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♪ ♪

( horns honking)

( Klaxon blares)

( bell rings)

( shutter clicking)

Hey.

Hey. What do we have?

About, uh, 10,000 sheets

and one dead body.

Safe to say

she's not an employee.

BONASERA:
Maybe she's a tourist.

Tough way to see the city.

So she came in with the sheets.

Where do they come from?

Hotels.

Don't worry,

there's only about 70,000

hotel rooms in this town.

Right. Gives us
a 70,000-to-one chance

of finding out
where she came from.

I'll take those odds.

♪ Out here in the fields ♪

♪ I fought 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. ♪

I'd say this laceration
transected the left carotid.

It's hard to tell
what type of weapon

the killer used, but...

this looks...

Personal.
Yeah.

And... pathological.

These are precise cuts.

Speaks to control over her body.

Yet there's no ligature marks.

TAYLOR:
And there's no bruising.

Killer had control
over her somehow.

"Lynford Hotels."

They have about

what, 12 places in the city?

It's a unique blood pattern.

The volume of the blood

is consistent
with arterial spray.

So she wasn't just wrapped
in this sheet and dumped.

No, she was lying

on this sheet
when her throat was cut.

How do you read

this area here?

Some kind of void.

Larger concentration

being here.

And this looks like the blood

is dripping off the side
of the bed.

Right now, all we have
to go on is this sheet

and our
victim's body.
Right.

Divide and conquer?

I'll start with...

Missing Persons.

I could have just as easily

said the sheet.

Our victim is
an attractive young woman

with manicured nails
and expensive lingerie.

We found her
in upscale hotel sheets.

Odds are someone's
looking for her

and you want to make sure
that they don't have to look

any longer than necessary.

I'll take the sheets.

I'll meet you back
at the M.E.'s office.

You're good.

( up-tempo hip hop beat)

( beat-boxing)

( piano playing)

BURN:
"Please be generous.

I have huge cell phone debt."

Yeah, who doesn't?

This is why I love New York.

Where you gonna find a guy

pounding the buckets

in harmony with a
guy playing Mozart?

Mm. You love
the atmosphere so much,

how come I never see you
drop any "love" in the tip jar?

Let me tell you something.

On a beautiful day
like today... big crowds.

These guys are pulling in
maybe four or five bills.

They're doing just
fine without my help.

All right, all right.

This guy, on the other hand,

we can do something for him.

BURN:
Human statue, that's
a tough gig, man.

You got to stand

perfectly still for hours.

Silver paint here.

No doubt he was

leaning against the wall
to make his job easier.

Messer and Burn?

No, actually, I'm Burn;

he's Messer.

Officer Lilly.

Omar Lilly.

MESSER:
Great.

Now we know each other.

Moving on.

What went down, Lilly?

Swedish tourists over there

taking in the action.

Got a little more

than they bargained for.

Buildings down here
all have video.

We'll sweep,
forward it on to you.

Well, you can forget robbery,

because his tip jar
is overflowing

with cash.

LILLY:
Well, it's a heavy

foot traffic area over here.

Everyone coming
off of the subway

streams in this direction.

So our statue is the first
performer they pass.

First shot at their generosity.

Which makes this
stretch of concrete

some prime real estate.

Who is he?

I see him every day on my beat.

He's here seven,

sometimes eight hours a day.

But I don't know
what his name is.

Went through his pockets.

There's no ID.

I'll tell you this.

He's a rock.

Never heard him speak.
Never seen him twitch.

He was good.

Yeah, that's 'cause
he was cheating.

He was wearing support braces.

Well, his prime real estate's

back on the market.

Question is: Did someone
out here kill him to get it?

HAWKES:
There's no dignity in death.

MESSER:
Eerie without the threads, no?

No evidence of recent trauma.

Wasn't shot, stabbed.

He's dirty, though.

The pants reek.

They're also too long for him.

Folded up at the cuffs.

Healed scars on his left side.

They don't look surgical.

Yeah, I'm guessing

these weren't prescribed
by a doctor.

I think I may be the first M.D.

to see him in a long time.

Chronic tooth decay.

Fast food receipt.

Hair is teeming with lice.

Dinner last night

was a burger and a small soda.

I'm sure he didn't think

it was gonna be his last meal.

Everything about this guy
is screaming poverty.

But his tip jar is
saying the opposite.

Performing for tips
isn't a science.

100 bucks one day.
Nothing the next.

Either way,

show must go on, huh?

How are you doing, Chad?

Not as well as J-Lo.

That's fairly self-evident.

No, seriously. Take a look.

WILLINGHAM:
That's what Chad Willingham
sleeps on.

A reference sample.
Right.

200-thread-count

percale sheet made
of combed cotton

interlaced with a simple
over-then-under pattern.

Gets you a couple hours
of shut-eye.

Now...

check out what J-Lo sleeps on.

Same sheet as our victim.

800-thread-count
Egyptian cotton.

Uh, there are only five
Lynford Hotels in New York City

that use this sheet.

You find her?

Uh, no. Nothing.

What you got?

This.

It's caviar from
the vic's stomach.

Mm.
And not just any
type of caviar.

It's Almas.

Means "diamond" in Russian
and is priced like one.

An ounce will set you back $682.

Is it just me, or are you
getting more thorough?

It's Anna.

A waitress I know
from Petrossian.

She...

hooked me up one night.

Mm.

What do you have?
Hey.

Expensive fish eggs
that you can only find

at three of the Lynford Hotels.

How about you?
Expensive sheets.

Used in five Lynford Hotels.

And one in common.

TAYLOR:
The Dunsmore.

Home to diplomats
from around the world

when the United Nations
is in special session.

According to hotel records,

room service delivered one order
of Almas caviar last night.

To room 523.

Registered to a trade
representative from Tescara.

It's this island...

BONASERA:
In the Atlantic.

It was admitted
to the U.N. in '91.

We had a base there

during the Cold War.

It's currently known
for its free trade zone.

Means no tax and less oversight.

What's his name?

Robert Costa.

MAN:
You have a warrant,
of course.

I'll take it.

Tony heads up security
for the delegation.

He's paid to be suspicious.

So are we.

Yes, Robert meets with
the Secretary General at 2:00.

That should put him
in the hall at 4:00,

no later.

Can I get you anything?

You can tell us

what you were
doing last night.
I was here.

Working.

And your boys were

with you the whole time?

These are not my
"boys," Detective.

Downstairs in ten minutes?

Sure.

Tom supervises

my transportation.

And I have your
revised speech.
Bring it.

And Frank is my chief aide.

We're here to
promote economic ties

with countries beyond
our Atlantic region.

And all you guys'll

back his story?

Hey, what are you deaf?

COSTA:
Frank suffered partial
hearing loss last year

when we went scuba diving
off the coast of Belize.

Gentlemen, you can continue

your "promoting"
anywhere but this suite.

It's ours now.

I love the smell of a cover-up
in the afternoon...

don't you?

♪ ♪

If you're going to clean up
this well,

why dump the body
with the sheets?

You can easily
get rid of sheets.

But a mattress is
a different story.

What do you do
when you can't sleep?

Work?

No, I mean what do
normal people do

when they can't sleep?

They flip the pillow
to the cool side.

( sighs)

BONASERA:
Bleach city.

I'm getting frustrated.

Don't get mad,

get even.

FLACK:
It must be February 2nd
for Robert Costa,

'cause it's Groundhog Day.

Ten years ago, Robert Costa's

a college student
here in New York.

He gets accused of raping
and murdering a coed

named Susan Young.

Jersey state trooper
finds the body

in the wetlands.

NYPD tracks it back
to Costa's dorm room.

Same cause of death.

Same linear cuts
on her thighs and arms.

BONASERA:
The DNA analysis

of her vaginal sample came back

a mixture of an unknown male...

FLACK:
which
helped Costa's

defense play the whore card.

And Robert Costa.

Yeah. Guess who
took the stand

on Costa's behalf?

His dorm mates...

Tony Garcia, Frank Barret,
Tom Martin.

And the verdict came back
"not guilty."

FLACK:
His embassy
brought in

serious legal muscle,

and his dorm mates offered
enough contradictory testimony

that the jury couldn't prove

beyond a reasonable doubt
that he did it.

Costa's employed
all three ever since.

Driver, personal security
and chief aide.

All pulling down 200 Gs a year.

Crime may not pay...

Robert Costa sure does.

Now, is this a great country
or what?

I mean, back in
'94, you're hangin'

with your boys at a dorm,
and now look at you.

Ten years and two murders later,

you're working
with the U.N.,

livin' large at the Dunsmore.

You have an active imagination,
Detective.

TAYLOR:
Not that active.

I found blood
matching a female Jane Doe

on one of the coils
of your hotel bed.

We're looking for the name
of that woman.

It is a hotel.

That blood could have been there
for a while.

FLACK:
Hey, look, pal,
that may play

where you come from,

but you're in the big time now.

Got to step up your lies.

I'm as American as you are.

Andover, Columbia undergrad

and a master's from Yale.

Yeah?

Guess what? Where I come from,

still makes you a foreigner.

TAYLOR:
When we find out who she is,

we'll track her back to you.

I don't know her name.

I met her

at a function,
and we went back to the hotel.

No, no, I can't, not tonight.

Menstrual blood has never
bothered me.

FLACK:
Yeah?

How does your wife

feel about it?

Even though
I cleaned up the mattress,

some of it might have seeped
its way through to the coil

after she left.

So this is who was under
all that silver makeup, huh?

Does he have a name?

Not yet.

Right. That's my job, huh?

C.O.D.?
HAWKES:
A rarity

for me down here.

Death was natural.

Cerebral aneurysm.

Quick and painless.

Mm, for him,
not the Swedish tourists

whose shoes he landed on.

Irony is, he was dead
long before they came by.

Really?
Yeah.

Bloated and discolored abdomen

due to putrefactive gasses.

Blood cells are breaking down.

So, body's already
in full decomp mode.

How long has he been dead?

At least 48 hours.
Whoa, whoa,
whoa, whoa.

I mean, if he's been
dead for two days,

then he wasn't eating fast food
for dinner last night.

So that receipt you found
belongs to someone else.

HAWKES:
Yeah.

Probably the same person
that trimmed his beard.

Take a look.

Shaving cuts.

Postmortem.

Now, if he didn't shave himself,

he didn't paint his face,

don the costume,
or strike the pose

on his own, either.

BURN:
All right.

Mysterious, yes,
and a bit twisted,

but this guy wasn't murdered,

so whoever did this isn't
looking at a felony charge,

so, our job is done here.

MESSER:
Oh, no, not
so fast.

I mean,
he may have died naturally,

but everything
that happened afterwards wasn't.

Something's up.

TAYLOR:
Danny, got a sec?

Sure. What's up?

Heard your D.B. died
of natural causes.

Dish the case out
of the Crime Lab.

Let the precinct detectives
run with it.

Mac, with all due respect,

there's a lot

of suspicious circumstances

running around this one.

The corpse was re-dressed,

and then put back
out on the street.

But not murdered.

You're chasing a misdemeanor.

I don't want it compromising
active cases.

Last time I checked,
a misdemeanor was still a crime.

I mean, these people who
put money in his tip cup,

didn't even know
the guy was dead.

I'm not condoning the behavior,
Danny...

just prioritizing.

Something I shouldn't
have to do for you.

Stay on track.

We pull a new case?

No, no.

We're still, uh,
running the human statue.

Really? That's funny.

'Cause from where
I was standing,

it didn't look like
Mac gave the go-ahead.

Oh, Aiden, when I say
we're good, we're good.

( beep)

How did we do with
the hotel garbage?

Whoever killed her
tossed everything away.

Did you pull all this
from the same bin?

Everything was together.

Green dress, bloody.

DNA belonging to the vic.

Bottles of bleach,
most likely belonging

to whoever cleaned up the mess.

And most importantly,

a possible murder weapon

with the traces
of blood on the edge.

Did you find a purse?

With a Wyoming

driver's license in it,
name of Jenny Lee.

Stella's already on it.

You and Jenny Lee were
roommates for five years.

Was she seeing anyone?

Lately, she was dating
Europeans, I think.

Europeans, as in more than one?

She started seeing one,

and then

she pulled a Jenny
and moved up a rung.

The first one would still
come by every so often.

Would you, uh,
be able to describe him

to a sketch artist?

Yeah.

It's really tough
to get into Juilliard.

She was a good dancer, you know?

If she'd stuck with it,
she could have worked.

But that's not who Jenny was.

Hmm.

She was 22.

She never got a chance
to figure out who she was.

That our murder weapon?

Mm-hmm.

Chad said he found no trace
of semen on the sheet.

Then he must have worn a condom.

Just got the tox report back.

Jenny Lee had

an elevated blood alcohol level

as well as a nasty dose

of roofies in her system.

Here we are.

Mmm.

TAYLOR:
We didn't find
any condoms

in the trash.

And Jane didn't find
any lubricants

on the sexual assault kit
slides.

Well, we've gone
to trial with less.

And Robert Costa's beat
a murder rap with more.

We follow the book on this one.

Chapter and verse.

Starting with this.

BONASERA:
Two distinct patterns.

Could mean two bleeders.

( beeping)

MESSER:
Come on. Give me something.

Nice. Boom.

Surveillance video

from a building across
the street came in.

I'm gonna get into it.

Victim's name is John Hawkins.

( beeping)

Look at that.

Your boy, Lilly.

You remember him?

I'm Burn, he's Messer.

Easy.

He busted our guy
nine times on a 240-20.

BURN:
Nine disorderly
conduct charges.

That's excessive.

Something's up.

Yeah, and I'm gonna
find out what.

There were two
distinct DNA samples

on the bottle,

and one of them
matched the victim.

The other one match
the secondary reference sample

we took from Robert Costa's
hairbrush?

No. Came back
to Tom Martin.

BONASERA:
Robert Costa's
driver?

Mm-hmm. Seemed

Tom Martin knocked
his girlfriend around

four years ago, landed himself

in the system for his trouble.

First, Robert told us
he didn't know Jenny.

That was lie number one.

Then he told us he
met her that night
at a function.

Lie number two.

MARTIN:
Robert meets many people

when he's in New York.

It's possible he simply forgot.

Well, how's your memory?

According to Jenny's roommate,

Jenny was seeing someone

who looks a lot like you.

Until she moved onward
and upward to dating Mr. Costa.

There are lots of men
in this country

who look like me.

Fairly average.

I wouldn't sell yourself short.

You're unique, or at
least your blood is.

And we found it

on a piece of glass
used to kill Jenny.

Must have happened

when you were cleaning up.

You're insinuating
that I murdered her?

No. We're just telling you

we found evidence
that you cleaned up

after she was already dead.

BONASERA:
How does that work?

Robert Costa steals your girl,

he kills her, and then you help
him clean up his mess?

MARTIN:
Jenny was

nothing to me.

Robert was through with her.

Take her home.

( clearing her throat)

Forget it.

I'm going to find someone

who wants me to spend the night.

That's the last I saw of her.

But I did cut myself that night.

It was on something stuck

on the limos' hubcap.

You know, you may have
gotten away

with perjury ten years ago,
but it's not gonna happen again.

I heard you went
through the hotel's garbage.

You know how everything

gets mixed up in there.

Innocent until proven guilty.

It's still the basis
of your legal code.

BONASERA:
And what's your code?

Protect Robert Costa
no matter what he does?

You're mistaking my loyalty
for dishonesty.

TAYLOR:
No.

You're mistaking cowardice
for loyalty.

Your tactics don't frighten me.

It's not my tactics you need

to worry about; it's my results.

I'm gonna prove

what happened to Jenny Lee,

and this time, it's gonna stick

to both you and Robert Costa.

We can place Jenny Lee

in Robert Costa's hotel room.

No, these guys have
their story down.

Robert's gonna stay
with his half of the story

about how her blood
got on that coil,

and Tom will stick
with his half of the story

about how she walked off
down the hallway.

They bleached the whole room.

Smart.

They flip the mattress,
and housekeeping comes in

and erases evidence
of their cleaning.

We also have blood
on the murder weapon

from Tom Martin

on top of blood from Jenny Lee.

BONASERA:
Well, the murder weapon

we found in the garbage.

The defense is gonna scream

cross-contamination.

Yeah. We know Jenny
was doped with roofies.

We couldn't find a trace of it

in Robert Costa's room.

That's because you were looking

in the wrong place.

The four Musketeers
entered the country

together last month.

One of them was carrying
roofies: Tony Garcia.

They let him keep it?
Yeah.

Based on his connection

to the trade delegation
he was, and I quote,

"afforded the privilege of
retaining his prescription."

GARCIA:
I have a legitimate prescription
from a doctor in Paris.

Problem is,

roofies aren't approved
for sale in the U.S.

The customs agent
filed a report.

What do you need
roofies for, anyway?

I have a sleep disorder.

You provide security.

It's your job to stay awake.

So maybe the roofies
are for someone else.

Like, say, Robert Costa.

He comes to you all jazzed up

for his big date rape
that night...

You hook him up.

Robert has no access
to my medications.

Okay, so you
bring the drug to him.

I get it.
He's the queen bee.

You're just here to service him.

See, man, you don't understand.

Where we come from,

your childhood friends
are your lifetime friends.

And if you don't have friends,
you have nothing.

TAYLOR:
Sure you do.

You have the truth.

( beat-boxing)

( boom box playing
"Washington Post March")

That's Duncan.

He rides by each day.

Same time. Same song.

Yeah? You know everybody
on your beat, or what?

I try to remember
faces, habits, you know,

I want to be a good cop.

Don't we all.

So does he look familiar?

This is our victim.

John Hawkins.

No way.

John's not a performer;
he's a homeless guy.

Parks himself
on Chambers Street.

Can't be John
under all that paint.

His fingerprints disagree.

He was a good guy.

Down and out, yeah,
but he never harmed anyone.

Then why'd you bust him
nine times on a 240-20,

disorderly conduct?

That's a crap charge.

You making collars for dollars,
or what?

John... he wasn't
all there anymore.

Got confused a lot.

Last winter, it was bitter cold.

Every now and then,
I'd help him out.

John... John,

how come you didn't go
to the shelter

like I told you?

That's all right.

Don't worry about it.

This is Officer Lilly,
requesting a 10-85.

Only thing I ever heard him
say was "thank you."

This makes no sense then.

He such a nice guy,

why is somebody playing dress-up
with his corpse?

I didn't find any other
trace in the wound track.

The parallel cuts on her
thighs and her arms

are consistent with
glass shards.

So nothing new there either.

However...

Jenny Lee had a very unusual...

abdominal condition.

A fizzy navel.

I found traces of champagne

in the dermis of her umbilicus.

The sample's also positive

for amylase.

Saliva?

You can't tell the vintage

if you don't know
what it tastes like.

Mmm.
( chuckling)

Also found traces of champagne

on her chest and pelvic region.

The champagne was heavily
dosed with roofies.

Well, that doesn't make sense.

Why would you put roofies
in a girl's drink

only to ingest it yourself?

I don't know.
But whoever touched the stuff,

would have passed out
within minutes.

Right. And roofies has
an amnesiac quality.

So Robert would have no memory

of what happened that night.

Did you send the sample

of saliva down to DNA?

Jane's already on it.

Well, there's only one man who
drank from Jenny Lee's navel.

Robert Costa.

Mm-hmm.
The only thing

he knows for certain

is that he woke up with
a dead woman in his bed,

and the possibility
of life without parole

if he didn't get rid of her.

Well, there was something
else of interest.

The blood from the ring found
at the laundry facility

came from the victim, of course.

But there were epithelials
on the ring.

And they have a connection

to Robert Costa.

They come from a woman.

And they have one allele

in common at seven loci.

The epithelials come
from his grandmother?
Mm-hmm.

Has a man ever given you a ring

that's belonged to his family
for a couple of generations?

Once.

What did that ring say to you?

Oh, he was quite in love.

Please tell me you got something
off the surveillance tape.

Because if I come up dry,

Mac's going to chew you
a new one, right?

Right.

Then you're lucky I'm good.

Check this out.

On the left is our victim...

John Hawkins from yesterday
moments before

our Swedish tourists
had the shock of their lives.

The picture on the right

is from two days ago.

They look identical.

But two days ago,
we know John was dead.

You saying he was
on the street all that time?

I know both images look
like the same person.

But pictures lie.
Math doesn't.

I'm using the length of his ulna
as a measurement standard.

Assigning it a unit
length of one.

Okay, so comparing the length
of John's femur

to his ulna,
you get a ratio of 1.63 to 1.

Okay, so...
I'm with you.

John's femur is 1.63 times
longer than his ulna.

What about the other image?

BURN:
Human statue caught
on tape two days ago

has a femur to ulna ratio
of 1.75 to 1.

Two different ratios
mean two different people.

And the clothes John was
re-dressed in were way too big.

So there's a good chance

they belong
to "Mr. 1.75 to 1."

That makes our mystery statue
our prime suspect.

Are we almost done here?

TAYLOR:
Replicating unique blood
patterns takes time, Chad.

BONASERA:
Having fun, Chad?

How's it going?

This represents
the blood pattern

if Jenny Lee was alone
in the bed.

It's inconsistent with the sheet
that we found at the laundry.

Here's a sample of Jenny
with Robert

if they were side by side.

No match.

Same with this one.

Let me guess...
Robert on top of Jenny?

Mm-hmm.

Oh, Chad, you can
go back to work.

Thanks.

( groans)

Grab an end.

It's a match.
She was definitely on top.

Jenny Lee had significantly less

body mass than Robert Costa.

So if they were drinking
at approximately the same time,

then the roofies
knocked her out first.

If she passes out first, how
does she get on top of Robert?

BONASERA:
She was put there.

But if Costa didn't kill her,

why the cleanup?

Susan Young...

was nothing to you.

Probably wasn't that hard

to kill her, was it?

Jenny Lee was different.

Wasn't just a one-night stand

or a fling.

You cared about her.

This ring is an
heirloom, isn't it?

We found your grandmother's
DNA on it.

You actually loved
this girl, didn't you?

I didn't kill Jenny Lee.

I know you didn't.

But you know someone who did.

I'm setting our timeline back,

before Jenny got
her throat slashed,

to when someone dosed
the champagne

with roofies.

TAYLOR:
Anything turn up?

Yes and no.

I found the same print

on both the bottle of roofies
and the champagne cork.

However, the print doesn't match

either Robert Costa

or Tom Martin.

So we're looking

for someone else.

Lots of people

had access to the room
before Robert and Jenny

drank the champagne,
but after they passed out,

how did the killer get in?

I don't think he ever left.

TAYLOR:
Then there's traces
of someone else

in that room.

BURN:
Found another hair.

And once again, it's compromised

by silver paint

and has no skin tags.

It won't help.

What are you doing?

You giving up on me?

Don't even go there,
because I had your back, Danny.

I followed you down this road

knowing Mac told you
to drop the case, did he not?

Look, we're following
a hot lead, all right?

So if we get heat on this,
I'll take it.

There's nothing
on your shoulders.

Don't worry about it.

That's not the point, Danny.

There were no prints
on the buttons

on the jackets
or the snaps on the pants.

The hair from the sweater
and the hat

were a bust.

We've got to start
facing facts here.

That's just the clothes.

What about
the paint coating them?

Silver metallic aerosol.

Dimethylbenzene,

acrylic resin,
butyl phenyl methyl ester...

Silver spray paint

sold in 274 stores
across the city.

You're right. You're right.

I should face up to the facts.

Fact one... these guys,
human statues,

they stand still
all day long, am I right?

That's a lot of time

on your feet.

It's an orthotic insole.

This brings me to
fact number two.

Orthotics are specifically
fitted to an individual foot.

That right there is

as good as a name.

Next time you get the sweater,
I'll take the shoes.

Ulna... 12 inches.

You've got phenomenal balance,
Mr. Scott.

Is all this really necessary?

Yes, it is.

Femur... 21.

MESSER:
21 divided by 12

is 1.75.

You've got a femur to ulna ratio
of 1.75 to 1.

Same as the guy who posed a dead
John Hawkins on the street.

What were you trying to do?

Scare a few tourists?
Get a laugh?

No. This wasn't a joke.

What did he do...
Tick you off and this

was your way of getting back
at him, or what?

No. I barely knew the guy.

Then why'd you do it?

He didn't say "thank you."

There you go, my man.

Hey.

I see him every night
on my way home.

If I've had a decent day,
I spread the wealth.

So, you're a good Samaritan?

No. I'm just a big believer
in karma.

I live off tips.

If people don't give, I starve.

If I don't give, he starves.

I get it. What goes around,
comes around.

But how does helping
the homeless

become "corpse on display"?

I saw an opportunity.

I took it.

Hey.

BURN:
So you posed him

and then waited
for the cash to flow in.

This isn't about the money.

Oh.
Look, I may not

move a muscle when I work,

that doesn't mean it's
not exhausting.

MESSER:
Yeah, well, you know
what, we all got

to make a living and it's not
easy for any of us.

But we got to do it.

Yeah, but you get sick days

and vacation days
and personal time.

I don't.

For the last three years,
I've been out on that street

eight hours a day,
seven days a week.

Hottest days of summer,

coldest days of winter.

I'm dead tired.

I needed a day off.

That's all.

One day where I could be
a real person and not a statue.

So, you figured there was a way
for John to thank you after all.

By holding your place
on the sidewalk.

What'd you do
with your free day?

Nothing.

Absolutely nothing.

Well, that's that.

TAYLOR:
A hearing aid.

You share a suite
with Tom Martin

and Tony Garcia when
you're in the city.

That gave you access
to Tony's prescription.

That's your print on the bottle.

It's commonly prescribed
in Europe.

For sleeping disorders.

You've had one for the last
ten years, haven't you?

A guilty conscience
will do that.

That's also your print.

Tom on his way with Jenny?

They should be right here.

See you tomorrow.

BONASERA:
But you didn't leave.

You hid in the closet.

Then all you had to do was wait.

You thought waiting
would be the easy part.

But it didn't turn out that way.

( panting)

That's why you didn't answer
Detective Flack

when he asked you if you
were working with Robert

the night of the murder.

You were missing
one of your hearing aids.

I've known Robert Costa
since childhood.

What possible motive would I
have for going through all that?

Revenge.

Susan Young.

You cut Jenny Lee's
arms and legs

the same way Robert cut
Susan's arms and legs.

You knew we'd
match it to Robert.

Ten years ago,

there was a second DNA sample

collected
in the Susan Young case.

It was semen.

And back then they couldn't
find a match to it

because there was nothing
to match it to.

Until we found your hearing aid.

Robert killed Susan.

She didn't want him,
and he raped her and killed her.

Who did she want, you?

Yes.

If you wanted

to get back at him,

why didn't you kill his wife?

He didn't love his wife.

He merged with her family.

Robert had never been in love
until he meet Jenny.

You could have just left
after you killed her.

No. No, you couldn't,

because you had been waiting
ten years, hadn't you?

You waited ten years,
until you saw Robert

come face-to-face
with what he had done

to the woman you loved.

( screaming)

And you were going to be there,
no matter what.

I'll let
Jenny Lee's parents know.

I'd hate for them to think that
their daughter died for nothing.

MESSER:
Whoa. Check you out.

You're lucky you
and I work together,

you know that?

Keep dreaming, Messer.

I mean, you're cute,
but I'm way out of your league.

Where you off to?

I got plans.

Don't worry about it.

I'm not worried about it.

I'm out of here, Mac.

I thought we agreed you were
going to pass your case off.

I agreed I'd stay on track.

I did. I closed the case.

Against my orders.

I don't tell you one thing

and then you do another.

That's not how it works.

You mean it doesn't count?

Sorry. That was out of line.

Look, you got to learn

you're not a one-man army.

We're all connected.

What you do affects everyone
here. You got it?

Loud and clear.

Good night.