( garbled radio transmission )
( screeching tires )
MAN: Out of the truck!
Get out of the truck! Move!
( sirens wailing )
Shooter fires three times...
only hits the driver once?
They were kids.
Oldest one
was 15. We picked 'em up
20 minutes ago at the Verrazano Bridge.
Their truck ran out of gas.
How's our vic?
FLACK: EMTs said he'll be okay.
He took one in the shoulder.
You didn't really wake us up this early in the morning
to tell us that you already solved the case, did you, Flack?
Figured you'd want to check this out.
Okay.
That's a lot of blood.
Yeah. Could be human.
It's still wet.
TAYLOR: Our mystery donor
is between the container and the flatbed.
And it looks like he's going to need a hand getting out.
MAN: You're lucky
we still got a qualified operator on-site.
'Time of day, mostly all we got is unrated laborers.
This is a bit more than a bag and tag.
I'm gonna call Hawkes.
Tell him to bring his spatula.
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How's this?
Should do the trick.
This is only half a body.
Where's the rest of him?
Out there somewhere.
Well, good luck with that.
MAN: I'm looking
for Mac Taylor.
I'm Detective Taylor.
I'm Kevin Hannigan, facilities foreman.
I'm hearing rumors
about you shutting down my terminal.
Mr. Hannigan, part of a man's torso
was found under a container
that came from this terminal.
We're going to need to track back
through every place it's been
to find the rest of him.
I can't just shut down this port
while you guys browse around.
$100 billion worth of cargo
comes through here every year.
500 million a day.
You want to mess around
with that kind of money?
We're here investigating
a fatality, Mr. Hannigan.
We'd appreciate
your cooperation.
We're going to need access
to your tracking databases.
All right, fine.
Hey, Tiny!
These guys want to see the route numbers
on this box the dead guy's on.
Take 'em to the office.
Get the crew working!
All right, let's go.
What are you guys standing around for?
The office is this way.
I wouldn't worry about it.
I would... I'd...
Hey, you want to identify yourselves?
Excuse me?
Uh-uh-uh, I'm not recognizing the faces.
You want to identify yourselves?
Who are you? The crime scene troll?
We got to identify ourselves?
You see the kits.
You know who we are.
We're not here to fish.
Who the hell are you?
Detective Vicaro.
Three-four.
Yeah? Danny Messer, Aiden Burn.
One... Two...
This is our crime scene.
So why don't do me a favor
and stop busting my friggin' onions
and fill me in on the dead woman behind you.
18-wheeler found her on the side of the road.
I responded
and here I am.
Good for you. Thank you.
Aiden, do me a favor... tell him what's what.
We got it from here, Vicaro.
I'll bet you do, bet you do, CSI.
( camera clicking )
She looks pretty mangled.
So does this tree.
Three-inch indention
right here in the bark.
What's this?
Headlight glass all over the ground.
Skids.
No detail.
I don't know-- maybe she was a hitchhiker.
Who hitchhikes nude?
I don't know.
BURN: I don't know... maybe
vehicular manslaughter followed by rape?
First thing I learned in this job:
anybody can do anything to anyone.
Charlie, move your ass.
I'm busy, let's go.
We got a tracking code
on that trailer?
Yeah, this number came off
the driver's manifest.
The victim's blood was still wet,
so time of death is likely
within the last few hours.
BONASERA: This indicates exactly where the container's been
in the last 12 hours, correct?
Yup.
BONASERA: Can you make a copy
of this, please?
If it'll get you outta my hair.
Thank you.
All right. This is where we start.
TAYLOR: Got a little blood over here.
( camera clicking )
Our DOA's better half.
The container from the truck was here when?
11:00 last night.
HANNIGAN: Hey!
What's the matter with you guys?
Brenneman, you sick of having a job?
I told you not to move anything until I say so!
TAYLOR: Sir,
I asked these men to move the container.
Port Authority's on the way.
HAWKES: Now that we have a body,
the M.E.'s office takes charge of it until it's identified.
Then we'll wait for him, too.
HAWKES: That won't be necessary.
You're looking at him.
Hawkes... what's under the sheet?
"Spatula man."
You don't want
to know any more than that.
Prints on your roadside girl.
Still a Jane Doe.
What got me curious as a cat in a fish house
were these candy cane ligature marks along her body
starting just below the neck and the collar bone,
continuing
across the chest...
pelvis...
just under and over each kneecap...
ending at the base of the ankles.
She was tied up.
Rope, maybe, or tape?
Rope and tape are haphazard tools of restraint,
usually used in haste.
The resulting bruises
would look off-center
and random.
Look at this bruising.
It's evenly spaced across the body.
Precision binding.
The bruising
is too precise to be duct tape,
too clean on the edges to be rope.
Straps, maybe?
Someone tied her to a tree and then rammed her?
Move it up!
VICARO: I'm way ahead of you, C.S.I.
I found your vehicle.
Got an '04 F-150.
( whistles )
As you can see, we got a damaged front end here.
A metal hitch on the front grill.
I'll tell you something, if you can figure that out
you got my respect.
We found this pick-up
about a mile east of Clearview Expressway.
I figured you two'd want to take a sniff.
I ran the plate.
Anything else I can do you for?
But you didn't go through
the truck, right?
25 cents gets you a cup of coffee.
Come on, get out of here.
I got another call.
I take that as a "No."
What the hell is this thing?
BURN: What the hell is this thing?
Both airbags
are deployed.
I got glass
on the passenger side floor.
No obvious source.
Out of context, I gotta be honest.
I don't get this.
Hello.
Got a bag of something here.
What have you got?
Latex body suit.
Pulp Fiction.
Nice.
Look at the teeth impressions.
Must've got that through an impact.
Straps.
What is this?
"Place shoulders here..."
This girl was strapped upside down.
What the hell was going on with this woman?
Wow.
Good job.
He actually almost looks human.
I'm thinking
that if I can piece him together,
I can get a clearer idea
of the exact cause of death.
Well, we do have an ID on him.
His name's Paddy Dolan. He was a longshoreman.
He died a hard death.
Crushed
by the container, but
the defensive position
of his hands makes me think...
He saw it coming.
( screaming )
Guy really went through the wringer.
You see these tears?
Broken bones pierced the skin.
Jagged, irregular wounds.
But this isn't from a bone.
It's too clean and pointed at the end.
It's a knife wound.
Yeah.
This guy wasn't
just crushed to death,
he was stabbed first,
and then they lowered the container on him.
It's a cover-up.
Mr. Wojewedski, we identified
the remains we found last night as a Mr. Paddy Dolan.
A longshoreman.
Anyone have it in for him?
He was a lifer.
Bound to create a few enemies along the way.
I mean, the docks get pretty rough.
You ever see that Brando flick?
Anyway, maybe it was just an accident.
He was stabbed before he was crushed.
Who would have seen him last night?
He had his usual crew on.
They pulled a double, so they're
still on call, filling in wherever.
That's them over there
loading the truck.
Hey, don't keep 'em too long, okay?
Don't wanna have to re-train 'em.
( laughs )
Mr. Moraga, when was the last time
you saw Paddy Dolan?
Uh...
Last night. Late.
You were working last night?
Yeah.
I didn't see him after 10:30.
You didn't wonder where he was?
He was the boss, you know. Busy all the time.
Look, I gotta
get back to work, okay? Sorry.
It was like, you know,
you have your work to do, and that's it.
Was Paddy a good boss?
Yeah, he was a good guy.
Looked out for his crew.
He had a reputation.
He was running this whole place.
It's not an easy job.
He never did anything to me.
He was a supervisor, you know.
Collect a fat check, don't really lift a finger.
Not a lot of people liked him.
Honestly, he treated folks bad.
Hey!
Move it!
You think I'm paying you to stand around?
You got any idea
who might have killed Dolan?
Man, we're not even supposed to be talking.
We'll lose our jobs in a second.
Maybe not just the job.
I got a wife and a couple of kids.
She don't have work papers, so she can't get a job.
Anything happens to me,
the kids, they, they go hungry.
That for decoration?
We need them for work. We all carry them.
Sorry, Mike,
I'm going to need to take that.
The real crime is going on right here.
Every day. Right under your nose.
I want their hardware, too.
You got it.
MESSER: Nice to get out of the city for a change.
The owner of the F-150 is a Ron Bogda.
Married to Debbie Bogda.
What do you think?
Think she's our d.b.?
We'll find out.
Actually, you're gonna find out.
Me? Oh, no. Isn't it your turn to break the bad news?
Don't get all Oliver North on me, Aiden.
All right? It's your turn and you know it.
All right.
Go ahead.
Mr. Bogda, do you know this woman?
Yes, that's my wife, Debbie.
We're sorry for your loss.
You want a glass of water, Mr. Bogda?
Want to take a minute?
We have some follow up questions
that we need to ask you.
Yes, that's our car.
Debbie uses it when she works in the city.
Mr. Bogda,
your wife was in a car accident,
but we suspect that she was involved
in a fetish stunt
of some sort.
My wife is a very decent and conservative woman.
You sure there isn't a chance that she was into something
but she just didn't tell you about it?
The truth is, Debbie and I live separate lives during the week.
She works in an office in Manhattan
an-and sleeps at the Waldorf.
I never question
what-what she does when she's away.
How'd you get that cut above your eye?
My, my daughter kicked a soccer ball in my face the other day
and, uh, broke my glasses.
The glasses are inside.
All I have left are the frames.
One of the lens shattered.
I think you might've
left pieces of that other lens in your F-150.
We're gonna need those glasses.
Somebody call for some oils?
What are you, a scientist
or a massage therapist?
Why, you want a rubdown or a refractive index test?
( whistles )
These, uh, our samples?
Try to match these glasses
from a suspect
to a shard of glass we found in his truck.
( whistling )
The halo effect
around the glass fragment.
It's called a Becke line.
Watch what happens when I
raise the focus.
The line's moving away from the fragment.
It means that the oil has a higher refractive index
than the fragment.
So, so, what happens when the oil and the glass match?
There's no optical difference between the oil and the glass.
You can't see the boundary line,
and the fragment... magically... disappears.
Okay...
It's still there.
That's because your unknown fragment
had a different refractive index than these glasses.
They're not the same glass.
Rob Bogda may not be our man.
I'll do some more tests.
See if I can't find out what kind of glass it is.
I just finished processing those knives.
I can't turn my back for a second.
I just picked up where you left off.
All right, none of our dockworkers' knives
match the dimensions of the stab hole
in Paddy Dolan's shirt.
When I processed them, none of them had
any trace of blood, and Sean Bally's knife
was really immaculate. Spotless.
What worker keeps their tools so clean?
That isn't a
science-obsessed criminalist.
Hmm.
science-obsessed criminalist.
Hmm.
I pulled something interesting off one of the pant legs
of Paddy Dolan's jeans.
Take a look.
Insect eggs.
Why would those be on Paddy Dolan's jeans?
Especially this time of year.
Determine the species, you determine the source.
I'm going to find out what would inspire Sean Bally
to spit-shine his knife the day after Paddy Dolan was stabbed.
BALLY: I like to keep my tools clean.
You think I stabbed Dolan?
With this?
What happened?
It was a week ago.
Dolan liked to finish a load early
so he could take a long lunch.
Liquid.
Yeah, Paddy thought it was funny.
You didn't report it?
I put in a claim, I kiss any overtime good-bye,
and things happen to people
who talk too much around here.
Found my bug.
The southern pine beetle. Dendroctonus frontalis.
Way out of its natural habitat,
southeastern U.S. all the way to Nicaragua.
Sounds like a sunshine bug.
Mm-hmm. You can tell by the sunglasses
and little shorts.
The question is,
how did they get on Paddy Dolan's work pants in New York
in February?
Must have hitched a ride
in an empty container returning from the south.
So what was Paddy Dolan doing in the empty container?
He was a boss-- he wouldn't get his hands dirty.
One thing's for sure, he wasn't working.
Let's go talk to Mr. Hannigan.
Well, this is the last of the bunch.
Are we almost done here?
You normally lock containers
that are due to be returned overseas?
No. Never.
Wanna open this one?
We'll take it from here, Mr. Hannigan.
At least this one's still in one piece.
James Prineman-- dock worker number two.
Same address as Mike Prineman. They're brothers.
Second longshoreman dead in as many days.
Dangerous job.
In more ways than one.
Dangerous job.
In more ways than one.
Multiple blunt force trauma to the head.
Fractured orbital and maxillary bones,
primarily on the left side.
Somebody used him as a punching bag.
With some sort of brass knuckles for that extra oomph.
( grunting )
Very little decomp,
even though bleed-out puts death
at a couple of days ago.
Couple of days?
Mm-hmm.
The body must've been put in that container
at Cutter's Hook Terminal
and was preserved by the cold.
And his clothes
were covered with these bugs.
Dendroctonus...
Frontalis.
I've become quite the bug expert.
It's the same beetle that we found on Paddy Dolan's jeans.
Okay, so if this guy died
a couple of days ago, that would've given
Paddy Dolan enough time to be involved in his death.
Even if he wasn't involved, he was still in that container.
Why?
A latex body suit holds prints like a sponge holds water.
If you take the bottom, I'll take the top.
No, I like being on top.
You're getting all freaky on me
because we drew a bondage case?
You wish.
Hit the lights.
All right, down here.
I got something.
Nice. Let me get set up.
( camera shutter clicks )
DANNY: Jennifer Stupaine.
4672 Charles.
That's near the West Village.
Mm-hmm.
Ah, you must be
the Andersons.
You're late for class.
Yeah, traffic was murder.
Nice to see you both back again.
Oh, honey, I think the Andersons...
WOMAN: Oh, come on in.
Welcome. There's plenty of room.
I am Jennifer Stupaine, and this is my John,
and we're...
( laughs ): Oh! Okay...
And we're here to teach you how to practice
safe bondage.
More specifically, forniphilia,
the art of human furniture.
This...
is Diana, our chandelier,
hanging up here,
and over here is David, our side table.
We also have machinery... ( laughs suggestively )
brought to you by Garage Joe.
( applause )
He is our resident mechanic.
And these are just a few
of his contraptions of pleasure.
( laughs )
May I?
So, please, feel free to buy.
DANNY: Hey. Hey!
NYPD! Hey!
Hey!
NYPD!
He's gone.
DANNY: How long is she gonna hang like that?
JOHN: Until we tell her to come down.
Same with the side table.
They are furniture,
and they should be treated as such.
Well, we're taking, um,
Garage Joe's contraptions back to our lab, all right?
Um, does this Garage Joe have a last name?
We only know him as Garage Joe.
We don't require background checks
for people who take our seminar.
And everything we're doing is perfectly legal.
We're licensed and bonded, so...
Ms. Stupaine,
We're licensed and bonded, so...
Ms. Stupaine,
what's with all the base on your eye?
Base? But...
Yeah, you're concealing
a black eye with base makeup.
I see it on abused women cases
all the time.
( laughs ): Oh, it's...
( clears throat ): it's not abuse.
It's a donkey punch.
Jennifer likes it in the face, not the ribs.
BURN: No, no, no.
I know what that is. I-I... I don't think so.
I mean, the bruising's distinct.
It's almost square.
Oh, and not to mention the bruising
on your collarbone.
I'm gonna need you to step into the back room.
I need to photograph you.
For what?
I need to photograph you.
For what?
Vehicular bruising.
( camera shutter clicking )
Did you get that from a donkey punch, too?
The bruising goes
from right to left, so that means
you were on the passenger side.
Who was driving?
Well, you weren't the driver.
BONASERA: It's time to visit Paddy Dolan's house.
You have an address?
Yes, I do.
( phone ringing )
Taylor.
Okay.
Mike Prineman was fired
from his job at the docks.
Everybody down there saw me talking to him.
There are other jobs.
He's young, he'll be okay.
I had Flack pull his file.
Everything points to this kid
being a stand-up guy, a family man.
I got to make this right, Stella.
You will.
BONASERA: Well, well.
The plot thickens.
Welcome to Paddy Dolan's
electronic superstore.
I've been wanting a toaster.
You came to the right place.
BONASERA: Well, one box here,
one box there, gets written off as a shipping loss.
The money goes into somebody's pocket.
Hey, Dolan, we really scored here, huh?
Found the bank.
Just under three grand.
Maybe he had a falling-out
with one of his partners in crime.
I always thought there was honor amongst thieves.
Missing brass knuckles.
( sighs )
Paddy Dolan did kill Jimmy Prineman.
It would seem so.
What do you see?
BONASERA: A lot of blood.
And our next port of call.
You guys seen your buddy Mike?
Nah, man.
Not since you got him fired.
Let's go, man.
Excuse me, lady.
Excuse me.
These guys... look familiar to you?
Yeah.
Sure. Yeah, they were in the other night
with those two guys that just went out the door.
Uh, it was quite the difference of opinion.
25% of everything you make
in the first six months.
You want me to pay you so I can work?
It ain't gonna happen.
You hear me? It ain't gonna happen.
Hey, hey, hey!
Take it outside.
Did Dolan come back in?
I don't... I don't remember.
But, um,
the other guy, he, uh, he followed Dolan out.
This the guy?
No. No, it wasn't him.
It was, uh...
it was him.
The bartender told us you followed Paddy Dolan out.
Yeah, I went to make sure Jimmy was okay.
I went outside, but I didn't
see anything, and I went looking for him,
and I never saw him again.
We're gonna have to hold you here,
see if your story checks outs, Mike.
MIKE: What about my kids?
It says "Robo-Spanker."
You believe people actually make this kind of stuff?
Apparently so. Garage Joe does.
( laughs ): That's got to hurt, no?
Who wants to try it?
No!
Try it.
No!
Try it.
No!
That's sexual harassment, Danny.
What's this? What's this thing?
The Guillotine?
Your head in here, your hands...
( slams Guillotine shut )
It's a wrap. You're done.
This is crazy.
Actually, it looks like somebody's still in there.
Get that to Jane Parsons in DNA.
( slams Guillotine )
Now!
DANNY: It's affirmative.
The hair from The Guillotine belongs to a Joe Strahil.
Warrants outstanding.
That good enough for you, Vicaro?
Yeah, that's good enough for me.
Here we go.
On my lead, boys.
Be on three.
One, two...
NYPD!
Put your hands
in the air now.
Hey!
NYPD!
Stop what you're doing,
put your hands
in the air now.
Don't be stupid.
Easy!
( blow lands )
Relax!
Joe Strahil, I got to tell you,
I'm not at peace
with this taste.
Neither am I. Come on,
let's get him up.
Where were you the night Debbie Bogda became
a hood ornament on one of your fetish contraptions?
I was tied up.
At the auto shop.
Yeah, well, Debbie Bogda's dead.
She died?
Yeah, she died, is that a big shock to you?
Yes. It is.
I made the Screamer Hitch
as an optimum mode of speed and fear
for those who fetish such.
Debbie was up for it.
So I sold her the art.
Then you tied her up
and you took her for a ride.
No, sir. I only sell.
You try at your own risk.
Do me a favor, stand up.
We want to check you for seat-belt bruising.
No bruising.
Hey, Jane.
I'm sorry, looks like I'm catching you on your way out.
That's all right. What can I do for you?
Your office called
That's all right. What can I do for you?
Your office called
about the results on our Cutter's Hook DOA?
Oh, yes, the brass knuckles.
Here. There were two samples
on the brass knuckles.
Blood from the victim,
and epithelials from the assailant,
which don't match Paddy Dolan.
They do come from a male donor,
but I guess that's no surprise.
Brass knuckles aren't exactly a woman-/////!s choice of weapons.
So Paddy Dolan did not kill Jimmy Prineman.
Not according to the DNA.
You get any other hits at all?
No. Sorry not to be more help.
That's all right.
Some days are like that.
I have to start all over again at the computer.
Did you figure it out yet?
Figure out what, the button?
Started the car.
Got that far.
Every time I press the button,
the dome light goes red.
It's obviously for the person hanging upside down.
Maybe it's a signal.
I mean, how else do you communicate
upside down at that speed?
How do you say "stop"?
Mad Chad, what's our progress on our glass?
Uh, it-/////!s a Cady Zugo lens.
They make after-market optics.
High-end.
For movie cameras from Fujihama.
Sorry I couldn't be
more specific.
No, no, no, this is about as specific as it gets.
I think I know how she got that square bruise on her eye.
Thanks, Chad.
How you doing, Mr. and Mrs. Stupaine?
We got a warrant to search your residence.
You look for the camera, I'll look for the film.
Uh-oh.
Aiden...
Sex, lies, and... Super-8.
( film projector clicking )
Mrs. Stupaine...
who were you being filmed by
while you're strapping up Debbie Bogda?
You're never going to get that out of me.
Trust is not negotiable in my world.
My function that night was simple:
make sure Debbie Bogda had a safe experience.
Yeah, well, you did a lousy job
'cause we got it all on film.
The danger wasn't outside the car,
it was inside.
You strapped her into Garage Joe's Screamer Hitch
and you took her out for a drive.
You all got a little carried away.
When she hit the panic button, you ignored her.
She's hitting the safe button. Slow down.
Nine years of marriage and this is what gets you off?!
You want speed, sweetheart?!
You got it!
Damn it, Ron, you can't violate her trust!
Slow down!
But power over someone in a submissive position
can be quite a turn-on for a guy like you, huh, Ron?
Back off!
Ow!
( tires squealing )
Ow!
And that's when things really took a turn for the worse.
We don't have the rest on film,
but we suspect we know what happened next.
You took her off the Screamer Hitch,
stripped her down and left her for dead.
Upon impact, Jennifer's passenger-side airbag deployed.
But you didn't have your seat belt on,
did you, Mr. Bogda?
Got two little kids at home.
Two little kids now with no mother or no father.
For what? For what, for some kicks?
Mr. Bogda, you got anything to say for yourself?
Or you just gonna sit there like a piece of furniture?
Sometimes play life's got real life consequences.
And now we're going to put the two of you
in a submissive position.
You hungry?
Yeah.
Get a bite to eat.
I'll drive.
Put you on the hood.
Got something?
There are GPS transmitters
on every container.
This is the one we found Jimmy Prineman in.
It was supposed to stay in storage for an extra three weeks.
But we found it here in the area assigned
for immediate shipment to Hong Kong.
Someone wanted this container out of here quickly.
It could only have been moved
by someone with the authority and the training.
One of the bosses.
Mm-hmm.
TAYLOR: The container holding Jimmy Prineman was meant to go there.
But it ended up over there on the pier.
Could Paddy Dolan have operated that crane?
I guess it's a possibility, but I doubt it.
Paddy didn-/////!t like to handle the equipment all that much.
Mac!
Hey! You! On the ground!
You want to be careful, Hannigan,
using that equipment in my jurisdiction.
Someone could get hurt.
Mr. Hannigan,
your DNA matched a sample we retrieved
from the brass knuckles used to kill Jimmy Prineman.
And Paddy Dolan-/////!s blood is on your knife.
Dolan was a rat.
Just got his is all.
You were in the bar
the same night that Jimmy Prineman was killed.
Hey, calm down!
Paddy started cutting deals with the new guys.
Time was, he'd come to me
begging for a half a shift painting cables.
All of sudden, he's Mr. Employment Broker.
You want a job at the Hook, you come to me.
Sit down!
It's fine.
That's a reason to kill Jimmy?
I just wanted to teach the kid a lesson,
tune him up a little.
Didn't think I'd...
Hey, homeboy! You want a job?
And Paddy the Boy Scout offered to help you out.
He was my partner.
And that-/////!s what partners do.
Helped you hide the body.
He's dead, Paddy, I killed him.
Give me the knuckles and your shirt.
What are we going to do, Paddy?
Meet me with the body
at Pier Eight in 20 minutes.
HANNIGAN: Yeah, then the son of a bitch turns around and tells me
if I don't pay up, he's going to the cops.
I gave him three grand, he wanted more.
The container was just to make it look like an accident.
Hey, Leon Spinks, you got my cash?
( screaming with pain )
He was still alive when that container crushed him.
Yeah, well, not for long.
We're done here.
You really made me jump today.
Glad you were paying attention.
Didn't want you to end up like Paddy Dolan.
Anyway, thanks.
That's what partners do.
Hey, wait up!
Hey, Mike.
Good to see you got your job back.
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