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No, no!

No, no, no!

♪ They call me Stacey ♪

♪ They call me "wait" ♪

♪ They call me "Jane" ♪

♪ That's not my name ♪

♪ That's not my name ♪

♪ That's not my name ♪

♪ That's not my name ♪

♪ They call me quiet,
but I'm a riot ♪

♪ Mary-Jo-Lisa
always the same ♪

♪ That's not my name ♪

♪ That's not my name ♪

♪ That's not my name ♪

♪ That's not my name ♪

Ow!

♪ I'm the last kid
standing up against the wall ♪

♪ Keep up, falling, these heels,
they keep me boring ♪

♪ Getting glammed up
and sitting on the fence now ♪

♪ So alone
all the time of night ♪

♪ Lock myself away... ♪

And then she says,
"I didn't sleep with him.

I just tired him out
and left his ass in bed."

You believe that slut?

Housekeeping.

Chester, I swear to you,
if that girl

wasn't my best friend,
I'd drop that bitch-and-a-half.

Oh, this is so gross.

Housekeeping.

I should burn these.

♪ They call me "hell" ♪

♪ They call me "Stacey" ♪

Housekeeping.

Housekeeping.

Housekeeping.

♪ That's not my name. ♪

Talk to me.

Motel manager went looking
for his missing cleaning lady.

Found this instead.

No forced entry.

Could mean our vic
knew her killer and
let him in herself.

We know who she is?

Initial search of the room
turned up no ID.

Nothing on the body, either.

Hey, Mac,

does she look familiar to you?

I feel like I've seen her
somewhere before.

We know who rented the room?

Yeah. You're going to love this.

The desk clerk described him

as male, early 30s,
medium build,

baseball cap and sunglasses.

And he paid cash.

Other motel guests
hear anything?

Well, Mr. and Mrs. Smith
next door checked out

two hours after they checked in,

and the room over
was a girls' night.

They left this behind.

Bikini wax party.

Apparently not all
their customers are women.

Ouch.

Do we have an ID on the
missing cleaning lady?

Yeah. Lila Wickfield.

Nobody's seen or heard from her

since she started her rounds
at 7:30 this morning.

I already got an alarm out.

You think she may be a witness?

Or another victim.

♪ Out here in the fields ♪

♪ I fight for my meals ♪

♪ I get my back into my living ♪

♪ Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah. ♪

♪ I'm talking, people,
about the same old game ♪

♪ They're running them numbers,
and the winners never change ♪

♪ The dice is loaded,
and the deck is stacked ♪

♪ The game itself
will hold you back ♪

♪ Check out your mind
and don't be blind ♪

♪ To the numbers game... ♪

Got a boot print.

Bathroom door's still locked
from the inside.

Window's open.

So our Jane Doe runs
into the bathroom,

locks herself inside and tries
to escape through the window.

Still doesn't explain
what happened

to our missing housekeeper.

Hey, Mac.

Looks like our victim
couldn't say no to drugs.

Purple?

That's heroin, right?
Or some other
kind of opiate.

We'll have to confirm it
back at the lab.

Now I know why
she looked so familiar.

It's Anabel Pino.

Wasn't there a Dr. Pino
at the ME's office?

Marty Pino.

Right.

You're kidding me.

We worked a bunch
of cases together.

I actually met her once.

He used to talk about her
all the time.

He's been gone a while.

Marty liked to gamble.

He dug himself into a deep hole.

Sid caught him falsifying
his overtime slips.

He had no choice
but to let him go.

I did talk to him
about a year ago.

Sounded like things went
from bad to worse

and that Anabel
wanted him to move out.

So, Marty Pino could be our guy

in the baseball cap
and sunglasses.

No, no, wait a minute.

He got into some
financial trouble.

But murder?

There's no way
he's capable of this.

I think a guy who's hit bottom
is capable of anything.

I know a lot of my colleagues
worked cases with you,

and they all say that
you're a good man.

And, Marty, I know
you know how this works,

so I'm just going to
come out and ask you.

Did you shoot your wife?

Of course not.

The only problem
that I have with that answer

is that you can't tell me

where you were last night.

I told you, I was at the house.

But no one can verify that.

What's cooking?
John Doe.

Dr. Sheldon Hawkes.

The man we all want
to be when we grow up.

If you had at least
made a phone call,

I could confirm that
with a phone record.

I'm sorry.
I went to bed early.

And you didn't wonder
where your wife was?

Sometimes... she'd take off
for a couple of days

after arguments.

How big was the last one?

I didn't kill my wife.

We found size nine

boot prints at the crime scene.

That's your size, isn't it?

I didn't kill my wife.
Then who did?

I don't know.

Marty.

Your wife was a
grade school teacher

who never even got
a parking ticket

and we found her shot
dead in a motel room

with traces of heroin
on her blouse.

Was there another guy?

She wasn't h-having an affair.

I'll be right back.

What's up?

Come on. What are you doing?
The man just lost his wife.

He's lying about something.
He's scared, confused.

And he's your friend, Sheldon,

so I understand why you're
hearing something different.

There's no doubt
Marty's made some mistakes.

But I know he loved his wife.
He couldn't have killed her.

Okay, then prove it.

Oh, Professor P.

How are you?

Better, now that you're here.

It's been too long.

Yes.

I've been following
your career, Stella.

You have made me very proud.

But I'm not surprised.

You were my best student.

That's why I always
called on you.

I sat in the front row.

You couldn't see past that
without your glasses,

which you could never find.

Uh, they're in
your pocket, by the way.

Truth... it was your hair.

I didn't need my glasses
to know it was you.

So, what brings you by?

Well...

these.

King Philip II, 352 BC.

Are they real?

Yes.

The coins are real,
and two people

have already been
killed over them.

Does the name

Sebastian Diakos
mean anything to you?

Pleasure to meet you.

I've heard the name, yes,

but I don't know much
about him, I'm afraid.

What about George Kolovos?

How can I be of assistance?

You said you had a...
a photograph of a coin.

Stella...

these are very dangerous men
you're asking about.

That's why I've come to you.

You know the antiquities world

better than anyone.

So, you think there are more
of these coins

in circulation?
Yes, and Diakos and Kolovos

will do whatever they can
to get their hands on them.

Just before I left Greece
for New York,

I heard that several tombs
had been discovered

in Cyprus believed to have dated
back to King Philip II,

but the treasures inside them
were never found.

Soon after, the names
Sebastian Diakos
and George Kolovos

surfaced within
the archaeology community

as two of the men suspected
of raiding the tombs.

Except, from what I heard,

they were double-crossed
by their partners

and fled the country
with nothing.

So, if their partners sold
the coins on the black market,

Diakos and Kolovos
will go after the buyers

to get them back.

These men are ruthless.

In Cyprus, they've been trying

to arrest them for years.

I wouldn't rule out
those two seeking revenge

on their partners, as well.

Stella,

these coins belong
to the Cypriot government.

They should be in a museum.

And those men should be in jail
for antiquities smuggling,

a very serious crime
in that country.

So is murder.

Only, I can't find Diakos.

And Kolovos works
as a consultant

to the Greek embassy,

which gives him
diplomatic immunity.

Something tells me
that's not going to stop you.

We're going to do
everything we can

to find who did this.

Sid, it's Anabel.

Marty finally asked me
to marry him.

You're the closest thing
I have to a father.

Would you give me away?

I'm so glad you're gonna be
there to share it with me.

This is gonna be the best day
of my life.

Thank you so much
for being there for me.

I can't do this.

Sid, where you going?

I told Marty when
he was dating Anabel

that she was the one.

She was perfect for him.

He just didn't know it.

Once I told him
he couldn't come back to work

until he popped the question.

And at the wedding,

during the ceremony,

I remember Anabel turned to me

and whispered, "Thank you."

I can't cut her open, Sheldon.
I'm sorry.

Okay.

I'll have to get someone
else to do the post.

Address for Lila Whitfield,
the missing motel housekeeper.

Swing by her place,

see if there's anything
that can help find her.

You all right?

I don't know.
I mean, this is crazy.

I mean, Marty was one of us,

and now we're questioning him
for murder?

Six years in med school
to become a player, huh?

No, I was already a player,
Messer.

I just needed the bank
to pay for the Porsche.

All right, I officially hate you
right now.

Shut up.

It just doesn't add up.

You want to step back,
I understand.

No, no, I can't do that.

I'm good. I'll see you later.

Danny,

how's Lindsay doing?

Uh, she said she looks
like a whale,

and she's bored.

And she also said
she found a dead bee

on her parents' property,

and that she was tempted
to rope it off

with crime scene tape
and start processing.

Well, next time you talk to her,
you tell her we miss her.

Hey, buddy.

Hey, just got back
from the ME's office.

The nine-mil that killed Anabel.

Hollowpoints.

Looks like the nose
didn't mushroom on impact.

Exactly, because it entered
the body backwards.

Must have hit an intermediary
target before it hit Anabel.

That's the only reason
a round would do that.

Except we didn't find anything
with a bullet hole in it

at the crime scene.
Then what'd it hit?

Motel manager said that
after we left this morning,

some guy called asking questions

about who was assigned
to clean the room

Anabel's body was found in.

He'll be our guy
in the baseball cap
and sunglasses.

That's what I'm thinking.

Looks like someone beat us
to Lila's apartment. NYPD!

Looks like our missing
housekeeper's still missing.

Hey!

Baseball cap and sunglasses.

Heard you found something.

Results on the white powder
from Anabel's blouse.

Diacetylmorphine. Confirms
what we thought: heroin.

Almost pure.
No cutting agents
were detected,

so it probably never hit
the streets.

Well, if it was pure,

what are all these other peaks?

GCMS couldn't ID them,
so I went to the XRF.

Elemental analysis indicated
the building blocks of DNA.

Heroin's man-made
from morphine resin

extracted
out of the opium poppy,

so the DNA could be
from the opium flower itself.

That's what I thought at first,

but take a look at this.

Protein spectra?

In addition to the DNA,

the sample also contained

protein components;
that one in particular

caught my attention.

I'd been searching
for an ID right now.

Hmm.

Here we go.

Looks like you found a match.

"PrPSc."

Yeah.

In its mutated form.

The prion that causes
Creutzfeldt-Jakob disease,

a degenerative neurological
condition.

Highly transmissible.

So if this prion is mixed in
with those drugs,

then our heroin wasn't
just made by a human,

it was made out of a human.

I think I know
who the donor was.

Mike Stevenson came in
a couple days ago, a floater.

Washed up with a zip tie
still cinched around his neck.

And whoever killed Mike
cut him open

and removed several pieces.

Organ harvesting?

Well, that's my original

theory, too,
but that's where these come in.

Track marks.

Tissue distribution levels
indicated the victim shot up

immediately prior to death.

If you're in the business
of supplying

transplantable tissues,
why would you go after organs

loaded with potentially
fatal contaminants?

You wouldn't.

The victim's brain.

The caudate nucleus
of the basal ganglia.

You see these holes?

Spongiform encephalopathy.

The physical manifestation

of Creutzfeldt-Jakob disease.

It's caused by the same prion
you found in our heroin sample.

It's extremely rare.

First case I've ever seen.

This means that the heroin
we recovered at the crime scene

was extracted from
this victim's organs.

The killer knew
this victim was an addict

and that his organs
would contain

high amounts
of unmetabolized drug.

But why would someone

go through the trouble
of harvesting a junkie's organs

to make heroin when you
can buy it on the street?

Maybe some dealer's supply
dried up and he got creative.

This city is full of addicts
walking around the streets

with plenty of viable drugs
circulating in their system.

If that's the case,
what's it have to do

with our missing housekeeper

and Anabel Pino's murder?

Just finished processing
Lila Wickfield's apartment.

Nothing indicating
her whereabouts,

but I did find trace amounts

of heroin on her kitchen table.

Heroin? Run it for
a chemical fingerprint.

See if we get a match to the
heroin at the crime scene.

What about our suspect
in the baseball cap
and sunglasses?

We have any idea who he is
or what he's looking for?

Drew a blank
on foreign prints and DNA.

But when I looked
at Lila's computer,

I noticed the activity log
on her e-mail was accessed

two minutes
before Flack and I arrived.

Short time window. It must've
been accessed by the intruder.

He open any files?

Yeah, he did. Two.

The first one was an e-mail sent
from a guy named Chester Bryson.

What's his relation to Lila?
Not sure,

but the e-mail had a hot

and heavy vibe to it.

Chester could be her boyfriend.

Yeah, I wouldn't bet against it.

What about the second file?

It was an address book program

that was accessed immediately
after the e-mail

when our suspect looked up
Chester's home address.

So we're trying

to track him down right now.

Anabel Pino is killed;
Lila Wickfield goes missing;

and now our guy in the baseball
cap and sunglasses

is after her boyfriend...
So what's he looking for?

Hey.
Stan Trovato called.

The coins we asked him
to forge are ready.

Good. Contact Kolovos,

tell him that our sellers
are ready to make the deal.

Stella, before we go forward
with this, I have two things

that I have to ask you.

Mac doesn't know.

He can't.

He already asked me
to stand down.

You said he called Diakos
your Moby Dick...

The one that got away.

If you don't show up for work
for a couple of days,

he's gonna figure out
you're whale-hunting.

Yeah, well, I told Mac I needed
to take a couple sick days.

And after that?

I don't know.

Look, Angell.

This sting is the only way
we're gonna get Kolovos

to tell us where Diakos is.

Which brings me
to my second question:

Even if Kolovos takes the bait,

we make a deal for the coins
and catch him in the act,

the man has diplomatic immunity
in this country

and no reason to cooperate.

You're right.
But what if I told you

we weren't gonna arrest him
in the United States?

Like I said, there's more

where those came from.

How many exactly?

200, give or take.

KOLOVOS
I'll take.
What's your price?

$600,000.

Let's make it five
and you have a deal.

I said six.

Then six it is.

How long do you think it'll take
you to put the money together?

You just worry about delivery.

It's the number for
a shipping container.

Brooklyn Yards.
Tomorrow, 2:00 P.M.

We have a deal then.

Just make sure you're alone.

If this turns out
to be a setup, I'll kill you.

Microscopic examination of the
slug pulled from Anabel's body

revealed two kinds of fibers
stuck to the nose.

IR spec on the first
came back as polypropylene.

Plastic.

Yes. Second was wood pulp.
Consistent with packing paper.

Pretty generic.

Right. But the IR also found
trace amounts of heroin adhering

to both types of fibers.

Plastic wrap and packing paper
are commonly used

to wrap kilos of narcotics.

That's the intermediary target.

The bullet must have begun
its flight

with a normal ballistic spin,

but when it impacted
the kilo of heroin,

the aerodynamic integrity
was interrupted,

causing the bullet to tumble

and enter the victim's body
backwards.

Okay, except we only found
trace amounts of heroin

at the crime scene, not a kilo.

That's because
Lila Wickfield has it.

Trace amounts of heroin
I found on her kitchen table

came back as a match to what
we found at the crime scene.

That's what the guy in the
baseball cap and sunglasses

was looking for:
a kilo of pure heroin.

So Lila's at work,

going about her business

when she finds Anabel Pino dead

on the floor and a kilo
of heroin next to the body.

And instead of calling
the police,

she gets ambitious,
grabs the drugs and takes off.

But if the guy chasing the kilo

is the same guy
who killed Anabel,

why didn't he just take the kilo
after he shot her

in the motel room?

Why don't we ask him ourselves?

Just got a case-to-case hit
on the bullet.

Steve Alvarez, goes by
the name Little Stevie.

Ex-con.

Looks like he's not afraid
to pull the trigger.

He beat a murder conviction
two years ago.

Gun was never recovered.

If Little Stevie's
still got that weapon,

we just found our killer.

Where's your vest?

It's in the trunk.

He inside?
According to my guys,
your suspect manages

this massage parlor,
but it's just a front.

He and his brother
run a loan shark operation.

Brother's the money man;

Little Stevie's the muscle.

What's wrong?

Vest is in my locker.

You're staying here.

Mac...

This is not open to debate.

Little Stevie?

Who's asking?

Members of his fan club.

Over there.

What's behind that door?

Office.

There an exit or a window?

No, sir.

All right, playtime's over.

What do I tell my customers?

Credit card's declined.
Fire drill. I don't care.

Just get everybody out of here

as quickly and as
quietly as possible.

Get out.

Carmen, that's it.

Get Mr. Jones
out of his harness.

NYPD!

Freeze! Police!

Where's Danny?

Over there!

Look at me.

Look at me!

Danny!

Flack,
he's over here.
You're dying.

All right?
It's over.

I want you to do something
good here, Stevie, all right?

I want you to give me something.

All right?

Huh?

Did you kill... Look at me!

Did you kill Anabel Pino
in a hotel room two nights ago?

Huh?

Why?

What went down?

Why'd you kill her?

It was just business, man.

Just business.

I was supposed to collect
$75,000 from the doctor.

Marty Pino?

Yeah.

Except he didn't show up.

Sent his wife.

Where the hell did you get that?

My husband.
It doesn't matter.

Please, just take it,
please.
Forget it.

We want our money.

Look, if you sell this,
you can make double

what my husband owes you.
Look, we're not
drug dealers.

We told that little worm
this was his last chance.

Now, where is he?

Where the hell is he?!

Anabel!

No!

Good luck...

finding him before we do.

I red-flagged
Marty Pino's financials,

and it turns out he's been
paying rent on this storage unit

for the last few years now.

You already take a look inside?

Yeah. Wait till you see
what he's done with the place.

I don't even want to think
about what's in one of these.

This is where he did it.

This is where he made his drugs.

Get the word out.
Marty Pino is our guy

in the baseball cap.

He's trying to get
his heroin back.

Hey, babe.

How you feeling?

That's good.

Same old same old over here.

Not who you expected?

Take a seat.

Take off your jacket
and roll up your sleeves.

What do you want?

Sebastian Diakos.

We've got your partner tied
to two homicides.

A homeless man
and a pawnshop owner.

No one's going to miss them.

Where's Diakos?

You do know
I have diplomatic immunity.

In this country, yes.

We may not be able

to put you away
as an accomplice to murder.

But in Cyprus,

you're wanted for the smuggling

and trafficking

of stolen antiquities.

I'll be sure to keep that
country off my travel itinerary.

Unfortunately,
you don't have a choice.

Mr. Kolovos, this

container you're sitting in,
it belongs to a freighter

out of Cyprus.

Once it's loaded onto deck,

you're under that
country's jurisdiction.

We've already contacted
the authorities over there.

They've got a jail cell
waiting for you.

I don't know where Diakos is.

You remember
what we said about lying?

You give me Diakos,

I let you walk.
Diakos will kill me.

Not if we get to him first.

Fine.

Some Dramamine, just in case

you get seasick.

Enjoy the cruise.

No, he's, he's in Jersey City.

Place is rented under the name
of Frank Davis.

I'm telling the truth.

Yes, you are.

Wait.

Wait. Where are you going?

We had a deal!

I lied.

Wait!

Get back here!

Let me out of here!

Let me out!

He's all yours.

Let's make a deal!

Sebastian Diakos, NYPD!

You smell that?

Cordite.

Somebody fired a gun in here.

Ah, Detective Bonasera.

Turn around and you die!

Rigor's minimal.

He's been dead
for four hours, tops.

That rules out Kolovos.

He's been on a slow boat
to Cyprus

for at least six.

What's with the coins?

The ancient Greeks
would put coins

on the eyes of their deceased
to pay the passage

from the land of the living
to the land of the dead.

Why would our shooter
go through the trouble?

Maybe he's Greek, superstitious.

Saw Diakos as a friend

and wanted him to have
a proper passing.

Professor P said
that Diakos and Kolovos

weren't just after
their antiquities,

but partners that had
double-crossed them.

Looks like that war is over.

And another just beginning.

You wanted to see me?

How you feeling?

Uh, better.

Good.

I wanted you to be
the first to know.

We found your white whale.

Communications got a 911

from an unidentified
female caller.

When units responded, they
found Sebastian Diakos murdered.

Wow.

Do we know who killed him?
Not yet.

Major Crimes is handling
the investigation.

They're asking
for our assistance.

Let me take it.

I'm sorry, Stella.

What I said before still stands.

I can't have you
investigating this.

You're too emotionally involved.

Diakos tried to kill you.

I'm going to handle
this one personally.

You already have so much
on your plate, Mac.

I know how much
this means to you.

Mac...

Yeah?

Thank you.

You're welcome.

The last 15 overdose cases
Pino worked.

I had them exhumed.

Well, you're the doctor,

but isn't this one
a few organs short?

Two kidneys, one bladder
and a liver, to be exact.

All the organs where

narcotics naturally accumulate.

And each of these bodies
is missing the same ones.

It appears as if Marty Pino
was able to produce heroin

by cutting out
and processing key organs

from his assigned
overdose cases.

He used his training
and this place

as his own personal
heroin pipeline.

Only after he lost his job

and access to dead junkies,
he resorted to murder.

Mac, I'm sorry.

You have nothing
to be sorry about, Sid.

How could you have
possibly known

this was going on?

When I hired Marty,
he was one of the best

and brightest I've ever seen.

You couldn't help but like him.

He and Anabel were over
every Sunday for dinner.

This man was my friend.

Look what he did.

Sid, I promise you
we're gonna find Marty.

We're gonna find those drugs,
and we're gonna end this.

They wanna do the deal.

When?
Tonight.

Midnight.

Whoo!

Baby, we're gonna be rich.

♪ ♪

Hey, we found Pino.

His cell phone didn't have GPS

so I got in touch with
his service provider,

got their cell tower grid
and pinged him.

They're in Queens
near Willets Point.

Get patrol bureau
to focus the search.

Tell them we're on the way.

Stuff better be good.

It's the real deal, man.

Adios.

- Uh, excuse me?
- Problem?

I don't think this is $80,000.

Really?
'Cause I counted it myself.

Well, I-I think
you might have made a mistake.

The only mistake is
you opening up your mouth!

No, no, no, no, no.
There's no problem here, man.

It's all good, bro.
If you don't like

the way I do business...
No, no, no, it's
all good, bro.

Why don't you get out of here
before I put a lot of holes

in both of you?
Take it easy, bro.

Get on the ground! All of you!

Get on the ground!

Put those drugs in the backpack.

Count to ten.

If I see anybody
get up before that,

I will blow his head off.

One...

two...

three...

NYPD! Nobody move!

Come on! Get up!
Put the gun down!

- Get on the ground!
- No!

Let me see some hands now!

Put the gun down, Marty.

Come on, Danny.
I don't wanna hurt anybody.

I just wanna get out of here.

You know that can't happen, man.
Come on.

It's over, Marty!

Put it down.

Marty, we know
you didn't kill Anabel.

No, you're wrong, Hawkes.

She's dead because of me.

No, she's not.

She thought she could help.

She thought she could reason
with the people

I owed money to.

I shouldn't have let her go.

She was so scared
they'd shoot me.

I love her, man, and she's gone.

It's my fault.

It's all my fault.

- It's gonna be okay.
- Just give me the gun.

Just give it up.
It's my fault.

I told her so many lies, Hawkes,

she had... No!

Hey!
Hey, hey!
Come on!

Come on!
Marty, Marty.

Hey! No!

No, no!
Hey!

Marty, no!

No.

There's been enough death
already.

Marty, just put
the gun down, man.

Put the gun down.

Come on, Marty.

Marty, just put
the gun down, man.

Put the gun down.

Come on.

Come on, Marty.

Hey, hey, hey.

That's it. That's it.

Drop the bag!

Turn around! Turn around, now!

I just want to know something.

How many were there?

Marty, look at me.

After you left the ME's office,
how many people did you kill

to make your drugs?

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I-I...

Get him out of my face.