( sighs )
( sirens blaring )
( car horns honking )
( thud )
You can leave now.
( chuckles )
That's unbelievable.
( sirens wailing )
Pick up. Pick up.
( sirens wailing )
Oh, my God!
( crowd murmuring )
Oh, wow!
That's right...
( all gasping )
( screaming )
( car horns honking )
Grab your case, Hawkes.We're walking.
( siren whoops )
My third crime scene alreadythis morning.
I haven't moved at this pacesince I did my residency.
Is this normal?
Sounds like someone'smissing the ME's office.
Maybe a little bit.
You know, air-conditionedenvironment,
jazz on the radio.
You were the boss.Now you're the rookie.
Yeah, but don't worry.I can hang.
Just tell me one thing.
How long exactlydoes rookie status last?
( chuckles )
Okay. Yeah...
Oh, wow.
BONASERA:Hawkes!
Hope you like puzzles.
Our climber's brain.
Yep. Uh, patrol'ssearching for more pieces.
And the body?
Landed onthe sixth-floor terrace.
Fell from high enoughto reach terminal velocity.
The impact of the fallknocked his brainright out of his skull.
This is a portion ofthe occipital lobe,
the inferiortemporal sulcus.
I'd say at least 50%of his brain is still out there.
FLACK:Well, I'verecovered a shoe
that containsabout 10%.
ESU is currently scraping
a jello-like substance
My guess is, grate.
they're wasting their time.
It's about 98 degrees,
out here;the pavement is very hot.
Any remaining piecesare more than likely fried.
I knew this would bea no-brainer for you.
She didn't just say that.
She did.
TAYLOR:Hawkes you startprocessing
the scene down here.
We'll start with the body.
I'm on it.
Okay, that's dispatch.
I don't know whether it'sthe heat or humidity or what,
but this city's crazy today.
We got this one.Go ahead.
All right, I'mon to the next.
See you.
On to the sixth floor?
Right behind you.
( camera shutter clicking )
( siren wailing )
( garbled radio transmission )
Head hits here...
brain pops out,falls to the ground.
You ID the vic?
His name's Paul Gizner.
Climbed the Sears Towerin Chicago,
and a year ago, the ChryslerBuilding here in New York.
Now, I spoke to a guynamed Craig Landeck.
He's a buddy of Paul's
who videotapes his climbsfrom the ground.
He says Paul's too carefuland too good to just fall.
Anything on that videotapethat can tell us what happened?
Scanned through it quickly.Nothing stuck out.
But I sent itover to the lab.
A cell phone.
Yeah.
Landeck told me thatwhen Gizner reaches the top,
he calls his daughterto let her know he made it.
He wasn't at the top.
He wasn't even close.
Resin powder.
Used to absorb sweatand add friction.
A fresh abrasion
on his cheekbone.
No bruises or scratcheson his hands.
Nothing under his fingernails
that says he was strugglingto hold on.
If he knew he was gonna fall,he didn't try to save himself.
So maybe he just let go.
Possible suicide?
Tried to make a call...in the middle of a climb?
911.
Something happened up there.
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♪ Out here in the fields ♪
♪ I fought for my meals ♪
♪ I get my back into my living ♪
♪ I don't need to fight ♪
♪ To prove I'm right ♪
♪ I don't need to be forgiven,yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah♪
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Hold it, please.
All right.
( siren wailing )
No chalk at all
above the 34th floor.
This is where he stopped.
( phone beeps )
Hawkes, meet meon the 34th floor.
HAWKES:Okay, Mac.
Done down here.
Paul Gizner was poundingon this window.
( pounding )
Maybe he wantedto quit the climb.
These windows open.
If someonewas in here,
they could have easilylet him in.
I don't thinkhe wanted to come in.
What makes you say that?
Traces of high-velocityblood spatter on this chair.
( horns honk )
( siren wailing )
( garbled radio transmission )
( camera clicking )
What a way for a guy to go, huh?
All dressed up in a fancy bra.
What's that called, Aiden,when a guy, uh...
is more comfortable wearingwomen's undergarments?
It's like a syndromeor something.
Danny, do you mind?
Can we just process the scene,please?
All right, snapper.
Just tryingto have a little
educated conversation,all right?
Got traces of mud here.
And it's notfrom this guy's shoe.
Hey, guys, what do we got?
A dead guy...
in a rhinestone bra.
Stunning.
Thinking a 36B.
( chuckles )
Just a guess, though.
He's got bloodaround his mouth,
but no apparent traumato the jaw.
There's no signsof strangulation, stab
or gunshot wounds.
No peteMinimal traceaging.
under the fingernails,
and I didn't see any bruisingon the arms or wrists.
You know, it's as if this guy
didn't even strugglewith his attacker.
The guy definitelylooks like he was mugged.
His pockets are turned out,and there's no wallet or cash.
So, what, he just, uh...sat there and took it,
and then he dies?
Well, maybe he was dead,and then he was robbed.
We have positive ID on him?
Sketchy at best:he was new to the building,
and he lives right here.
Name on the buzzer was what?
Price.
What'd yoPrice.
Sure those are rhinestones?
Why, you thinkthey're real diamonds?
I don't know.Let's check it out.
( device beeps )
Consistent with pure carbon.
That little brassiere is worth
over eight million dollars,and this is
the guy who designed it.
Whitman Price.
Whitman Price Diamonds.Guy's all over the paper.
Just designedthe Dazzle Lingerie diamond bra.
Why would somebodyrob the guy
and not takean $8 million bra?
I've been modelingfor this lingerie company
for three years now.
We always shoot the holiday linein September.
I shot the diamond bra photosyesterday,
and, well, what happensbefore or after I wear it,
I couldn't tell you.
I understand the bra is watchedevery minute of every da.
The bra security is handledby Mr. Price's diamond company.
Yesterday, did you noticeanything strange
about Mr. Price?
Yeah. He left thephoto shoot alone.
In the three weeksI've worked with him
at fittings anddesign meetings,
he always travelswith security.
What about you?Do you have your own security?
The lingerie companyprovides me with a bodyguard.
He's the only consistent personin my life.
Where I go, he goes.
See, I'm a commodity.
They need to protecttheir investment.
I make $10,000 a dayjust by getting out of bed.
So much for privacy.
Yeah.
I can't complain.
Yesterday morning, I wasmodeling furs in Central Park,
and the day before that,I was in Paris.
Well, that'sfantastic, really.
But do you know anyonewho would want
to kill Mr. Pricefor a diamond?
I don't know anyonewho wouldn't.
I should get back.
( whistles )
I... yeah.
I can see you're busywith Mr. Price.
I'll come back.
Uh-uh-uh. Get back here.
Not getting offthat easy.
Something I wantto show you.
We ran your vic
through the CT scanner.
It's great stuff.
Wait till you seewhat I found.
Now, there's no evidence
of blunt-force traumato the head.
Everything seems perfectly fine
until we moveinto the chest cavity area.
There. See it?
Yeah. What is it?
Look closely.You'll notice that
on either sideis the esophageal wall.
So, he swallowed somethingand choked to death?
He swallowed something,
then soon after,received a blow to the chest,
causing internal bleeding.
But the ribcage actsas protection.
Yes, but similarto a bumper of a car,
there's still a slight collapsefrom the impact.
Now, whatever this is,
slice through the wallof the esophagus,
and the rightventricle ofthe heart,
he was dead within minutes.
And since Price died so quickly,there was no bruising.
Yes, but there is bruisingon the underlying tissue
on the lower dermallayer of the skin.
And the guy who punched him
left an imprint.
So, we can use subdermalphotography, find our guy,
and match the bruiseto his fist.
Mm-hmm.
I think it's safe to say
that it's not a piece of bread.
Question is...what is it?
Oh, you're asking me to stay?
Bingo.
Diamond in the rough.
Hawkes?
There's this
little mosquitojust taking it easy
standing on the table.
( laughs )
It's humid out there,and the mosquito population
is at its peak.
They feed in early eveningand early morning.
But mosquitoes don't usuallyfly this high.
Probably transported here
this morning.
We start seeing mosquitoes
on the 34th floor,
you know it's gonna bea long, hot week.
Gunshot residue.
Escaped from thecylinder of a revolver.
Our climber
may have witnessed the shooting.
That explainsthe call
to 911.
But where's the victim?
No trail of bloodon the floor, hmm?
This is a recentlybuffed floor.
There's a scuff mark.
And there's another one.
They lead to the door.
Lee Dillard,a senior partner of this firm.
That look like a mosquito biteto you?
Oh, yeah.
TAYLOR:It's plump and fat,filled with blood.
Mosquitoes don'tbite the dead.
Which means it was in this roomwhen our victim was alive.
May have bitten the shooter.
This little mosquito
is our only witness.
We'll take care of it.
Uh, excuse me.
I-I understanda young man
fell from the buildingthis morning.
I'm just a little confused
on exactlyhow my law firm is involved.
We won't be too much longer,Mister...
Eli Bishop.
Bishop and Dillard.
I'm a senior partner, and, uh,
I'd love an answerto my question.
Well, your partner,Lee Dillard, was murdered
in your conference room,
so you'll be ableto continue the work
as usual in about an hour.
That-that can't be true. What?!
Lee?
We were partnersfor seven years.
When was the last timeyou saw him?
Y-Yesterday. Afternoon.
What time did you getto work this morning?
Uh, a little after 7:00,I think.
And you didn't see Lee Dillard?
The, uh...
Uh, the law firm
occupies two floors.My...
My office is downstairs.
How did you hurt your hand,
sir?
A sailing accident.
Uh,
I'm sorry, I have to, uh,
make some phone callsand, uh, talk to my staff.
All right.
You just told himhis partner was murdered,
and he didn't even askwhat happened.
So overwhelmed bythe news, I guess.
Or maybe he alreadyknows the answer.
( car horns honking )
( siren wailing )
Hey.
You need some help?
No, thanks.I got it.
This is the last boxI have to unpack,
and then I'm officiallymoved in.
So, I hearyou've been catching mosquitoes.
( laughs )
The only witnessto our crime.
She bit the vic,
but there's alsoa chance she bitour shooter.
A mosquito feedsuntil she's full.
She?
Only the female ofthe species bites.
Good for her.
Did you know thatHawkes is a walking encyclopedia
of tidbit information?
That's good.
We can go to himinstead of Google.
So, have you startedtorturing him yet?
No. It's testing, Stella.
Just testing.
All the rookies getthe same treatment.
So, where is he?
Right now, he's performinga little mosquitotopsy.
How you doing?
Yeah, Zack, see if youcan get a hit from this.
Yep.
MESSER:Now let's fill in the printand let AFIS work its magi.
( beeping )
( typing )
Hello, guys.
Here's our diamond.
Hey.
Wow!
I've been processingdirt all day,
and you've been shoppingat Tiffany's.
This is what our thiefwas looking for.
And the most expensivepiece of evidence
I've ever pulled outof somebody's guts.
ZACK:50-caratteardrop diamond.
$6.2 million of the $8 millionprice tag of that bra.
Well, where'd you get it?
Whitman Price's throat.
You're looking at causeof death.
He swallowed it to keepthe thief from stealing it.
So, if the thiefdidn't get whathe's looking for,
why not just take the bra?
Yeah, but...
these diamondsare laser-inscribed,
so you can't fence them,you get pinched.
Can't cut them'cause they're too small.
But this, you can cut and sell.
( phone ringing )
Excuse me.
Hello?
So, why was the, uh,vic wearing a bra?
It's oneof the unanswered questions.
I'll be right there.
All right.
Stell, I got to go.
Okay.
Hey, Zack, canyou take care
of those bacterial coloniesfor me?
And I'll Yeah,ou later.
bacteria's really not
exactly my areaof expertise.
( clears throat, beep )
Okay, we got a hit.
Nice.
Fred Becker.
He's a paroled jewel thief.
Now, works as a security expertin the diamond district.
You and me, Stell?
Yeah, absolutely.Come on.
Was that supposed to happen?
No.
TAYLOR: You're Mr. Dillard's assistant.
Where were you this morning, Adam?
Outside this building.
I was at the doorsat Fifth Avenue whenI saw that guy fall.
So, you didn't see your bossthis morning at all?
No.
Is this pen yours?
I don't know. Maybe.
It's from the Dandridge Hotel.
Lee Dillard never stayed there,
but, according to the records,you had.
Yeah, I've stayed at the hotellots of times.
When I have to work lateand be up early.
Lots of peopleat the firm do it.
We found this pen on the floorof the conference room.
After the cleaning crewhad finished for the night.
You're sure
you didn't see your bossthis morning?
Yes, I'm sure.
You should betalking toMr. Bishop.
His name is firston the letterhead,
and he makes sureeveryone knows it.
He was planning tosplit the partnership.
Everyone knew that except for...
( clears throat ):...Mr. Dillard.
So, he has motive, but
you didn't answer my question.
Is this pen yours?
The pen. The pen.The pen is mine.
Mr. Dillard takes things frommy desk all the time. He must
have taken it, andbrought it into theconference room.
Simple as that.
( clears throat )
I understandhe was very demanding.
And demeaning,
but that's no reasonto kill him.
When was the last timeyou saw him?
Yesterday.
( car horns honking, siren wailing )
I told Mr. Priceto wear the bra.
It's the best wayto conceal it.
No briefcase or bags.
So, you worksecurity
for Whitman'sdiamond company?
Yeah, yeah, on and off.
A lot more latelysince he designed that bra
for the, uh, DazzleLingerie Company.
Diamonds are a multimillion-dollar business.
Look around you.
They got armored trucks,
bulletproof cases,
bodyguards, off-duty cops.
Crooks are always lookingfor new ways
and quick opportunities,believe me.
And who better toguess their next move
than an ex-jewelry thief?
MESSER:You're kind of like
the wolf guardingthe henhouse, Fred.
Might get tempted.
I liked Whitman Price.
I didn't stealnothing from him.
Night that he was killed,I, uh, messed up a little bit.
We were,
uh,
at a promotional shootfor the bra.
( camera shutters clicking )
So, I got distracted.
When you're aroundall those beautiful women,
it's, uh...a little hard
to resist, so, yeah,I kind of felt
like the wolf.
Anybody else handle the brabesides you and Whitman?
Yeah, yeah, oneother person.
The modelthat the bra was made for.
Nicole Jordan.
This is a reallygreat story, Fred,
but I-I'm... I'm havingsome trouble with it.
Why's that?
You got that diamond, Danny?
HeIt's, uh,.
the diamondthat Whitman Price swallowed.
Take a look at that.
See that glow?
Means it's asynthetic.
It's fake.
Why would he goto the trouble
of swallowing
the synthetic diamond, huh?
Hey.
Hawkes, how'sit going?
Well, the job's great.
Mac is...
I feel like he's always lookingover my shoulder.
( laughs ):He is.
Just don't look back.
And know the answers to hisquestions before he asks the,
which means you're also gonnahave to know his questions.
In about a week and a half,
what you just said is gonnamake sense to me, right?
Hmm. You know, if youkeep playing defense,
you're never gonnaget the ball.
Have fun.
He found me, and...
and he raped me again.
It was the same guy,Aiden, I know it.
D.J. Pratt?
But you saidyou didn't see his face.
He smelled the same.
Like... paint thinner.
I'm gonna need the clothesyou were wearing that night
and to takea sexual assault kit.
Regina,
I was with you every stepof the way the first time,
and I'm gonna be with you again.
( sighs )
Is this your husband,Mrs. Dillard?
Thanks, Evan.
FLACK: Mrs. Dillard, what time
did your husbandleave for work
this morning?
I don't know.
I'm stayingat my sister's
right now.
Lee and I are...
were havinga rough time.
How rough?
I didn't kill him.
Where were you this morning?
I was joggingin the park.
HAWKES:Did you runinto anyone
who could sayyou were there?
I jog alone,
off the main path.
Did you love your husband?
Nobody loved Lee.
Except his first wife, Connie.
The only person that hated himenough to kill him
was Eli Bishop.
When was the last timeyou saw Mr. Dillard?
Two weeks ago.
HAWKES:Okay.
Thank you very much.
This way.
Take care.
Oh, come on.
HAWKES:Three suspects.
All three are lying.
I'm gonnaput my moneyon Eli Bishop.
Good, good.
So, we, uh, haveall the evidence we need
for the DAto get a conviction.
That's whatyou're saying?
Bishop claims he wasn't in thatconference room this mornin.
No. What he said wasthat he hadn't seen his partner.
And he has an alibi:
his secretary.
She said she was with himall morning.
But Bishop'spalm print,wart and all,
was on that conference roomtable after the cleaning crew
had been there.
You're making a scientific leaphere, Hawkes.
We haven't forensicallyconnected that print
to Bishop's hand.
I thoughtthese machines were new.
All right, the assistant,
Adam Sorenson--that's our guy.
He doesn't deny that the penin the conference room was his.
Hawkes, you have to admithis explanation
does make sense.
His boss could have easily been a pen thief.
Then we missed something
because Brenda Dillarddidn't do it.
You sure about that?
Because the printon the pregnancy test wand
matches the print
on the glass of waterused by Brenda Dillard.
Which means she lied
about the last time she saw her husband.
Two weeks ago.
She was in that office
some time afterthe cleaning crew left
and before the climber fell.
But she said she was joggingin Central Park this morning.
And you believeher story?
She's lying,which could explain
why we found herpregnancy testin the trash.
I suspect she was there
to tell her husbandshe was pregnant.
She brought thetest for proof.
But lying doesn't make youguilty of murder.
And neither does being pregnant.
Yeah. Well, thefact remains,
Brenda Dillard isstill a suspect.
Until now.
I've been doing my homework.
Withholding information.
You've been chattingwith Stella.
These are the DNA resultsfrom our mosquito.
There were traces of bloodfrom our vic and someone else
extractedfrom the mosquito's abdomen.
That someone else has male DNA.
Hmm. Takes the heatoff Brenda Dillard.
Means we'll need to geta reference sample to determine
if the DNA belongsto the assistant, Adam Sorenson,
or the partner, Eli Bishop.
My guess is that
those guys aren't gonna give upa damn thing.
We lifted that palm print,
and if it's Eli Bishop's,it contains his epithelials.
And those epithelials
have DNA.
If it's a match to the bloodfrom the mosquito,
Bishop could be our guy.
If not, by processof elimination...
Still doesn't pointto the assistant.
Adam is the shooter,we need something else.
I'm gonna go backto the mosquito.
( gunshot )
No fibers, no hairs.
There's nothing here.
Aiden.
Hey, Mac.
I was just comingto talk to you.
I was hoping I could bereassigned to that...
Already done.
Make sure we get him this time.
Okay.
ZACK:Aiden's soil microbesare done incubating.
So, basedon the bacterial colonies
in this petri dish,we can conclude
that the soil foundaround Whitman Price's body
are consistent with the soilfound in Central Park.
MESSER:Nicole Jordan said
she was in Central Park.
I don't buy that.She's too skinny.
What?
To throw a punch hard enough
to kill Whitman Price.
Where I go, he goes.
"Where I go, he goes."
( camera shutter clicking )
All right, that's goodin the snow.
Okay.
It's hot a littlebit, huh?
What the hell are youwearing a jacket for?
Ah, my motherstill dresses me.
MESSER:Look at this.
Christmasin the summertime.
Here he is.
I got him!
Hey, NYPD!
BONASERA:CSI,
I need backup
at 581 Myrtle Street.
( groans )
( grunts )
( grunts and groans )
I got you, big guy.
Don't move!
( handcuffs clicking )
Looks like, uh, you hurtyour hand roughing somebody up.
You're talking nonsense.
You know what?Do me a favor. Shut up.
I'm too tired to listento you play stupid. Shut up.
Got Yup.
D.J. Pratt?
Yeah.
Detective Burn. CrimeScene Investigator.
I know who you are.
Where were youthree nights ago?
I thinkI was eating a nice steak
at some corner joint inthe Bronx where nobody knew me.
Don't really rememberthe name of the place.
He smelled like paint thinner.
You know,you can make this a lot easier.
Just turn around...
Cooperate?
I don't appreciateyou coming down here.
Just exactly what crimedid I commit?
Oh, you knowwhat you did,
and I know you did it.
This is a photo
of the guard's fist.
And that's a photo
of the subdermal bruising
on Whitman Price's chest.
It's a match.
Whitman!
Tell me,where is it?
You'll take itover my dead body.
( grunting )
( gasping )
We've got Whitman's killer.
Now, where's the real diamond?
Yeah.a?
Got a minute?
Sure.
How do you tell someone
who was raped for a second timeby the same guy
that he's gonna go free again?
We did everything right
18 months ago,and this guy was acquitted
because she wouldn't testify.
Now Regina Mooreis asking for a miracle
based on paint thinnerand... gut instinct.
( sighs )
Did he do it?
Without a doubt.
Then we keep trying.
We're scientists, Aiden.
We want to come tothe rescue, but we can't.
It's not our job.
We analyze evidence
and determine whethersomebody's guilty or not.
I just want this to end for her.
I... I just feel so powerless.
We all have that one case thathaunts us and strings us along.
Trust me, whenyou solve it,
no matter how long it takes,it's so worth it.
( softly ):Yeah.
It will workout, Aiden.
It is so worth it.
It's there.
Uh... you're gonnabe okay, all right?
Good.
( camera shutters clicking )
♪ ♪
Forget where you hid it?
What?
Very clever, Nicole,
very, very clever.
I beg your pardon.
You stole the diamond.
I didn't
You must have beenso nervous,
wondering ifyou'd get away with it.
There it was,right there.
You couldn't resist it.You had to try.
You made the switch in the one place
you knew you'd be alone: your dressing room.
What I couldn't figure outis how no one else knew,
not eventhe bra's designer.
Your plan was as flawless as the diamond itself.
Until your bodyguard killed Whitman Price
for a diamond they both thought was real.
You ever seenone of these?
Really fascinatinghow it works.
See, basically, you can detectif there's
blood, semen...
MESSER:Saliva.
( beeping )
And, in this case...
...the real diamond.
It doesn't glow.
I'll hold it.
It was beautiful.
And you hid it in plain sight.
So you left the diamond
on the tree.
That way it wasn't in yourpossession, just in case
we got suspicious,
and you could take itdown any time.
Maybe your plan wasto take it tonight?
You have no proofof any of this.
I will when I dust that diamond.
And they say modelsare all body and no brains.
And this is a perfect exampleof how wrong they are.
Okay, come here.
Ah, easy, come on,come on, come on.
TAYLOR: Our mosquito couldn't fly
because she wasweighed down.
She bit the shooter ashe was firing the weapon.
GSR coated her wings.
Exactly.
The unknown blood
in our mosquitowas from our shooter.
And it's not Eli Bishop.
That leaves Adam Sorenson.
He wasn't just nervous.
HAWKES: Possible mosquito bite.
I'm liking Adam more and more.
( sighs )
What is it, Mac?
I want to move on this,but I'm stuck on one thing.
Motive.
TAYLOR:This is a video Flack recovered
from Paul Gizner's friend.
HAWKES:He stopped,
but you can't tellwhat he's doing.
There's something there.
( typing )
See it there?
The muzzle flash of the gun.
The blinds were open.
When I rode up on the platform,
there were hundredsof people watching me
from all these buildings.
Why would you shoot someonein a high-rise building
and leave the blinds open?
So someone else could watch.
TAYLOR:This room is
the perfect view to the murder.
I'm, uh,
here for my ex-husband'sfuneral.
Nothing more.
I just arrivedthis morning.
No.
You came here two days ago...to watch him
kill your ex-husband.
And he's here right nowto close the deal.
Am I right?
( sighs )
It's not too much to ask.
In fact,it's the least I could do,
after my husband traded mefor a younger woman
and stiffed me in the divorce.
You signeda prenuptial agreement.
Doesn't change the factthat everything he was,
he would never be without me.
You know the partthat really pisses me off?
The new Mrs. Dillard,
she gotall the fringe benefits--
my husband and my money.
And then you cameto the rescue.
You noticed he hadn't takenhis first wife Connie
off his lucrative
life insurance policy,and you figured
you'd take advantage of heranger, cash in, get a cut.
I don't knowwhat you're talking about.
What's in the bag, sir?
Gym clothes.
( unzipping )
Your cut.
This room is in your name.
Lee Dillard...
treated me like I was his slave.
I was happy to do it.
And you might have gotten awaywith it,
but what you bothdidn't count on...
was the climber.
It's unbelievable.
( screaming )
Your plan to get the body outof the building: impossible.
Too many cops, all on the scenefor the climber.
And you...
and you were afraid
that the climber justmight be a witness,
so you picked up
the phone...and you called Adam.
Pick up. Pick up.
Come on. Answer your phone.
We subpoenaed yourhotel phone records.
The call you madefrom that phone to Adam's cell
made all the difference.
That...
and a mosquito.
Hello.
Okay.
Regina Moore?
This case evidenceis 18 months old.
It's gonna take me a minute.
Take your time.
It was him.
I know it was him.
BURN:There's nothing here.
Make sure we get him this time.
MOORE: It was the same guy, Aiden.
I know it. He smelled the same.
BONASERA: We want to come to the rescue,but we can't. It's not or job.
TAYLOR: Make sure we get him this time.
Just exactlywhat crime did I commit?
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