(horn honking)
(paintball gun fired)
(metal door slams)
-(shots fired) -(grunts)
(shots firing)
(air hissing)
Stella.
Hey.
The old stomping ground.
It's been a while.
Thanks for coming, Mac. You want something?
No, no, I'm still on the clock.
You sounded a little rattled on the phone.
Everything okay?
I think somebody's following me.
What makes you think that?
I'm hearing footsteps and seeing shadows
and glimpses of something or someone and...
Look, I know this sounds crazy,
but I really feel like I'm being watched.
This is at your place?
No, no, actually it's, uh...
as I go into work, twice on the subway,
when I was shopping today.
When did this start?
Uh...
About a week ago.
I first felt it,
when I dropped off your birthday gift at your place.
Well, I'll assign a patrol unit.
We'll have some guys outside your place.
No, no, that's not necessary.
(phone rings)
Taylor.
Okay.
A homicide on Lafayette.
Come on, I'll drop you off at home, it's on the way.
No, no, it's okay.
I want to enjoy every last minute of my day off.
Just telling you makes me feel a lot better, okay?
Okay, I'll call you.
TAYLOR: A little early
for the Macy's Thanksgiving Day Parade.
Well, according to Ms. Lorraine Hannaford,
a century-old tradition doesn't just happen.
There's months of prep.
Organizers inflate balloons, check for leaks,
let their volunteers get a trial run at steering these things.
This big fella was scheduled
for a test run tomorrow morning.
How'd our vic get in here?
Must be some kind of security in this place.
Security guard.
Norman Baker.
Says he was outside making his exterior rounds,
came back, saw the door to the alley open, vic dead.
Claims he didn't see or hear anything.
TAYLOR: Looks like our only witness is full of hot air.
♪ Out here in the fields ♪
♪ I fight 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. ♪
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Expensive marker, top of the line equipment.
We got a paintball pro here.
We have a name?
No wallet, no ID.
Gunshot wound to the shoulder.
Right at the scapula. Bullet's
more than likely deformed-- little chance it'll get us
a hit in IBIS.
Wound to the chest is a through
a hit in IBIS.
Wound to the chest is a through
and through-- still looking for the bullet.
Looks like we'll have to perform an autopsy,
on our wounded soldier.
They build these balloons in sections
and divide them into compartments.
Yeah, that would explain the limp arm.
And our bullet's somewhere inside all that polyurethane.
Thought you might want to do the autopsy.
For old times sake.
This job is never boring.
♪ ♪
All right.
The red in the green paint is definitely blood.
But I also found orange
paintballs near the body
in the warehouse and on the dumpster.
All right, so there was
another paintball player in the alley.
Maybe their friendly little game turned serious
and Mr. Green Paint traded in his ammo
for the real thing.
But then where did he go?
I mean if you just shot someone
why would you run in this direction?
There's no way out.
Got a dead end.
Got a locked gate.
And this door is locked.
What about a car?
Seems the only way in and out
for a vehicle is blocked.
Paint trail starts there
leads here and then just stops.
I'm telling you, Stella, this guy got to this spot...
then poof.
He just disappeared.
♪ ♪
More blood.
How you doing, sir?
Did you hear or see anything strange in the alley last night?
Well, that depends on what you consider strange.
I mean, is this New York City, or what?
Good morning, Miss, were you home last night?
Are you with the government?
Are you here about the aliens?
Uh, I'm with the NYPD. I'm sorry I was...
(door slam)
Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh. It was right under my window.
Did you see anything?
No, I would never look out my window...
My son said he saw two guys running around with guns.
I thought he was making it up.
Can I talk to him?
He's with his mother today?
I get him every other day.
I went to bed around 8:00.
Those paintball guys are around here all the time making noise.
Okay, thanks. Uh, I'll leave my card.
Call if you think of something.
I'll just leave my card
I'll just leave my card.
Thank you.
(doors slamming)
Nine millimeter.
It's been a little tough going.
Fragment's really beat up.
Well, bullet must have ricocheted
before it ended up in the balloon.
Using the fragment,
I was able to reconstruct the bullet
to get the general
rifling characteristics of the gun that fired it.
Five lands and grooves
with a right hand twist,
consistent with three different types of firearms.
Mm-hmm.
I'm hoping the little striae that's there
will get us a hit in IBIS.
Anything on the security guard's weapon?
HAWKES: No match to the fragment,
he was negative for gunshot residue.
We're no closer to the shooter, Mac.
And this tiny little
piece of metal is all we got.
♪ ♪
That looks fun.
(exhales)
Bullet through the chest is what killed him.
It entered from the back
and exited just below the xiphoid process
of the sternum.
Take a look
at the entry wound.
Traces of black powder
inside the wound.
Gunshot residue?
He was shot at close range?
I arrived at the same conclusion.
But?
But there were no powder burns
or stippling on the clothing surrounding the wound.
I sent a sample of the black trace
to Lindsay at the lab along with prints for an I.D.
Now...
the most interesting part of this whole autopsy
is the gunshot wound
to the shoulder.
Examine the wound cavity.
It appears torn and irregular.
There's a possibility the bullet was tumbling
before it hit the victim.
I was hoping to confirm that once I retrieved it,
but it wasn't there.
What?
The wound cavity was empty.
The torn and irregular tissue is because our shooter...
removed the bullet?
(indistinct shouting)
Do you know him?
Yeah, that's Kym.
That's Kym Tanaka.
He started our team.
Are you telling me he's dead?
I'm sorry.
When's the last time you saw him?
Uh, last night around 9:30, we were at this club Entry
playing pool, you know,
drinking beers-- he was the first one to leave.
He said he had someplace to go.
A-Actually, he said he had something to prove.
Any idea what he meant by that?
(sighs)
Kym had this ongoing war with Cyrus Menlo.
Both were at the top
of their game in professional paintball.
Major competitors.
Did they take that attitude off the field?
Sometimes, yeah,
but yesterday, most definitely.
Stay out of my face, you hear me?
Let's get out of here, Kym, come on.
TANAKA: Any day, Cyrus.
I'll take you on any day.
Come on.
This Cyrus Menlo, where can we find him?
Well, he had a game here earlier today...
but they said he didn't show.
We're gonna need a full description of this guy.
No problem.
That's him.
BONASERA: Cyrus Menlo is M.I.A.
FLACK: We got half the NYPD looking for him.
None of his teammates
or his family have seen him since yesterday.
His father is adamant
that Cyrus wouldn't have done something like this.
He was even willing to give us a piece of his clothing.
Now, DNA from the epithelials were a match to the blood
that Danny found in the green paint in the alley.
TAYLOR: I guess Mr. Menlo
doesn't know how competitive his son is.
Hey.
The black trace that Sid found
in the gunshot wound of Kym Tanaka...
Is not gun shot residue.
MONROE: Adam?
Yeah, he got the same negative results
from trace I collected off the crate
at the scene.
So, if it's not G.S.R.?
It's black cocaine.
It's produced by mixing pure cocaine
with ferric chloride
or iron thiocyanate.
Those chemicals turn the white cocaine powder
to purple or black.
Make them undetectable
in field drug tests or by drug-sniffing dogs.
BONASERA: They usually hide
and ship those drugs in printer toner cartridges.
FLACK: Get out of here.
You got to have a master's degree in chemistry
just to run drugs these days.
Lindsay,
check our narcotics database.
Maybe we can track the origin of the coke, connect it
to any previous seizures
by its chemical make-up.
Flack, see if you can get us
a warrant to search those boxes
in the warehouse.
I'm thinking our vic...
walked into a big money drug buy.
And he got stiffed.
Yeah, that explains what happened to Kym Tanaka,
but where's Cyrus Menlo?
Lindsay?
Yeah.
You okay?
I ran the chemical profile of the black cocaine
against our internal database.
I got a match.
Well, usually that's a good thing.
Drugs with the exact same chemical make-up
as the trace you found at the warehouse
were confiscated in a raid six months ago.
They were held in NYPD evidence
and then destroyed.
All 50 kilos.
You double-checked this?
Mac, I triple-checked it,
and it's a highly unique blend of cocaine.
Now we're finding traces of that same drug in a warehouse.
And I spoke with two DEA agents, both of whom
witnessed the incineration of the drugs and the mixing agents.
Even if somebody had the recipe
and the ingredients, there's no way they could have come up
with the exact same chemical profile.
Means our guys at the raid didn't get the whole stash.
Do you have the arrest report?
The lead detective credited with the bust was Flack.
It was a good raid.
We got everything.
You're sure.
It was a dingy little apartment
out there in Brooklyn over by the 77th.
We arrested three guys-- Thanks, Hank.
We arrested three guys,
confiscated 50 kilos of cocaine,
all the cutting agents.
Inside the apartment, we all split up
and searched different areas.
Found several Glocks on the kitchen table,
all the expected drug paraphernalia.
Did you find the drugs?
I was in the kitchen.
The drugs were hidden in a mattress in the bedroom.
Which detective found the drugs?
I can't remember.
And you're sure it was just 50 kilos?
Yeah, we didn't miss anything, Mac.
Why? What's going on?
We found traces of cocaine at the warehouse
last night with the same chemical make-up
as the cocaine confiscated in your raid.
Okay.
50 kilos
along with cutting agents were secured as evidence
and those same 50 kilos got destroyed.
If the drugs were recovered and then burned, it doesn't add up.
If?
Did you say "if"?
So you think there was more cocaine at that raid
and someone-- one of my guys-- skimmed from the stash?
I'm just asking questions, Don.
No, you're not just asking questions, Mac, I know you.
You wouldn't be here talking to me
if you hadn't already tracked
the chain of custody, checked with property,
and called the DEA agents.
And let me tell you something.
Cocaine from that raid wouldn't last six months on the street.
So what is this? My interrogation?
You're overreacting.
Well, maybe I am,
but let me save you a little bit of time.
None of my guys took a thing.
You can't be sure of that; you weren't there.
You just said you didn't remember.
It didn't happen, Mac.
You're listed on the DD-5 as the recorder at the scene.
You had to take everything down in your memo book.
Every detective who was there,
who searched the room, who found the drugs.
Are you asking me for it?
You can check your notes or you can let me do it.
Is this official business?
It's a request from a friend.
Then I'm gonna have to think about it.
Hey, guys.
Adam.
Hey, Danny, remember that rust stuff you found in the alley?
Rust stuff? Rust stuff?
Can you respect the time it took me to collect that
and at least call it trace?
Okay, it contained traces of molasses
and non-human blood, bear blood to be exact.
What?
North American grizzly bear.
But, but there's more.
The blood on this rock is a match to Cyrus Menlo,
but it's also
a match to the blood found on these leaves.
Both human blood, right?
Right, but you put them together like this.
Shazaam.
You got one leaf with a hole in the middle of it.
A hole probably made from a spike or something
with a jagged edge.
Huh? Huh? See where I'm going here?
Bear blood, molasses,
leaves with human blood on them, a spike and a jagged edge.
You're talking bear trap.
Yes, you win the washer and dryer.
Whoa-ho-ho, help me out here.
You're telling me that Cyrus Menlo was caught in a bear trap?
Yeah.
You're crazy.
(screams, grunts)
It's the only conclusion
we can arrive at with this evidence.
So Tanaka sets the bear trap,
leads Cyrus Menlo down the alley,
Tanaka goes into the warehouse.
ADAM: Bang, bang.
Tanaka gets shot, Cyrus walks out,
steps in the trap while Tanaka bleeds
to death inside the warehouse.
Moral of the story, all right? Stick with bowling.
What up?
(laughs)
Okay, let's say we buy that story.
First of all, why didn't Tanaka just lead him into the trap?
He didn't need to go
into the warehouse.
More importantly, if Cyrus Menlo were stuck in a bear trap,
how did he get out of the alley?
The rust stuff.
There was directionality.
There were drag marks.
So he could have dragged himself out of there
with the old rusty bear trap still on his leg.
But we've checked all the hospitals and emergency rooms.
His family hasn't seen or heard from him.
I mean, if he got himself out of the alley,
don't you think he'd go for some help?
Not if he just whacked somebody.
Well, it still begs the question: where the hell is he?
I say we go back
to where we know he was last.
Let's look over the evidence from the alley.
Thanks for confusing us.
You're welcome.
♪ ♪
Here's what you asked for.
Oh, thank you.
I see the look of victory.
Who we taking down?
Daryn Kramer.
1282 Lafayette.
That's two doors down from the crime scene.
See these little pieces of paper?
They were crinkled together like an accordion.
They were stripped from the box
because of friction underneath.
The box was dragged.
But there would need to be pressure on top.
Mm, like Cyrus Menlo's unconscious body?
It was a quick and easy way to get him out of there.
Okay, so now you're saying that Cyrus Menlo was unconscious
and dragged from the alley?
Yeah.
But what makes you think it's Daryn Kramer?
Anybody could have grabbed this box and used it.
Right, but that's why I love this job so much.
Okay, you see this black trace right here?
Uh-huh.
Black cocaine.
Uh-huh.
Black cocaine.
All right, maybe we should ask Daryn Kramer some questions.
You took the words right out of my mouth.
You know, maybe I'm not being clear.
I dumped my garbage.
I put the box next to the dumpster.
Now I'm not a drug dealer
and I'm not a drug user.
I'm a biochemist.
So when you were dumping the box
in the alley, did you interrupt anything, maybe a drug buy?
No.
Did you use the surface of the box
to cut your cocaine, Daryn?
You know what?
I agreed to come down here.
Now, you got something to arrest me for, then do it,
otherwise, excuse me.
You know, I have traces of cocaine
on a box with your name on it,
a man found dead in a warehouse
just around the corner from where you live,
and that same cocaine at the crime scene.
We've arrested people for a lot less.
Now sit down, Daryn.
Even the littlest detail is gonna make things
a lot easier for you, so why don't you just start at the beginning.
Look, I'm trying to tell you.
I went to empty my garbage.
Wait a minute.
I-I-I remember bumping into a guy.
He dropped a box, everything came out--
office supplies, printer cartridges.
I offered to help him pick it all up.
He didn't want my help and he took off.
I dumped my garbage in the dumpster,
walked back to the apartment, that's it.
That's enough.
Hey, Mac, I managed to get
an accurate I.D. on the round.
Hydra Shock 147 JHP.
Used in a Glock.
Shell casing would have been ejected.
We didn't find any at the scene.
Well, if the killer made the effort to take the bullet
out of the wound, he certainly picked up the shell casings.
Yeah, but that's a big place. He'd have to search for them.
Why take that time?
Because you know the casing
and the bullet will lead to a match in IBIS.
Which is any gun used in a previous crime.
Or a test-fired, police department issued weapon.
(horn honks)
So Kramer's working with the computer
sketch artist to see if he can
I.D. the guy he bumped into.
What's up?
I-I don't know. I...
Is he watching us?
Who?
The kid-- the kid in the hood.
Hey, kid?
The kid-- the kid in the hood.
Hey, kid?
Hey! Hey!
WOMAN: Hey!
What the hell was that about?
Who is this kid?
I don't know.
Who is this kid?
I don't know.
You okay?
Yeah, I'm fine.
Just forget it, Danny.
(computer beeps and whirs)
TAYLOR: This is the most
accurate reading we can get
off the surface of the fragment.
Down to the tiniest indentation.
We know the bullet
has Glock rifling characteristics and...
twelve potential matches.
All are police-issue weapons.
Can we narrow that down?
Well, I can do a manual comparison,
that's gonna take some time.
Of the twelve,
were any of the detectives involved in the raid?
Two. Want to bring them in?
Not right now.
We start asking questions,
it'll just turn into a drawn-out
internal affairs circus-- I need to know
without a doubt which of the two is our shooter.
I need Flack's memo book.
Check this out.
All right, there you go.
ADAM: It's a piece of the moon.
A moon rock.
Yeah, this rock is-is from the moon.
From the moon?
Outer space.
Get out of here.
Wow.
How does a piece of the moon end up in the alley?
I-I-I don't know; this stuff is illegal
to have and somebody went
to a lot of trouble to get it.
I mean, I've seen this stuff listed
on eBay before, you know,
and most of it isn't real, but if it is,
short of going to the moon
they would've had to steal it from NASA.
Something happened in that alley.
And I don't think it has anything to do
with what happened in the warehouse.
(computer beeps)
(chimes)
DANNY: We've got a match from the print
I lifted off that box we found in the alley.
Not what I expected.
Print is from a woman.
(monitor beeping)
Come on, come on, turn around, so I can see your face.
Come on.
Turn around.
(groans)
Have we ID'd our shooter yet?
No, uh...
but he was carrying a police-issue weapon.
Which supports narcotics and ballistics evidence
that suggest it was one of the guys in the raid.
Right.
This is really bizarre.
Okay, th-this whole case is crazy.
Would you care to elaborate.
Okay, the print that Danny got off
the box that you guys found in the alley
is a match to a Trina Roubian.
Does her criminal background connect to drugs?
No, it wasn't a hit in AFIS.
Found the print and the name
in the Columbia University Geological Research Foundation
database-- but get this, okay?
Trina Roubian...
she hasn't worked there for a couple of years.
She's a missing person.
Case file's still open.
Danny just took off to go talk to the husband.
So we have two missing persons in this case:
Trina Roubian and Cyrus Menlo,
and they were both in that alley.
And now they're both gone.
Poof.
So is this a conjugal visit? Huh?
You're trying to screw me again?
How many kilos of cocaine were in the apartment
the night we arrested you, Lamont?
LAMONT: Don't you know?
You was there.
How many kilos, Lamont?
You can't just come in here asking me
questions like that and just expect
to pay for parking.
Man, you got to at least see that I get
some Twinkies and stamps on my commissary.
And that's just for starters.
I can do that.
I can also look into maybe getting you a transfer
somewhere closer to the city.
53 kilos.
You're sure?
Flack!
LAMONT: I'm a dealer.
You know what you have and what you don't have.
You know what you sold and what you've been paid for.
50 keys, Flack.
53 keys. Exactly.
Thank you for coming in.
You know where my wife is?
Uh...
You know where Trina is?
Uh...
You know where Trina is?
No, no we don't. But we do know she's still alive.
Now is there anything that you can tell me
about her that might help us?
No.
I mean, the last time I saw her was three years ago.
I don't know what I'd tell you.
She just... didn't come home from work one day.
It says that you didn't
report her missing for a week.
Because she'd stay at work for days at a time.
Trina was a geologist, unfortunately...
her work was a little more fascinating than I was.
To tell you the truth, I would have
felt better if she had told me there was another man.
Was there?
No.
All right, did you bring the picture?
Yeah.
Thanks.
I think I talked to her.
Yeah. Nice.
Apartment 102.
But she was the one that said
she was abducted by aliens.
Yeah.
Only her name wasn't Trina Roubian.
It was Verna Welke.
(knocking)
(door unlocking)
Verna Welke?
Yes.
Verna Welke?
Yes.
I've come for the alien.
Finally.
Protects you.
So they can't read your mind.
We're good.
Thanks.
Okay.
That's him. That's Cyrus Menlo.
He's cold.
But I got a pulse.
Hey, Central, I need a bus
at 1717 57th Street,
apartment 102 and put a rush on it.
The plastic keeps their temperature down.
Prevents them from communicating with each other.
Cyrus? I'm Detective Bonasera.
Paramedics are on the way.
We're going to get you out of here, buddy.
He was here to plant pods.
Co-mingle with the human race.
FLACK: Paintballs.
Isn't he beautiful?
I knew one day I'd catch one.
I set the bear trap about a week ago.
Placed a moon rock nearby.
They're attracted to things from their own world.
From space.
Then I heard the footsteps.
(trap latches, Cyrus yells)
He wasn't an alien, Verna.
He was just a guy
playing paintball in the alley.
I can understand how you can think that.
They have ways of fooling us.
But I saw the blood.
I could tell he was hurt.
I was afraid, so I hit him.
(Cyrus screams)
I used the box to drag him away.
Then I put the box back where I found it.
BONASERA: She goes by Verna Welke now.
That was a character in a children's book
that she was writing.
Well, she's gonna be taken
to the hospital to be evaluated.
Would you like to speak to your wife
before she leaves, Mr. Roubian?
No. That's not my wife.
Trina's still missing.
Did you guys catch the Ranger game last night?
Pretty awesome.
Don.
Pretty awesome.
Don.
Hey.
You know why I'm here?
Do you care about the consequences?
I know this isn't easy for you.
I'm not talking about me, Mac.
I'm talking about the hundreds of arrests
this cop was involved in.
The thugs
who are going to be screaming for an appeal
because his credibility's in question.
And the ones that are going to go free despite the fact
they're guilty and he did everything
by the book.
I'm talking about
child molesters, rapists, murderers.
Kym Tanaka's shooter stepped over his body
and collected shell casings.
He stuck his fingers into the victim's shoulder wound
to retrieve a bullet, all to save his own ass.
And he was there to sell drugs.
Poison that destroys families,
creates addicts out of babies in the womb,
and accounts for twenty-three percent
of the murders in this city.
Don't make me subpoena your memo book, Don.
The consequences I care about...
are the cops who never cross the line.
Who now have to face criticism and suspicion
because one of their own forgot the oath we took.
Whichever one of these guys
is found guilty,
I hope he goes away for a very long time.
Because he disrespected the badge that you and I wear.
Hey.
Heard you found Cyrus Menlo.
Yeah, and he's going to be all right.
Want to share a cab?
Mac, we live on opposites sides of town.
But thank you.
Mac, that's him.
That's the kid who's been following me.
Hey.
That's the kid who's been following me.
Hey.
All right, take it easy.
Why you following her? What do you want?
Who are you?
I'm Reed Garrett, all right,
I just... I wanted to
talk to you.
Why?
You're Claire Conrad.
No.
You mean Claire Conrad Taylor?
She was my wife.
Claire died on 9/11.
She was in the World Trade Center.
All right, and the lady that I've been following?
Um, that's a friend.
That's Stella Bonasera.
We're both crime scene investigators.
Yeah, I got, I got an address from the adoption agency.
You know, and I saw her come out of the,
come out of the apartment building
about a week ago.
Saturday. She...
She stopped by to give me a gift for my birthday.
Yeah, I guess I was just...
So worried about, you know, what to say, how she would react.
I-I... It never even crossed my mind that it couldn't be her.
You know.
Why didn't you talk to her?
You know.
Why didn't you talk to her?
Because I been waiting to talk to my mom
since I was 12 years old.
You know, my biological mom.
You know, when I saw her...
well, at least like, you know, who I thought was her
and I got, I got scared.
You know, Claire talked about you
a lot, she...
She always talked about
how she wanted to find you when you were 18.
Yeah, well, then why'd she give me up for adoption?
She got pregnant very young.
Your father was her high school sweetheart.
An abortion, uh...
She wouldn't have one
and she wanted you to have a chance at a better life.
Your parents know you're here?
Yeah, they're, uh,
they're really great about all of this.
So what then, so do I have any half brothers and half sisters?
Did you guys ever have any kids?
No.
What'd she look like?
She was, um, 5'6", athletic.
She had light brown hair,
big blue eyes and, uh...
a crooked smile.
She looked a lot like, like you.
Okay, I should really go.
Wait, wait,
um, why don't I
I'll give you my number here.
Or you can give me yours.
Why?
I mean, I'm not related to you at all
and what I came to find is already gone, so...
Thanks for the soda.
♪ ♪
♪ I hope all... my days ♪
♪ Will be lit ♪
♪ By your face ♪
♪ I hope all... the years ♪
♪ Will hold tight ♪
♪ Our promises ♪
♪ I don't want to be old ♪
♪ And sleep alone ♪
♪ An empty house ♪
♪ Is not a home ♪
♪ I don't want to be old ♪
♪ And feel afraid ♪
♪ I don't want to be old ♪
♪ And sleep alone ♪
♪ An empty house ♪
♪ Is not a home ♪
♪ I don't want to be old ♪
♪ And feel afraid... ♪
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