there

to see who made it.

These kidnappers know
what they're doing.

Except a few things
don't add up.

The abduction of
Seville Jr. was sloppy.

They left a dead body behind,
and a host of evidence.

So, why, all of a sudden,
are they a well-oiled machine?

I mean, you have

to wonder about the ransom demand,

because Seville's worth more
than four million dollars.

Why not ask for more money?

Could be all they need,

especially if they're in a hurry,

which would explain
the hard deadline.

Why the four bags
in four locations?

Two perps killed Michelle Lewis

and abducted Seville Jr.

Maybe they only plan
on picking up two bags.

And leave another
two million out there?

Ask for four,

walk away with two.
Sounds like a pretty good deal.

Yeah.

Regardless of
their intentions,

with or without Mr. Seville's
full cooperation,

our first priority is to
get his son back alive.

This operation is a calculated gamble,

but it's our best shot,
considering the circumstances.

Four locations,

four teams,
four point officers.

With Mr. Seville refusing
to front the ransom money,

we're using our own real
and simulated bills.

They're lined with GPS sensors.

Now, despite the
callers' demands,

we'll track these bags
wherever they go.

Your support teams remain out of
sight until the signal's given.

Watch the bags.

Watch your surroundings.

Jo.

Yeah, we're all set here.

If the kidnappers contact
us again, we're ready.

Taxi! Taxi!

I'm in place.

Roger that.

In position, Mac.

I think I may have

a bite here.

Someone's grabbing the bag!

Stop! Police!

Just take the bag, man!
Don't hurt me!

- Don't hurt me!
- Don't move!

Don't move!
Who are you?!

Who sent you?!

The what?!
It's not my bag, man.

Don't me hurt, please.

God, I didn't do it.
It's not my bag.

Please don't hurt me.

I don't think
this is our guy.

Yeah, come on,
get up, let's go.

Listen, Mac,

it ain't them.

Something's not right.

The deadline's passed,
I don't see a thing.

Four locations, four teams,

strategically placed

across the city.

Yeah, stretching our manpower,

thinning out the group
back at home base

where the main source
of money is.

Dial that number.

Wire four million dollars
to this account.

You're one of them.

Do it.

They aren't picking
up the money from us.

Danville.

Okay.

Got it.

Mr. Seville?

Jo...

you okay?
Yeah, I'm fine.

Fortunately, no one was hurt.

Everyone in that
personal security detail

was supposed to
be checked out.

Mac, this guy knew the right
thing to say, right thing to do,

dressed like personal security.

He had the entry
code to the house.

Used unfamiliar people
to slip in and out.

That's how
he pulled this thing off.

These guys tried this
right under our noses.

Means they're either
desperate or crazy.

Or professional.

You get a look at him?

No, I didn't.
Mr. Seville did.

He said he didn't
recognize the guys.

He's giving a composite
description to the FBI.

I want that image circulated

to every precinct and
media outlet in the city.

Good news is, we were
able to interrupt

before he wired anything
into the kidnappers' account.

So they still want their money.

Go!

Seville residence.

Price has doubled.

Eight million.

We'll contact you with details.

Follow directions,

or the next package
will contain his head.

Just keep one thing in mind.

The people who
took your son

are motivated by greed.

He's only worth something
to them alive.

What's up, Danny?

All right,
I got something here.

I been looking over the case
files for this serial killer,

Lambert Jones.
Okay, this is one weird dude.

Buried all his bodies
in his own backyard.

All of his murders,
including Cindy Allen,

took place in the Pacific Northwest.

There's nothing indicating that
he ever visited New York City,

or had any connection
to the Seville family.

Okay, tell me
there's a "but" here.

But I did some research and
found an unlikely connection

between Lambert Jones,
Cindy Allen

and this store in
Washington Heights.

You got to be kidding me.

♪

These what
I think they are?

Yeah, serial
killer trading cards.

Who needs Mickey Mantle

when you have
Ted Bundy, right?

Wow.

Crazy, huh?

Yeah.

Welcome to Abramacabre.

Are you a Lambert head?

A what?!

Lambert Jones.

You're standing
in his section.

We found you online.

Do you really sell personal
items from serial killers?

You say that
like it's a bad thing.

Do you know what the subject is
for most best-selling novels?

The subject of serial killing.
It's a moneymaker.

So I opened this store
for fans of the macabre.

Right. Selling locks of
Charlie Manson's hair.

Your Web site
says that you offer

soil samples from Lambert
Jones' backyard,

where he supposedly
buried his victims.

As a matter of fact, we
do, and for an extra

five bucks, I will gift wrap
the Lambert dirt for you.

Lambert dirt.

Need I remind you, it is
not illegal to sell dirt.

No, it's just immoral
and kind of despicable,

not for nothing.

Someone gathers it for
me, and I only sell it.

Look, we found DNA

from one of Mr. Jones's
victims at our crime scene.

It's very possible that the
remains came from this dirt.

Look, I keep a list
of all my customers.

It's a small but
loyal clientele.

Here's everyone who's
bought Lambert dirt,

both the walk-ins
and Internet buyers.

I'm printing it out for you.

There are 27 people on this list.

Well, like I said,
it's a very popular item.

Oh.

All right, thank you.

Another alibi checks out?

Three of the customers

who purchased Lambert dirt
are currently serving time.

A fourth is in a
hospital in Bulgaria.

Numbers five and six,
you don't want to know.

I'm not having
that much luck, either.

Although my alibis
are a little different.

One customer was actually
a housewife with four kids.

Makes you wonder

if having a hobby
is really that healthy.

Someone on this list
is our kidnapper

or knows our kidnapper.

I think I found something.

I processed the trace
from the severed finger.

I remember,
eggshells and sea kelp.

Right, I did a
little research.

I found out it's a
proprietary fertilizer

that uses that mix.

It's sold exclusively to
a greenhouse in Jersey.

Pleasant Green
Plant Observatory.

Right, so I cross-referenced
their list of employees

with the list of 27
from Abramacabre,

and I found a common Williams.

Mabel Williams

was a manager at Pleasant
Green Plant Observatory.

And her son

is number 15 on our list:

Jake Williams.

I already called Flack.

Jake is out on parole,
and he's using

his mother's apartment
as his parole address.

Move, move, move, move!

Ma!

Enough with the snoring,
damn it!

Get down now, get down!

On the ground, down!

- All right, all right.
- On the ground.

Clear.

Not so fast, Ma.

Drop the gun.

The whole time, we
thought it was the game.

Michelle had no idea.

Hey.

Relentless, aren't they?

- Got your gun?
- Mm-hmm.

Great costumes, guys.

Yeah, yeah, perfect look.

So, uh...

How does this
go, you know?

W-W-What do you
need us to do?

Hands in the air, or
put 'em up, you know?

What? Break yo'self?

This is such a cool game.

Well, are you guys gonna
make a move or... not?

Michelle?

Michelle?

I asked her to play.

She was really excited about it.

Planned for weeks.

I even bought the dress.

It was supposed to be fun.

Until it wasn't.

Jacob Paul Williams.

Priors for a little bit
of everything.

Armed robbery,

assault with a deadly weapon...

Do you realize
how screwed you are?

George Williams,

you and your brother
are quite a pair.

Yeah?

We matched a bullet from
Michelle Lewis's body

to a nine-millimeter we found
in your mother's closet.

It has your
prints all over it.

We also found gardening
shears with blood on them,

that matches the tool marks
on Seville, Jr.'s finger.

Not to mention we have an
eyewitness to Michelle's murder,

Seville, Jr. himself.

Honestly, pal, I don't
even need a confession.

I'm just doing this
for my own amusement.

Which is why I gotta know,

you're a career criminal,

you know how this works,

so what on Earth possessed you

to bring your kidnapping victim

back to your mother's house?

You saw my mother;
she's scarier than we are.

We're not killers;
that's not what we do.

We rob people.

Every Thursday night, we
hit up Lower Manhattan.

Tuesday night,
it's Brooklyn.

That's all we intended to do.

Then she pulled a gun.

Who are you guys?

When we saw she was dead,
we needed a way out of town.

So, you decided
to add kidnapping

to your list of smart decisions.

It was only after we
saw his FBI badge.

We thought he was
a federal agent

until we saw the wallet.

Then I recognized the name,

figured he could be, like,
our ticket out of town.

You know, we could get the
money from his father,

and then just disappear.

Oh, now I'm curious.

You and your brother are
about as smart as bait.

Makes your ransom drop plan
a little inconsistent.

Why do you say that?

Because it wasn't a stupid plan.

You almost had us.

So where'd
you get the idea?

Did you see it on TV
or in a movie?

No.

That plan came from Seville, Jr.

I told them what to wear,
I told them what to say,

I gave them the entry code
to my father's house.

So you gave them
everything they needed.

But why would you do that?

Those bastards killed
Michelle in front of me.

It's kind of screwed up,
I guess, but...

All that time I was
sitting there, tied up,

not sure if I was
gonna live or die,

one thing I was sure of,

there was no way my father
was gonna pay a dime

of his hard-earned money
to get me out of this.

I told them

they kidnapped the wrong guy.

I told them the only way
my father would pay a ransom

would be if he had a gun
to his head.

That's a sad sentiment.

It's one I've grown
accustomed to.

Do you know why I
played the GoGame?

To get away from this name,

this identity as a Seville.

I lost my finger,

and Michelle lost her life.

Because I wanted
so desperately

to get away from my father.

What have I done?

It's not about
what you've done.

It's about you do going forward.

♪

Oh, Steven,
you forgot your lunch!

I've been slaving
over a hot stove.

Thank you, thank you.

- All right.
- Bye.

- Thanks for this.
- Okay, don't trip.

Owe you this, Taylor.

Little sister makes a
mean marinara sauce.

It's the best friend
a patrolman ever had.

So that's the Christine
you always talked about

at the academy?

She's gonna have
her own restaurant one day.

Best cook in the world.

Look at you.

You look good.

Oh, you're sweet.

Well, I'm sure I look tired.

Heading up the crime lab will
do that to you, I guess.

Hey, thanks for meeting me here.

Been a long time.

Honestly, I-I... I wasn't sure
what to think,

seeing that friend request.

Well, likewise.

I never saw you as the
social-networking type.

Actually, it wasn't my
decision to set that up.

That was some colleagues of mine

having a little fun.

That explains the
blankest profile page

in the history of the Internet.

How do you know that I wasn't
trying to be mysterious?

Because you're one of the most
transparent people I know.

Like right now,

you're calculating
how much time

you've been away from work...

and you're wondering
what I'm doing here.

I-I read an article

where you, um, dedicated
the wall of remembrance

to the first responder
families of 9/11.

That was a nice thing you did.

And I also read about Claire.

And somehow, between...

life and...

losing contact with you both,

I-I didn't know she passed away.

I'm sorry.

There's no need to be sorry.

I'm thankful for the time
that we had together.

Mm...

You know, um...

I have this image that I
can't get out of my head,

this party that we
had at Myrtle Beach.

Do you remember that?

The music was playing
and-and beers were flowing

and-and...
I re... I remember that.

Yeah.

A lot has changed since then.

Yeah, if anything,
what happened to all of us,

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