( engines revving )
( screaming and hooting )
( hooting, whistling and laughing )
Did you see that?
( hooting )
They're gonna kill someone.
Fine. Just don't let it be us.
I'd like to get homein one piece.
( both screaming )
( garbled radio transmission )
FLACK:Now, you knowI've always
been one to letyou do your thing,
but the Chiefof the TrafficBureau has asked me
to pass along a message.
Uh, let me guess.Hurry up?
It is the FDR, Stella.
Ripple effect fromshutting this down's
gonna jam up themorning commute.
( sirens, garbled radio transmission )
FLACK:Got my guyson the bridge, Mac.
TAYLOR:Kia Rowe.
19.
No purse, no wallet.
ID in her pocket-- she wanted usto know who she was.
Suicide?
Maybe she hadthe ID in her pocket
'cause she didn't liketo carry a purse.
I'm looking at the overpass,and I'm thinking swan dive.
Fall doesn't kill her,traffic on the FDR does.
She didn't jump.
Defense wounds.
She fought with someone.
Probably was thrownfrom the bridge.
Good-bye, suicide.
Hello, murder.
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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♪
♪ Yeah. ♪
She fought like hell.
She didn't want to die.
No, she did not.
Wounds are linear.
Edges clean.
TAYLOR: Consistent with a knife.
DOCTOR: Not a fair fight.
Well, she scratchedsomething or someone.
Yeah, already scrapedand sent to Trace.
Also plucked a fingernail
fragment off her shirt.
Hers are manicured
and intact.
TAYLOR:So, what you foundmay be our killer's.
But fingernails don'tyield testable DNA.
Lab's gonna haveto run mitochondrial.
They've been forewarned.
She's got the feetof a dancer.
Bunion.
Hammer toe.
Common injuries for a dancer.
The big toe angles towards the other toes,
forcing itself behind the second toe,
which causes the middle joint to buckle.
You were a dancer?
More like a student--jazz, tap, ballet.
I... I have some skills.
DOCTOR:As do I.
Heavy Latininfluence, merengue.
TAYLOR:Sid?
What about these abrasions?
Well, I've been pickingthese particles, uh,
out of the balls ofher feet all morning.
My educated guess-- glass.
But the car window spidered.
It didn't shatter.
Not to mentionshe was wearingshoes when she fell.
So, where'd these come from?
( machine trilling )
( high-pitched beeping )
( rapid beeping )
FLACK:Dug up some backgroundon our vic.
Kia Rowe wasfresh to the city.
She hadn't evenbeen here a year.
She was originallyfrom Memphis.
I ran her SocialSecurity number.
She rents a roomon the West Side
and collectsunemployment.
She also plays the lottery.
All it takes is a dollarand a dream.
I'm a dreamer, too.
I see.
What's that,a playbook?
Sort of.
These are dance movements.
Individual stepsto a particular piece of music.
"This is why you're here!"
It looks like
she's folded it and unfolded itat least a thousand times.
It must be pretty importantto her.
She wanted to dance her wayto stardom.
This was her ticket.
The glass shards
in her feet were coatedwith titanium dioxide.
Titanium? Must be strong stuff.
And heat-resistant.
She's a dancer,so, I'm thinking stage lighting.
We got to find a stage.
Well, that shouldn't bea problem.
Just like a play in football
can be specificto a team,
choreography can be specificto a dance company.
Back, ball, change,back, ball, change, pirouette.
Attitude, shoulder roll.
Impressive.
Those were the easy steps.
( clears throat ):These are not.
And very well rehearsed,
and I have a pretty good ideawhere.
( horns honking )
All I'm saying is,I don't understand
why I have to go.
I mean, it's her boss'skid's bar mitzvah.
How does that concern me?
So, two hours out of yourSaturday's a deal breaker?
Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa,I'm not the bad guy.
Looks like our friendhere had a bad night.
Yeah.
Oh! This guy's foul.
Smells worse than dead.
Yeah, like fish.
Yeah, it's great.
Surrounding area's undisturbed.
No sign
of struggle.
What do you think? Dump job?
Body on Bruckner Boulevard?The Bronx?
Definitely.
No ID.
He's got a hole in his chest.
Straight throughto the other side.
Body temp's 80.6.
Cooling rate'sone point five degrees an hour.
Means he'sbeen a corpse
about 12 hours.
Question is, where was hebefore that?
Interesting shape.
Extremely.
Definitely caught my eye,as did his odor
with my olfactory senses.
Yeah, we got some of thatat the scene.
He was fishy.
Blackfin Snapper.
That's what the aromareminded me of-- snapper...
lightly layered with asweet and sour relish.
'Course, for a littlepow to the palette,
I'd add sambal oelekand garlic chili sauce.
You got that from the corpse?
Inspiration can befound in anything.
In this case, itwas a perforation
of the InferiorVena Cava.
Caused tamponadingof the wound.
He was corked by the weapon?
But that didn'tkill him.
What killed him?
Getting uncorked.
Any idea what wentthrough this guy?
Uh, yes.
Many.
Hmm. What do yougot there?
No clue, butthis is the fourth one
I've pulled out,and it's certainlynot part of him.
Then it's part of the weapon.
♪ ♪
There's glass shardsin her shoes.
And littered around the stagefrom the spotlights.
Huh. Well, the locks are justfor show,
so anybody could havescooped up some of them
and spiked Kia's shoes.
We need to find outwho this anybody is.
Means I'm searching for crumbs.
( clears throat )
I got nothingfrom the dancers.
What did you findin Kia's locker?
Uh, we got hot packsfor before rehearsal,
cold packs for after rehearsal,
Ibuprofen for inflammation.
I guess you gotto dance through the pain.
( laughs )
Wow. Looks likeshe plays every week.
I'm more of a
play when the pot's hugekind of guy.
"One, 16, 23, 28, 39, 50"?
"One, 16, 23,
28, 39, 50."
Same numbers again and again.
Must be her lucky numbers.
FLACK:Tell me aboutthe glass, Shayna.
Look, I told you, okay:I don't know
how it got there.
Maybe she was walkingaround barefoot
and she steMaybe. the glass.
But it's also on the doorrelease to your locker.
A thousand ways it could havegotten there.
You see the girls around here?
Every one's a great dancer.
And I hate them.
They hate me.
We're not friends, okay?
We don't want each otherto succeed.
And so you made surethat Kia wouldn't
by sabotaging her shoes.
You hobbled her so she wouldn'tmake her steps.
Yeah? proving a point.
I'm the best dancer here.
Kia was the new girl and he had the hots for her.
MAN:Okay.
Lucky for you you're hot,so I'll tolerate
you butchering the moves.
And that's not fair.
Neither is murder.
Don't you look at me like that.I didn't kill Kia.
If anything,I'm the victim here.
Yeah, I know, I know.I've heard your sob story.
Now I want to hear what theknife in you locker has to say.
I got rights, okay.
You can't gNot yet.h my locker.
But in 20 minuteswhen the warrant
gets here, your world opens up.
♪ ♪
Heard sand came pouringout of our victim's shoes.
If he was killedat the beach,
could explain the fishy smellof the body.
That makes sense,
but this doesn't.
Trace from themurder weapon
pulled from the vic'sthrough and through.
HAWKES:Looks like skin.
Yeah.
But it's not the victim's.
No.
Outer layer of the humanepidermis is composed soley
of flattened squamousepithelial cells.
This tissue does
contain epithelials,but they're mixed in
with another cell type.
In English, Doc.
This skin isn't human.
♪ ♪
Unbelievable.
The vic smelled
like fish because that'swhat went through him.
Literally.
Tissue in the woundis from Xiphias
...Gladius.
Stabbed by a swordfish?
I'm looking at the bill
on this fish and I'm thinking
it's possible.
I'm not Mr. Fisherman,
and I don't know a thingabout swordfish,
but this isreal skin tissue.
It didn't come off sometaxidermied fish
hanging on a wall-- this guygot stabbed by the real thing.
You might not be
Mr. Fisherman, but I'm beginningto think our victim wa.
It's a rough way to go out,
but stranger accidentshave happened.
Death by swordfish.
Man, I love being in the field.
Shayna's lawyer'sstarting to act up, Mac.
Where are we with the knifefrom the locker?
Nowhere.
Blade is consistent withthe wounds on Kia's arms,
but it testednegative for blood.
So we can't proveit's the knife thatslashed her up.
That's only partof the problem.
Shayna's a good suspect.
Jealous dancer,explains the sabotage,
but it's a huge jump to gofrom spiking Kia's shoes
to thEspecially withoutidge.
leaving a traceof evidence behind.
Search of the bridge andoverpass turned up squat.
Let's back up a bit.
What, besides jealousy,would be a good motive?
Money.
Okay, she had 30losing tickets
in her lockerand this one in her pocket.
Check outthe numbers.
One...
16, 23, 28,
39 and 50.
Ticket was a winner.
Yeah, and her lucky numbersadd up to $17 million.
And 17 million motives.
( excited chatter )
Hey, Dorothy, we gonnaprocess or what?
Commuters are piling up.
First off, Officer Murphy,I'm from Montana, not Kansas.
Second...
this is my crime scene,
and I'm extremely thorough.
Tram opens when I'm done.
( briefcase latches snapping )
Now... who is he?
Harold Claven, 64,three days from retirement.
He was the tram driver.
You're bagging his hands?
Can't fool you.
It was probablyjust a heart attack.
Noted.
Who found him?
Commuter this morning.
First tram, 6:00 a.m.
( woman screaming )
Did you know thisis the nation's only
functioningcommuter tram?
MURPHY:No.
And that knowledge doesn'taffect me one way or the other.
Really?
I found it kindof interesting.
( commuters clamoring in distance )
Blood.
Settle in, Murphy,I'm gonna be here awhile.
That's her.
I'll talk to her.
LAURA: I knew something bad had happened.
Fred works through the night,
but he comes home every morningfor breakfast,
take Jake to school-- always.
So when he didn't, that's whenyou reported him missing.
Yeah.
Was there anyone herethat had a problem with Fred,
that might have wantedto hurt him like this?
There's hundreds of vendorsaround here,
I mean, some big,some small, like us.
You know, and we're all sellingthe same thing: fish.
But sometimes costsarea all going
in one direction,and Fred...
I don't know, he... he didn'twant to raise the rates.
Means your business is suddenlystanding out from the crowd.
Seems Fred Baylisswas upsetting
the status quo here atthe Fulton Fish Market.
So everyone under this roofis a potential suspect.
Some 400,000square feet,
I just found out.
That's a lot of people.
We got to narrowdown that list.
Already on it.
Area's been hosed down,
but they missed a spot.
Misting pattern.
Blood's human.
Fred Bayliss didn't die at sea.
( grunts )
( grunts )It weighs a ton.
HAWKES:Actually, it's probablymore like 250 pounds.
Fish that size are easierfor restaurants to carve up
and minimize off-cutsand odd-sized portions.
What I was getting atis that I don't see somebody
lifting this thingand stabbing Fred with it.
So if the fish
didn't come to Fred...
Fred came to the fish.
And hard.
MESSER:He had to be pushed.
HAWKES:No reaction to blood.
Neither of these beakswent through Fred.
Voids in the ice.
We're missing fish.
Murder weapon's been sold.
Well, we need to find itbefore it becomes dinner.
I'm sorry, you want what?
Those. Bingo.
Actually, weonly want one.
This is a customer list fromthe Bayliss Fish Company.
You, Richard Daly,had these
swordfish deliveredthis morning.
This is a warrantto test the beaksfor the presence
of Fred Bayliss's blood.
For Fred's blood?
I don't understand.What happened to him?
Fred's dead.
Wait. Hold on a second.
So then, one ofmy swordfish...
I paid full pricefor them.
Now they'reworthless, tainted.
I'm sure Fred's sorryfor the inconvenience
his murder has causedyour restaurant.
I'm sorry.
That came out wrong.
Of course, it's awful what
happened to Fred...
It's just...
...well, swordfish is kind of
why people come here.
PR like thiscan kill a restaurant.
Wow.
( Messer chuckles )
People never ceaseto amaze me.
What's the word?
Positive.
Sorry for your loss.
MESSER: My hat's off to Fred, though.
I couldn't work aroundthis smell all day long.
But a decomp dead bodyyou're okay with?
It's a fish thing.
I'm sure if the paycheck wasright, you'd be okay with it.
That figure and what Fred'spulling in are worlds apart.
So says his wife,and I'm sure
you caught the uniformon his son.
In New York City, that meansprivate school, expensive.
He wanted thebest for his kid.
Nothing wrong withthat investment.
Let's pick up the pace.
I'm starting to geta little nauseous.
GRACK:Substances underKia Rowe's fingernails
were not from an attacker.
No foreign DNA.
Found remnantsof Ethylene Propylene
and traces of Bisphenol Aand Cresyl Glycidyl Ether.
Rubber and glue...
Neither of which isspecific to Shayna
or the QueensboroughBridge.
They may have nothing to dowith Sorry.murder.
MONROE:There you are.
I've been lookingfor you everywhere.
DNA report
from my case--it's a blood smear
I pulled off the window sillof the Roosevelt Tram.
Mac.
Blood came from Kia Rowe.
She didn't fall off the bridge,she fell off the tram.
Two victims, one case...
new direction.
MONROE:Tram's last run of the night
was from Roosevelt Islandto Manhattan-- 2:00 a.m.
We have no other bodies.
Nobody reported Harold dead
until the tramsopened the next morning.
So we have to assume that therewere three people in the tram.
Harold the driver,
Kia and our killer.
The only oneto make it off alive.
Safety stickeraffixed with glue.
Door sealant,
complete with scratch marks.
Kia wanted out of this tram.
( screams )
And without disablingthe gear box
from the locking mechanism,there's no way these doors
are openingwhile the tram is moving.
Our driver knew that.
Maybe he comes over,tries to help Kia.
She bolts for the window.
Blood on the sill.
Risked her lifetrying to save it.
But why?
I mean, if this isa robbery over a ticket,
why not just give it up?
$17 millionisn't worth your life.
I'm beginning to thinkthis wasn't about
the lottery ticket at all.
The killer had to know
Kia had the winninglottery ticket on her.
Means they also knewthe numbers.
That's a lotof inside information.
But not impossible.
Kia played the same numbersevery week.
No secret there.
Then how come nobody knewshe hit the big jackpot?
Drawing happened long before
she got on the tram, yet there'sno evidence she did anything
out of the ordinaryleading up to her death.
Problem is, if it's not arobbery, then we have no motiv.
No, we just haven'tfound it yet.
Well, what's our next step?
We go over any unidentified
evidence while we ask ourselfone question:
If Kia lived on the West Side
and the dance companywas downtown...
Then what was she doingon Roosevelt Island
at 2:00 in the morning,in the first place?
You know,I've never been fishing.
Never even thoughof trying it.
Seems kind of boring.
Till you hook something.
I went fishing withmy old man once
out on Pier A in Battery Park.
I caught the sweeteststriped bass.
Must have weighedclose to 30 pounds.
You eat it?
Threw it back.
Would you eat anythingthat came out of the Hudson?
Good point.
There's a fiber in the gill.
Fish comes from the ocean
to the freezer
to the dinner plate.
How does something like that get picked up along the line?
That's not the only oddity.
Flesh is bone dry.
Soft.
Flaccid.
Yeah.
This fish is edible,
but it's not fresh.
Been on ice for at least a week.
We need to find out
where Fred's fishcame from, don't we?
Oh, yeah.
Let's find the supplier.
I'm a businessman, legitimate.
Fred Bayliss is a sketchy one.
Really?
I been asking around.
Seems a lot of peoplewere unhappy
with the fish he was selling.
Turns out, it allcame from you.
Murder weapon included.
I haul them from the Atlantic,hold them, sell them at Fulton.
After that, it's Fred's problem.
Come on, what happened?
Did he call you out on the badfish you were selling him?
Pissed you off a little bit?
Once you adda few of those to the mix,
your temper started to flare.
You're damn right
I lost my temper.
And I had every reason to.
Your check bounced.
That how we're
doing business now?
I'm strapped for cash.I've got extra costs.
That's your problem.
Till you pay me what you owe,
you're not gettingthe fresh catch.
Okay. How much he owe you?
14 grand.
He didn't have thatbecause he wouldn't
raise his rateson his customers.
That's his right.
But I told him,"If you stiff me again,
you can find a new supply line."
I yelled, but I neverlaid a hand on him.
You wear that
sweater yesterday?
It's the sweaterI wear every day.
Well, I'm gonna needa piece of it.
Two fibers look like a match.
Yeah, unfortunately,looks can be deceiving.
They're both wool,but the top spectrum is from
the swordfish, bottom isfrom McShea's sweater.
Not even close.
Yeah, dyes are different,
leaving mewith a lone, gray fiber
of unknown origin...
pulled from the gillof a swordfish, no less.
Fiber that may or may not
have anything to dowith Fred Bayliss' murder.
Yet, it's my only lead.
So why don't you give mesome Sorry.ews, please?
The sand collectedoff Fred Bayliss,
I don't know where it came from.
All I know is it didn't comefrom a beach
inFantastic.
Mystery sand, mystery fiber,no suspects.
VIVIAN:Thanks for comingwith me, Vincent.
I'm your brother.Don't be silly.
The victim's family's waiting.
They'll want answers.
What have you got?
Respiratory failure.
Harold Claven's heartstopped beating,
but it wasn't natural.
Moderate subarachnoidhemorrhaging
to the frontal region
and a significantcontusion
to the occipital lobe.
AKA-- coup contrecoup.
Whiplash to the brain?
Exactly.
He died before any visiblebruising could form.
The first blow to his headwas also his last.
( groaning )
As the head recoils,
the brain hits the back of the skull,
crushing the occipital lobe,
then sloshes forward from the momentum.
Swelling aroundthe brain stem
leads to respiratory arrest.
Oxygen flowto the heart is stopped.
The result is death.
The result is murder.
Oh, one more thing.
Um, some sort of gel.
I swabbed it.I have no idea what it is.
When I find out...
I'll let you know.
Mitochondrial DNA from thefingernail found on Kia
matches mito DNA from skin foundunder the tram driver's nails.
Okay, same DNA on bothour vics.
It means itmost likely came
from our killer.
The DNA's male.It rules out Shayna,
the other dancer,
and leaves uswith no suspects.
Not for long.It's a bodega receipt
Lindsay collectedfrom the tram.
Ibuprofen, aspirin, hot pack
and one lottery ticket.
That was Kia's receipt.
Exactly.
Kia livedon the West Side.
South Point Park
is a Roosevelt Island address.
Who lives there?
The choreographer.
Yes, Kia was atmy apartment.
We were hanging out.
Innocent fun.
She ended up dead.I don't call that innocent.
I don'tbelieve this.
I got a theater fullof mediocrity
and now the copsare on my ass.
Why don't you losethe attitude.
Fine. I'll play along.
Kia had a badaudition yesterday.
She really blew it.
Nevertheless,I decided
to give her another shot.
She blew that opportunityas well.
How badly do you want
to be a dancer?
I am a dancer!
And you're a scumbag.
She made her point,and took off.
That was the last timeI saw her.
I don't believe thatfor a second.
Of course not. You're a cop.
No.
It's because people lie.
But DNA doesn't.
You offer up yours--prove what you say is true.
Definitely not.
We done here?
Back to work.
Let me seethat again.
Won't give us his DNAto prove his innocence.
We'll just use it
to prove his guilt.
Fred Bayliss paid how muchfor his son to go to preschool?
14 thou and change,
which I'm guessingis why he owed
close to the same amountto McShea.
What do they gotat these schools--
yellow finger paintmade with gold?
Nope. Just a waiting lista mile long
full of names of the city'smost elite toddlers.
That seals it.
I'm not having kids.Much too expensive.
What happened to
"There's nothing wrongwith that investment"?
You two can't answeryour cell phones?
Um... much too impersonal.
We prefer theface-to-faceinteraction.
Which is whywe were on our wayto see you right now.
Follow me.
I now know where the sandfrom Fred Bayliss'
clothes came from.
I also knowit's not just sand.
Okay, I'm seeingsand and shells.
Kahelelani shells.
Extremely expensiveand indigenous
only the Hawaiianisland Nihau.
MESSER:Private island.
That means Fred wasn't walkingalong any sandy beaches
unless he was invitedby someone.
I don't think Fred Baylisswent to Hawaii.
I think Hawaii came to him.
He imported the sand and shells?
This is New York City.
If you've got the money,anything's possible.
But he was just getting by.
He's the poster boyfor the working class guy.
He is... but his son isn't.
His son playswith New York's elite.
So the sandboxwas a gift?
As was the computer lab,
and the plasma televisionsin the language center.
Parents often donate giftsof such magnitude.
They want the bestfor their children.
You mean they want theirchildren accepted to the school.
The bigger the gift, thebetter chances you child has
of becoming oneof the chosen few, right?
A donation, no matter the size,does not guarantee admittance.
Ultimately, it'sall about the child.
Personality?
Potential.
So Fred Bayliss' son has what ittakes to go the distance?
He's a perfect fitfor the school.
Strong recommendation letter,great interview
and parents that wantedto be involved.
So the Baylisses werethe perfect family.
Yet they were alsoin the minority.
You admitted 20 new studentsthis year out of 100 applicants.
What happensto the other kids
that aren't accepted?
We're the best choice...not the only choice.
Excuse me.
Yeah. Thanks for nothing.
Okay...
so Fred's sonis on the fast track
to the Ivy League, but thatstill doesn't get us any closer
to who killed Fred.
No, it doesn't,but what it does mean
is that we've exhaustedevery piece of evidence
except our mystery fiber.
Back to the lab?
All right.
( beeping )
( whirring )
Our choreographer is a lech,but not a murderer.
Our suspect countis back to zero.
Think this wasa random event?
It's possible.
Who wants to play?
Hydrogen sulphide?
I borrowed thatfrom the Trace lab.
Stuff stinks.
That rotten egg smell,it's absolutely awful.
Yes, I'm aware of that.Why is it in my office?
For the sake of science.
Well, come on, Mac,it's for science.
Okay, go ahead.
This gel was foundon Harold Claven's neck--
the tram driver.
Now it's on my lip.What is it?
In a word, amazing.
One swipe under the nostrils
provides the humanolfactory pathway
with a sourceof cross-adapting odorants,
effectively altering
the brain's smell receptors.
BONASERA:So it makes
bad smells smell nice.
Better than nice;like vanilla.
Not bad.
In fact, it's vanilla.
RYeah.?
This little gem of a productis called Odorscreen,
and it's not yet availablecommercially.
Then who's using it?
Borough sanitation,on a trial basis.
The guys at the 82nd Streetgarage are the guinea pig.
Any connection to Kia Rowe?
No. But there is a connectionto Harold Claven.
The tram driver?
The intended victim.
Vincent Williams?
We have DNA, Vincent.
Skin underHarold Claven's nails,
a fingernail foundon Kia Rowe.
They're gonna matchto you, aren't they?
Harold Claven,
your brother-in-law.
You killed him, Vincent.
He was danTo who?
You?
To Vivian.
Harold's wife.
And my sister.
I appreciate it.
He was beating her.
So I beat him.
And you beat Kia Rowe--she didn't do a thing to you.
Except catch you by surprise.
Wrong place, wrong time,wasn't it?
VINCENT:This is formy sister!
( grunts )
VINCENT: Ten nights in a row I watched that tram.
It was always empty on the last run.
She shouldn't have been there.
It was an accident.
Something's not right.
Vivian didn't cry.
Her husband
had just been murdered.
She was as calm as could be.
Then I thought she was in shock.
Now I know she wasn't.
Should I even askhow it's coming?
You can now, 'causeit appears that woolis used for everything.
Towels, gloves, clothes, hats...
and very frequently, carpets.
I'm sensing you foundthe connection.
After 12 manuals and 16 phonecalls to auto manufacturer,
I concluded that our mysterygray fiber isn't even gray.
It's dove.
Okay? That is the new
interior color optionon the 2006 Jaguar XKR.
Only been availablea few months.
You hit up DMV for a list
of registered Jagsthat fit the criteria?
As we speak.
Come on.
HAWKES:There's a name I recognize.
I'll call ahead,make a reservation.
RICHARD:One fiber, from a car
that hundreds of otherpeople probably also own?
I hardly think that's enoughto indict me for murder.
Doesn't matterwhat you think,
because we think youkilled Fred Bayliss,
put him in the trunkof your car,
then transferreda fiber to the fish
when you went backto clean up.
Then dumped the bodyunder Bruckner Boulevard.
We saw trace amounts
of blood on your car--it was in plain view.
I'm sure he'll confirm
that the interesting thing aboutcircumstantial evidence is that
you add enoughof it together,
makes for a very strong case.
And what possible reason would I have to kill Fred Bayliss?
We think it was about money.
That's ridiculous.I have plenty of money.
I don't need any more.
No, we don't doubt that.
Anybody who flies in sandfrom his beach house in Hawaii
for privileged four-year-oldsis definitely
Hell of a gift,is own.
but I found it quite odd thatyou donate a six-figure sandbox
to a school your own sondoesn't even attend.
MESSER:We know.accepted.
But Fred's Yes,
because of me--I did Fred a favor.
Wrote a letter,gave his kid
Which I'm sureyou thought
was a win-win situation--put a good word in
for his son,he's indebted to you forever.
You come out looking likea prince, 'cause never
in a million yearsdid you think his kidwould get accepted.
So helping Freddoesn't affect youone way or the other.
But no good deedgoes unpunished.
That favor came backto bite you, didn't it?
His son got in;your son... didn't.
Even after you lavishedthe school
My son deserved to be chosen.
20 kids this yearwere accepted.
Any one of themcould've taken your son's spot.
So why was Fredthe recipient
of all your anger?What did he do to you?
We do business together.
Okay? Fred sells me fish.
That's where we mix.
He lives in his world;I live in mine.
We have different rules,
expectations.
Meaning an elitetand that.
preschool is not the place
for the sonof a middle-class fisherman.
You can't afford that school--your son doesn't belong there.
Why? Because it embarrasses you?
Get out of my face!
OFFICER:Put your handsbehind your back.
He's just gonna geta high-priced lawyer
that'll plead he only wantedwhat was besI know.is son.
That's all right--when he does, I'llbe there to testify
that Fred Bayliss wantedexactly the same thing.
I'd prefer to keep them on.
LINDSAY:I wasn't asking,Mrs. Claven.
Take them off.
Nasty bruise.
What caused it?
Not what-- who.
My husband Harold,heDid you know
bruises agein a specific pattern?
First they're red--
color of the blood under the skin.
After a day or two, they turn a bluish purple.
That fades to green.
And then as they heal, they turn a yellowish brown.
Yours is just black.
Too black.
Wipe it off.
You tricked your brotherinto killing your husband.
I had no other choice.
What aboOh,divorce?
and lose his pension?
So you took the "death gamble."
Right? Isn't thatwhat they call it?
City employee dies,spouse is entitled
to two-thirdsof his pensionable salary?
Catch is,he had to die on the job.
Otherwise you got nothing.
He drove that tram
a long time, and you were nevergonna let him retire.
That was my nest egg.
Enough to makemy horrible life worthwhile.
Well, you might have hatedyour life, Mrs. Claven,
but Kia Rowe loved hers,and you took that from her.
New girl's good.
She stands her ground.
She'll fit in well.
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