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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?

♪ ♪

I-I...

Get him out of my face.