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You can leave now.

That's unbelievable.

Pick up. Pick up.

Oh, my God!

On the Empire State, yeah.

Oh, wow!

That's right...

Grab your case, Hawkes. We're walking.

My third crime scene already this morning.

I haven't moved at this pace since I did my residency.

Is this normal?

Sounds like someone's missing the ME's office.

Maybe a little bit.

You know, air-conditioned environment,

jazz on the radio.

You were the boss. Now you're the rookie.

Yeah, but don't worry. I can hang.

Just tell me one thing.

How long exactly does rookie status last?

Okay. Yeah...

Oh, wow.

- Excuse me. - Hawkes!

Hope you like puzzles.

Our climber's brain.

Yep. Uh, patrol's searching for more pieces.

And the body?

Landed on the sixth-floor terrace.

Fell from high enough to reach terminal velocity.

The impact of the fall knocked his brain right out of his skull.

This is a portion of the occipital lobe,

the inferior temporal sulcus.

I'd say at least 50% of his brain is still out there.

Well, I've recovered a shoe

that contains about 10%.

ESU is currently scraping

a Jell-O-like substance

from the sewer grate. My guess is,

they're wasting their time.

It's about 98 degrees,

out here; the pavement is very hot.

Any remaining pieces are more than likely fried.

I knew this would be a no-brainer for you.

She didn't just say that.

She did. She did.

Hawkes, you start processing

the scene down here.

We'll start with the body.

I'm on it.

Okay, that's dispatch.

I don't know whether it's the heat or humidity or what,

but this city's crazy today.

We got this one. Go ahead.

All right, I'm on to the next.

See you.

On to the sixth floor?

Right behind you.

Head hits here...

brain pops out, falls to the ground.

You ID the vic?

His name's Paul Gizner.

Climbed the Sears Tower in Chicago,

and a year ago, the Chrysler Building here in New York.

Now, I spoke to a guy named Craig Landeck.

He's a buddy of Paul's

who videotapes his climbs from the ground.

He says Paul's too careful and too good to just fall.

Anything on that videotape that can tell us what happened?

Scanned through it quickly. Nothing stuck out.

But I sent it over to the lab.

A cell phone.

Yeah.

Landeck told me that when Gizner reaches the top,

he calls his daughter to let her know he made it.

He wasn't at the top.

He wasn't even close.

Resin powder.

Used to absorb sweat and add friction.

A fresh abrasion on his cheekbone.

No bruises or scratches on his hands.

Nothing under his fingernails

that says he was struggling to hold on.

If he knew he was gonna fall, he didn't try to save himself.

So maybe he just let go.

Possible suicide?

Tried to make a call... in the middle of a climb?

911.

Something happened up there.

♪ Out here in the fields ♪

♪ I fought for my meals ♪

♪ I get my back into my living ♪

♪ I don't need to fight ♪

♪ To prove I'm right ♪

♪ I don't need to be forgiven, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah ♪

♪ Yeah. ♪

♪ ♪

Hold it.

All right.

No chalk at all above the 34th floor.

This is where he stopped.

Hawkes, meet me on the 34th floor.

Okay, Mac.

Done down here.

Paul Gizner was pounding on this window.

Maybe he wanted to quit the climb.

These windows open.

If someone was in here,

they could have easily let him in.

I don't think he wanted to come in.

What makes you say that?

Traces of high-velocity blood spatter on this chair.

What a way for a guy to go, huh?

All dressed up in a fancy bra.

What's that called, Aiden, when a guy, uh...

is more comfortable wearing women's undergarments?

It's like a syndrome or something.

Danny, do you mind?

Can we just process the scene, please?

All right, snapper.

Just trying to have a little

educated conversation, all right?

Got traces of mud here.

And it's not from this guy's shoe.

Hey, guys, what do we got?

A dead guy...

in a rhinestone bra.

Stunning.

Thinking a 36B.

Just a guess, though.

He's got blood around his mouth,

but no apparent trauma to the jaw.

There's no signs of strangulation, stab

or gunshot wounds.

No petechial hemorrhaging. Minimal trace

under the fingernails,

and I didn't see any bruising on the arms or wrists.

You know, it's as if this guy

didn't even struggle with his attacker.

The guy definitely looks like he was mugged.

His pockets are turned out, and there's no wallet or cash.

So, what, he just, uh... sat there and took it,

and then he dies?

Well, maybe he was dead, and then he was robbed.

We have positive ID on him?

Sketchy at best: he was new to the building,

and he lives right here.

Name on the buzzer was what?

Price. Price.

What'd you say? Price.

Sure those are rhinestones?

Why, you thinking they're real diamonds?

I don't know. Let's check it out.

Consistent with pure carbon.

That little brassiere is worth

over eight million dollars, and this is

the guy who designed it.

Whitman Price.

Whitman Price Diamonds. Guy's all over the paper.

Just designed the Dazzle Lingerie diamond bra.

Why would somebody rob the guy

and not take an $8 million bra?

I've been modeling for this lingerie company

for three years now.

We always shoot the holiday line in September.

I shot the diamond bra photos yesterday,

and, well, what happens before or after I wear it,

I couldn't tell you.

I understand the bra is watched every minute of every day.

The bra security is handled by Mr. Price's diamond company.

Yesterday, did you notice anything strange

about Mr. Price?

Yeah. He left the photo shoot alone.

In the three weeks that I've worked with him

at fittings and design meetings,

he always traveled with security.

What about you? Do you have your own security?

The lingerie company provides me with a bodyguard.

He's the only consistent person in my life.

Where I go, he goes.

See, I'm a commodity.

They need to protect their investment.

I make $10,000 a day just by getting out of bed.

So much for privacy.

Yeah.

I can't complain.

Yesterday morning, I was modeling furs in Central Park,

and the day before that, I was in Paris.

Well, that's fantastic, really.

But do you know anyone who would want

to kill Mr. Price for a diamond?

I don't know anyone who wouldn't.

I should get back.

I... yeah.

I can see you're busy with Mr. Price.

I'll come back.

Uh-uh-uh. Get back here.

Not getting off that easy.

Something I want to show you.

We ran your vic

through the CT scanner.

It's great stuff.

Wait till you see what I found.

Now, there's no evidence

of blunt-force trauma to the head.

Everything seems perfectly fine

until we move into the chest cavity area.

There. See it?

Yeah. What is it?

Look closely. You'll notice that

on either side is the esophageal wall.

So, he swallowed something and choked to death?

He swallowed something,

then soon after, received a blow to the chest,

causing internal bleeding.

But the ribcage acts as protection.

Yes, but similar to a bumper of a car,

there's still a slight collapse from the impact.

Now, whatever this is,

it sliced through the wall of the esophagus,

and the right ventricle of the heart,

he was dead within minutes.

And since Price died so quickly, there was no bruising.

Yes, but there is bruising on the underlying tissue

on the lower dermal layer of the skin.

And the guy who punched him

left an imprint.

So, we can use subdermal photography, find our guy,

and match the bruise to his fist.

Mm-hmm.

I think it's safe to say

that it's not a piece of bread.

Question is: What is it?

Oh, you're asking me to stay?

Bingo.

Diamond in the rough.

Hawkes?

There's this

little mosquito just taking it easy

standing on the table.

It's humid out there, and the mosquito population

is at its peak.

They feed in early evening and early morning.

But mosquitoes don't usually fly this high.

Probably transported here

this morning.

We start seeing mosquitoes on the 34th floor,

you know it's gonna be a long, hot week.

Gunshot residue.

Escaped from the cylinder of a revolver.

Our climber

may have witnessed the shooting.

That explains the call

to 911.

But where's the victim?

No trail of blood on the floor, hmm?

This is a recently buffed floor.

There's a scuff mark.

And there's another one.

They lead to the door.

Lee Dillard, a senior partner of this firm.

That look like a mosquito bite to you?

Oh, yeah.

It's plump and fat, filled with blood.

Mosquitoes don't bite the dead.

Which means it was in this room when our victim was alive.

May have bitten the shooter.

This little mosquito

is our only witness.

We'll take care of it.

Uh, excuse me.

I-I understand a young man

fell from the building this morning.

I'm just a little confused

on exactly how my law firm is involved.

We won't be too much longer, Mister...

Eli Bishop.

Bishop and Dillard.

I'm a senior partner, and, uh,

I'd love an answer to my question.

Well, your partner, Lee Dillard, was murdered

in your conference room,

so you'll be able to continue the work

as usual in about an hour.

That-that can't be true. What?!

Lee?

We were partners for seven years.

When was the last time you saw him?

Y-Yesterday. Afternoon.

What time did you get to work this morning?

Uh, a little after 7:00, I think.

And you didn't see Lee Dillard?

The, uh...

Uh, the law firm

occupies two floors. My...

My office is downstairs.

How did you hurt your hand,

sir?

A sailing accident.

Uh,

I'm sorry, I have to, uh,

make some phone calls and, uh, talk to my staff.

All right.

You just told him his partner was murdered,

and he didn't even ask what happened.

Overwhelmed by the news, I guess.

Or maybe he already knows the answer.

Hey.

You need some help?

No, thanks. I got it.

This is the last box I have to unpack,

and then I'm officially moved in.

So, I hear you've been catching mosquitoes.

The only witness to our crime.

She bit the vic,

but there's also a chance she bit our shooter.

A mosquito feeds until she's full.

She?

Only the female of the species bites.

Good for her.

Did you know that Hawkes is a walking encyclopedia

of tidbit information?

That's good.

We can go to him instead of Google.

So, have you started torturing him yet?

No. It's testing, Stella.

Just testing.

All the rookies get the same treatment.

So, where is he?

Right now, he's performing a little mosquitotopsy.

How you doing?

Yeah, Zack, see if you can get a hit from this.

Yep.

Now let's fill in the print and let AFIS work its magic.

Hello, guys.

Here's our diamond.

Hey.

Wow!

I've been processing dirt all day,

and you've been shopping at Tiffany's.

This is what our thief was looking for.

And the most expensive piece of evidence

I've ever pulled out of somebody's guts.

50-carat teardrop diamond.

$6.2 million of the $8 million price tag of that bra.

Well, where'd you get it?

Whitman Price's throat.

You're looking at cause of death.

He swallowed it to keep the thief from stealing it.

So, if the thief didn't get what he's looking for,

why not just take the bra?

Exhibit A...

These diamonds are laser-inscribed,

so you can't fence them, you get pinched.

Can't cut them 'cause they're too small.

But this, you can cut and sell.

Excuse me.

Hello?

So, why was the, uh, vic wearing a bra?

It's one of the unanswered questions.

I'll be right there.

All right.

Stell, I got to go.

Okay.

Hey, Zack, can you take care

of those bacterial colonies for me?

And I'll call you later. Yeah,

bacteria's really not

exactly my area of expertise.

Okay, we got a hit.

Nice.

Fred Becker.

He's a paroled jewel thief.

Now, works as a security expert in the diamond district.

You and me, Stell?

Yeah, absolutely. Come on.

Is that supposed to happen?

No. No.

You're Mr. Dillard's assistant.

Where were you this morning, Adam?

Outside this building.

I was at the doors at Fifth Avenue when I saw that guy fall.

So, you didn't see your boss this morning at all?

No.

Is this pen yours?

I don't know. Maybe.

It's from the Dandridge Hotel.

Lee Dillard never stayed there,

but, according to their records, you had.

Yeah, I've stayed at that hotel lots of times.

When I have to work late and be up early.

Lots of people at the firm do it.

We found this pen on the floor of the conference room.

After the cleaning crew had finished for the night.

You're sure

you didn't see your boss this morning?

Yes, I'm sure.

You should be talking to Mr. Bishop.

His name is first on the letterhead,

and he makes sure everyone knows it.

He was planning to split the partnership.

Everyone knew that except for...

Mr. Dillard.

So, he has motive,

but you didn't answer my question.

Is this pen yours?

The pen. The pen. The pen is mine.

Mr. Dillard takes things from my desk all the time.

He must have taken it, and brought it

into the conference room, simple as that.

I understand he was very demanding.

And demeaning,

but that's no reason to kill him.

When was the last time you saw him?

Yesterday.

I told Mr. Price to wear the bra.

It's the best way to conceal it.

No briefcase or bags.

So, you work security

for Whitman's diamond company?

Yeah, yeah, on and off.

A lot more lately since he designed that bra

for the, uh, Dazzle Lingerie Company.

Diamonds are a multimillion- dollar business.

Look around you.

They got armored trucks,

bulletproof cases,

bodyguards, off-duty cops.

Crooks are always looking for new ways

and quick opportunities, believe me.

And who better to guess their next move

than an ex-jewelry thief?

You're kind of like

the wolf guarding the henhouse, Fred.

Might get tempted.

I liked Whitman Price.

I didn't steal nothing from him.

Night that he was killed, I, uh, messed up a little bit.

We were,

uh,

on a promotional shoot for the bra.

So, I got distracted.

When you're around all those beautiful women,

it's, uh... a little hard

to resist, so, yeah, I kind of felt

like the wolf.

Anybody else handle the bra besides you and Whitman?

Yeah, yeah, one other person.

The model that the bra was made for.

Nicole Jordan.

This is a really great story, Fred,

but I-I'm... I'm having some trouble with it.

Why's that?

You got that diamond, Danny?

Here you go. It's, uh,

the diamond that Whitman Price swallowed.

Take a look at that.

See that glow?

Means it's a synthetic.

It's fake.

Why would he go to the trouble

of swallowing

a synthetic diamond, huh?

Hey.

Hawkes, how's it going?

Well, the job's great.

Mac is...

I feel like he's always looking over my shoulder.

He is.

Just don't look back.

And know the answers to his questions before he asks them,

which means you're gonna also have to know his questions.

In about a week and a half,

what you just said is gonna make sense to me, right?

Hmm. You know, if you keep playing defense,

you're never gonna get the ball.

Have fun.

He found me, and...

and he raped me again.

It was the same guy, Aiden, I know it.

D.J. Pratt?

But you said you didn't see his face.

He smelled the same.

Like... paint thinner.

I'm gonna need the clothes you were wearing that night

and to take a sexual assault kit.

Regina,

I was with you every step of the way the first time,

and I'm gonna be with you again.

Is this your husband, Mrs. Dillard?

Thanks, Evan.

Mrs. Dillard, what time

did your husband leave for work

this morning?

I don't know.

I'm staying at my sister's

right now.

Lee and I are...

were having a rough time.

How rough?

I didn't kill him.

Where were you this morning?

I was jogging in the park.

Did you run into anyone

who could say you were there?

I jog alone,

off the main path.

Did you love your husband?

Nobody loved Lee.

Except his first wife, Connie.

The only person that hated him enough to kill him

was Eli Bishop.

When was the last time you saw Mr. Dillard?

Two weeks ago.

Okay.

Thank you very much.

This way.

Take care.

Oh, come on.

Three suspects.

All three are lying.

I'm gonna put my money on Eli Bishop.

Good, good.

So, we, uh, have all the evidence we need

for the DA to get a conviction.

That's what you're saying?

Bishop claims he wasn't in that conference room this morning.

No. What he said was that he hadn't seen his partner.

And he has an alibi:

his secretary.

She said she was with him all morning.

But Bishop's palm print, wart and all,

was on that conference room table after the cleaning crew

had been there.

You're making a scientific leap here, Hawkes.

We haven't forensically connected that print

to Bishop's hand.

I thought these machines were new.

All right, the assistant,

Adam Sorenson... that's our guy.

He doesn't deny that the pen in the conference room was his.

Hawkes, you have to admit his explanation

does make sense.

His boss could have easily been a pen thief.

Then we missed something

because Brenda Dillard didn't do it.

You sure about that?

Oh, yeah. Because the print on the pregnancy test wand

matches the print

on the glass of water used by Brenda Dillard.

Which means she lied

about the last time she saw her husband.

Two weeks ago.

She was in that office

some time after the cleaning crew left

and before the climber fell.

But she said she was jogging in Central Park this morning.

And you believe her story?

She's lying, which could explain

why we found her pregnancy test in the trash.

I suspect she was there

to tell her husband she was pregnant.

She brought the test for proof.

But lying doesn't make you guilty of murder.

And neither does being pregnant.

Yeah. Well, the fact remains,

Brenda Dillard is still a suspect.

Until now.

I've been doing my homework.

Withholding information.

You've been chatting with Stella.

These are the DNA results from our mosquito.

There were traces of blood from our vic and someone else

extracted from the mosquito's abdomen.

That someone else has male DNA.

Hmm. Takes the heat off Brenda Dillard.

Means we'll need to get a reference sample to determine

if the DNA belongs to the assistant, Adam Sorenson,

or the partner, Eli Bishop.

My guess is that

those guys aren't gonna give up a damn thing.

We lifted that palm print,

and if it's Eli Bishop's, it contains his epithelials.

And those epithelials

have DNA.

If it's a match to the blood from the mosquito,

Bishop could be our guy.

If not, by process of elimination...

Still doesn't point to the assistant.

Adam, as the shooter, we need something else.

I'm gonna go back to the mosquito.

No fibers, no hairs.

There's nothing here.

Aiden.

Hey, Mac.

I was just coming to talk to you.

I was hoping I could be reassigned to that...

Already done.

Make sure we get him this time.

Okay.

Aiden's soil microbes are done incubating.

So, based on the bacterial colonies

in this petri dish, we can conclude

that the soil around Whitman Price's body

is consistent with the soil found in Central Park.

Nicole Jordan said

she was in Central Park.

I don't buy that. She's too skinny.

What?

To throw a punch hard enough

to kill Whitman Price.

Where I go, he goes.

"Where I go, he goes."

All right, that's good in the snow.

Okay.

It's hot a little bit, huh?

What the hell are you wearing a jacket for?

Ah, my mother still dresses me.

Look at this.

Christmas in the summertime.

Here he is.

I got him!

I got him!

Hey, NYPD!

CSI,

I need backup

at 581 Myrtle Street.

I got you, big guy.

Don't move!

Looks like, uh, you hurt your hand roughing somebody up.

You're talking nonsense.

You know what? Do me a favor. Shut up.

I'm too tired to listen to you play stupid. Shut up.

Got him? Yup.

D.J. Pratt?

Yeah.

Detective Burn. Crime Scene Investigator.

I know who you are.

Where were you three nights ago?

I think I was eating a nice steak

at some corner joint in the Bronx where nobody knew me.

Don't really remember the name of the place.

He smelled like paint thinner.

You know, you can make this a lot easier.

And what?! Just turn around...

Cooperate?

I don't appreciate you coming down here.

Just exactly what crime did I commit?

Oh, you know what you did,

and I know you did it.

This is a photo

of the guard's fist.

And that's a photo

of the subdermal bruising on Whitman Price's chest.

It's a match.

Whitman!

Tell me, where is it?

You'll take it over my dead body.

We've got Whitman's killer.

Now, where's the real diamond?

Stella? Yeah.

Got a minute?

Sure.

How do you tell someone

who was raped for a second time by the same guy

that he's gonna go free again?

Nothing, huh? We did everything right

18 months ago, and this guy was acquitted

because she wouldn't testify.

Now Regina Moore is asking for a miracle

based on paint thinner and... gut instinct.

Did he do it?

Without a doubt.

Then we keep trying.

We're scientists, Aiden.

We want to come to the rescue, but we can't.

It's not our job.

We analyze evidence

and determine whether somebody's guilty or not.

I just want this to end for her.

I... I just feel so powerless.

We all have that one case that haunts us and strings us along.

Trust me, when you solve it,

no matter how long it takes, it's so worth it.

Yeah.

It will work out, Aiden.

It is so worth it.

It's there.

Uh... you're gonna be okay, all right?

Yeah. Okay.

♪ ♪

Forget where you hid it?

What?

Very clever, Nicole,

very, very clever.

I beg your pardon.

You stole the diamond.

I didn't

steal anything. You must have been so nervous,

wondering if you'd get away with it.

There it was, right there.

You couldn't resist it. You had to try.

You made the switch in the one place

you knew you'd be alone: your dressing room.

What I couldn't figure out is how no one else knew,

not even the bra's designer.

Your plan was as flawless as the diamond itself.

Until your bodyguard killed Whitman Price

for a diamond they both thought was real.

You ever seen one of these?

Really fascinating how it works.

See, basically, you can detect if there's

blood, semen...

Saliva.

And, in this case...

the real diamond.

It doesn't glow.

I'll hold it.

It was beautiful.

And you hid it in plain sight.

So you left the diamond

on the tree.

That way it wasn't in your possession, just in case

we got suspicious,

and you could take it down any time.

Maybe your plan was to take it tonight?

You have no proof of any of this.

I will when I dust that diamond.

And they say models are all body and no brains.

And this is a perfect example of how wrong they are.

Okay, come here.

Ah, easy, come on, come on, come on.

Our mosquito couldn't fly

because she was weighed down.

She bit the shooter as he was firing the weapon.

GSR coated her wings.

Exactly.

The unknown blood

in our mosquito was from our shooter.

And it's not Eli Bishop.

That leaves Adam Sorenson.

He wasn't just nervous.

Possible mosquito bite.

I'm liking Adam more and more.

What is it, Mac?

I want to move on this, but I'm stuck on one thing.

Motive.

This is a video Flack recovered

from Paul Gizner's friend.

He stopped,

but you can't tell what he's doing.

There's something there.

See it there?

The muzzle flash of the gun.

The blinds were open.

When I rode up on the platform,

there were hundreds of people watching me

from all these buildings.

Why would you shoot someone in a high-rise building

and leave the blinds open?

So someone else could watch.

This room is

the perfect view to the murder.

I'm, uh,

here for my ex-husband's funeral.

Nothing more.

I just arrived this morning.

No.

You came here two days ago... to watch him

kill your ex-husband.

And he's here right now to close the deal.

Am I right?

It's not too much to ask.

In fact, it's the least I could do,

after my husband traded me for a younger woman

and stiffed me in the divorce.

You signed a prenuptial agreement.

Doesn't change the fact that everything he was,

he would never be without me.

You know the part that really pisses me off?

The new Mrs. Dillard,

she got all the fringe benefits...

My husband and my money.

And then you came to the rescue.

You noticed he hadn't taken his first wife Connie

off his lucrative

life insurance policy, and you figured

you'd take advantage of her anger, cash in, get a cut.

I don't know what you're talking about.

What's in the bag, sir?

Gym clothes.

Your cut.

This room is in your name.

Lee Dillard...

treated me like I was his slave.

I was happy to do it.

And you might have gotten away with it,

but what you both didn't count on...

was the climber.

It's unbelievable.

Your plan to get the body out of the building: impossible.

Too many cops, all on the scene for the climber.

And you...

and you were afraid

that the climber just might be a witness,

so you picked up

the phone... and you called Adam.

Pick up. Pick up.

Come on. Answer your phone.

We subpoenaed your hotel phone records.

The call you made from that phone to Adam's cell

made all the difference.

That...

and a mosquito.

Hello.

Regina Moore?

This case evidence is 18 months old.

It's gonna take me a minute.

Take your time.

It was him.

I know it was him.

There's nothing here.

Make sure we get him this time.

It was the same guy, Aiden.

I know it. He smelled the same.

We want to come to the rescue, but we can't. It's not our job.

Make sure we get him this time.

Just exactly what crime did I commit?