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(Sirens wailing)

(Panting)

Man:
Yo, watch out!

Flack:
Hey! Hey!

Girl: Wait. Are you kidding me?

I thought you said this story
was about a princess,

not some cops
chasing some dude.

It is.
I'm just setting it up.

Okay?
See?

It's called backstory.

Well, how about getting
to the front story?

Well, I...

Detective Flack
is chasing the bad guy.

(Grunting)

Where is it, Rennick?
Where's what?

The gun you used to kill
Roger Murray with.

- Who?
- Hey.

I pulled a hamstring
scaling that truck over there.

You don't want to
mess with me right now.

- Hey, man, come on!
- Listen to me.

We got your blood,
we got your prints.

You're going away.

The only question
is for how long?

It's in the pond.

Turtle pond.

Near the dock.

Let's go.

Officer:
Let's go.

Rennick:
I swear, I threw it in there.

(Indistinct radio transmission)

Between the mud
and the zero visibility,

I got nothing.

Might need more divers;
It's a big pond.

Rennick's not getting
away with murder.

Drain it.

Drain it?

Girl: Ugh.
Drain the pond?

How long is this gonna take?

Uh, well, not nearly
as long as a lineup takes.

Your mom's gonna be...
At least another hour,

and I don't see anybody
rushing over here

to take my report,
so I think we're stuck.

Girl 2: If you're a cop,

why can't you report
your stolen car to yourself?

Um, well, 'cause I'm not a cop.

No, I mean, I work with cops.

Yeah, I do cop stuff,

but I'm a... I'm a
crime scene investigator.

(Video game bleeping)

Okay, fine.

Girls, I'll tell you
about the princess.

So we're all in
the turtle pond...

You know, in Central Park...

Looking for the bad guy's gun.

Taylor:
Everybody spread out.

(Indistinct radio transmissions)

(Beeping)

No way.

I found it.

I found it!

Danville: Mac?

Another gun?

Another murder.

♪ Out here in the fields

♪ I fight for my meals

♪ I get my back into my living

♪ yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah.

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Taylor:
Yeah.

Okay. I got it.
Keep me posted.

She's been underwater
for at least a couple of days,

so any evidence of foul play
would definitely be compromised.

No purse, no ID, no cell phone.

So far she doesn't
match a description

on any recent missing
persons reports.

Blunt force trauma.

Enough to kill her.

Drain plug's missing.

She's tied down.

Well-thought-out suicide?

Mugging gone wrong?

Well, they didn't
take her earrings.

Quite an elaborate way
for a grab-and-go guy

to dispose of a body.

Eliminates mugging.

Quite a ball gown, so...

I'm not buying suicide.

That leaves good,
old-fashioned murder.

So we've got a castle,

and a princess.

And an unhappy ending.

(Indistinct talking)

Girl: Is that what
she was killed with?

No, um...

That actually was
a piece of a spaceship.

Let's go.

♪

♪ I'm a sinner

♪ I'm a liar

♪ want forgiveness

♪ but I'm tired

♪ I'm addicted

♪ to the fire

♪ let go, I'm ready for it ♪

♪ let go, I'm ready ♪

♪ I'm a victim

♪ I'm a coward

♪ try to wake up

♪ don't have the power

♪ I'm a daughter

♪ in the choir

♪ let go, I'm ready for it ♪

♪ let go, I'm ready ♪

♪ ooh-ooh, ooh ♪

♪ ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh ♪

♪ ooh-ooh, ooh ♪

♪ ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh ♪

♪ ooh-ooh, ooh ♪

♪ ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh ♪

♪ I'm a shadow

♪ I'm a creeper

♪ want forgiveness

♪ getting weaker

♪ I'm addicted

♪ to the fever

♪ let go, I'm ready for it ♪

♪ let go, I'm ready ♪

♪ ooh-ooh, ooh ♪

♪ ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh ♪

♪ no, no, no eyes, baby

♪ no, no, no mind, baby

♪ no, no, no smile, baby

♪ no, no, no lies

♪ lay me down tonight

♪ no lies...

♪ Blood, I want it

♪ giving up the fight

♪ blood, I want it

♪ lay me down tonight yeah

♪ blood, I want it

♪ take me to the sky

♪ blood, I want it

♪ everything's all right now.

Prints got a match
to Ashley Braden, 26.

Had a juvie record for a meth
bust about eight years ago.

Been clean ever since.

Part-time student Chelsea U,
no next of kin.

No signs of pulmonary edema.

Means she was dead before
she went in the water.

COD is subdural hematoma,

caused by massive
blunt force trauma.

Analysis of the trace
you recovered from the wound

suggests that the weapon was

a banded metamorphic deposit,

containing quartz, mica,
feldspar and biotite.

She was killed with a rock.

Specifically, Manhattan schist.

Which doesn't help us,
'cause the city's full of it.

Time of death?

Well, given
the water temperature,

and extensive skin slippage,

I'd say she'd been underwater
approximately 60 hours

when you found her.

And how long before that
was she killed?

Lividity is exclusively
along her right side.

Taylor: Consistent with her
position in the boat.

So she was probably
pushed out into the water

within minutes of her death.

Taylor:
Which would suggest

she was killed in the park,

quite close to the pond.

Hawkes:
60 hours...

Puts it at Saturday night,
around midnight.

Stomach contents revealed
traces of arothron hispidus,

also known as puffer fish.

Very expensive sushi.

And delicious.

Her last meal was to die for.

Hawkes:
Fancy meal, fancy dress,

fancy party...

That begs the question,
where was Ashley

before she was at the park?

Sid:
And who was she with?

I may have discovered
evidence of a struggle.

I took subdermal photos.

Taylor:
Very light discoloration.

Yeah, but then I found...

Burst capillaries.

And in a circular pattern,

around her wrist.

Somebody grabbed her.

And she resisted.

Ashley didn't go down
without a fight.

?

Christine: I just want you
to look me in the eye

and tell me nothing's wrong.

Phillips: You're suffering from
what's called anomic aphasia.

I can appreciate your optimism,

but you cannot do this alone.

(Line ringing)

(Beeps)

Christine, uh,
when you get this,

can you call me?

I don't want to leave things...

Just call me, please.

Taylor:
You got a match on the gun

- from the pond?
- 100%.

Sent the ballistics
report to the D.A.,

and Rennick's probably
pled out by now.

What's that?

That is an excellent
question, Mac.

I found this in the pond.

Strange etchings,

carbon trace from intense heat,

and radioactivity.

Not enough to be dangerous,
just intriguing.

But here is the
pièce de résistance:

I found particles combined of

nickel, iron and olivine.

Space dust.

That's right, M.T.
Okay?

This is not of this earth.

Girl 2:
Nuh-uh.

- Uh-huh.
- Nuh-uh!

- Uh-huh!
Girl: - So...

What'd the boss cop say?

Well, he said, um...

Fascinating.

Now clear the rest of the guns,

and don't ever call me "M. T."
Again.

All right.

Give me some good news.

My 14-year-old daughter
broke up with her boyfriend.

- (Chuckles)
- And I found

a trace of flora
wedged behind a rhinestone

on the back of our vic's shoe,

which suggests that she was
dragged along the ground.

If EDNA can give us a match
to a plant in the park,

it could give us the
primary crime scene.

More good news.

I found a bloodstain
on our victim's dress.

Not her own.

After three days in water?

It was under her arm.

GCMS analysis found
aluminum sulfate.

A dye-fixing agent.

It's also an ingredient
in antiperspirant,

which is why it
preserved the bloodstain.

It is human, so I'm running
it through CODIS right now

to see if we can get a hit.

There's also something unusual
about the labels on her clothes.

Bargain basement brand, right?

Her dress... a designer label,

very expensive.

She's a part-time student.

How'd she afford
a dress like that?

She didn't.

The tag's still on.

Clearly, she was
going to return it.

A poor girl
trying to look rich.

Cinderella story.

- Hey, Jo?
- Yeah.

Last week, I was
a bit short with you.

You made your point.

Already forgotten.

(Computer beeps)

Danville:
Ah.

The face behind
the blood trace.

Taylor:
Joseph Skiver.

Steady.
(Grunting)

Check the interiors.

Nah, I got it.

(Talking indistinctly)

Yo!

NYPD.

Why does that never work?

Watch it, watch it!

Hey, buddy.

Nice move.

I'm not holding, man.
Search me all you want.

Here's something you've
never heard a cop say:

I'm gonna take
your word for it.

Let's go.

Flack: Assault, fraud, burglary,
possession of meth,

trafficking in meth,

trafficking in
proscribed wildlife.

"Proscribed wildlife"?

I'm diversifying.

How about murder?

Yeah, stick it all on me.

I'm a pincushion, baby.

Just for giggles, who'd I kill?

Ashley Braden.

Ashley's dead?

Mm-hmm.

(Sighs)

God.

And you think I did it
'cause I got a rap sheet?

Danville:
We found your blood

on her clothes.

- What?
- How'd you cut your hand?

Are you kidding me?
I would never...

That's not the answer
I'm looking for, Skiver.

Uh... it's a bite,
feeding the toucan.

- Those things are nasty.
- (Chuckles)

Thought you were going to
come up with something lame.

When did you last see Ashley?

Uh, Saturday night,
at her place.

She told me she couldn't
see me anymore.

Didn't want to give her
boyfriend the wrong idea.

She was all dressed up...

She was going out?

Yeah.

With Richie Rich.

The boyfriend.

He was throwing some big thing

at the castle in Central Park.

Does he have a name?

She wouldn't tell me.

Sounds to me like
Ashley dumped you.

That must've made you
pretty angry.

You don't understand.

When I met Ashley,

her folks had just been
killed in a car crash.

She was alone.

And, yeah, she got into a lot
of dark stuff 'cause of me.

That's what
made me pretty angry.

When she told me
she was moving on,

yeah, it broke my heart.

But I was happy for her.

How did your blood
end up on her dress?

I don't know.

Must've been when I was
giving her a hug good-bye.

I would never do
anything to hurt Ashley.

You believe him?

He was alone most
of the evening,

no one to corroborate
his alibi.

His blood's on
our victim's dress.

A toucan?
Really?

Had a cousin that
worked with birds.

They can be vicious.

We need to put Skiver in Central
Park at the time of the murder,

with that rock in his hand.

And then there's always
the new boyfriend.

Run with it.

In the meantime, we're going
back to the crime scene.

All right.

EDNA matched the leaf
to hibiscus moscheutos.

It only grows around here.

Who catalogs every plant
in Central Park?

I'm guessing single guy,

no kids.

Is that it?

Boom.

Let's see what we can find.

Did she just use my word?

♪

♪

Flack:
Hey, Mac.

Park operations put me onto

the caterer of
Saturday night's party.

I should have
the guest list ASAP.

I understand there was
some serious money

in Belvedere Castle
the other night.

Over 300 people.
Manhattan's elite.

That's a lot of suspects.

Hoping the guest list
can narrow it down

to Ashley and a plus-one.

The boyfriend?

Got my fingers crossed.

This area open to the public?

Only during private events.

All those people,

and not one of them
reported Ashley Braden missing.

Why?

♪

♪

♪

♪

(computer beeps)

(Footsteps approaching)

Danny:
You ever see me

rip up a check for 50 grand,
do me a favor and shoot me.

- Consider it done.
- Okay.

'Cause the paper that Sid
found on the vic's body

is a match to the check that
I recovered at the crime scene.

Hawkes: Also found blood trace
on a jewelry clasp.

It doesn't belong to Skiver.

Neither does the check.

Danny: It does connect
to Ashley Braden.

I filled in
the missing letters.

Fits like a glass slipper, no?

$50,000 check
made out to our vic.

Hmm. Not much left
of the signature.

No.

It ends with e-l-l-o,
or-or i-l-l-o.

(Phone rings)

Taylor.

Hey, Mac.

So Ashley Braden was a guest

of the vice president
of the coronation group.

A guy by the name
of Matthew Dibello.

Dibello.
Matthew Dibello.

Perfect.

Hold on.

That's our guy.

I'll meet you there.

Boom.

Flack: Do you know
an Ashley Braden?

Yes, why?

When was the last
time you saw her?

Saturday night.

We had a corporate function.

And how did that go?

Fine.

No issues with Ashley?

We... had words.

What's going on?

You haven't seen her
for three days,

but you haven't
reported her missing.

Because she isn't missing.

She's in Kansas City.

And you know that because...

I got a text
from her Sunday morning,

saying she was going there
for a few days to cool off.

That's not what
happened, Matthew.

I don't understand.

She's was murdered.

Saturday night in the park.

Ashley?

No, no, no.

She's in Kansas City.
(Door opens)

Matthew, I was wondering...
Oh, I'm sorry.

I didn't know you were
in a meeting.

What's wrong?

Ashley's been murdered.

Oh, Matthew, what?

Detectives, this is my mother,

Krista Dibello.

Why don't you tell us a little more
about the words you had with Ashley.

Ashley, uh, was late.

We argued.

She left.

Did it get physical?

Did I hit her?

No.

I grabbed her wrist.

Her jewelry
must've scratched me,

but I never hit her.

Flack:
You know she had a history,

a criminal record,
some shady friends?

That wasn't a secret,
and it didn't matter to us.

Then why'd you write her
a check for $50,000?

I didn't.

I've never seen
that check before.

Is that your signature?

It must be a forgery.

A lot of people have access
to your personal checkbook?

I can't explain that check,

but there's something you have
to understand about Ashley.

She was honest with me.

I knew about her past,

and it only made me
love her more.

There was no blackmail,

if that's what
you're suggesting.

You won't mind
if we take a DNA sample.

I think I should consult
my attorney.

I thought you had
nothing to hide?

Krista: Gentlemen, I understand
you have to do your job,

but let me be very clear.

Matthew loved Ashley.

He never,

never could have hurt her.

I'll give you whatever you need.

Girl: So did the prince
do it or not?

Ah.

Even if he did the crime,

he won't be doing the time.

Whoa, my story, my moral.

His reaction was genuine.

He didn't know Ashley
Braden was dead.

Okay, but he's lying
about something.

We need to track down
Ashley's cell.

Do you believe in luck?

Well, uh,

Seneca said,
"luck is the intersection

of preparation and opportunity."

Well, then opportunity
just knocked.

Do you know where the
Midtown Manhattan

meteorological station
is located?

Belvedere Castle.

50 feet from where

I found a single blood drop,
footprints

and a bizarre
circular divot pattern.

Sid estimated the time of death

as around midnight.

On Saturday night
at precisely 12:01 A.M.,

it started raining.

And then at 12:14, it stopped.

The circular divot pattern

was from somebody holding
an umbrella.

Which means
they had to be standing there

for at least some part of
that 13 minutes.

Right, and also the pieces
of the check that Danny found

across the lake, they also had
water damage from the rain.

This umbrella duplicates
the ring pattern

I found at the site.

Then I calibrated
this pressure-sensitive mat

to register

the exact same depth

of penetration as the raindrops.

The only variable is the height

of the person holding
the umbrella.

Right, now most people
hold an umbrella

with their forearm
at a 45 degree angle.

And at the site, I measured
a depth of penetration

of 3/16 of an inch.

So, if I plug those

into a height formula...

Five-11.

That's brains, not luck.

So what about the
blood you found?

Well, the umbrella protected it

from the rain.

- Right, unfortunately...
- No hit in CODIS.

Right, but the footprints

that I discovered at the scene,
they faced

away from the Belvedere Castle
towards the pond.

Male, size 11,

slight over-pronation
of the right foot.

No logo or brand name.

There's something even
better. See that line?

It's pretty unique stitching.

There's only shoemaker
that does that,

Felitti.

Not cheap.

So, we have footprints

across the lake,

outside the Belvedere Castle,
pointing towards the pond

right around the time that
we think Ashley was killed.

- We have a witness.
- Yes.

(Indistinct noise on headphones)

(Indistinct transmission)

(Loud rumbling static)

(Indistinct voice)

You heard aliens talking?

You know, who knows?

I don't even know
if they have mouths.

All I know for sure is

that it's some form
of communication.

Sounds waves from the middle
of the spaceship.

Which means I've discovered
first contact.

Boo-yah. Mmm.

So what happened next
with the dead lady?

Really?

Just got Dibello's swab.

It's his blood on the clasp that
Hawkes found across the pond.

It puts him at the crime scene.

Yeah, it's also his blood
near the footprints I found

on the landing
at Belvedere Castle.

He's five-foot 11,

he wears size 11 shoes,

and he can
certainly afford Felitti's.

Puts him in two places
at the same time.

Is he our killer or our witness?

- Somebody looks like they're in a hurry.
- Yep.

(Gunshot)

(People screaming)

Everybody get down!

Drop that gun now!

Hey, drop it!

Drop that gun!

That was for Ashley,
you son of a bitch!

Put your hands on
your head right now.

Don't move.
Don't move.

- Get this hand up here.
- I need an ambulance

at the Coronation Group Plaza,

122 Broad.

Shooting, a man down.

Ambulance is on its way.

So the princess
and the prince get killed?

No, he wasn't killed.

He just was in no shape to talk,
which left us stumped.

What about the text the Bello
guy got from the princess?

Ah, and that's exactly what
the boss cop asked me to find.

Whoa, whoa, whoa.

What happened to the spaceship?

(Laughs)
Another great question.

Any luck?

Still waiting on a cell tower

to pick up a signal
from Ashley Braden's phone.

But that is not the reason
why I called you up here, Sid.

What does that
look like to you?

Uh...

Maybe the molecular structure

of threonine?

No, think bigger.

Bigger. Um,

- flights out of O'Hare.
- Bigger.

Okay, then,
how about a star map?

Yes, thank you. I knew
you'd get it. Yeah.

These lines right are radiating
from Alpha Centauri,

the closet star to earth,

the closest source of
extraterrestrial life,

and the most likely source

of this.

Uh, may I?

Easy.

Okay.

I found it in turtle pond, Sid.

Do you know what this could do?

Uh, protect a tabletop
from a wet drink.

Launch an industry, okay?

Graphic novels, tv series,
movie, theme parks, restaurants.

I already got a name for it.

Area 52.

The A and the R are capitalized,
because...

Oh, Adam Ross.

- What up?
- Yes, very clever.

And ambitious.

Exactly, but since this is
a ground floor startup,

I'm willing
to give you, Sid, 49%

for only $284,000, yeah.

Dollars?

Uh, well, that sounds
like a bargain.

You know, you'd be part
of all major decisions.

I'd love to hear your
business advice,

but of course,
at the end of the day,

someone has to have
the final say.

I understand.

In fact,
I already have some advice.

Great, shoot.
What?

Don't pitch this to anyone
who can fire you.

(Clears throat)

Whatever.

Jo!

This guy's pulling
into every dead end

and alley in the city.
What's up with that?

He's stopped again,

just around the corner.
I'm gonna get out here.

Okay, well, um,

you know, I'll park and, uh,

I will, I'll catch up.

Jo?

That's it?

That's it.

Our killer must've used
Ashley's phone,

and then dumped it.

You find any spaceships?

That's very funny, Jo.
That's real funny.

Hey, you want any coffee?

I just found a place
down the block.

Oh, I got it!

Wow.

(Grunts) Oh, yeah.

(Exhales)

The cell phone was...
Always sending a signal.

It just was in a dumpster
underground.

Till trash day, and
the truck picked it up.

Look, if we cross-reference
the truck route,

maybe it'll lead us to an
address where the suspect is.

Good idea.

Garbage truck routes
run along Fifth Avenue.

I parked right here.

What?

No!

No, oh, no!

This isn't happening!

Jo, somebody stole the car.
Somebody stole the avalanche.

Mac is gonna kill me!

Oh, Adam, you're brilliant.
We got a name.

"Dibello."

Taxi!

That's great.
I can handle this.

Yeah, you go.

I'll handle this...
And my funeral arrangements.

Oh, my God.

(Siren chirps)

(Indistinct radio transmission)

You need to leave my son alone.

He's done nothing,
and you know it.

You're right.
But we're not here for him.

What? This is ridiculous.
Why would you think

I had anything to do
with Ashley's death?

Recognize this?

You used it two send a text

to your son,
throw everyone off the trail.

That's it?

We also have an eyewitness.

Matthew is not going
to help you.

You killed your
son's girlfriend.

I'd say all bets
are pretty much off.

I didn't kill anyone,
and he knows that.

He was there,
Mrs. Dibello,

when you put Ashley's body
in the boat

and pushed it into the pond.

He didn't see anything.

Danville: We found your footprints
and blood,

and the rain gave us
the exact time,

so we know you were there,

and we know you saw something.

It was dark.

You know, Matthew,

I have a son that's not much
younger than you are,

and I, oh, I treasure
his loyalty.

But more important than that,
I value his principles.

If he were
to encounter a wrong,

I trust that he would
come forward

and do the right thing

no matter who did it.

I'm sorry.
I can't help you.

And the more I learned
about Ashley,

the more impressed I am.

She had so much to overcome.

But no one does anything alone.

She needed a partner in life,

and she finally found
that in you.

Someone stable and supportive.

Someone she could
make a life with.

Someone she could count on.

That's what
your mother did to her.

And you may not be able
to bring Ashley back, Matthew,

but there is something
you can do for her.

She's still counting on you.

(Knocking)

Matthew would like
to talk to his mother.

How are you feeling?

What do you mean?

How is your shoulder?

My shoulder will heal.

Matthew, you've been shot.

Honey, you're grieving.

Why am I grieving, mom?

Matthew...

Why am I grieving?!

Because you lost a friend,

- who will be missed...
- You hated her guts!

She didn't like high heels,

she-she wasn't catholic,
she didn't come from money.

She was a drug addict
and so was her boyfriend.

I was her boyfriend.

She was wrong for you, Matthew.
She didn't belong.

So you killed her?

She was a virus!

She was being introduced
to people

worth tens of millions
of dollars,

and she is saying
"lovely to twalk to you."

I thought if you saw her
all dressed up

you might give her a chance.

She hated putting on a show,

but she did it for you,
to impress you.

Ashley, wait!

We have to talk about this!

No, we don't.

So that's when you went
after her.

I figured this was my chance.

To kill her?

To bribe her.

Take this.

I never wanted her dead.

It's $50,000.

I just wanted her gone.

What do you think I am?

(Grunts)

Taylor:
You took her bracelet?

My bracelet, given to me
by my grandmother.

(Voice breaks): I had no idea
Matthew was watching.

I didn't put it together
until the police told me

that Ashley was dead.

Didn't realize
I'd seen her murder.

The D.A. will have
more questions.

And your mother...

I don't care about her.

Am I free to go?

Yes, you are.

Whoa, that prince's old lady
is cold.

Is she gonna fry?

No, they don't fry people
in New York,

but she is gonna go away
for a very, very long time.

Ooh, there's mama.

(Mouthing)

Wait. What about the end
of the spaceship story?

Well, that's all I got
for right now.

I tell you what?

This story is just beginning.

Cool.

All right.

Come on.

- Bye.
- Bye.

That dude, he's gonna be
richer than Carmelo.

Bye.

Heading home, detective?

No, no, I gotta
get back to the...

The, uh...

The lab?

(Chuckles) The lab, yeah.

It's been a long day.

There you go.
Thank you.

(Keys beeping, line ringing)

(Beeps)

Christine, uh, it's... it's me.

We need to talk. I'm, uh...

There is something wrong.

To send your message, press one.

To delete your message,
press two.

(Phone rings)

When are you gonna tell him?

They found the avalanche.

Oh, great. Where?

Impound.

You parked in the red zone.

Next time, put the placard
in the window.

And when did you find this out?

I've had a lot on
my plate today.

Well, you know, so did I.

It's a lot more important
than sitting here.

Well, maybe this will help:
Mikhail Gorbachev.

Mikha...

Gorbachev.
What?

(Indistinct sounds
playing from computer)

Phobos one?

Not from Alpha centauri?

Kazakhstan.

Martian probe launched
by the Russians

in 1988.
They lost track of it, but...

Looks like one piece of it

found its way back home.

Yeah. Animal sounds, car horns,
the word "earth"

recorded in 37 different
languages, 1988's top ten hits.

This was Russia's
interplanetary greeting card.

They had some good stuff
in '88.

"Red, red wine,"

"Kokomo""
"Don't worry, be happy""

do you remember that?

Yes, I do.

♪ Here is a little song
I wrote ♪

♪ you might want to sing it
note for note ♪

♪ don't worry, be happy. ♪

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