(sirens wailing, horn honking)
♪ ♪
(labored breathing)
WOMAN:I told you notto Taser the neck!
MAN:He's still breathing.
He better be.
(truck horn blares)
(tires screech)
(water dripping)
On your knees.
On your knees,you son of a bitch.
Now!
(gun hammer cocks)
This pathyou're on...
it leads here.
Only next time,the trigger gets pulled.
(thud, grunt)
(engine turns)
(tires screech)
(rats squeaking)
(water dripping)
(soft scraping)
(grunts, panting)
♪ Out here in the fields ♪
♪ I fight for my meals ♪
♪ I get my back into my living ♪
♪ Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah. ♪
(siren wails)
(grunts)
(dial tone trills)
OPERATOR:911. What is your emergency?
This is Detective Mac Taylor.
I need to be connected
to the New York Crime Laband Jo Danville.
(siren wails)
(camera shutter snaps)
Froth around the nose and mouthare consistent with an overdose.
DANNY:No cash.
No ID.
Dime bag... traces of heroin.
(chuckles)
And a ton ofcandy wrappers.
Can you say"sugar cravings"?
Cravings usually don't come
for a couple of months after youquit, post withdrawal.
Maybe she fell off the wagon,her tolerance was low?
These syringes are cleanof prints.
I mean, not that you alwaysfind any,
but she's notwearing gloves.
And I'm not even gettingany smudges or partials.
Are you thinking theymight have I'm thinking there
was definitely someone elsein this alley.
Junkies, thieves, transients.This place
is covered with biologicals froma whole collection
of creatures that werein this alley.
FLACK:Couple uniforms responding
to a disturbance call,found the body.
Hey, Mac.Uh, Jane Doe's an addict.
Looks likea straight-up OD.
She's no Jane Doe.
Her name is Tessa James.
All right. Enough ofthis quiet man crap.
Are you okay?
I didn't expectto find Tessa that way.
You've been looking for her?
On and off.
More waiting than looking.
She'd usually find me.
That's a bit cryptic.
Listen, if I'm sticking my nosewhere I shouldn't...
No, no.
I met Tessa almost a year ago.
I guess you'd call it a seriesof really strange encounters.
Detective Taylor?
Yeah.
They're following me.
Who's following you?
(panting)
Can I trust you?
I can trust you, I can trustyou, 'cause...
I saw you in the paper, and...you tell the truth.
Tell me your name.What's your name?
The woman with the purplefeathers, I-I saw her,
with the blood all overher face.
Is she hurt?
Did this... just happen?Where is she?
I delivered papers...
for work.
And, I went to washmy hands, and...
I... and he was crying.
All right, okay,slow down. Who-who's "he"?
I saw...
in the room.
There was...
there was a beautiful light,
and, um... an angel.
They carried herdown the hall...
and...
the white-haired manjust kept crying.
And, um... nowshe's out there
and it's so...it's so... cold.
All right, wh-wheredid this happen?
Just, I-I want to help you.Just tell me your name.
All right.
Oh, my name's... Tessa James.
Uh, uh, uh. Wait-wait a minute.Who's hurt, Tessa?
Oh... she's not hurt.She's dead.
I tried to find her but she hadno driver's license,
no fixed address.
I only had her name.
She'd been an assistantat a law firm
but was fired the year before
for erratic attendanceand behavior.
Well, the hand rubbing, fastspeech, fractured sentences,
at the very least, sound likeextreme OCD...
which can involve fantasy.
Yeah, I know.
I couldn't find any proofof her story.
Despite that...
there was somethingabout her, Jo.
I believed her.
Based on...?
My gut.
Mac, you're alwaystelling the guys
to... use their headsnot their hearts.
I didn't say, "My heart."
I said, "My gut."
Tox screen came back positivefor diacetylmorphine.
Heroin.
Enough to kill her.
Junkie, addict, drug user.
None of those words describethe woman I knew, Sid.
She was a little different,
but Tessa was certainly nosubstance abuser.
Well, that might explain
why there are no other drugsin her system.
With most users,you'd find at least
THC or alcohol.
There are no scars fromformer track marks.
Nothing suggesting she was arecovering addict
who suddenly felloff the wagon.
Just one injection site.
(gasps)
What about histology?
All of her internal organsappeared healthy.
No signs of chronic drug use.
Everything I'm seeing is
consistent with whatyou believe, Mac.
She's not an addict.
So what does that leave us with?
She woke up today and decided,
"Hey, I'm going totry some heroin"?
I'd believe that, except for oneobservation.
The injection site is in herleft arm.
And given calluses and muscleformations in her hands,
I have every reason to believeshe was left-handed.
She would have injected herright arm, not her left.
Someone else injected her...
dumped her body in the alley,
and left the candy wrappersand the needles.
Set up to look like anaccidental overdose.
Or to disguise a murder.
Well, this is possibly...grease.
Yeah, you better hope it'sthat, given where we found her.
You're gross.
(murmurs) You wanted the coat.
♪ ♪
(sizzling)
(whirring)
♪ ♪
The paint fragments samplesoff Tessa's jeans--
I separated out the layers, and ran them through DART.
Spectral resultsfor the first layer
indicated the presence of lead.
TAYLOR:Lead paint
Mm-hmm.ned after 1956.
The more recent layerswere lead-free. Newer.
I made some calls,and they were all catalogued.
Westcroft: Red Granite,Woodland Green,
and Hudson Taupe,
which was discontinued in '83.
So at some pointTessa was in a building
that was paintedthe first shade before 1956,
and then repaintedanytime up to 1983.
Right.
There's a lot of possibilitiesout there.
True. But the most recent paintscontained alkyd binders,
indicating they're industrial.
LINDSAY:Maybe I can help, there.
I analyzed the smudgeembedded in the fibers
on Tessa's coat.Found high concentrations
of sulfur dioxide.
A compound commonly foundin "killer smog."
That's what happenedin 1953 and 1966.
A temperature inversioncreated a kind of a ceiling
over the city, trappingchemicals from exhaust.
Sulfur dioxide,to be exact.
Now, the stainson Tessa's coat?
They would indicate that shesomehow came in contact
with these killerconcentrations.
So we're looking for a locationthat trapped enough killer smog
to leave behind a residueafter all these years.
Hey..
So this sweater that Tessawas wearing was cashmere, right?
Still had the price tag on it.
Only $5.99.
Vintage, or she scored amajor deal on Seventh Avenue.
DANNY:I don't think so.
I found the manufacturerwho designed the tag.
It was made in the '70s.
It was sold to hundreds
of different department storesaround the country.
But only halfof them still exist.
Sulfur dioxideconcentrations
have been preserved insome kind of enclosure.
LINDSAY:Probably above the ground,
so that it could trapthe rising exhaust.
An old space that waspainted before '56...
and not after '83...
and clothing atan absurdly low price.
DANNY:I don't know,
maybe she was squattingat an old clothing warehouse.
Or maybe some kind ofan overpass,
close to heavy traffic?
Or an abandoned high-rise.
TESSA: My name is Tessa James.
TAYLOR:Wait, waita minute.
Who's hurt,Tessa?
Oh, she... she's not hurt.
She's dead.
Or all of the above.
♪ ♪
FLACK: How did she getin here without getting caught?
TAYLOR: Buildings on either sideare abandoned.
No one's been up here for years.
FLACK:What the hell was shedoing in here?
TAYLOR:Looks like Tessawas living here.
Whoa.
I don't think the elevatorgoes to the top floor,
if you know what I mean.
That's amazing.
Somewhere in here is the answer
to what Tessawas trying to tell me.
LINDSAY: Must've taken her along time to compile all this.
Yeah...
DANNY:Who are all these guys?
(electrical hum)
(blipping)
♪ ♪
Mac, between everythingTessa told you,
and your own investigation,
was there ever any hard evidencethat Tessa witnessed a murder?
No. But there was nothingto disprove it, either.
Tessa wasn'tdelusional, Lindsay,
she didn't think people werelistening in on her thought,
or that she wasreceiving messages
from television or aliens.
Tessa was onto something.
And she may have beenmurdered for it.
(blipping)
It's an "L."
The "L"
stands for "Loyalty,"
the "T" for "Trust."
I did an icon database search.
It's the motto ofThe Vonner Club.
The Vonner Club.
Where you need to bea billionaire boy
and know that funny handshaketo get through the door.
A Southern girl like you has aproblem with gentlemen's clubs?
Hell, no.
What I have a problem withis a gentleman
who may have committed murder.
TESSA: The white-haired man just kept crying.
And... now she's out there.
And it's so...it's so cold.
It was cold.
Lindsay? On that wallwhere she compiled
newspaper sectionsand magazine pages...
any particular time of year?
LINDSAY:Here it is.
Yeah.
Seems like she was obsessedwith February 17th.
Crime sections,
articles on
female homicides,missing persons,
suicides...
Obituaries,also February 17th.
You think maybeshe was looking for
a report of the woman she saw?
Hang on. Mardi Gras!
It could've been around February17th last year, right?
TAYLOR:We need to find out
how The Vonner Club wascelebrating Fat Tuesday.
Yeah, I'm sorry.
The event was for Mardi Gras.Everyone comes in masks,
soit'd be really hard to recognize someone's face.
We'll need to see a guest listfrom that night,
and a seating plan,if you have a record of it.
Sure. I'll get thatfor you right now.
You'll keep thatconfidential, right?
Absolutely.
Mind if we take a look around?
Sure. Help yourself.
Uh, this may soundstrange, but...
do you happen to have a roomwith bright lights
and angels in it?
As a matter of fact, we do.
This is ourVIP room.
FLACK:A lot of sex going onin this room.
Apparently "VIP room"means something else.
Well, sex isn't a crime.Murder is.
We need to find blood.
♪ ♪
Bingo.
Spatter suggestsa gunshot wound.
Tessa was right.
The woman with the purplefeathers, I saw her,
with the bloodall over her face.
The woman carried out of thisroom could've been murdered.
(garbled radio chatter)
(ti(woman gasps)g)
MAN:Hey, is she all right?
(Taylor grunts)
(grunting)
This is Detective Mac Taylor.
I need to be connected withthe New York Crime Lab
and Jo Danville.
I saw a black SUV.
Xenon headlights.
Inside, I felt a pass-throughrear seat.
The cargo space wasabout six feet.
What about the woman who jumpedin front of the car?
Did you get a good look at her?
Caucasian...
black jacket with a hood.
I'd remember her voice.
When I reached for her,
she turned her head away.
I heard the car door open...
and I got Tasered in the neck.
Was it a police-issue Taser
or some runt gun that anyonecan buy?
I got zapped from behind.I didn't see.
Are you sure you don't wantto see a doctor, Mac?
No, I'm good, Jo.
I pulled some fibers
from the carpet.
Yeah, I'll say. It's enoughto weave a new one.
Who the hell hasthe balls
to try to warn off the head
of the New York City Crime Labis what I want to know.
Either someone really stupidor someone really powerful.
In the back of the vehicle,I felt metal under
my shoulder, and it had a sharp edge.
There's a possibilitythe trace transferred
from the object to your shirt.
Which shoulder?
Left.
(spritzing)
(sighs)
A license plate?
They must've puton fake plates,
and tossed the real ones in the back.
See? It's allthe little details
that criminals neverpay attention to.
Just one littlesomething they forget,
and we nail them.
I love this job.
(device buzzing)
Hey.
DANNY:Oh, how you feeling?
You all right?
Yeah, fine.So, where are we?
Well, as faras we can tell,
Tessa photographedhalf the men in Manhattan.
Adam I.D.'d themthrough the DMV.
None of them were onthe guest list.
But if these are picturesof guys
who look like ourperpetrators...
the VIP room.
So the guys upstairs neverattended the Mardi Gras party.
They were havinga smaller partyof their own.
Which would explain why ourmystery female vic
also wasn'tofficially signed in.
The woman withthe purple feathers.
TAYLOR: You said there were three men
caYes, three men.?
Three men.
And there was the, the, thecrying man with the white hair.
The crying manwith the white hair.
A muscled guy with the tiger.
A muscled guywith the tiger.
And someone else...
TESSA: I couldn't find him.
DANNY: A ton of candy wrappers.
Can you say "sugar cravings"?
Stratford chocolate.
Danny, the candy wrappers inthe alley all like this?
Exactly like that.
DANVILLE:They belonged to Tessa.
She brought them there.
Yeah, which is why they didn'tmake sense at the scene.
Oh... "Comiskey."
Comiskey?
Yeah, you know him?
It's a baseball stadium.
Charles Comiskey.
Chicago Black Sox?
1919?
You're so obsessedwith baseball.
Okay, so whypick that name
and put it on a wrapper?
You said Tessa mentionedother names.
Yeah, code namesshe'd worked out.
There was George Weaverand Billy Gleason.
Is the white-haired manWeaver or Gleason?
No. I don't know.I don't... I don't know him.
But I ran 'em all,and they didn't make sense.
Well, she was a bitconfused, right?
What werethe other names?
There was George Weaver.
George "Buck" Weaver?
Third baseman for the ChicagoBlack Sox.
Okay, so why pickthese names:
Comiskey, Weaver,
for a guy she sawat The Vonner Club?
I mean, the Black Sox threwthe World Series in 1919.
They were the bad guys.
DANVILLE: What did Comiskeyhave to do with the team?
He owned it.
Oh. Well, who owns Stratford
Confection Company?
DANNY:I'll tell you right now.
(beeping)
The owner of StratfordConfection Company is...
Matthew Stratford.
Take a look.
The white-haired man.
He just kept saying, um..."I didn't mean to.
"I-I just wantedto shut her up.
I didn't mean to."
She hasn't mentioned GeorgeWeaver on this wall.
LINDSAY:Wait a minute.
Wait.
All these articles,they all had
to do with deathor missing persons.
Except there was one...
Derek Perry.
I think we found our Weaver.
Derek Perry's a Major LeagueAll-Star third baseman.
He admitted himself into rehabfor cocaine addiction.
He was suspended from the teamfor a year.
Owner of a major company,pro ball player...
sounds like VIP'sto me.
TESSA: Um, there was George Weaver and Billy Gleason.
And Gleason saw me.
Billy Gleason.
Billy "The Kid" Gleason.
He was the managerof the Black Sox.
The managerof The Vonner Club...
Keith DeYoung.
When I was leaving the club,
we had a very interesting conversation.
Detective,Of course.e a minute?
Uh... the club and its members,
I mean, there are some powerfulpeople in here.
Yes?
Uh, if they found out that Igave you lists,
let you into that room
without, I don't know,talking to the boardof directors or something,
I could lose my job.
They take this loyalty and trustthing pretty seriously.
Look, why don't you give meyour card?
I'll give you mine.
You have anyquestions or concerns,
give me a call.I'll do the same
if your board of directorshave something to worry about.
TAYLOR: Keith DeYoung saw Tessa.
Thank you, Detective.
Bring him in.
Yeah?
FLACK: Hey, Mac, you feel likerenting a couple limos tonight?
I found the luxury car servicethat has your license plate.
It's over on West 57th.
I'll meet you there.Let's go.
Can I help you guys?
On your knees,you son of a bitch, now!
♪ ♪
(gasps)
Drop it.
(gun clatters)
On your knees,you son of a bitch.
FLACK:Peter Grant.
Driver to some of The VonnerClub's finest members...
and cop kidnapper.
That's an A-1 felony.
Same as murder.
Including assault and thethreats I distinctly remember,
you're going down
for 25-to-life.
The severity of your sentenceis determined
by how much youcooperate.
FLACK:Hey, there's your accomplice.
She works at the garage, too.So, what is this?
You guys, uh, work together,play together,
kidnap cops together?
The first one to talk
gets the deal.
Tell us who hired you.
Save your breath.
If I tell you, I'm a dead man.
Throw me whatever you got.
DANVILLE: Your little talk with
Detective Taylor was reallya threat, wasn't it?
No. No, no.
Look, I just wantedhim to know how...
How much of a pompous ass youand your club pals are?
Do you think money can get youout of murder?
No. Look, I don't knowanything, okay?
I just do what I'm told.
Oh, so you'rea pompous lackey ass?
Keith...
you don't want to getinto any more trouble
than you're already in.
You were therethe night that girl died.
No.
You saw her.
KEITH:No!
(sighs)
I allowed some girl intothe Mardi Gras party
to deliver papersto her boss, but...
Tessa Jamesdelivered papers
that night.
You said youdidn't remember her.
I'm bad with faces.
Really.
I think I'm going to be sick.
Oh, doesn't bother me.
I've got two kids.
I've spent half my lifecovered in throw-up.
I hear that.
The pail's right there.
Keith...
Give us the names ofthe men in the VIP room.
I hosted the Mardi Gras party.
That's all I can tell you.
The Jane Doe Macasked me to trace--
the strangulationfrom February 16...
Any Jane Does come in
with gunshot wounds aroundFebruary 17 of last year?
SID: Uh, yeah, we did havea Jane Doe,
but she died of strangulation.
Sid, check the blood trace wefound at The Vonner Club against
that Jane Doe's DNA records.
He was right.Her DNA
is a match to the blood found in The Vonner Club.
It appears shesuffered asphyxiation.
There was evidenceof recent sexual activity.
Two DNA donors.No hits in CODIS.
Also, she had high levelsof cocaine in her system.
And the M.E. detected blood
in her nasal cavity.
Which can cause the victimto sneeze or cough,
so our gunshot spatter patternwas a symptom of an overdose.
Overdose, then strangled.
Not the night she signed up for,I'm sure.
Yeah.
What's that, right there?
Yeah, right wrist...
Uh, well, she had a tattoo.
Ah.
The tattoo--
it's the symbolthat Tessa drew
repeatedly.
This is definitely our womanwith the purple feathers.
The M.E.'s office retainsclothing in Jane Doe cass
Yes.a year, right?
I need to seethis victim's clothing.
♪ ♪
(hissing)
Clothes give usanything?
A whole lot of nothing.
I got a foreign print.
Just one.
Top buttonof her winter coat.
You get anything in AFIS?
No. It seems likefor every lead,
just-- there'sanother dead end, boss.
TESSA: Now she's out there,
and it's so cold.
Maybe not.
It's your compassionthat nailed you.
I beg your pardon, Detective?
It was cold outside.
You did up the top button.
The other buttons were large--you could keep your glovs on,
but the top button, small.
I don't know what you mean.
I found your print
on Jane Doe'swinter coat.
I don't understand.H-How could you
get my fingerprints?
You provided themwhen we had
our littleconfidential chat.
(typing)
(beeping)
(sighs)
I-I-I handle so many coats
every day greeting membersof The Vonner Club.
Yeah, but how many arehigh-class prostitutes
who snort so much coke,
they freak out rightbefore they get strangled?
I don't think youwere in the room, Keith.
No, I wasn't.
I was hosting.
I wasn't in that room.
♪ ♪
But upstairs all hellwas breaking loose.
A girl OD's in front of your VIPs.
One of them panics...
...tries to shut her up and strangles her.
And then they call you--
the loyal and trustworthyclub manager.
No.
I was busy with other guests.
TAYLOR: You helped them carry her out.
I didn't mean to.I just wanted
her to shut up.I didn't mean to, to...
I didn't mean to.
Just zip up your fly and makesure you got all her stuff.
KEITH:We should callan ambulance.
What part of "murder duringVonner Club orgy" don't yu get?
TAYLOR: On your way down the hall, Tessa saw you.
Matthew Stratfordand Derek Perry...
they left you toclean up their mess...
drive to an abandoned part of town and dump her.
Only, you couldn't stand
to see her thereall alone in the cold.
And so you did up her coat.
A final act of compassion.
I almost feel sorry for you.
I didn't kill her.
Not the girl in the room,
but you saw Tessa.
And you described her.
And you made it possiblefor them to hire thugs
to find her.
You might as well have shovedthe needle in her arm yourself.
♪ ♪
Anyone come forwardto claim her yet?
No, unfortunately.
It's alwaysa little more difficult
knowing a body's destined fora pine box in Potter's Field.
She's not a Jane Doe, Sid.
Without a family member orfriend's official identification
I have to makethis determination.
♪ ♪
I found you. I found you.
I'm her friend.
Her name is Tessa James.
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