Programa de TV: CSI NY - 6x4
FLACK: Mac, this is Mrs.
Carter.
You're aware of the consequences of what you're about to do?
Yes.
I imagine that this is every detective's dream.
Every detective's dream is have people stop killing each other.
Start at the beginning, Mrs.
Carter.
Take your time.
I made Kevin his favorite dinner.
I lit the candles, I poured the wine.
Everything was perfect.
(soft hissing) He'd been traveling a lot lately, and it felt like weeks since he'd been home.
I wanted this night to be special...
to rekindle our relationship.
And there it was.
I actually thought that it was for me.
Do you know how stupid that made me feel?
Stupid enough to commit murder.
He was warned.
I told him that if ever caught him cheating, that I would kill him.
And I will never forget the look on his face.
(yells) And then I got on top of him and I started stabbing.
17 times.
It was that many?
(shrieking, grunting) I only stopped because I got tired.
I took a cab to the Ritz because that's where he proposed to me eight years ago.
I had a couple of glasses of wine...
and I got a room.
And that was my evening.
And this morning I had breakfast, then I walked over to the precinct and I turned myself in.
(phone ringing) Taylor.
DNA results came back.
She's lying.
Got it.
* Out here in the fields * I fight for my meals * I get my back into my living * Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah.
What the hell is wrong with you people?
There was no one else in that apartment.
You're lying, Deborah.
We found a partial DNA profile of another woman on the handle of the knife used to kill your husband.
DEBORAH: It could have been touched by any number of people before that night.
I entertain a lot.
That same woman's DNA was swabbed from the bite impression on a roll we took off your dinner table.
Maybe you can explain to us how another woman's DNA wound up on a piece of bread that came out of your oven.
Maybe your staff was hungry.
I'm sorry.
This is priceless.
You have a confession, a motive, a murder weapon that probably has my fingerprints all over it and you're still not satisfied.
Look, I'm give you one more chance to help yourself.
Someone else was in that room with you.
Who are you protecting?
I told you everything that I know.
I want her name.
There is no "her."
Okay, you want a name...
Amanda...
Bannister.
Park Avenue.
My attorney.
Maybe a few hours in a 6x8 cell will improve your memory.
Get her out of here.
(door closes) If you could go back to that moment, just you and him in that apartment, would you do it again?
Would you stick the knife in his chest?
(low, distant knife thrusts, Kevin yells) All 17 times.
Regret's a waste of time, Detective.
Right.
You can't change the past.
Stand up.
Turn around.
No matter how okay you think you are, when you close your eyes at night, it's gonna haunt you.
Let's go.
* ...in the glistening rain * We're going down for the second time * * Asphalt is faded gray * All my jealous washed away * Yeah, yeah * Whoo-hoo.
Well, the stomach contents confirm that Mr.
Carter did indeed ingest the dinner roll just as his wife, Deborah, claimed.
We were lucky.
Starches are broken down quickly by the gastric acids, but this survived quite well in a full stomach.
See?
Barely digested.
Looks like steak, asparagus, salad and corn.
I've always been fascinated at the way corn is able to withstand the acids of the stomach and travel through the whole digestive...
Sid, please?
Of course.
If Kevin Carter swallowed half that dinner roll, then how can the DNA profile we recovered from the other half be that of an unknown female?
(siren wails) (grunting) Bear down.
You got it.
You can do it.
What are you doing?
Don't stop.
I can't.
Me, I'm done.
I can't do it.
I can't take another step.
I'm not gonna let you quit.
Look, you don't have a choice, all right?
I'm done.
Jerry, bring his chair.
Same time tomorrow.
HAWKES: Hey, That's okay, Jerry.
I'll take it from here.
Sure.
Doc, what are you doing here?
Where's Lindsay?
She's working.
I volunteered to come by and get you.
Thanks.
So what was that?
What?
Danny, you gotta try way harder if you're gonna get up out of this chair.
Doc, you know what?
I got a policy, buddy.
I don't take advice unless I ask for it.
I got a policy, too.
I'm always up front with my friends.
And with an injury like yours, you should have been up out of that chair weeks ago.
You're not pushing yourself.
Are you kidding me?!
I'd like to give you five minutes of the pain I feel every time I take a step.
Danny, I treated hundreds of trauma patients that would trade places with you in a minute.
Look...
you came here to take me to work, right?
Let's go.
There's a fireman that came in to Emergency one day, big strong guy, huh?
Just hit a walk-off home run at the department softball game.
Rounded the bases, crossed home plate his whole team piled on top of him in celebration, broke his back.
I never met anybody with a heart like this guy.
It took a lot of sweat and pain and perseverance, but eventually, yeah, he walked again.
Is that the end of that story?
He said, "Pain is the payment for each precious thing."
Try harder, Danny.
Let's go.
Come on.
Let's go.
(siren wailing) (whistling) Oh, hey, babe.
Hey.
Hey, how was therapy?
Therapy was, uh, good.
What are we working on?
Kevin Carter's clothing.
We're looking for any trace of another woman.
Man.
How does eight years of marriage end like that?
Love.
(wry laugh) Wealthy guy, comfortable lifestyle.
If she wasn't crazy about him and she married the money, she'd put that ring back in the box, hang the jacket up, sit down with her husband for a nice porterhouse and a glass of Merlot.
Of course.
It's so obvious.
She stabbed him in the chest 17 times with a carving knife because she loved him.
* (yawns) How do you do it?
Crime scene cleanup by night, lab tech by day...
It's student loans.
It's the great motivator.
These are the Carter crime scene photos.
I was searching for anything that would lead me to that second female suspect who was in that room when Kevin Carter was murdered.
And you realized there was nothing recovered or analyzed from the scene that hinted to her identity.
Yes, so I switched focus.
I have cleaned up a countless number of crime scenes, and I always try to imagine what happened, piece the story together in my head based on what was left behind.
And food is a major theme in murder.
There's a good half pound of asparagus there.
A normal portion for two people.
Same for the corn.
The salad?
Still in the bowl.
Looks like it hasn't been touched.
If you'll notice the way the dressing sits in the curvature of the lettuce...
Suggesting it was never tossed or lifted, as if it were never served.
Steak, asparagus, salad and corn.
I mean, the pieces of beef are still whole.
I'm pretty certain not one bite is missing, which makes sense because...
the dinner plates are still clean.
And the silverware.
So, if nothing was consumed, how is it that the stomach contents is consistent with Kevin Carter having eaten a full meal?
MONROE: Hey, Doc.
Anything from DNA on the dinner roll?
I made the mistake of asking for local and national searches in CODIS together.
As you know, the comparisons in the national system are done monthly.
Ask for it before then, 14 people, 50 questions later, it gets approved, if you're lucky.
So, you were lucky?
Well, according to the young lady on the other end of the phone in Albany, I'm persistent and charming.
Oh.
And modest.
(chuckles) Let's see what we got.
(keys clicking, electronic whirring) Yes.
(beeping for each photo) (beeping continues) Based on Haylen's discovery, Kevin Carter had already eaten the same exact meal that Deborah had waiting for him before he ever walked through apartment.
Sid's autopsy report said the food in Kevin Carter's stomach was ingested ten to 15 minutes before he died.
The garage where he parks his car is a half a block from the building.
It had to take at least 15 minutes to park the car, walk home, take the elevator up to his apartment.
The ring and the note.
He was having an affair.
It wasn't just a one-night stand.
It makes sense that she would know what his favorite meal is.
So, dinner with his mistress out in public is too risky.
Instead, she cooks and, conveniently, lives nearby.
And if that's true, then the female profile we recovered from the dinner roll could have been transferred from Kevin's lips moments after a kiss good-bye.
Only one problem.
It doesn't explain how the same DNA profile ends up on the handle of the knife.
HAWKES: Hey, guys.
Our case just got complicated.
As if it wasn't already?
The unknown female DNA is a match to 21 case-to-case hits in Connecticut, Jersey, Upstate New York, Long Island.
Murder, burglary, robbery.
*** We now have case-to-case hits linking DNA from the Carter case to 21 major felonies across three states and seven different jurisdictions.
11 homicides, eight burglaries, two robberies.
And there's plenty of forensic evidence in all these cases, including several different DNA profiles.
But the only profile in common in all the cases belongs to our mystery woman.
Three of the murders occurred in New York City.
One in the Bronx three days ago.
Drug-related home invasion.
Vic shot with a .9-millimeter automatic.
Our mystery woman's DNA on spent shell casings at the scene.
(shell casing clatters on floor) Early morning stabbing in Queens at a club.
DNA on the rim of a glass believed to be used by the perp.
And the Carter homicide, which doesn't seem to have anything else in common with the other two.
No ballistic matches, commonality from weapons, fingerprints.
I mean, right now, aside from the DNA, there are no other forensic connections to any of the 21 cases.
Files are still coming in from the other departments.
We're looking for dots to connect.
Any progress identifying Kevin Carter's mistress?
The ring she bought him was a peridot on a plain gold band.
I mean, it's cheap.
It's simple.
Can be purchased at a million places in the city.
Also, it's pollen.
More specifically, pollen from pansies.
I found this on his clothing.
TAYLOR: No flowers in the vic's apartment.
MESSER: Clearly, it was transferred to Kevin's jacket.
So what I'm thinking is the woman he bought flowers for, who also bought him the ring, was the same woman he had dinner with right before he was killed.
Hmm.
Pansies and peridot are traditional gifts for a first wedding anniversary.
MONROE: One more thing.
Carpet fibers.
Now, these were all over the vic's shoes and socks.
Microscopic analysis showed a high degree of morphological integrity.
They were also coated with high concentrations of a fluorochemical urethane, which is a protectant.
Now, all this is consistent with new carpet.
And we identified a manufacturer, and the same brand was recently installed on two floors of the building next to Carter's.
BONASERA: We need to canvass the apartment complex, see what we can find out.
This Carter homicide just turned into Son of Sam times five.
The mayor wants answers, commissioner's under fire.
The press is all over us.
I need to know where we are with the investigation.
How the hell did the media get this?
I have no idea, and at this moment, don't really care.
I've got a press conference in 30 minutes and my guess is I'm going to face some very aggressive questions about this mystery female killer.
Where are we, Mac?
There's no other forensic connection.
No print match to any of the scenes.
The MOs are different.
She's all over the place, geography-wise.
And we have a murder suspect in custody who confesses to murder, but denies the existence of this mystery woman.
Well, DNA is a pretty compelling connection.
What else do you need?
More than what we've got before I suggest there's a serial killer roaming the city.
But what about the press?
I have to tell them something.
Come on, Chief.
I've seen you do that "No comment.
I'm not at liberty to discuss this," dance before.
(sighs) Another body turns up, they will have a field day.
They'll scream "cover up," say that we should have warned people.
I just need some time.
Well, I'll see what I can do.
No promises, Mac.
(siren wails) Hey.
Sorry to bother you.
I'm Detective Bonasera.
You know this man?
FLACK: Hey.
Sorry to bother you.
You know this man?
Hey.
Sorry to bother you.
You know this man?
I swear, if I see one more hairy guy in a wife-beater and boxers, I'm going to lose my mind.
Sorry to bother you.
I'm Detective Bonasera, and this is Detective Flack.
You know this man?
Of course I know him.
He's my husband.
(phone ringing) I can't believe this is happening.
That he's married to another woman.
That he's dead.
No one would blame you for being angry.
Kevin owned an import/export business.
He traveled a lot.
At least that's what he told me.
I passed the bar right after we got engaged, landed a job at a big firm.
16 hour days.
Neither one of us was home much.
Did you give Kevin this ring, Zoya?
Last night was our first wedding anniversary.
I made him his favorite dinner.
Steak, asparagus, corn and salad?
Yes.
How did you know?
Did you leave the apartment that night, after Kevin left?
No.
No.
I-I cleaned up the dishes and worked on some briefs until around midnight.
God, I feel so stupid.
He said he was catching a red-eye to San Francisco to meet with a client in the morning.
I had a ton of work to do, so I didn't complain too much.
Is that her?
Is that the wife?
Mm-hmm.
The one that killed him?
You never seen her before?
No, never.
Ever been to her apartment?
Absolutely not.
Mrs.
Carter, we'd like to take a DNA elimination sample.
From me?
I-I don't understand.
You said she confessed.
Someone else was in the apartment when Kevin was killed.
If it wasn't you, the sample will prove it.
You think she knew about Deborah?
I don't.
This guy covered his tracks really well.
Both of Kevin's parents are deceased.
His brother was killed in a car accident back in Seattle ten years ago.
He used the same name, but his brother's social to create a second identity.
Married to two women in the same apartment complex.
It's hard to believe they never bumped into each other.
And if she is lying, she's the second best one we've had in here in the last 24 hours.
Zoya has a motive to lie, *** Wow, this really puts an image on the number of cases we're dealing with.
Not quite.
There are still boxes trickling in.
Here-- incident reports from all 21 cases.
HAWKES: Good.
These will be helpful in creating a profile of our donor.
Hopefully we can find something that links them other than DNA.
It's just going to take time.
We will, one box at a time.
One file at a time.
(grunting) I got here a bit early.
Danny, about yesterday.
If...
if I came across rude...
No, don't-don't apologize.
You're just doing your job, all right?
Look, I'm done whining.
I came here so you can help me get out of this wheelchair and I'm going to do whatever it takes to make that happen.
I've got a few precious things I need to pay for.
You got it.
You're doing great.
Hey, got your message.
What's up?
Zoya Carter's DNA is no match in CODIS.
She is not our killer.
Looks like we're starting all over again.
Well, not exactly, because I think I might have something really good.
Okay.
I found another forensic connection in at least three of our linked cases.
Now this World Send package was recovered from a drug-related home invasion murder in the Bronx.
Now I also found cocaine residue on the inside of the package.
Now these were recovered from a Westchester County home invasion the next day, and a Greenwich, Connecticut crime scene a day later.
Now cocaine residue on all three of these packages have the exact same chemical fingerprint.
BONASERA: Three different counties, three separate police labs and no one connected the dots until Hawkes initiated a wider CODIS search.
Right, and it gets better.
All these crime scenes are only 12 miles apart, and these packages were all delivered by the same World Send employee.
By analyzing times, locations and MOs, we've created a three-dimensional geographic profile for our mystery woman.
The highest peak represents her most probable place of residence.
We checking for parolees, outstanding warrants in the area?
Yes, sir.
Does your profile include the probabilities of where she might strike next?
Nothing I'd hang my hat on, Mac.
The odd intervals and variety of her crimes make it extremely difficult to predict.
But we do know what she may look like.
Using genetic data extracted from her DNA samples, witness accounts as well as other forensic evidence, I've created a basic physiological profile of our killer.
We believe she's of European descent, female, 20 to 30 years of age, five-seven to five-ten, medium build.
She has dark hair, dark eyes.
She's well-groomed, socially active, extremely athletic.
But I can't explain the bizarre pattern or the diversity of the victims.
In several cases it appears that our suspect was working with one or more accomplices.
But one thing is certain-- her crime spree is increasing in violence and frequency.
Isn't it unusual for a woman to commit so many violent crimes?
It is.
That makes our suspect list very small.
Your profile narrows it even further.
Well, this might narrow it down to one.
Okay, we've got three drug-related home invasion homicide vics all linked by our mystery woman's DNA.
Now each vic has a long rap sheet for narcotics trafficking and possession.
All are linked forensically by Lindsay through cocaine residue found On World Send packaging recovered from the scenes.
All three packages were delivered by this woman-- Marcia Vasquez.
Locked up in 2001 at age 17 for possession of drugs and weapons.
She was sentenced to five years probation.
No DNA profile in CODIS.
No recent arrest activity.
She's now 25 years old, lives in the North Bronx and she's been a World Send employee for six months.
Each package was delivered the day before the murder.
(tires squealing) (horns honking) (people shouting) MAN: Hey, what are you doing?!
Got her!
Got her!
Got her!
Move!
Hey!
FLACK: Don't move!
Drop it now!
You don't want to do this!
Put the knife down!
Shoot me!
Shoot me or I'll kill you!
FLACK: Don't move!
Drop it now!
Put it down!
VASQUEZ: Stay back!
Drop it!
Shoot me or I'll kill you!
Do it now!
Drop it!
Do it now!
Shoot me or I'll kill you!
Why didn't you just pull the damn trigger?
FLACK: The truth is coming out, Marcia.
In this room or in court, it's coming out.
Now you didn't act alone, so who are you working with?
I already told you, you're wasting your time.
I'm not saying nothing, I'm not writing nothing, I'm not giving you nothing!
Nothing!
Well, we've got your DNA.
Yeah, I know you refused to give it, so we collected a sample from your fingerprint card.
It connects you to more than a dozen homicides.
A dozen homicides?
Yeah, and it puts you in the apartment with the Carters the night of the murder.
I don't know nobody named Carter.
The only thing I know is you're a damn coward.
BONASERA: Stop this.
Who are you protecting?
Who else is involved?
What the hell happened out there?
VASQUEZ: I don't know what the hell you're talking about.
BONASERA: I'm talking about helping yourself.
Nobody got hurt.
You think the others appreciate you being a stand-up?
That's not the answer I was looking for.
They don't know what's going on in this room.
For all they know you're sitting here spilling your guts...
He froze, Mac.
He couldn't pull the trigger.
She could have easily killed him.
VASQUEZ: Take me wherever you take me.
I ain't got nothing else to say.
Don.
Everything okay with you?
Yeah, I'm fine.
I'm not convinced.
Why do you need to be?
Did I do something wrong?
It's what you didn't do.
It could have got you killed.
Am I being second-guessed for not killing someone?
I thought that was a good thing.
It is, if it was a choice.
People are concerned about you, Don.
Tell people I said thanks, but I can take care of myself.
I wish that was true.
If it wasn't for Lindsay saving your ass today, we might be having this conversation in an emergency room, or maybe not at all.
Unless you want to make that official, I got nothing else to say.
Hey, newbie, what you working on?
Lindsay asked me to cross-reference Marcia's pick up and delivery locations for the last month with all of our case-to-case hits.
Ah, the tedious side of lab work.
Dr.
Hawkes.
Yeah?
Take a look at this.
HAWKES: It's impossible.
She couldn't have been in two places at the same time.
BONASERA: Do you remember these guys, Marcia?
You delivered them drugs, waited a couple of days till they sold their supply and then went back and murdered them for the money.
Robbing and killing drug dealers is one thing.
But what about these people?
Can you explain this to me?
How do you know the Carters?
I already told you.
I don't know the Carters.
Come on, Marcia.
It's over.
Who are you working with?
Are these contract killings?
Is that why they're all over the place?
Something's bothering you.
Her mannerisms.
Her demeanor.
The photos of the three dead drug dealers made her uncomfortable.
She turned them over, pushed them away.
The photos of Carter and the other victims didn't affect her at all.
(door opens) Mac.
It isn't her, is it?
No.
Not unless she has the ability to be two places at one time.
Haylen compared Marcia's movements, using the World Send tracking system to the CODIS hits.
She couldn't have possibly been at several of the crime scenes.
Somewhere along the way, we got it wrong.
We messed up.
The swab I took from Marcia's print card definitely matched the profile for all of the case-to-case hits.
I ran it myself.
How is it possible?
She clearly wasn't at some of these crime scenes.
It can't be a contamination issue.
I mean, we're dealing with seven different crime labs.
Okay, we're probably missing something so fundamental.
Until we figure out what that is, I need all of you to go through every aspect of these cases.
Something is there that connects them to this Phantom DNA.
BONASERA: Okay.
Here we go again.
BONASERA: We collected a sample from your fingerprint card.
It connects you to more than a dozen homicides.
Stella.
Chief Sinclair is giving a press conference announcing the arrest of the Phantom Killer in time for the 6:00 news.
I need you to stop him from doing that.
Not a problem.
Wait a minute.
Where are you going?
Brooklyn.
(indistinct chattering) Thank God we stopped her.
No telling how many potential victims there would have been.
Uh, Excuse me, sir.
I need to speak with you privately.
Excuse us.
Chief, you can't move forward with this press conference.
Detective, this department and city need a bit of good news.
We have the person responsible for countless crimes in custody.
Well, this arrest isn't what it appears to be.
Marcia Vasquez is not the Phantom Killer.
She is responsible for three of the murders, but not the rest.
I was told the DNA is a match in all the cases.
Chief, you have never questioned my judgment before.
That's right.
Don't do it now.
Please trust me.
(machines whirring, bell ringing) (indistinct conversations) (bell ringing) Can I help you?
I'm hoping you can.
Do you touch all of the cotton that comes out of these boxes?
Most of it, I guess.
Do you ever wear gloves?
We're supposed to, but they make my hands all sweaty.
Am I in trouble?
I hope you're not an inspector or something.
No.
I'm just a detective with the New York Crime Lab.
(siren wails) Approximately one month ago, White Tip Cotton won a city contract to provide evidence swabs for the NYPD Crime Lab and several other departments.
Earlier today, a DNA sample was taken from a female employee of the company, confirming what our investigators suspected.
(reporters clamoring) The cotton swabs provided to our department were inadvertently contaminated by this female employee during the packing process.
And although these swabs were sterilized at the end of that process, sterilization is only effective in eliminating bacteria, not human DNA.
There is no phantom murderer running loose in the streets of the city.
(clamoring) Our investigators, led by Detectives Mac Taylor and Stella Bonasera, lead to the arrest of two homicide suspects, one of whom will be charged with the murder of three individuals.
(reporters clamoring) REPORTER: Mr.
Sinclair, what about the Compass Killer?
SINCLAIR: Press conference over.
(liquid sloshing) (groans) (elevator bell dings) I'm sorry.
This is a crime scene cleanup.
You're not allowed to be here.
He was my husband.
He cheated on me with another woman.
I'm sorry.
Um...
I thought I had the perfect man, perfect life.
They look like a happy couple, huh?
I don't know what I'll do.
How I'll move on from this.
He was my life.
I'm glad she killed him.
So I didn't have to.
Drop it!
Shoot me or I'll kill you!
Do it now!
(baby jabbering) (turns sound off) *
Carter.
You're aware of the consequences of what you're about to do?
Yes.
I imagine that this is every detective's dream.
Every detective's dream is have people stop killing each other.
Start at the beginning, Mrs.
Carter.
Take your time.
I made Kevin his favorite dinner.
I lit the candles, I poured the wine.
Everything was perfect.
(soft hissing) He'd been traveling a lot lately, and it felt like weeks since he'd been home.
I wanted this night to be special...
to rekindle our relationship.
And there it was.
I actually thought that it was for me.
Do you know how stupid that made me feel?
Stupid enough to commit murder.
He was warned.
I told him that if ever caught him cheating, that I would kill him.
And I will never forget the look on his face.
(yells) And then I got on top of him and I started stabbing.
17 times.
It was that many?
(shrieking, grunting) I only stopped because I got tired.
I took a cab to the Ritz because that's where he proposed to me eight years ago.
I had a couple of glasses of wine...
and I got a room.
And that was my evening.
And this morning I had breakfast, then I walked over to the precinct and I turned myself in.
(phone ringing) Taylor.
DNA results came back.
She's lying.
Got it.
* Out here in the fields * I fight for my meals * I get my back into my living * Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah.
What the hell is wrong with you people?
There was no one else in that apartment.
You're lying, Deborah.
We found a partial DNA profile of another woman on the handle of the knife used to kill your husband.
DEBORAH: It could have been touched by any number of people before that night.
I entertain a lot.
That same woman's DNA was swabbed from the bite impression on a roll we took off your dinner table.
Maybe you can explain to us how another woman's DNA wound up on a piece of bread that came out of your oven.
Maybe your staff was hungry.
I'm sorry.
This is priceless.
You have a confession, a motive, a murder weapon that probably has my fingerprints all over it and you're still not satisfied.
Look, I'm give you one more chance to help yourself.
Someone else was in that room with you.
Who are you protecting?
I told you everything that I know.
I want her name.
There is no "her."
Okay, you want a name...
Amanda...
Bannister.
Park Avenue.
My attorney.
Maybe a few hours in a 6x8 cell will improve your memory.
Get her out of here.
(door closes) If you could go back to that moment, just you and him in that apartment, would you do it again?
Would you stick the knife in his chest?
(low, distant knife thrusts, Kevin yells) All 17 times.
Regret's a waste of time, Detective.
Right.
You can't change the past.
Stand up.
Turn around.
No matter how okay you think you are, when you close your eyes at night, it's gonna haunt you.
Let's go.
* ...in the glistening rain * We're going down for the second time * * Asphalt is faded gray * All my jealous washed away * Yeah, yeah * Whoo-hoo.
Well, the stomach contents confirm that Mr.
Carter did indeed ingest the dinner roll just as his wife, Deborah, claimed.
We were lucky.
Starches are broken down quickly by the gastric acids, but this survived quite well in a full stomach.
See?
Barely digested.
Looks like steak, asparagus, salad and corn.
I've always been fascinated at the way corn is able to withstand the acids of the stomach and travel through the whole digestive...
Sid, please?
Of course.
If Kevin Carter swallowed half that dinner roll, then how can the DNA profile we recovered from the other half be that of an unknown female?
(siren wails) (grunting) Bear down.
You got it.
You can do it.
What are you doing?
Don't stop.
I can't.
Me, I'm done.
I can't do it.
I can't take another step.
I'm not gonna let you quit.
Look, you don't have a choice, all right?
I'm done.
Jerry, bring his chair.
Same time tomorrow.
HAWKES: Hey, That's okay, Jerry.
I'll take it from here.
Sure.
Doc, what are you doing here?
Where's Lindsay?
She's working.
I volunteered to come by and get you.
Thanks.
So what was that?
What?
Danny, you gotta try way harder if you're gonna get up out of this chair.
Doc, you know what?
I got a policy, buddy.
I don't take advice unless I ask for it.
I got a policy, too.
I'm always up front with my friends.
And with an injury like yours, you should have been up out of that chair weeks ago.
You're not pushing yourself.
Are you kidding me?!
I'd like to give you five minutes of the pain I feel every time I take a step.
Danny, I treated hundreds of trauma patients that would trade places with you in a minute.
Look...
you came here to take me to work, right?
Let's go.
There's a fireman that came in to Emergency one day, big strong guy, huh?
Just hit a walk-off home run at the department softball game.
Rounded the bases, crossed home plate his whole team piled on top of him in celebration, broke his back.
I never met anybody with a heart like this guy.
It took a lot of sweat and pain and perseverance, but eventually, yeah, he walked again.
Is that the end of that story?
He said, "Pain is the payment for each precious thing."
Try harder, Danny.
Let's go.
Come on.
Let's go.
(siren wailing) (whistling) Oh, hey, babe.
Hey.
Hey, how was therapy?
Therapy was, uh, good.
What are we working on?
Kevin Carter's clothing.
We're looking for any trace of another woman.
Man.
How does eight years of marriage end like that?
Love.
(wry laugh) Wealthy guy, comfortable lifestyle.
If she wasn't crazy about him and she married the money, she'd put that ring back in the box, hang the jacket up, sit down with her husband for a nice porterhouse and a glass of Merlot.
Of course.
It's so obvious.
She stabbed him in the chest 17 times with a carving knife because she loved him.
* (yawns) How do you do it?
Crime scene cleanup by night, lab tech by day...
It's student loans.
It's the great motivator.
These are the Carter crime scene photos.
I was searching for anything that would lead me to that second female suspect who was in that room when Kevin Carter was murdered.
And you realized there was nothing recovered or analyzed from the scene that hinted to her identity.
Yes, so I switched focus.
I have cleaned up a countless number of crime scenes, and I always try to imagine what happened, piece the story together in my head based on what was left behind.
And food is a major theme in murder.
There's a good half pound of asparagus there.
A normal portion for two people.
Same for the corn.
The salad?
Still in the bowl.
Looks like it hasn't been touched.
If you'll notice the way the dressing sits in the curvature of the lettuce...
Suggesting it was never tossed or lifted, as if it were never served.
Steak, asparagus, salad and corn.
I mean, the pieces of beef are still whole.
I'm pretty certain not one bite is missing, which makes sense because...
the dinner plates are still clean.
And the silverware.
So, if nothing was consumed, how is it that the stomach contents is consistent with Kevin Carter having eaten a full meal?
MONROE: Hey, Doc.
Anything from DNA on the dinner roll?
I made the mistake of asking for local and national searches in CODIS together.
As you know, the comparisons in the national system are done monthly.
Ask for it before then, 14 people, 50 questions later, it gets approved, if you're lucky.
So, you were lucky?
Well, according to the young lady on the other end of the phone in Albany, I'm persistent and charming.
Oh.
And modest.
(chuckles) Let's see what we got.
(keys clicking, electronic whirring) Yes.
(beeping for each photo) (beeping continues) Based on Haylen's discovery, Kevin Carter had already eaten the same exact meal that Deborah had waiting for him before he ever walked through apartment.
Sid's autopsy report said the food in Kevin Carter's stomach was ingested ten to 15 minutes before he died.
The garage where he parks his car is a half a block from the building.
It had to take at least 15 minutes to park the car, walk home, take the elevator up to his apartment.
The ring and the note.
He was having an affair.
It wasn't just a one-night stand.
It makes sense that she would know what his favorite meal is.
So, dinner with his mistress out in public is too risky.
Instead, she cooks and, conveniently, lives nearby.
And if that's true, then the female profile we recovered from the dinner roll could have been transferred from Kevin's lips moments after a kiss good-bye.
Only one problem.
It doesn't explain how the same DNA profile ends up on the handle of the knife.
HAWKES: Hey, guys.
Our case just got complicated.
As if it wasn't already?
The unknown female DNA is a match to 21 case-to-case hits in Connecticut, Jersey, Upstate New York, Long Island.
Murder, burglary, robbery.
*** We now have case-to-case hits linking DNA from the Carter case to 21 major felonies across three states and seven different jurisdictions.
11 homicides, eight burglaries, two robberies.
And there's plenty of forensic evidence in all these cases, including several different DNA profiles.
But the only profile in common in all the cases belongs to our mystery woman.
Three of the murders occurred in New York City.
One in the Bronx three days ago.
Drug-related home invasion.
Vic shot with a .9-millimeter automatic.
Our mystery woman's DNA on spent shell casings at the scene.
(shell casing clatters on floor) Early morning stabbing in Queens at a club.
DNA on the rim of a glass believed to be used by the perp.
And the Carter homicide, which doesn't seem to have anything else in common with the other two.
No ballistic matches, commonality from weapons, fingerprints.
I mean, right now, aside from the DNA, there are no other forensic connections to any of the 21 cases.
Files are still coming in from the other departments.
We're looking for dots to connect.
Any progress identifying Kevin Carter's mistress?
The ring she bought him was a peridot on a plain gold band.
I mean, it's cheap.
It's simple.
Can be purchased at a million places in the city.
Also, it's pollen.
More specifically, pollen from pansies.
I found this on his clothing.
TAYLOR: No flowers in the vic's apartment.
MESSER: Clearly, it was transferred to Kevin's jacket.
So what I'm thinking is the woman he bought flowers for, who also bought him the ring, was the same woman he had dinner with right before he was killed.
Hmm.
Pansies and peridot are traditional gifts for a first wedding anniversary.
MONROE: One more thing.
Carpet fibers.
Now, these were all over the vic's shoes and socks.
Microscopic analysis showed a high degree of morphological integrity.
They were also coated with high concentrations of a fluorochemical urethane, which is a protectant.
Now, all this is consistent with new carpet.
And we identified a manufacturer, and the same brand was recently installed on two floors of the building next to Carter's.
BONASERA: We need to canvass the apartment complex, see what we can find out.
This Carter homicide just turned into Son of Sam times five.
The mayor wants answers, commissioner's under fire.
The press is all over us.
I need to know where we are with the investigation.
How the hell did the media get this?
I have no idea, and at this moment, don't really care.
I've got a press conference in 30 minutes and my guess is I'm going to face some very aggressive questions about this mystery female killer.
Where are we, Mac?
There's no other forensic connection.
No print match to any of the scenes.
The MOs are different.
She's all over the place, geography-wise.
And we have a murder suspect in custody who confesses to murder, but denies the existence of this mystery woman.
Well, DNA is a pretty compelling connection.
What else do you need?
More than what we've got before I suggest there's a serial killer roaming the city.
But what about the press?
I have to tell them something.
Come on, Chief.
I've seen you do that "No comment.
I'm not at liberty to discuss this," dance before.
(sighs) Another body turns up, they will have a field day.
They'll scream "cover up," say that we should have warned people.
I just need some time.
Well, I'll see what I can do.
No promises, Mac.
(siren wails) Hey.
Sorry to bother you.
I'm Detective Bonasera.
You know this man?
FLACK: Hey.
Sorry to bother you.
You know this man?
Hey.
Sorry to bother you.
You know this man?
I swear, if I see one more hairy guy in a wife-beater and boxers, I'm going to lose my mind.
Sorry to bother you.
I'm Detective Bonasera, and this is Detective Flack.
You know this man?
Of course I know him.
He's my husband.
(phone ringing) I can't believe this is happening.
That he's married to another woman.
That he's dead.
No one would blame you for being angry.
Kevin owned an import/export business.
He traveled a lot.
At least that's what he told me.
I passed the bar right after we got engaged, landed a job at a big firm.
16 hour days.
Neither one of us was home much.
Did you give Kevin this ring, Zoya?
Last night was our first wedding anniversary.
I made him his favorite dinner.
Steak, asparagus, corn and salad?
Yes.
How did you know?
Did you leave the apartment that night, after Kevin left?
No.
No.
I-I cleaned up the dishes and worked on some briefs until around midnight.
God, I feel so stupid.
He said he was catching a red-eye to San Francisco to meet with a client in the morning.
I had a ton of work to do, so I didn't complain too much.
Is that her?
Is that the wife?
Mm-hmm.
The one that killed him?
You never seen her before?
No, never.
Ever been to her apartment?
Absolutely not.
Mrs.
Carter, we'd like to take a DNA elimination sample.
From me?
I-I don't understand.
You said she confessed.
Someone else was in the apartment when Kevin was killed.
If it wasn't you, the sample will prove it.
You think she knew about Deborah?
I don't.
This guy covered his tracks really well.
Both of Kevin's parents are deceased.
His brother was killed in a car accident back in Seattle ten years ago.
He used the same name, but his brother's social to create a second identity.
Married to two women in the same apartment complex.
It's hard to believe they never bumped into each other.
And if she is lying, she's the second best one we've had in here in the last 24 hours.
Zoya has a motive to lie, *** Wow, this really puts an image on the number of cases we're dealing with.
Not quite.
There are still boxes trickling in.
Here-- incident reports from all 21 cases.
HAWKES: Good.
These will be helpful in creating a profile of our donor.
Hopefully we can find something that links them other than DNA.
It's just going to take time.
We will, one box at a time.
One file at a time.
(grunting) I got here a bit early.
Danny, about yesterday.
If...
if I came across rude...
No, don't-don't apologize.
You're just doing your job, all right?
Look, I'm done whining.
I came here so you can help me get out of this wheelchair and I'm going to do whatever it takes to make that happen.
I've got a few precious things I need to pay for.
You got it.
You're doing great.
Hey, got your message.
What's up?
Zoya Carter's DNA is no match in CODIS.
She is not our killer.
Looks like we're starting all over again.
Well, not exactly, because I think I might have something really good.
Okay.
I found another forensic connection in at least three of our linked cases.
Now this World Send package was recovered from a drug-related home invasion murder in the Bronx.
Now I also found cocaine residue on the inside of the package.
Now these were recovered from a Westchester County home invasion the next day, and a Greenwich, Connecticut crime scene a day later.
Now cocaine residue on all three of these packages have the exact same chemical fingerprint.
BONASERA: Three different counties, three separate police labs and no one connected the dots until Hawkes initiated a wider CODIS search.
Right, and it gets better.
All these crime scenes are only 12 miles apart, and these packages were all delivered by the same World Send employee.
By analyzing times, locations and MOs, we've created a three-dimensional geographic profile for our mystery woman.
The highest peak represents her most probable place of residence.
We checking for parolees, outstanding warrants in the area?
Yes, sir.
Does your profile include the probabilities of where she might strike next?
Nothing I'd hang my hat on, Mac.
The odd intervals and variety of her crimes make it extremely difficult to predict.
But we do know what she may look like.
Using genetic data extracted from her DNA samples, witness accounts as well as other forensic evidence, I've created a basic physiological profile of our killer.
We believe she's of European descent, female, 20 to 30 years of age, five-seven to five-ten, medium build.
She has dark hair, dark eyes.
She's well-groomed, socially active, extremely athletic.
But I can't explain the bizarre pattern or the diversity of the victims.
In several cases it appears that our suspect was working with one or more accomplices.
But one thing is certain-- her crime spree is increasing in violence and frequency.
Isn't it unusual for a woman to commit so many violent crimes?
It is.
That makes our suspect list very small.
Your profile narrows it even further.
Well, this might narrow it down to one.
Okay, we've got three drug-related home invasion homicide vics all linked by our mystery woman's DNA.
Now each vic has a long rap sheet for narcotics trafficking and possession.
All are linked forensically by Lindsay through cocaine residue found On World Send packaging recovered from the scenes.
All three packages were delivered by this woman-- Marcia Vasquez.
Locked up in 2001 at age 17 for possession of drugs and weapons.
She was sentenced to five years probation.
No DNA profile in CODIS.
No recent arrest activity.
She's now 25 years old, lives in the North Bronx and she's been a World Send employee for six months.
Each package was delivered the day before the murder.
(tires squealing) (horns honking) (people shouting) MAN: Hey, what are you doing?!
Got her!
Got her!
Got her!
Move!
Hey!
FLACK: Don't move!
Drop it now!
You don't want to do this!
Put the knife down!
Shoot me!
Shoot me or I'll kill you!
FLACK: Don't move!
Drop it now!
Put it down!
VASQUEZ: Stay back!
Drop it!
Shoot me or I'll kill you!
Do it now!
Drop it!
Do it now!
Shoot me or I'll kill you!
Why didn't you just pull the damn trigger?
FLACK: The truth is coming out, Marcia.
In this room or in court, it's coming out.
Now you didn't act alone, so who are you working with?
I already told you, you're wasting your time.
I'm not saying nothing, I'm not writing nothing, I'm not giving you nothing!
Nothing!
Well, we've got your DNA.
Yeah, I know you refused to give it, so we collected a sample from your fingerprint card.
It connects you to more than a dozen homicides.
A dozen homicides?
Yeah, and it puts you in the apartment with the Carters the night of the murder.
I don't know nobody named Carter.
The only thing I know is you're a damn coward.
BONASERA: Stop this.
Who are you protecting?
Who else is involved?
What the hell happened out there?
VASQUEZ: I don't know what the hell you're talking about.
BONASERA: I'm talking about helping yourself.
Nobody got hurt.
You think the others appreciate you being a stand-up?
That's not the answer I was looking for.
They don't know what's going on in this room.
For all they know you're sitting here spilling your guts...
He froze, Mac.
He couldn't pull the trigger.
She could have easily killed him.
VASQUEZ: Take me wherever you take me.
I ain't got nothing else to say.
Don.
Everything okay with you?
Yeah, I'm fine.
I'm not convinced.
Why do you need to be?
Did I do something wrong?
It's what you didn't do.
It could have got you killed.
Am I being second-guessed for not killing someone?
I thought that was a good thing.
It is, if it was a choice.
People are concerned about you, Don.
Tell people I said thanks, but I can take care of myself.
I wish that was true.
If it wasn't for Lindsay saving your ass today, we might be having this conversation in an emergency room, or maybe not at all.
Unless you want to make that official, I got nothing else to say.
Hey, newbie, what you working on?
Lindsay asked me to cross-reference Marcia's pick up and delivery locations for the last month with all of our case-to-case hits.
Ah, the tedious side of lab work.
Dr.
Hawkes.
Yeah?
Take a look at this.
HAWKES: It's impossible.
She couldn't have been in two places at the same time.
BONASERA: Do you remember these guys, Marcia?
You delivered them drugs, waited a couple of days till they sold their supply and then went back and murdered them for the money.
Robbing and killing drug dealers is one thing.
But what about these people?
Can you explain this to me?
How do you know the Carters?
I already told you.
I don't know the Carters.
Come on, Marcia.
It's over.
Who are you working with?
Are these contract killings?
Is that why they're all over the place?
Something's bothering you.
Her mannerisms.
Her demeanor.
The photos of the three dead drug dealers made her uncomfortable.
She turned them over, pushed them away.
The photos of Carter and the other victims didn't affect her at all.
(door opens) Mac.
It isn't her, is it?
No.
Not unless she has the ability to be two places at one time.
Haylen compared Marcia's movements, using the World Send tracking system to the CODIS hits.
She couldn't have possibly been at several of the crime scenes.
Somewhere along the way, we got it wrong.
We messed up.
The swab I took from Marcia's print card definitely matched the profile for all of the case-to-case hits.
I ran it myself.
How is it possible?
She clearly wasn't at some of these crime scenes.
It can't be a contamination issue.
I mean, we're dealing with seven different crime labs.
Okay, we're probably missing something so fundamental.
Until we figure out what that is, I need all of you to go through every aspect of these cases.
Something is there that connects them to this Phantom DNA.
BONASERA: Okay.
Here we go again.
BONASERA: We collected a sample from your fingerprint card.
It connects you to more than a dozen homicides.
Stella.
Chief Sinclair is giving a press conference announcing the arrest of the Phantom Killer in time for the 6:00 news.
I need you to stop him from doing that.
Not a problem.
Wait a minute.
Where are you going?
Brooklyn.
(indistinct chattering) Thank God we stopped her.
No telling how many potential victims there would have been.
Uh, Excuse me, sir.
I need to speak with you privately.
Excuse us.
Chief, you can't move forward with this press conference.
Detective, this department and city need a bit of good news.
We have the person responsible for countless crimes in custody.
Well, this arrest isn't what it appears to be.
Marcia Vasquez is not the Phantom Killer.
She is responsible for three of the murders, but not the rest.
I was told the DNA is a match in all the cases.
Chief, you have never questioned my judgment before.
That's right.
Don't do it now.
Please trust me.
(machines whirring, bell ringing) (indistinct conversations) (bell ringing) Can I help you?
I'm hoping you can.
Do you touch all of the cotton that comes out of these boxes?
Most of it, I guess.
Do you ever wear gloves?
We're supposed to, but they make my hands all sweaty.
Am I in trouble?
I hope you're not an inspector or something.
No.
I'm just a detective with the New York Crime Lab.
(siren wails) Approximately one month ago, White Tip Cotton won a city contract to provide evidence swabs for the NYPD Crime Lab and several other departments.
Earlier today, a DNA sample was taken from a female employee of the company, confirming what our investigators suspected.
(reporters clamoring) The cotton swabs provided to our department were inadvertently contaminated by this female employee during the packing process.
And although these swabs were sterilized at the end of that process, sterilization is only effective in eliminating bacteria, not human DNA.
There is no phantom murderer running loose in the streets of the city.
(clamoring) Our investigators, led by Detectives Mac Taylor and Stella Bonasera, lead to the arrest of two homicide suspects, one of whom will be charged with the murder of three individuals.
(reporters clamoring) REPORTER: Mr.
Sinclair, what about the Compass Killer?
SINCLAIR: Press conference over.
(liquid sloshing) (groans) (elevator bell dings) I'm sorry.
This is a crime scene cleanup.
You're not allowed to be here.
He was my husband.
He cheated on me with another woman.
I'm sorry.
Um...
I thought I had the perfect man, perfect life.
They look like a happy couple, huh?
I don't know what I'll do.
How I'll move on from this.
He was my life.
I'm glad she killed him.
So I didn't have to.
Drop it!
Shoot me or I'll kill you!
Do it now!
(baby jabbering) (turns sound off) *