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Hi.

The bottle's made
of ice for the party,

but when it hits the markets,
it'll be glass.

Can I fill you up?

Make it a double.

(crowd chatter)
You want to try
both flavors?

Here you go.

Party time.

This is awesome.

Check this out.

This is my masterpiece.

Buri Vodka.

I'd rather have her.

Straight up,

or on the rocks?

Which one tastes better?

WOMAN:
Ladies and gentlemen,

presenting Buri Vodka's

Ice Princess!

WOMAN:
She's bleeding!

Tonya! Tonya!

It's Liam! Oh, my God.

Call an ambulance! Call 911!

Stay with her.
I'll go get help.

Party was for the release
of a new vodka.

DOA is Tonya Nettles,

the face of the
promotional campaign.

Statements?
Looks like she was killed

in the basement before
she came up on that platform.

Access to the basement?

Yeah, there's
a stairway.

The manager,
a guy called

Colin Flynn, said that
only employees have access.

Well, see what
else you can get,

and I'll have
a look at the vic.

MESSER:
I'm sorry, Mac.

I got hung up.

(camera shutter clicking)

No retraction marks.

And the blood
in the fabric looks diluted.

Weapon was either
soaking wet...

...or...

She was stabbed with an icicle?

That's cold.

Not cold enough.

Our evidence is about to turn
into a big pool of water.

www.1000fr.com present

sync:FRM@mini.F

Coverage is coming down.

The air conditioning's
been lowered to 55 degrees.

This dry ice will
help stabilize the
ambient temperature.

Ice is about 25 degrees.

Given the surface area
of the crime scene,

we have about an hour maximum

to procure
what evidence may still be here.

These icicles could be
part of the murder weapon.

MONROE:
Well, we don't have
much time to find out.

TAYLOR:
You got the scene?

You good?
Yeah.

First priority's
up here.

I got uniforms

keeping the crime
scene secure downstairs

till you
get there.

Keep me
posted.
All right.

And work fast.

The manager said everyone
who handled the ice bottles

was told to wear gloves.

Everyone but our killer.

The dirty underbelly
of show business.

It can't all be
glitz and glamour.

Tonya Nettles would not
disagree with that.

It's been a long time since
I've been stood up on a date.

More wine, sir?

Sorry, Danny.

Something came up.

Phone's not working, or...?

I'm really sorry.

Are we all right?

Yeah. Sure.

These are the ice versions
of the commercial product.

They were filled with vodka
for the party.

All right, so this lift
is operated from upstairs.

Think those are from
someone at the party?

Well, they weren't our vic's.

She wasn't wearing
feathers this color.

From her killer?

Well, if they are, looks
like he flew the coop.

You're Tonya's boyfriend?

I was visiting my parents
up in Beaver Kill,

and I got stuck
on the Tapanzee Bridge

coming back.

I thought she'd be so mad
if I was late,

so I changed in the car
on the way here.

Miss, you were asked

to stay inside till
the detective talked to you.

I needed a cigarette.
I've been here all night.

It's nearly 5:00 a.m.
When was the last
you saw Tonya Nettles?

Not until her grand entrance.

She was in the basement
primping.

I was up here working.

Is there anyone
that can vouch for that?
The manager.

Won't let you go pee
without asking him first.

Take a minute.

I'll be right back.

Get anything?

Negative.

The bouncer said nobody left the
bar after Tonya was discovered.

So our witness list might
be our suspect list.

MAN (over PA):
Runners, take your marks.

CROWD:
Three! Two! One!

MAN (over PA):
Runners, proceed with caution.

Please follow the cones.

The course has been diverted.

Please follow the cones.

Proceed with caution.

The course has been diverted.

Please follow the cones.

TAYLOR:
Looks like he was pushed,

hit his head on the curb.

With all the crap on the ground,

he could have easily
lost his foong.

Lost more than his footing.

What makes somebody want
to run 26.2 miles anyway?

TAYLOR:
Read the sign.

HAWKES:
Brightness of the blood,

lividity of the face--
classic signs.

Of?
Cyanide poisoning.

In the middle
of a marathon? How?

The aid station.

Hey! No more water!

Shut this station down!

The water's bad!

Let's get it out of here!

Pour it out! Pour it out!

Dump it! Dump it!

TAYLOR:
Be thorough.

Every cup.
Anything you can find.

The volunteers wear gloves,

so even if one of them
did poison our vic,

we wouldn't get any prints.

Could still get
poison trace.

True.

Mac?

It's a high pressure valve.

An odd thing
to find at a marathon.

(siren blaring)

Senior Vice President, Latchford
Financial Partnerships.

A player.

Cause of death
was definitely not natural.

He was in superb shape.

Lungs, heart, all
the vital organs, near perfect.

So you're saying
he's actually still alive?

Tox came back negative
for cyanide poisoning.

There's also this.

Looks like
frostbite.

Yeah.

Related to COD?

Well, he didn't freeze to death,
if that's what you mean.

It's 90 degrees out there.

Bright red blood
color, facial lividity.

Rapid system failure.

Cyanide's not the only substance
that would cause these symptoms.

Right. So,
what else could it be?

Well, possibly

a hemoglobin inhibitor,
like carbon monoxide.

CO molecules absorbed
by red blood cells

destroy the blood's ability
to carry oxygen,

leading to tissue death
and organ failure.

Same symptoms as cyanide.

Just my opinion,

but cyanide seems a lot
simpler way to kill someone.

Murder's never simple, Doctor.

You ready?

Warming up as we speak.

Looks like some sort
of egg,

but the ELISA will tell us
for sure.

Enzyme linked

immunosorbent assay.

You're soaking in it.

Fish eggs.

What are fish eggs doing
on a marathon runner's shirt?

Autopsy results?

This is a good one.

A runner who somehow
has frostbite

on his face in 90-degree heat,

who died of carbon
monoxide poisoning

in the middle of Central Park.

That's just...

**

An interesting case.

Tonya Nettles
was stone cold sober.

Aren't most people when
they're at work, Sid?

I'll ignore the implication
of your question, Detective.

I only remark on it
because the young lady's

blood alcohol content
was zero percent

but her stomach was filled
with vodka.

That happens how?

The alcohol entered her body
either at the time of death

or immediately afterwards.

I'd say the vodka came in

via this wound
in her stomach.

Well, the waitresses
were pouring vodka

from bottles made of ice.

You know,
the promoter said

that she was supposed
to be holding a big ice scepter

when she came up.

Which is also filled with vodka.

I also found this trace
on her cheek

over her make-up--
some kind of grease.

Tonya had a compact.

She would have checked
her face last.

Did she have any
trace on her hands?

Nary a one.

If she didn't put it there
herself...

We have to find out who did.

BONASERA:
The nozzle was modified

to allow the largest
possible burst of gas.

TAYLOR:
Which would maximize
and accelerate the effect.

Combined with fatigue at
mile 25 of a marathon...

Less than a second's worth
of the gas

would have been enough
to kill.

Explains the frostbite also.

Adiabatic cooling of the gas
due to rapid pressure drop.

Exacerbated
by the nozzle modification.

The gas would have
been ice cold.

I think this nozzle is
one piece of our murder weapon.

Who uses carbon monoxide?

Well, there are several
practical applications.

Calibration
of home gas detectors,

semiconductor fabrication.

It's also a preservative, right?

Yeah, but that
doesn't help us much.

BONASERA:
You know what does help us?

Is the fact that this was
a premeditated attack

on a specific target,

and there has to be a motive
out there somewhere.

Flack and his guys

talked to all
the volunteers

and spectators,
right?

He didn't find anyone
with a connection to the victim.

All right, we have the how,
but not the who or the why.

Time to cast our net
a little wider.

Let's re-examine
the crime scene.

All right.

You still with us?

Yeah, yeah, I'm sorry, I just--

I can't get over the fact
that this happened

and that no one saw anything.

I've been going over
these feathers.

They're mostly rooster,
ostrich, that sort of thing.

More than likely came
from the costumes

the waiters were wearing
at the party.

You getting anything back off
the print from the scepter?

Nothing in AFIS,
but I did get a source

for the smear on Tonya's cheek.

Soy oil.

Some kind of make-up?

Soy oil's significant property

is its ability
to withstand extreme cold.

From the hydraulic lift
at the club.

But the way that platform
was set up,

Tonya couldn't have touched
the grease.

Well, transferred to Tonya

by somebody
she worked with maybe?

No CODIS hit on the blood
from the safety pin,

and the DNA sample
from the gum was

too corrupted to say
anything more than

that it came from a woman...

...but we do know it's not
from Tonya Nettles.

I'm pulling a list of employees.

DANNY:
There's our boy, Flack,
the manager from the club.

FLACK:
All right, let's go.

Colin Flynn?
That's me.

NYPD.
We got a couple of questions

for you, all right?

Do I have to answer?

I'm a cop,
not a lawyer, but yeah,

you do.

What's that under
your eye, Mr. Flynn?

My cat scratched me.

Yeah, I got
to tell you--

I don't know what you think,
Detective--

but you don't really look
like a cat person to me.

You sure you didn't hurt
yourself at work last night?

Maybe playing peek-a-boo with
some of the girls at the party?

Okay, sure,
I was checking out that girl.

I wanted to see
if she'd fit

in that tiny little costume.

She caught me.

What can I say?

Get the hell out of here.

We're gonna need to
get your fingerprints.

You're going to charge me
with something?

You want us to?

Hey, that's harassment, man.

DANNY:
You know what?
You're right.

You're right.

It's my fault.
I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.
You can go.

Go ahead.

That was good.

You like that?

Yeah.

Got it?
Got it.

I've matched Owen Reid's
projected finish time

with the runners he would have
crossed the finish line with.

Extrapolate backward
and you get the group

who would have been
in the area where he fell.

According
to the race splits,

these three runners
were with Reid

at the 10k, half-
marathon, and 20k marks.

Interestingly enough,
this one here--

Michael Gibson-- was involved
in a lawsuit against Reid.

Something about a bad
$40 million investment.

Seems like Owen Reid
gave this Michael Gibson

a serious run
for his money.

Hmm.

And a motive for murder.

TAYLOR:
Mr. Gibson, we're looking

into the death
of a colleague of yours

in the marathon yesterday.

Yeah, I heard it, uh, it might
have been a heart attack.

You don't seem upset.

Well, everyone knows the risks
of running a marathon.

Hmm, last man standing
sort of thing?

Something like.

You wouldn't have happened

to help him fall, perhaps?

County.

I wouldn't need to cheat
to beat Owen Reid, no.

We found traces
of Vaseline

on Mr. Reid's back-- a handprint

with streaks
of blood in it.

Is that going to be your blood?

I don't know. Should it be?

We have photos
of the finish line.

You had blood on your shirt
when you crossed.

When you run, various parts
of your body chafe

enough to bleed.

So we use Vaseline.

It helps a lot.

Owen was fading, so I gave him a
slap on the back as I took off.

Just a friendly slap?

No, there was nothing
friendly about it.

I was going to beat his ass.

He's dead, Mr. Gibson.

His lawsuit isn't. Being dead,

it's not going
to stop him.

It might
slow him down

a little, but that's about it.

Why don't you just
quit while you're ahead?

You got enough blood
on your hands already.

We'll need a DNA sample.

GIBSON:
Yeah.

I thought you might.

Why don't we get
his prints as well?

seeing as Mr. Gibson here
is in such a giving mood.

Yeah.

Colin's prints came
back negative.

So is he off the hook?

Blood still puts
him at the scene.

So what else do we got?

Do you want to go
get some lunch?

Danny, Mac wants us
to wrap this up.

Sure, but he doesn't want
us to starve to death.

What else did Adam say?

What do you mean?

I mean, that's who you
were talking to, right?

Yeah, but what makes you think
he said anything else?

I just want to go
get something to eat.

All right.

The gum you found?

He matched it
to the dental impressions

from the vic.
Nothing.

The DNA and teeth
impressions both negative?

Negative.

I'm gonna go back
and look at the gum.

No, no, no, no, Adam,
Adam looked at the gum.

I just want
to grab a slice.

I'm starving here.

Where am I?

We need to connect someone
to this nozzle.

Somebody had to see something.

Owen Reid was lying almost
directly on top of this sign.

But it was found

50 yards down the road
from the nozzle.

It couldn't belong
to the killer.

Maybe it could
lead us to a witness.

Now...

none of these footprints

have enough individualizing
characteristics to be unique.

But... take a look at this.

BONASERA:
A bicycle, maybe?

Or a stroller.
Some people like

to run with their kids.

But this tread pattern

is too narrow to be a stroller.

It's a wheelchair.

Still have those results?

Yeah. Uh...

Okay. According to this,

Owen was on track
to finish the race

in three hours
and 20 minutes.

Only one wheelchair
finished in that time.

Looks like I found my witness.

I checked your stats,
you ranked in your age group.

You've only been racing
for five years.

That's how long I've
been at a chair.

I wasn't born like this.

Guy jumped
a median

on the belt parkway and pow,
didn't even see it coming.

He walked away from it,
and I haven't walked since.

You said on the phone

you had some questions
about Owen Reid.

You knew him?

I read the papers.

Did you see anything?

I saw him go down.

I just thought maybe he slipped,

on those paper cups.

What happened to your hands?

Just before that guy fell

I crashed as well.

Someone got in my way

and I went down hard.

That's the repair I'm doing.

So you didn't
see anything at all?

One of the disadvantages
of being in a wheelchair,

you don't see things
the way you used to.

They look different.

Well, thank you, Mr. Keith.

If I have any further questions,

I'll be in touch.

The fish eggs
are from Masago.

Smelts.
Yeah.

Widely used as a garnish
for sushi.

Popular and cheap.

So no immediate source
that links to our suspect.

Well, not unless Owen Reid
stopped at Norimaku

while he was running
up First Avenue.

Hey guys, you can
come here for a second?

I talked to
Richard Keith.

Not a lot of help,
so I decided

take another look
at that nozzle.

You already checked
for prints.

Well, given the blank
we're drawing

with Mr. Gibson,
I figured it was

good for another go-round.

All right, remember
these indentations?

What am I looking at?

I think they're animal
bite marks.

And that which bites
leaves saliva.
Exactly.

And the mystery animal is?

Felis Lybica Sarda.

A Sicilian Wild Cat.

It's illegal to own

because of its protected status.

But as in all things illegal--

There are people
that just have to have one.

Yeah, several people have been
fined in the last 12 months

for having one in
their possession.

Our only link to a suspect
is a cat's DNA?

A cat that's owned
by a person.

And you have a list of people.

As a matter of fact...

I do.

My landlord and me,
we had an agreement.

It's still illegal to keep
those animals in the city.

I had Psycho
for six years.

Ever since I came
from Sacramento.

All of a sudden
there's this law.

I didn't even know.

Where is Psycho now?

Not in the tree, he
died four days ago.

I buried him
down there.

What happened?
Ate rat poison.

Someone in the building
had a thing against

against cats-- you, uh,

you know how many sickos
there are in this town?

Your vet told you
it was rat poison?

He said it was cyanide.

Heather, I'm sorry,

but we're going to have
to examine Psycho.

You want to dig him up?

I'm sorry.

Is there any dignity left?

What do you got?

The gum we found

at the crime scene
was bubble gum

but it had traces of
spearmint and nicotine.

One of the waitresses was
smoking before I talked to her

and then she did a pop
of that breath freshener.

She said she wasn't in
the basement, though.

Well her breath tells
a different story.

MONROE:
So you told the detective

that you didn't go down
into the basement.

That's right. I was up
here working the party.

And did you go onto the stage
after Tonya came up?

No. Look, I'm kind
of in a hurry.

I have proof you were on the
platform where Tonya was killed.

I wasn't there, I told you.

Your gum, Jennifer.

You left it behind.

Okay.

Look, I only
went down there

to sit on the throne.

Feel what it was like to be in
the winner's seat for a change.

And did Tonya see you?

She came out of her
little dressing room.

Caught me sitting there.

You have to earn that seat.

I earned it.

Sure... on your back.

What did you say?!

You heard me.

You little bitch!

Then I went back upstairs.

Is this your costume?

Yeah.

Did you go into
Tonya's dressing room?

No.

Maybe... I don't know.

I'm going to need your prints.

I was wearing gloves. How's that
going to prove anything?

You were there,
so I need your prints.

Look, I told you
what happened.

My dad's an attorney. You want
my prints, you talk to him.

Believe me, I will.

You got a C.O.D.
on Psycho yet?

Two guesses.

No... one.

Carbon monoxide?

Somebody told you.

So why the teeth marks
on the nozzle?

Did the cat bite the canister

used to kill Owen Reid?

Or maybe the cat was gassed
as a test.

Can't rule it out, I guess.

Anything else?

Yeah, I found this under
one of the cat's claws.

Material?

Some kind of nylon.

Let me take
a look at this.

I know where
this came from.

I'm sorry, you caught
me at work.

You were contacted by
a detective earlier today.

About the marathon.
I volunteer every year.

You mind if I sit?

That's the repair I'm doing.

That's a nasty bruise.

Yeah, it's one of the perils
of volunteering.

35,000 runners coming by--
it's hard to avoid them all.

A runner did that?

A runner fell near
the aid station.

you were working at.

I heard that.

I didn't see it happen,

but as you said I was nearby.

It's unforgivable
when an athlete's injured.

BONASERA:
Your upstairs
neighbor's cat died.

And?

TAYLOR:
These tears
in your screen

make us think
that it tried

to get into your apartment.

So you think I killed it?

Would you mind
if I looked around?

Well, I'm actually

in the middle of a shoot.

But okay.

I mean, please try not
to disturb anything.

I see your studio
is wheelchair accessible.

SHARON:
That's the law
for businesses, no?

I thought you'd approve.

What's this used for?

Carbon monoxide--
it brightens the food
for the camera.

It's the missing canister.

Did you shoot

this sushi recently?

Day before yesterday. Why?

You left eggs
at Central Park.

On Owen Reid's body.

I got your message.

You don't like Jennifer
for the killing,

so I thought I'd take another
look at these here.

It just doesn't
add up.

Jennifer weighs
110 dripping wet.

There's no way she could
have thrust

that ice scepter
with that much force.

I'm getting her prints anyway.

Just tying up
loose ends.

So what do you
have here?

This one's odd.

The rest of these
are common feathers,

but this one comes from
a rare jungle bird

in Central India.

It's called a Jungle Cock Eye.

You know what,
at this magnitude

the feather should
look dull.

See how it's kind of glassy?

Synthetic?

Fishermen use these kind
of feathers to make flies.

What do you got?

Euglenae.

It's freshwater
organisms.

This feather was
used recently.

Who's our fly fisherman?

I was visiting my parents
up at Beaver Kill.

Tonya's boyfriend said he
was up in Beaver Kill.

That's up in the Catskills.
Freshwater.

Trout fishing central.

Well, I think we
just got a bite.

Like I told you earlier,
I was never in the basement.

I barely even made
it to the party.

Where'd you say you were?

I was upstate--
my parent's place.

That's right,
upstate.

You do some
fishing up there?

Yeah, sure.

Make your own flies?

That was a question.

Why don't you just tell us
what happened in the basement.

I was never in the basement.

Do me a favor now--
don't get yourself

in a situation
where you're going
to tell one lie

to explain another lie,
all right?

It's just a bad
strategy, man.

This got on
your clothes

when you were changing
in your car.

Then when you went
downstairs

that feather
fell on the floor.

There were tons of people
with feathers on them

at that party.

Not this particular
feather, though.

And when we asked
to examine your
suit, remember that?

Yeah? We were looking
for grease from

the hydraulic lift
in the basement in the club.

Well, guess what?

We found some.

That gives us probable cause
to arrest you

and take your prints.

Which we're thinking are going
to match the prints

that we found
on the murder weapon.

We went out since high school.

We even went to the same college
so we could be together.

Go on.

Almost... Almost as soon
as we got here,

she started talking about
needing space,

and we should take our time.

Said she was waitressing.

Till dawn
some nights.

She'd come home drunk.

So I followed her
to work one day,

'cause I knew,
I knew she was lying.

She was dancing.

A dancer.

We had a huge fight.

She couldn't trust me.

I was suffocating her.

The Buri Vodka
thing came up,

she quit dancing.

Everything felt better.

We were talking
about getting married.

I went upstate
to tell my mom and dad,

and then, I get this phone call.

JENNIFER:
I just thought
you'd want to know

that your girlfriend is sleeping
with the vodka man.

I got back in, like,
three hours.

Went to the club,
went downstairs.

We're done, finished.

I'm moving out.

I have to go.

Tonya, please.

I love you.

We've been
done for years.

Every time we break up,
you just stand there

with that look on your face.

Yeah,

that look.

No more.

What are you doing?

I was just so mad.

Love run cold.

That'll do it.

MESSER:
Lindsay Monroe,

can I talk to
you for a second?

Yeah.

I have to know
what's going on with you.

Look, I mean, you and I--
we have this-this thing, right?

This chemistry,
like we're into each other?

But every time we're
in the same room together today,

it's like...

Don't tell me
you don't feel it, also.

I can't do this, Danny.

You can't do what?

I can't... be in relationship
with you.

(stammering):
All right, I don't... I don't...

Um, I just...

I'm talking about
spending some time together.

Dinner, a few drinks.

Some laughs.

Look, Danny...

I like you.

A lot.

But right
now, I can't.

It's not
you, okay?

It's...

I just... I need
to be by myself

so I can work some stuff out

that I thought
I had put behind me.

I didn't mean
for this to happen.

It's okay.

Maybe we should just
do our jobs.

If there's anything
you need from me,

just let me know, okay?

Your sister's
in trouble, Richard.

BONASERA:
Ms. Cates, we know
you killed Owen Reid.

I don't know
what you're talking about.

I was handing out water.

You handed out
more than water.

You waited till he got
to the aid station,

and then you poisoned
him with this.

I found his skin on this
canister from your apartment.

The canister was so cold,
he left a piece behind.

I think I know
why you did it.

That racer who
crashed into you,

Richard Keith--

as luck would have it,
he was your brother,

who nearly died from an accident
caused by Mr. Reid.

You still go
by your married name,

which is why
the connection wasn't obvious.

The DA says unless
you confess your involvement,

there will be no plea bargain
for your sister.

That means life.

Richard normally finishes
at the top of his age group,

but yesterday,

he was a full
two hours behind.

See, I think
he was trailing Reid.

He'd let you know
he was coming.

Richard had nothing
to do with it.

How did he
communicate to you

that Reid was approaching
your aid station?

Did he page you from
a pay-as-you-go cell phone

so we wouldn't
be unable to trace it?

The fact that he crashed into me

isn't connected
to Reid's death.

We know about the settlement
Reid negotiated,

and how he didn't
live up to it.

You took him to court and
you still didn't get anything.

I can see how angry
that would make you, Sharon.

Look, I would
be angry, too.

You know when I was hurt,

she was more devastated than me.

I figured I could recover,

but she never did.

You have no idea.

Richard was
an all-American runner.

Ranked third in the country
coming out of high-school.

Olympic qualifier in '96.

His best marathon time
was 2:26 in Boston.

2:26.

Then that animal...

Owen Reid was drunk and he took
my brother's life away.

He took his legs away,
Sharon, not his life.

Whatever agreement

you have with Sharon,

you owe it to her to accept
responsibility.

She made me promise.

She'll tell you everything
you need to know.

My brother's already in prison;
what he goes through every day.

I killed Owen Reid...

in revenge for what he did
to my brother.

Richard's innocent.

He had nothing to do
with the death of Owen Reid,

and I have nothing
else to say.

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