♪ Something's got to change ♪
♪ It must be rearranged, oh ♪
(audience cheering)
♪ I'm sorry ♪
♪ I did not mean to hurt my little girl ♪
♪ It's beyond me ♪
♪ I cannot carry the weight of the heavy world ♪
♪ So good night, good night, good night, good night ♪
♪ Good night, good night, good night, good night, good night ♪
♪ Hope that things work out all right ♪
♪ So much to love, so much to learn ♪
♪ But I won't be there to teach you ♪
♪ Oh, I know I can be close ♪
♪ But I try my best to reach you ♪
♪ I'm so sorry ♪
♪ I didn't not mean to hurt my little girl ♪
♪ It's beyond me ♪
♪ I cannot carry the weight of the heavy world ♪
♪ So good night, good night, good night, good night ♪
♪ Good night, good night, good night, good night ♪
♪ Good night, good night, good night, good night, good night ♪
♪ Hope that things work out all right, yeah. ♪
(crowd roaring)
(cheering, applause)
Thank you.
(cheering and whooping)
Thank you. Thanks.
EMCEE: All right, let's give it up for Maroon 5, everybody.
Come on, let's hear it.
Thank you for coming out to the Central Park concert...
(clamoring)
Hey, get off me!
Hey, what's going on?
Come on!
(blows landing)
Get out of here!
(blows landing)
Get out of here!
Go! Let's go!
Police!
Get up! Let's go!
(blows landing)
Get off me!
Step away from the officer!
Officer down!
(beanbag gun firing)
(panicked shouting)
(screaming)
(beanbag guns firing)
Officer gone down!
(screaming)
(beanbag guns firing)
Ow!
(whistle blowing)
I got one here!
(panting)
(beanbag gun firing)
(brakes screeching)
(camera shutters clicking)
It was a free concert in the park by Maroon 5.
Must've been one hell of a show.
FLACK: Our vic is Liza Carpenter.
A first year Asian Studies major
at Triborough College.
Stumbled out in front of the crosstown bus
as it was leaving the stop.
The bus didn't kill her.
Look where it is in relation to the bus stop.
What is that, ten feet?
Yeah, there's no way it could've been
going fast enough to do this.
(crowd chatter)
(police siren whooping)
(garbled police radio transmission)
Looks like a crushed trachea.
The riot squad use 37 millimeter soft rounds?
Yeah, beanbags for crowd control.
This place went from a sing-along
to a slugfest in about 60 seconds.
Come on, you're not saying
that one of our guys is gonna take the heat for this?
Not saying anything...
yet.
♪ Out here in the fields ♪
♪ I fight for my meals ♪
♪ I get my back into my living ♪
♪ Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah. ♪
Captioning sponsored by CBS and CSI NY PRODUCTIONS
(indistinct crowd chatter)
You think that's the round that hit her?
It could've gotten caught in her clothing.
MAC: She got hit in the throat with a round.
She couldn't breathe, stumbled out of the park
into the street, and then... this is where she died.
FLACK: You guys know these rounds
are designed not to kill.
It's not our job to tell you what you want to hear, Flack.
Once we sort through
the evidence, our findings
may rule out misconduct or excessive force.
Or they may not.
I get it.
It's just that,
you know, these guys
don't have an easy job out there.
Neither do we.
♪ ♪
♪ How's it gonna feel when summer ends?
♪ Out of money, out of friends ♪
♪ I've seen enough ♪
♪ But nothing new ♪
♪ The blackest stain on history ♪
♪ The last laugh blues ♪
♪ I'm gonna fight ♪
♪ I'm gonna cry ♪
♪ I'm gonna shop around ♪
♪ For one flag to fly ♪
(water sloshing)
♪ I've seen enough ♪
♪ Inventor's age ♪
♪ I've covered up my face ♪
♪ While being shaved ♪
♪ I've got an edge ♪
♪ I feel its sting ♪
♪ I've fallen into the deepest sleep ♪
♪ Telephone rings. ♪
Oh, no.
Do we know the source?
Not yet.
What about the level of exposure?
We're about to find out.
(alarm buzzing)
Don't come any closer.
We don't know what we're dealing with here.
You sure it's radiation?
Uh...
(buzzing continues)
(Geiger counter ticking)
(blipping)
It wasn't the beanbag that killed her,
I can tell you that much.
All right, we need to move that body
to out Exposure Control facility,
then test all personnel who've come
in contact with her for possible contamination.
That would include you and me.
Your contact was limited.
I'm guessing you'll be clear.
Besides, this radiation isn't airborne,
and her clothing levels seem safe.
It's her skin that reads hot.
Suggesting her contamination was transdermal.
The paint on her skin was refractive.
Could've been laced
with radioactive salts of some kind.
We gotta find the source and contain it fast.
Safety protocol demands we call the Centers
for Disease Control first, then we secure
the body, quarantine this area,
and move quickly to isolate
and protect all exposed individuals.
Not before we get Sid to a hospital.
No, I'll be fine, Mac.
We can't let him out yet.
We're not sure about his level of contamination.
And even though it's not airborne,
we're making a big guess about the method of transmission.
Mac!
Mac! Mac! Mac, stand back! Stand back!
Sid!
Get the CDC here now!
HAWKES: All right, Sid, you're going to fine, okay?
Listen, you're going to be okay.
We're going to take care of you.
You'll be okay.
I'm not getting unhealthy readings on either of you.
Do we have any idea
what kind of radiation he was poisoned with?
Not yet.
HAWKES: Mac.
I checked with the M.E.'s office.
I'm gonna cover for for Sid in Autopsy
at least till we get a lid on this.
Has the vic's body been moved
to the Exposure Control Facility?
As we speak.
Follow her and stay focused
on how she ended up there in the first place.
Done. All right, let's go!
What's the status on her clothing
and personal effects?
CDC wants to clear everything
before they release it back to the lab,
but as soon as they do, I'm on it.
All right, in the meantime,
I want you both on that paint job of hers.
If it is the source of our contamination,
time is of the essence.
(siren whoops)
(siren wailing)
(beeping)
(beeping, whirring)
You got something?
Actually, yeah, I do. It's called "shriiimping."
Shrimping?
Only they spell it with three "I's."
Shrimping?
Only they spell it with three "I's."
It's a lot like tagging.
Graffiti?
But for people.
You actually got an ID on the artist who painted her?
Investigation is its own art form.
I ran the art we found on our vic through
GRAFFITISTAT database and it came up with a name:
Kenneth Bamford, aka Ka-Blam.
Fortunately, this guy might've changed his canvas,
but he did not lose his style.
Or his record.
(mid-tempo rock plays)
♪ All alone, in my room, think of you ♪
♪ In a rate that's truly alarming ♪
♪ And I put myself at ease ♪
♪ By pretending that she still loves me ♪
♪ And I can't stop thinking about you ♪
♪ And I can't stop thinking about you... ♪
(song fades out)
Kenneth Bamford?
(Geiger counter ticking)
(Geiger counters clicking)
Yeah, okay, I recognize her.
But I'm telling you
right now she didn't look like that
when I shrimped her.
And when was that?
A couple days ago, I guess.
I paint a lot of girls.
Maybe you're interested.
I'm only interested in finding out
what happened to this one.
We didn't pick up significant
radioactive trace on you or your studio.
Did you make contact with her in any other way?
I like the way you think,
but no.
She wasn't my type.
Did she complain about
not feeling well when you were with her?
Nobody complains when I'm shrimping them.
So you didn't notice
anything strange about her at all?
No, I mean not particularly.
I mean, her complexion wasn't that great,
but every canvas is different.
And anyways, I knew she'd leave looking a lot better
than she did when she got here.
Right, right, right, right.
What kind of paint do you use when shrimp?
The ushze; non-toxic, hypo-allergenic, waterproof.
Oh, and I threw in some sprinkles to make it pop.
Sprinkles?
Glass microbeads.
That's what refracted the light.
You're pretty smart for a hottie.
Yeah, I like to mix things up.
It keeps things interesting.
But like I always say,
at the end of the day, it's not about the paint.
It's about the painter.
Right, well, you'd better hope like hell it's not about either.
(indistinct P.A. announcement)
Thanks for coming in
on your day off.
I came as soon as I heard.
MONROE: What's the prognosis?
They're running a bunch of tests,
trying to figure out how best to treat him.
Whatever it is,
he got a prolonged dose of it in very close contact.
He's been in and out ever since.
His condition will get worse
if we don't figure this out fast.
Radiation can eat
through every organ in your body.
There's got to be something we can do.
There is.
Let's get back to the lab and try to figure out
what took Liza Carpenter's life before it takes his.
(car horn honking distant police siren wailing)
(Tablet PC blipping)
(short, rapid beeping)
(door buzzes open)
So this is the Exposure Control Facility.
HAWKES: Complete chemical, biological and radiological shielding.
Your taxpayer dollars at work.
Speaking of,
I took a core tissue sample from her liver
at 600 REM.
That's acute radiation poisoning.
Internal bleeding,
rapid infection.
Hundred percent mortality in ten
to 14 days, tops.
Yeah, but get this.
(rapid ticking)
Her epidermal reading
was almost twice that high.
Oh, my God.
That cuts the timeline in half.
This girl was a walking ghost.
That's what they call it.
By the time she knew something was wrong,
it was already too late.
So we're looking at external exposure at levels
high enough to induce dementia.
Maybe that's
what made her walk into traffic.
And why Sid got sick.
Without a suit like this,
that kind of exposure couldn't help
but leave him contaminated.
Yeah, well, whatever it is, something Liza handled
or touched was absorbed into her skin
and has to be what killed her.
Here we go: tox results.
The radioactive agent was...
thallium-201.
No wonder you can't touch it.
Thallium is deadly on its own,
let alone as a radioactive isotope.
Is there a way to treat it?
(phone dialing)
Yeah, one.
(phone ringing through)
MAN (over phone): Radiology.
Yes, this is Dr. Hawkes
from the crime lab.
You need to treat Dr. Hammerback
with nasogastric intubation of Prussian blue.
Ten grams, stat.
Right away, Doctor.
Hope we called this in time.
♪ ♪
Huh.
Looks like our vic had active hyphae on her shoes.
AKA mold.
Yeah. You find anything like that on her clothing?
No.
Mold usually needs exposure to water
and a dark, contained environment to thrive.
She must have came in contact with it
before she went to the concert.
Could help us retrace her steps to find out
exactly where she came in contact
with the thallium.
See if you can narrow down the genus and species.
Find out exactly what kind of mold this is.
(phone ringing)
Find out exactly what kind of mold this is.
(phone ringing)
You got it.
Bonasera.
Same kind of butterfly rashing?
Hair loss?
Yeah, yeah, I'll be right there.
Kidding me, right?
Found another body.
(woman screaming)
Steve?
It's dripping in the tent.
TAYLOR: Remember, nobody touches the body
without a safety suit on.
Who are we looking at?
Our vic is Dante Gunther.
He's the director of Killer Vacation, and he was set
to receive a lifetime achievement award
at tonight's horror film festival.
BONASERA: What is he, 20-something?
A little early for lifetime achievement.
Looks a little late to me.
Anyone see what happened?
No, the audience is so far below us,
they couldn't see or hear anything.
FLACK: Publicist I spoke to said that Gunther was supposed
to intro the film, but he showed up late.
Then he started acting weird.
He didn't remember his own name.
He even started pulling out his own hair.
So they finally rolled the picture,
brought him up here to this VIP section,
and a few minutes after that, he hit the red carpet.
Anyone make direct contact with him?
(ticking)
Negative-- no moviegoers were allowed up here,
and he arrived at the screening alone.
Tell you one thing, that's not the sound of applause
we're hearing.
(Geiger counter ticking)
(distant car horn honking)
(ticking)
TECH: So far, the hotel room appears to be clean.
Tell the detectives they're cleared to enter.
BONASERA: Did the CDC tell us anything else?
Our deceased director
just checked into the hotel two days ago.
Concierge say where he was before the screening?
They're checking restaurant and car reservations.
Nothing yet.
The CDC's only found low levels
of radiation thus far.
Normal for living in the city.
TECH: That sounds localized.
We might have something here.
(rapid ticking and blipping)
It's in his cuff.
This is the source of the radiation.
(traffic rumbling, horns honking)
Hey, any word on Sid?
Now that his specialists have a course
of treatment, they're hopeful.
Oh, good.
So, you find anything on our new vic?
As a matter of fact...
I searched the vic's clothes for possible trace.
Found this.
A torn piece of paper?
It's older stock, but I'm having it
carbon-dated to be sure.
There's some kind of a sheen to it.
Thallium is soluble.
Could've been applied in liquid form.
"Call agent.
Get festival dates, times."
HAWKES: Forgot his Blackberry and needed a notepad?
Dante Gunther and Liza Carpenter have to be connected somehow.
They both died of radioactive thallium poisoning
at around the same time.
Other than that, I still do not see a connection.
What if they just randomly crossed paths?
Few seconds at a public place, unaware of each other,
not knowing that they came
into contact with something contaminated?
If that's true, how many more people out there
have no idea how sick they are?
(sighs)
(buzzing)
So far, we've found no other radioactive trace
at any place either of them were at
in the days before their deaths.
Means we need to keep looking.
Ready for some Heavy Metal 101?
Rock on.
Thallium has a pretty toxic place
in the periodic table,
somewhere right between mercury and lead.
Cozy but deadly.
Yeah, and apparently,
60% to 70% of it
is used in the electronic
and optical lens industry.
The rest of it is used in nuclear medicine.
MESSER: Isn't it also used
in rat poisoning?
At one point, yes,
in rat poisoning?
At one point, yes,
but it was just way too toxic, so besides China,
it's pretty much been banned everywhere else.
Well, somebody got their hands on it,
so we need to check every medical,
optical and technical lab
using thallium in New York City.
Maybe one of them is missing our murder weapon.
So, the Mylar strip definitely
tested positive for thallium.
BONASERA: Yeah, it's an EM Soft Tag.
It's most commonly used
as an anti-theft device for printed material.
So maybe Dante Gunther was exposed
to a radiated book.
But where?
The paper in his pocket
might help us answer that.
Now, it dates to the 1930s,
and the Scanning Probe microscope
indicated that it was freeze-dried.
Some kind of preservation technique?
No, no.
It's a process used to repair books after water damage.
Oh, that could be the link
between our vics.
The mold I pulled from Liza Carpenter's sandal
came back as Stakybotrus.
Black toxic mold.
MESSER: Right. Thrives on stagnant water,
and is mostly found in water-damaged buildings.
The two vics might have been in the same building,
and touched the same book.
MONROE: But how do we find
one valuable, antique volume
in Manhattan that's been soaked in water?
Much less thallium.
With a little
reading on the subject.
The New York City Library.
The Antiquities Branch.
They keep a lot of high-end material here
for limited public access.
The building itself looks pretty old.
They had some faulty plumbing.
Wound up with a flood in their lower stacks last year.
So, you're thinking, this year
they added thallium to their collection?
That's why we're here.
There's got to be over a million books in this place, Mac.
Then we'd better start checking them out.
(Geiger counters ticking)
(indistinct conversations)
(garbled radio transmission))
(Geiger counter ticking)
(blipping)
I got something.
(rapid ticking)
(blipping)
Tibetan Book of the Dead.
And they say, reading's fundamental.
This time it was fatal.
The Knot of Eternity.
BONASERA: That was painted on Liza Carpenter's forehead.
That's a Tibetan symbol of omniscient wisdom.
A page has been ripped out.
Paper's consistent with what Hawkes found on Dante Gunther.
Might also explain the Mylar strip
we found in the cuff of his pants.
MESSER: I think we got our black mold.
TAYLOR: The symbol, the page,
the mold--
all those connect our vics to this book.
But anyone who handled the book could have been contaminated.
Not a very precise way of targeting people.
Unless the vics were poisoned at random.
What kind of killer doesn't want to know who his victims are?
(distant car horns blaring)
Prussian blue?
Yeah.
It's his second dose.
It speeds up the removal of thallium from the body,
but he's too sick to swallow it,
so they had to insert a feeding tube.
Is it working?
Only time will tell.
(overlapping shouting on TV)
Conditions such as these in a public facility
are indefensible and reprehensible.
That's why I'm filing a wrongful death lawsuit...
(volume increases)
...against the City of New York and the New York City Library,
both complicit
in the radiation deaths of my clients,
Liza Carpenter,
Dante Gunther...
HAWKES: Those are our two victims, Mac.
...and Molly Paulson.
Who's Molly Paulson?
She was my wife
for 11 years.
I still can't believe she's gone.
When did she pass away?
Two months ago.
Why do you think she was poisoned by radiation?
She was a librarian at the New York City Library.
Well, Mr. Paulson, the main branch
of the library is expansive.
The odds of Molly coming in contact
with one book in the Special...
Collections section?
Because that is where she worked, you know.
For the last five years.
May I ask,
what were you told was her cause of death?
Our family doctor said lupus is what killed her.
And all I can say is, the minute
I saw the news
and heard about the-the rash and the hair loss,
I knew it had to be thallium poisoning.
Even if the symptoms are also consistent with lupus?
She was in remission a week before she died.
It all happened so fast, but
now it all makes sense.
You know, Molly and I used to took an art class
on the weekends together.
I painted that picture of her.
But if thallium
did kill your wife, that means it was murder,
and the only way I can confirm that is
to have her body exhumed.
You do what you have to do,
but mark
my words--
somebody's gonna pay.
Mr. Paulson, I'm sorry for your loss.
(sighs)
(distant horns honking)
Well, can I speak with him?
Oh, of course. No, no, I understand.
Well, thank you, Doctor.
I'll call back later.
Sid?
Yeah. He's still under heavy treatment,
but according to the hospital,
he seems to be alert and responsive.
Well, that's good news.
You want some more?
Absolutely.
Great. Well, as it turns out,
nobody's actually allowed to check out books
from Special Collections at the library's central branch.
They're for reference viewing only.
So our killer contaminated the book
from inside the library.
Yeah, and anybody who wanted to read it had to sign in.
Liza Carpenter signed in two weeks ago,
and Dante Gunther, about a week after that.
So I figured we got to be looking for somebody
who signed in before those two.
Yeah, and if that somebody's still alive,
they could be our suspect.
In the past six months, only ten people signed in.
Eight of them are clean.
One of them-- a guy named Timothy Pram--
actually read the book twice.
Should I just
get to the best part?
He has priors?
For multiple acts of vandalism
at Manhattan chemical laboratories,
and an attempted break-in at, get this--
Three Mile Island.
Oh, this could be his twisted way of making a statement.
Where is he now?
Currently residing at 7th and Webster.
That's the same address that was scribbled
on the book page that Dante Gunther tore out.
I knew that rung a bell.
(bell ringing)
Excuse me.
NYPD.
I am Lhamo Vadhana.
BONASERA: Do you have any idea
where we can find Timothy Pram?
He no longer exists.
What do you mean, he's dead?
In a manner of speaking.
He is who I used to be.
FLACK: Okay, then.
Listen, Lame-o...
It's Lhamo.
Tim,
why don't we start over?
When did you start
hiding behind Buddha?
Oh, my transition occurred when I stopped hiding.
BONASERA: Great.
Then you won't mind telling us what you know
about these two people.
I'm not familiar with these individuals.
No?
I'm not familiar with these individuals.
No?
'Cause we're familiar with your tendency to go nuclear.
And since these poor folks died of radiation
poisoning, and one of them had your address
in his pocket...
What are their names?
Liza Carpenter and Dante Gunther.
I don't know the woman,
but Mr. Gunther did call me recently regarding
several tenets of Buddhism,
specifically,
its sacred view of what to do
when death is closing in.
I believe he said
he was developing a film along those lines.
FLACK: So what, you told him
to read the book first?
I suggested that before we meet,
he should become more familiar with the Bardo Thodol.
The Book of the Dead?
As Westerners refer to it, yes.
It's a centuries-old text
to prepare one for the signs
and rituals of death and rebirth.
Are you aware that book was contaminated
with a deadly dose of thallium?
FLACK: Of course he is.
He's the one who contaminated it.
Detectives, I fully acknowledge
and accept the mistakes of my youth.
Vandalizing a nuclear facility was a foolish thing to do.
But I have paid for my transgressions,
and my past is just that-- my past.
I have no intention of hastening anyone's
journey from this life to the next.
FLACK: Really?
'Cause I have every intention
of hastening you from here to lockup.
Hold on, Flack, before you book him...
Mind if I check your aura?
(Geiger counter ticking)
(horns honking)
What's that stuff?
It's a small bit
of trace I found on The Book of the Dead.
Came back as a poriferan.
ADAM: Sea sponge?
This particular species hails
from the reefs off Southern Florida.
What's really interesting--
I found
trace on the trace.
Check it out. See the red?
(keyboard keys clacking)
That's it magnified 100 times.
I found it inside the sea sponge.
Morphology suggests
that it's some type of protein, maybe
chitin?
Some kind of an exoskeleton.
chitin?
Some kind of an exoskeleton.
Yeah, but the thickness of the sample indicates
it's not from a crustacean.
Looks like an insect.
So what the heck is a bug doing on a sea sponge?
We're looking at a virtual image scan
of Molly Paulson's exhumed body.
Fortunately, she had a green burial,
so there was almost no contact
with the body by the mortuary
after she died two months ago.
But when the CDC dug her up,
and the Geiger needles pinned,
looking at her this way seemed like the safest bet.
So we know her husband was right.
It wasn't lupus that killed her.
Tox has already confirmed
that Molly's tissue bore high traces of thallium-201,
just like the other two victims.
Then why don't we see it?
Maybe we're not looking in the right place.
Enlarge the stomach.
See all those lesions in the lining?
From cardia to corpus to pylorus.
The entire organ is ulcerated.
She have any gastric problems in her medical history?
Not according to the records.
Then you're thinking her exposure
to radiation wasn't transdermal.
That's right.
Molly Paulson ingested her poison.
STELLA: Doesn't make sense.
We have three victims of thallium poisoning.
Two were exposed transdermally,
and one by ingestion.
You know what?
But the two victims who touched the book--
they came later. Our first vic,
Molly Paulson, somehow
swallowed her thallium.
The delivery system is more
direct, more personal.
Feels like she was an intended target.
Right.
Feels like she was an intended target.
Right.
Meaning the other two were just collateral damage.
Yeah. So I'm thinking
somebody specifically wanted her dead.
We've already cleared the graffiti artist
and the Buddhist monk.
Well, there's someone else you might want to talk to.
FLACK: Lawrence Wagner.
He was Molly Paulson's assistant at the library.
But according to the personnel department--
she had him formally written up three times
for not showing up to work.
Then she died-- and he's been a no-show ever since.
Huh. Do we know where he is?
His address on his application turned out to be a fake.
I got our guys running down a real one as we speak.
In the meantime, I figured
you might want to rummage through his desk.
All right.
(Geiger counter ticking)
Ah, here we go again.
Come on, I don't want to put on that suit.
No. Levels are low enough for lead-lined gloves.
FLACK: Oh, good.
You don't mind if I keep my distance?
I'd actually prefer if you did.
Smoke detectors.
These connectors were cut away
from brackets on the wall to remove the smoke detectors.
Why?
Most ionization models
Why?
Most ionization models
use small radioactive
source to detect the smoke particles.
(phone ringing)
By the looks of it,
this guy had quite the collection.
Whatever happened to friendly hobbies,
like collecting baseball cards?
Flack.
Getting a hit off something in this box.
(ticking)
Huh. Iodine.
In tablet form,
these can be used to
protect your thyroid
from absorbing certain types of radiation.
Half of Eastern Europe took them after Chernobyl.
Well, it looks like Lawrence Wagner
was taking them as well.
Want to find out why?
(sirens wailing)
BONASERA: According to his mother,
he spends all his time back here
doing experiments in the shed.
When the hell are people gonna learn how to profile?
Lawrence Wagner, NYPD!
Listen up, Larry. I'm a little pissed off
over having to wear this outfit.
So if you don't open this door,
I'm gonna huff and puff
and nuke your little house down.
Please tell me that's not a reactor.
BONASERA: All right, Lawrence.
Lawrence, put your hands up
above your head.
Walk out slowly.
Right there, right there.
(Geiger counter ticking)
Can I borrow one of your suits?
I told you.
I was building a reactor.
FLACK: Why?
We need cheaper energy alternatives!
That's why I spent the last two years
gathering all the necessary elements
just to make do-it-yourself nuclear fission a reality.
Was it easy? No.
Have a taken a few risks, made a few sacrifices?
You're damn right I had.
But every experiment has brought me closer to success.
And I knew if I just kept working on it,
I, I, I, I could save people all sorts of money.
You turned your backyard into a radioactive
waste dump. I mean,
I'm not sure that you saved people a lot.
You didn't save your boss.
Who, Molly?
Sh-Sh-She never went to my lab.
You mean your shed.
Whatever.
She wasn't interested in my work.
Well, that must've made you really mad.
Mad enough to kill her?
I didn't kill anyone!
Yeah, she wrote me up
a couple of times. Yeah, I was pissed off.
But I only took that job
so I could score some more smoke detectors.
I'm a scientist...
No,
I'm a scientist...
No,
you're a backyard quack
who's lucky to be alive and you're about
(intercom buzzing)
to be charged with triple homicide.
(intercom buzzing)
to be charged with triple homicide.
Yeah?
I hate to say it, Mac-- but I think we've got the wrong guy.
The evidence we recovered
from Lawrence Wagner's wannabe lab
just doesn't support it.
Yeah.
CDC found thorium-232
found in the gas lantern mantles;
radium, uh, from the antique clocks;
beryllium from a mail order catalog;
and americium
found in, uh,
all those stolen smoke detectors.
But nowhere-- have we found even the slightest trace of thallium.
We can still get him, right?
For EPA violations,
felony larceny, maybe,
but not for murder.
All right, I don't know if this helps,
but I did at least find a use for the crushed insect trace
that we found in The Book of the Dead.
GCMS picked up traces of carminic acid or carmine.
It's normally found on the bodies
and the eggs of the beetle Dactylopius coccus.
Now, this beetle is often
crushed to make pigment for paint,
specifically, red.
Some artists
use sponges for painting.
Maybe that's how the two traces fit together.
Ka-Blam the Shriiimper?
BONASERA: Mm. He does all his work with an airbrush.
No.
There's another artist we're forgetting.
You killed Molly.
And then you murdered two more innocent victims.
Don't-don't be ridiculous.
We read your trial records, Joel.
So now we know about the chemical plant
in Chinatown you represented three years ago.
Closed down for illegal importation
of various radioactive agents,
including thallium.
That's where you got it.
And since Molly already had lupus,
you saw the perfect opportunity to use it.
You fed it to her,
and you made an already sick woman
die a cruel and painful death.
You have no idea how miserable she was.
Because she's dead.
I took care of my wife for a long time!
Yeah, and after she died, you took care
of her insurance money, too.
Half a million-dollar policy.
Not too shabby for an ambulance chaser.
That still wasn't enough, was it, Joel?
No, no.
You wanted a lawsuit.
Only you needed a few more victims
to make it all look legit.
So you used your wife's access
to the library and painted the book.
Murdered two people.
Nearly killed one of my colleagues
and risked the lives of God knows
how many other people.
(sighs)
So I wouldn't have to practice law anymore.
Day after day, I spent
defending that chemical plant.
Night after night, worried about my wife.
How she wasn't happy
or healthy anymore.
So you were angry at life--
decided to embrace death instead.
Is that why you chose the Book of the Dead?
It was in Special Collections.
I knew people would read it.
Figured I'd take care of business,
file one last suit,
and then retire from everything.
That will depend on your execution date.
Get up.
You were right, Mr. Paulson.
Someone is gonna pay.
WOMAN (over PA): Dr. Bender to Rediology.
Dr. Bender, please...
(knocking on door)
Dr. Bender, please...
(knocking on door)
Hiya, Sid.
Sheldon.
How nice of you to come.
How you doing?
Let's just say
I know how a microwave burrito feels.
But I should
also say thank you.
I owe a great deal
of my recovery to you.
Ah, come on, that was nothing.
You would have done the same for me.
As a matter of fact, I would.
(knocking on door)
If you get tired of that Journal,
I thought you might enjoy a little light reading.
Yeah?
Oh!
(chuckles)
A clean copy, I presume?
We were worried about you, Sid.
It's good to see you up and around.
Up, maybe.
Around might take a few days.
Okay,
Around might take a few days.
Okay,
who's up for the Ranger game?
Oh. Did you bring any beer?
I wish I did.
How about we pour you some water instead?
Hmm? Hmm?
All right.
Chips and water.
That's like pizza and milk.
You're, you're kidding about the beer, right?
Nope. You gotta get good before you start drinking again.
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