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Don't break an ankle, Sucka.

A couple more bricks,
you'll have your own building.

You can't stop me.

You better go get my ball
before I whup your ass.

That's what I thought.

If there was ever
an open and shut case...

- What're we have?
- Rachel Camden.

Married.
Lived in 8a there.

What about her?

Ophelia Dichiaria.

Divorced. Lives in 7f.

Interviewed
all the neighbors.

Did they have a history?

Different floors.

Can't find any connection
between them.

Who found the body?

Some rec league guys.

They say the suspect was pounding
pretty hard on the victim's chest.

You get anything from her?

What's to get?

Found hecovered in blood with the
murder weapon right next to her.

We're going to need whatever
security footage they have,

inside the building and out.

No problem.

She good to go?

Take her to the hospital,

have them check her out.

Looks like the victim
died instantly...

degree of violence,
amount of blood, the wounds...

crime of passion...

between two apparent strangers.

CSI: NY
1x10 Night, Mother

ORIGINAL AIR DATE ON CBS: 2004/12/15

Put your hand up.

Turn them around.

Put your right hand
down on this paper.

Turn it around.
That's it.

Put your hand up.

Other hand. Left.
Turn it around.

Put your hand up.

Do you have something to say?

I'll get you another one.

We got a DB.
Caucasian male.

Beaten to death. No ID.

Looks like he went a couple
of rounds with Chuck Lidell.

More like Randy Couture.

Hey, easy.

Medium velocity blood spatter.

His pockets are inside out.

There's no wallet.
No keys. Robbery.

Those take the junkies out of play.

They would have
taken the change.

Wooden stake worked
like a crude knife.

Perp drove it up
through the diaphragm,

mediastinum,
then into the pericardial sac,

penetrating the myocardium
and endocardium.

Stake went right through.

I also found traces
of a resin-like substance in her hair.

I'll take a lock for the road.

All right.

You collect
a sexual assault kit?

Sampled and sent.

Mr. Camden,
I'm very sorry about your wife.

I'd like to show you
another photograph.

Do you know this woman?

Her name is Ophelia Dichiaria.

No, sir.

I know most of
my wife's friends, but,

she doesn't
look familiar to me.

I wish I could be
more help to you right now.

Cause of death:
Cerebral hemorrhaging.

Blunt force trauma
collapsed his nasal bone

and fractured his right orbital,
zygomatic, and temporal bones.

Wounds are consistent with fists

big fists.

It's brutal for a robbery.

If it was a robbery,
they missed this.

Found it in his boxers.

Guy's got baby's hands.

He never got a punch off.

Yeah, he had a disadvantage.

His vision was blurry.

What's that?
A contact lens?

Phakic lens. Verisyse.

It's an implant for people with severe
astigmatism who can't have laser surgery.

It's still in clinical trials in the U.S.

So we can get an id
if the surgery was local.

You want cash or lens?

Lens.

- I want a name.
- Cash works for me.

Thanks, doc.

Anything from our suspect?

Here. Take a look.

Cardiac muscle tissue.

From under Ophelia's fingernails.

Explains what tore
the wound tract.

She forced her hands inside the
pericardial cavity to get to the heart.

Pull the prints
off the wooden stake?

Yeah.

Ophelia.

I'm telling you, Mac,

she killed Rachel Camden.

What's your rush
to put this woman away?

You saw her.

What's your rush not to?

In all my years of doing this,
there's one thing I've learned...

sometimes the slam dunks
are the most deceiving.

Alright, there is Rachel... the vic.

There's Ophelia.

Rachel left.
Ophelia went after her.

A woman stabs a perfect stranger
with a wood stake,

then reaches into the wound
and tries to grab at the victim's heart.

Why?

Ms. Dichiaria, do you recall how
you received this trauma on your shins?

Ma'am?

I understand your reticenc but,

if you don't speak,
we can't help you.

The purpose of keeping you here is so that
you can undergo a psychiatric evaluation.

The improper disposal of a corpse is an
unclassified misdemeanor in New York city.

You weren't disposing of a corpse.
You were tampering with evidence.

That's a class E felony.

Length of time between arrest
and arraignment is 24 hours.

Unless you're a danger
to yourself or to others.

EDP.

Emotionally disturbed person.

Allow 72 hours.

As you already know,
I'm a paralegal.

What I don't know is how you're
connected to Rachel Camden.

Who is Rachel Camden?

The dead woman.

I've never met her.

Ma'am,

is there anything you want us
to know about what happened?

No.

I'm sorry
to keep you up so late.

You're not keeping me up.

You look tired.

I can see it in your eyes.

You should try
to get some sleep.

Out suspect finally spoke.

What'd she do?
Plead insanity?

She reads "sane" to me.

The results came back
on the contents in her water.

Nicotine. Styrene. Butadiene.

What was she doing,
chewing on cigarettes?

I didn't find any cigarettes
at the scene.

We didn't find anything at the scene
that made those shin bruises either.

Strange place for a chair.

I think this woman lived in fear.

Looks like she was trying
to keep somebody out.

Yeah, maybe she was trying
to keep herself in.

The door opens out
into the hallway.

Stella, cigarettes.

No ashes.

Could've been chewed.

I thought you said
she was sane.

- What, the cigarettes?
- Well, that and this.

To Chris.

"Mommy loves you a lot.

Happy first grade. "

According to Flack,
this woman has no one.

That's also an odd place
for a stepladder.

- Sleepwalker.
- That's why she isn't talking.

Ophelia may have no idea whether
she killed Rachel Camden or not.

Ophelia is a parasomniac.

Parasomniacs get stuck between
sleep stages three and four.

There's a whole slate of undesirable

autonomic nervous system responses
associated with the condition.

Like committing murder?

I've had patients drive cars...

prepare meals,

tend their gardens.

- What causes it?
- Could be depression,

trauma, revisiting a traumatic event in an
attempt to integrate unresolved feelings.

The unconscious mind
overrides the conscious self.

She's in stage three now.

She's transitioning to stage four.

This is partial arousal.

Autonomic nervous system
responses evident.

No!

Stabbing motion.

No!

No!

Hey. / Hey.

Anything on the cash?

Australian bills...
crisp, all sequential.

I've got ten prints,
each in the same exact location.

I figure it from the teller
who counted them out.

Yeah, well, when you work in a bank, your
print's on file, state and federal level, so...

yeah, but I can't get
a match as of yet.

What about the lens?

Trial was conducted at NYU,

so I'm on my way over there now.
You want to roll?

No, all I got are prints
matching the vic.

I gotta take
a couple more shots.

Okay.

Bye.

What do you know.
"Ryan mallone. "

"Possession of cocaine. "

I was in sydney last month.

Changed a whole bunch of cash
as soon as I got back to the U.S.

How much?

A thousand dollars.

My mum gives me money
when I visit.

Thinks I'm still ten.

Your mum always give you
sequential bills?

The only number that matters
is the denomination.

- Why?
- Why's my business.

Where'd you exchange the money?

JFK.

One of the currency banks
in the terminal.

Which one?

17 hours in coach doesn't do
a whole lot for the memory...

if you know what I mean.

How's your memory now?

Much better.

Never seen him before.

What's the word?

Am I good or what?
I got a name on the eye lens.

What have you got?

Lenny Cook. / Entered the
phakic lens trial in March.

Hospital said he was extremely
pleased with the surgery.

Well, not anymore.

You got keys?

Sup's opened it up.

Mannequins with bells.

What the hell is this place?

Con artist?

Practice dummies
for pickpockets.

Really?

"What we gain by science is,
after all, sadness. "

Thomas Hardy.

There's no mention
of pain in that quote.

Give me a hand.

Which one?

Right. Take that out.

The murderer was pushing
against the grain.

And I was pulling
with the grain.

Look at the splinters
in my hand...

and look at
the splinters in yours.

My hand's a killer's.

Yours looks like Ophelia's.

Our suspect wasn't
trying to kill the victim.

The school of seven bells.

Supposedly a pickpocket school
in South America.

Whole idea is to pick the mark
without ringing a bell.

Why don't you try it.

- You're such a girl.
- Shut up.

Torn carpet.

Twenty-dollar bill on the here.

It's not blood.

Uh, it's probably a diversion.

They work in teams.
One guy distracts,

one guy picks,
the other guy gets the handoff.

When I worked out of the six-three,
I picked collars up at King's Plaza Mall.

Saw a lot of ketchup stains.

They call it a brick.

I once had this guy telling
me it was his money.

That's how
they look at it.

You're carrying their money.

No matter what line of work
you're in, you gotta commute.

Okay.

This one's not ketchup.

Nice.

The sexual assault kit
indicates recent condom use.

I found lubricant in the condom

and the traces of resin in Rachel
Camden's hair is ethyl cyanoacrylate.

Architect's glue.

Commonly used to build models
by architects like Rachel Camden's husband.

Right.

I thought she may have brushed up
against some of his work,

but when you brush up
against something,

there's always evidence
of motion and direction.

That's not the case.

It's a random pattern.

The victim has fine, blond hair...

there's a weave in it.

But it's not a perm...

no trace of chemicals
in the lab results.

That's it, Mac. To have these waves,
she had to have her hair braided.

Someone pulled
her hair by the braid.

With a handful
of architect's glue.

You want to revise your
statement, Mr. Camden?

You did see your wife just
before she was murdered.

Am I right?

In fact,

from what I understand,
it wasn't a very friendly encounter.

You grabbed her by the hair.

And you weren't
so neat about it.

You had glue all over your hands.

Listen.

We had a fight that night.
That's all.

My wife was alive
the last time I saw her.

Where were you last night? Hmm?

I know something's going on.

You're not going
out tonight. Bitch!

What form of birth control
did the two of you use?

What are you talking about?

We found traces
of condom lubricant.

Inside my wife?

Well, whatever you found,
it wasn't from me.

You're sure about that?

We were trying to have a baby.

How'd it go with the husband?

He's in total denial.

Denial seems to
be in the air.

You've got a husband who
won't come clean...

who looks guilty
as sin, by the way.

I've got a sleepwalker who's
forensically incapable of murder,

yet has her hands
inside a dead woman.

- What?
- You hear that?

Hear what?

It's your mind racing again.

Can you blame me? Look,

based on the direction
of the splinters in ophelia's hands,

she's not the killer.

There's a deeper connection
and you want to know what it is.

Emphatically.

You're never going to get any sleep
in this lifetime, are you, Mac?

Not when there are questions
keeping me up at night.

There's something
haunting this woman, Stella.

All right, New York city pass
only knows where they get on,

so we'll work backwards.

Manhattan, Canal and Broadway.
That's his office.

That's near where we found the body.

74th street, Queens.
That's home.

- Lenny's apartment.
- Exactly.

Day before, Canal
and Broadway. 74th street.

Same as the day before,

and the day before that.

- That's his commute.
- Canal and Broadway.

We've been out here for a while.

I'm not even sure
what we're looking for.

You'll know
when you see something.

All right, I got my eyeball on a suspect.

Female. 30ish.

Fake baby in a blue cloth.

Don't take them down
till they snatch the wallet.

You telling me how
to do my job, now?

Oh, sorry.
You got some ketchup here.

Yeah. Here you go.

Oh, you see it? Right there.

They got his wallet.

The woman with the baby
applies the ketchup.

The decoy distracts the mark.
Meanwhile, her partner picks his pocket.

Take 'em down, Flack.

- ???
- What are you doing, man?

I'm on my way to work.

Come on.
You're costing me money, man.

- What are you doing?
- I'll give you a ride in my limo.

Sir, if you want
your wallet back, hang out.

Up against the wall.

Spread your legs.

- What's going on here, man?
- Pickpocketing.

I'm not no pickpocket.

Hang out with me for a minute.
Put your hands behind your back, please.

Look, the guy's wallet
fell out of his pocket.

- I was giving it back.
- By putting it in your own pocket?

Wow. Eduardo.

You're a bad liar.

Let's watch you
dig yourself a deeper grave.

Remember Lenny?

- Who?
- Who? Whoo.

He's an owl now.

You know.

The guy with a thing
for mannequins.

Keeps a dozen in his apartment
for training purposes.

I don't mess with dolls.

- You know what I mean?
- You mess with him?

Looks like that drew blood.

Just like the blood we found
on one of Lenny's mannequins.

Eduardo, I'll tell you one thing.

For a guy with light fingers,
you must have some heavy fists.

We're gonna need to
process your hands.

At first, I noticed bruises
on my shins and my arms,

sometimes my forehead,

and I couldn't...

explain how they got there.

Then there was the weight gain.

I was eating
while I was sleeping.

So...

I put up obstacle courses
to try and wake myself up...

but I've somehow managed
to navigate around those.

You knew you were a parasomniac?

I only knew that

some mornings when I woke up

there was evidence
of a very strange night,

and I was exhausted.

So I did some research.

I'm a textbook expert, now.

Scientists versus psychiatrists.

Everybody's got
a different theory.

Post-traumatic stress,

the lack of atonia.

Muscle paralysis.

It's what prevents you from running
or jumping while you're dreaming.

Yeah. That gizmo seems
to malfunction in my body.

Why didn't you get help?

Because...

in medicine, the answer
to every unknown is insanity.

So, I just became very skilled
at hiding my night adventures.

I tried sleeping aids and alcohol.

It's...

it's lonely.

Ma'am, do you remember
being in the courtyard?

Any little thing.

A fragment of a dream,
a piece of a face.

I remember getting ready for bed

and then praying

that I would sleep soundly
through the night.

Did I kill that woman?

No.

Subconsciously you knew that.

Do you remember
the first thing you said to me?

- No.
- You used the word "corpse. "

She was dead when
you got to her, Ophelia.

Well, if I didn't kill her,
then what was I doing there?

I don't know yet.

Shadows.

What?

That shadow isn't hers.

Someone else went by.

Ophelia saw the killer.

She just doesn't know she did.

The cornea is shaped
roughly like this, right?

So, if I'm here

and you're in my blind spot,

your image should still
reflect off my cornea.

Corneal imaging.

Let's magnify it, see if we can get
a reflection off her eye.

Okay.
Magnification times 100, for starters.

Good, good.
Reverse the image.

That's the best reflection
of what she was seeing that we've got.

What's that there?

Looks like a guy in a T-shirt.

Yeah. Resolution isn't very good.

Yes, it is.

All right, everybody back up.
Watch me take Jason to the hole.

You know,

the one down
in central booking.

Hey, you're wearing sleeves today.

Yeah, so?

Well, you weren't wearing a shirt
the night Rachel Camden was killed.

It was a pretty cold night.

It's about 48 degrees.

Listen, I've told you
everything I know.

I've answered all your questions.

Not the most important one, though.

Why'd you kill Rachel Camden?

Mind if I take a look at your bag?

Sure. Whatever.

Just so you know, pink is bad.

Let's take him in.

Take a walk.

I hate to be a stickler,

but you're telling me you
exchanged the money in the U.S.,

And I find out you
exchanged it in Australia.

And now I gotta go back
over everything.

- So what?
- "So what?"

What areyou going to say to me if I tell
you we found your money on a dead man?

I got pickpocketed.

I knew I was never gonna
see the money again.

I didn't want to make a report.
I had drug priors.

Something's keeping me in suspense.

You know, there's something
going on that I can't quite figure out.

What's the matter?
You got an itch?

I get a lot of heat rashes.

That's good because you're
on the hot seat right now.

Look, I don't know
the guy you showed me

and I had nothing to do
with what happened.

Can I go?

No. Why don't you stick around...

...mate?

Fibers under Eduardo's nails
are microscopically similar

to 60-pound kraft paper
which is used for

everything from grocery bags
to wrapping paper.

The GCMS indicates green dye on
one side is "quinizarine green. "

I'll just keep looking.

Our Australian's got fibers
from the victim's rug on him.

How did the Australian get
into Lenny Cook's apartment?

I don't know. But now
we got a reason to get into his.

This guy could have
dumped his clothes.

What do you think?

Worth a shot. I might take my pants
to the cleaners if I'd killed someone.

- Anything?
- Nothing.

Hold on.

I'd commend you
on using safe sex.

I didn't kill anybody.

You had sex with Rachel.

Okay, I used a condom.

So what?

You know what they say about
keeping condoms in your wallet?

They get holes.

Just like your story.

Come on, baby.

You weren't pushing me away last night.

Stop it, Jason. It's over...

must have been really hot
and heavy at first.

An older woman...

what more can a kid
like you ask for?

Todd and I are trying
to have a baby...

What?!

That splinter I pulled our of your hand
is a perfect match to the murder weapon.

I fell in love with her...

Trust me.

You're going to get plenty of love
where you're going.

You know the chemical
they use at the dry cleaners?

Perchloroethylene.

Some people think
it destroys DNA.

It doesn't.

Especially when there's a protective
barrier covering the sample,

like, say, I don't know, a cuff.

The blood belongs to Lenny.

The pants belong to you.

You want to see
what's underneath?

Nothing.

Guess you beat me to it.

You left one behind.

It's called jute.

Stuff you find
on the back of a carpet.

A lot of people
are allergic to it.

Like yourself.

Lenny was skimming...
hiding your money under his carpet...

so you set him up.

$500. That's everything.

- Yeah?
- Yeah. That's it.

- Why don't we ask the guy?
- What are you talking about?

The $500.

Why don't we ask him,
we find out?

Hey.

You take my money, huh?!

How could you know all that?

Well...

Lenny dropped a dime on you.

Aiden and I cashed in
on the pickpockets.

We'll close it out as an a-2.

Good.

Why don't you go home.
You can type up the dd5s tomorrow.

What about you?

You wanna go grab
a beer at sullivan's?

Not tonight, Danny.

Don't go blind.

[NY News Archives]

[Young Boy Killed In Accident]

Chris Dichiara is survived by his
parents Gil and Ophelia Dichiara.

You asked for my help.

You can tell me what I was
doing in that courtyard.

You were attempting to massage
Rachel Camden's heart.

You were mimicking the action
of trying to save your son.

I found the accident report.

His eyes.

They were just like yours.

And he had begged
my husband to let him

sit on his lap,
behind the wheel of the car

and they were just going
to pull out into the street

and back in again,
and I was waving.

Then from out of nowhere...

you were in the ER
when they tried to save him?

They cracked open
his chest in front of me.

And held my son's
heart in their hands.

You were trying to save
Rachel Camden's life.