All language subtitles for CSI NY S02E03 Zoog York

Stop!

Come on! Faster!

Damn!
5-0's calling for backup!

I need backup, north exit!

Split up!

Did you hear that?

Get over there!

Hey!
Sneezing on my crime scene.

Sorry, Mac. Allergies.

Cats. Hate 'em.

So what do we know?
Not much.

The tigers were released
into the habitat at 9:00.

Keeper suspects
our vic climbed up,

leaned over to get
a closer look at
the Siberians,

falls... Suma has
an early breakfast.

Any witnesses?
Patrol's asking around.

I.D. on the vic?
Not yet.

I'll check with
the first officer on the scene.

Fewer leftovers
than you'd expect.

We got a leg here...

that's an ear and two fingers...

I think that's part
of his thigh behind me.

A messy eater.
Tiger can consume

up to 90 pounds in one sitting.

Means the rest of this guy's
in its stomach.

Hey, Mac.

This, uh, looks
like packing tape.

Starting to make sense.

The vic bled out here,
but there's no spatter

associated with a mauling.

This wasn't a Kodak
moment gone bad.

♪ Out here in the fields ♪

♪ I fight 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. ♪

Detective Taylor?

Yeah.

Lindsay Monroe.

My new investigator
from Bozeman.
Your office said

you wanted me to come down
as soon as I arrived.

Glove up.
Now?

You here to watch or work?

You want me to start processing?

No, Danny's got that covered.

That'd be me... Danny Messer.

How you doin'?
Hi.

I'll need you to hold
the tiger's jaws,

so I can get
the dental impression.

Just a take a deep breath,

and don't let him know
you're afraid,

'cause he can sense
when you're nervous.

The tiger's tranquilized.

I think I can handle it.

Talking about Mac.

And make sure
you call him "sir."

You know, petting a cat
has been scientifically
proven to lower

your blood pressure?
Maybe the vic

heard the same thing.

Tiger stripes
are like fingerprints...

No two tigers have
the same pattern of stripes.

Females range
eight to nine feet long.

Sorry, sir, I recite
meaningless trivia
when I'm nervous.

This is a male.

Right.

Should've checked first, sir.

And don't call me "sir."

Runaway bride?

If she is, she didn't
get very far.

Yeah.

Let's get to it.
All right.

Found her shoes.

Ah. Nice pumps.

Yeah...

"Pierre Gascone."

Big bucks.

Why leave them over there?
She took 'em off.

It's all about pain, Hawkes.

How much you're willing to
endure, in order to look good.

She's young, traces of vomit...

I'm thinking alcohol poisoning.

If she was
completely blitzed,
she probably didn't

even realize she dropped them.

Yeah, well, if that's the case,

she wasn't drinking solo.

Pulled a set of partials
off the controls,

and there's no way
that this girl

broke that lock by herself.

Jogger found her this morning.
What happened last night?

This didn't come from her dress.

Huh. We'll find out
who it belongs to and...

maybe we find
her drinking buddy.

And maybe we find her murderer.

Do you have a cause of death?

Nope. But I can tell you
it wasn't alcohol poisoning.

Your debutante's BAC was zero.

Debutante?

I didn't find any lines
on her fingers to indicate

she was wearing engagement
or wedding rings.

Plus... age, the dress, time
of year equals debutante season.

Don't tell me...

You were an escort?

I attended a debutante ball.

I was waiting tables.

Yeah. What about
stomach contents?

Practically empty, except for
a few undigested diet pills.

Also, acute cardiomegaly.

An enlarged heart.
Mm-hmm.

What causes high blood pressure
in an 18-year-old girl?

Uh, just about everything.

What else do you have?

Irritation on the upper lip.

And inflammation
on the side of the neck.

Okay.

Both fresh.
I sent samples to tox.

What about the abrasions
on her feet?

It's about what I expected

after running barefoot
in the park, but...

This is interesting:
take a look at her shoes.

Why drop bank on a pair
that's two sizes too small?

She may look like Cinderella,
but the shoe doesn't fit.

So what time did you
and your employees

arrive here at the zoo, Felix?

Uh, a little before 9:00.

We were unloading the roses,

and, uh, heard
a whole bunch of screaming.

Waited down here till the cops
said it was okay to finish.

So this is a regular thing
for you here?

Oh, yeah, we're here,
like, three times a week.

We do all the landscaping
for the zoo.

All right. Thanks.

If you remember anything, huh?

Yeah.

I've got blood trace.

Nice. And I've
got the curator

getting us a list
of all the people

who have access to the zoo
after hours,

like the vets, feeders,
security...

Not including the nut-jobs

who sneak up
from the river, though.

You need to have the curator

have his crew save anything
the tiger passes

and get it down to us.

Passes?
Passes.

I'm sure you've never seen

anything like that
up in Montana.

You ever seen what a full-grown

black bear can do to a man?

Human.
Must be our vic's.

He definitely sprung
a leak before he became

the main course.

This is how he got in.

How you makin' out, Mac?

Our vic was driven in.

The blood trail starts here.

The vic was transported
in a vehicle, probably red.

I found paint chips.

Hit the stanchion, right here.

Oh, so, somebody
tapes this guy up,

drives him to the zoo,
throws him in the tiger pit.

Sounds like a Mob hit.

And he ended up puzzle pieces.

Let's put him back together.

Okay. Fingers.

Tiger left us seven of 'em.

Yeah. You get an I.D.?

I printed them, but so
far, nothing from AFIS.

That's trace
under the fingernails.

I already sent a
sample over to DNA.

We should have the results
in a couple hours.

But, Mac, check this out:

On the top of the hand,
tiny puncture wounds.

Source?

Hoping you can tell me.

Giving me homework?

Just getting started.
You gotta see this.

A histological
examination of
the cardiac muscle.

Now, the holes
in this heart tissue
were caused by expansion

between the cells.

Consistent with freezing.

Mm-hmm. And...

I made casts of
the impressions you took.

Created a 3-D simulation
to recreate the attack

and account for all the bites.

Here's the damage
done from the tiger.

Now, everything fit,
except for one wound track.

Cause of death
was exsanguination.

Something severed

the subclavian artery,
but it wasn't your tiger.

Can I help?

No, thank you.

You helped enough
already this morning.

Okay.

Sorry.
All right.

After you.

♪ ♪

♪ ♪

No prints,

no foreign trace,

but it's faded and discolored.

Let me see that button.

Oh, definitely old school.

Maybe we can find
out who made it.

Oh, thanks.
No problem.

Oh, my feet
haven't touched the ground

since I clocked in.

Well, welcome to the crime lab.

In Montana they gave us
breathing breaks.

Let me give you a little tip.

Protein bars, comfortable shoes

and at least four hours
of sleep at night.

Well, that's not
gonna help me today.

Mac wants these now.

No, Mac wants them right,
that's all that matters.

I just don't want
to slow things down.

Hey, in the McGinty killings,

the Bozeman County attorney

got his prosecution
based on your work.

McGinty was convicted
because he was guilty.

I know... it was
your interpretation

of the blood spatter
that broke that case wide open.

That's what
put you on Mac's radar...

Your attention to detail.

Thanks.

I found blood and flesh and
some kind of a sawdust compound

on the vic's shoes,
sent it to DNA.

And AFIS is definitely a no-go.

So he's a John Doe for now.

Grab a bib.

I've heard about
these reconstructions.

I've never done one before.

No better way to start
your first day on the job.

The tiger was pretty good.

We're gonna attempt to duplicate
our mystery wound tract.

By elimination, we can narrow
our search for the weapon,

and on a good day,
determine what it is.

So we know our DOA
is five feet, ten inches,

so we hang our test subject
at the same height to recreate

the wound that killed him.
And we use a pig

because it's the closest thing
we have to a human specimen.

Right.

You're up.

Right here.

The wound tract was vertical.

The blow came from above.
Try again.

Try this one.

♪ Come on! ♪

♪ Come on! ♪

♪ Come on! ♪

Well, I'm done eating
bacon for life.

So, only the, uh, victim's DNA

was on the tape
around his wrists.

The shoes, however,
are a different story.

The flesh Montana found
wasn't human.

And, uh, the blood
wasn't, either.

Ochterlony came back
bovine, pig and lamb.

And I have

the murder weapon.

An exact replica
of the fatal wound.

See any pattern?

Sawdust, animal flesh,
a meat hook.

We might not know
the vic's name,

but we know where he's from.

Meat-packing district.

It's Bobby. Bobby Venetti.

And he owned this place?

Yeah. Inheritance.

Been in the family for years.

When was the last time
you saw him?

Quitting time yesterday, 4:00.

Mind if we have a look around?

Sure, go ahead.

♪ ♪

That's a lot of hamburger.

Back home, people keep this much
meat in their basement.

We do what we can.

Find something?

Human blood.

This could be our
primary crime scene.

This handprint has thawed.

It's zero degrees Fahrenheit
in here.

Everything's frozen solid.

Whatever was on the hand
that made this print

caused the meat to defrost.

We're gonna need a sample.

I'll do it.

Country girl.

We're gonna need to talk

to everyone who worked
here yesterday.

This is everyone,
except for Ryan Knight.

Where's he?

We all thought he got fired.

He and Bobby were
getting into it all week.

What do you mean?
Knight's punch card
said he signed in

at 3:00 a.m., so he must have
been in, but nobody's seen him.

Hey, junk food for lunch?

Hmm. Food for thought.

Just came from Trace.

That mysterious orange stain
turned out to be

sulfaphenazole naphthol
sulfonic acid.

Cheddar cheese dust.

Ah, that's an easy transfer.

How 'bout the button, did
you get anything on that?

Drew a blank with
the manufacturer.

They haven't manufactured

that type of covered button
in at least 25 years.

Hey, guys, Missing Persons
just ID'd your debutante.

Okay.
Oh.

That's good.
Want one?

When you're ready,
Ms. Freemont.

My ex-husband and I

were told that we could never
have children of our own.

Briana was adopted?

Yes.

Then our prayers were
answered, and I got pregnant

with my other daughter, Missy.

I was up calling
the police all night, and...

Well, Missy finally
called this morning,

but Briana never...

It's okay.
Come with me.

I promise you, I'm gonna
find whoever did this.

Something I can help you with?

Nah, we're good.

Mind if I, uh, have
a look at your truck?

Knock yourself out.

Is there a problem, Officer?

Detective. Mac Taylor.

Angelo Venetti.

This is my son, Angelo Jr.

You related to Bobby Venetti?

He's my nephew.

You know any reason

why someone would want
to kill him?

I'll let you know
when I find out who did it.

Don't even think about it.

What did they want?

For us to know
the clock is ticking.

Jessica, what's going on?

I brought Missy over
as soon as I found her.

Oh, Tanya, thank you.

This is an old friend of mine.

I called her as soon as
the girls went missing.

Where were you all night?

You were supposed
to stay at the Dandridge

and then come straight home.

Mom, I told you on the phone.

I was with a friend.

Look, I came here right away.

I didn't even change.

I'm sorry.

Where's Briana?

Mom?

Your sister,

she's gone.
What?

Missy, I'm Detective Bonasera.

We're trying to find out
what happened to your sister.

You two were together
last night, correct?

No, not very long.

When was the last time
you saw her?

I don't know, it was late.

I didn't see her
after the group photo.

Mom, we should go.

If there's any way I can help...

Of course.

Missy.

I have one more question.

So you didn't like your sister?

Briana was my adopted sister.
And no.

I was never good enough,

you know, despite the fact that
I was the biological daughter.

Briana was perfect.

Life was easy for her.

Do you know that feeling?

When your own mother likes
somebody more than you?

Sounds like jealousy.

Envy.

Boy, that debutante ball
was going to be

a coming out for you
in more ways than one, huh?

Couldn't wait to come out
of your sister's shadow.

So you had to hurt her.

You started
by taking in her dress.

$12.00 for a bag
of cheese curls?

Must be nice
to have a trust fund.

Just in case taking in
the dress wasn't enough,

you traded shoes with her,

so she'd feel like
she was getting fat.

It worked. Briana
didn't have anything
to eat yesterday,

except for a handful
of diet pills.

Sorry.

You're right.

Okay, I did those things,
but for fun, for me.

I didn't kill her.

Really? Where were you
last night?

The Dandridge Hotel.

All night?
Yes.

You weren't
in your room.
No.

I was with a boy.
Sam Wilson.

I never left the hotel room.

Hey.
Hey.

Our vic has one spiteful sister.

True Wicked Witch of the West.

Anything we can nail her on?

Tailoring with intent
and cheese curl fingers.

Hey, you two?

Step into my laboratory.

So, tox came back
on Briana Freemont.

Irritation of her lip was
caused by a synthetic version

of glycoprotein gilatoxin

and phospholipase A2.

A collagen substitute.

It hasn't been approved for use.

Why is a beautiful girl like her
going Angelina on her lips?

This isn't what killed her.

No, she died from... drum roll,
please...

spider venom.
Huh.

But there was no
bite mark on her body.

Yeah, inflammation on her neck.
I checked with Dr. Zao.

Puncture wound.

A sample came back
from the injection site

as Brazilian
wandering spider venom.

Hey, Mac, confirmed
that address with DMV.

Got a description on Ryan
Knight... male, white, 5'6".

160 pounds. 28 years old.
Dark hair, brown eyes.

Oh, you still haven't
found a place yet?

Still looking.

You look in Brooklyn, Queens?

This girl's heart's
set on Manhattan.

Till then, it's
Uncle Freddie's
couch in Tarrytown.

Excuse me?

Are you Ryan Knight?

Nah. I don't know who that...

What do they feed you
up there in Montana?

Let me get this straight.

You've been cashing paychecks

for two years,
and you finally decide

to deposit money this morning?

You expect me to believe that?

It's a free country.

According to your
punch card, you were
in at 3:00 a.m.

and gone before the other
employees got there.

You see how that looks?

You think I'm that stupid...
I punch in, then kill a guy?

Maybe it wasn't in
your plan to kill him.

Things just got out of hand,
another argument.

All right, look...

me and Bobby have been fighting,
all right?

I missed a few days,

so he had me
in the cross hairs, all right?

I figured I'd come in early
and make it up to him.

You know? Put things right.

Look, I'm telling you,
I had nothing to do with it.

I walk in the freezer,
and there he was lying there.

It nearly scared me to death.

I-I figured it was...
probably a hit.

You know, I mean Bobby
wasn't Mobbed-up,

but his family was,
you know, connected.

Well, people usually call 911
in those type of situations.

Well, he wasn't gonna get any
more alive if I called the cops.

And the money?

Lotta places pay cash for meat,

so there was usually like
10, 20 grand in the safe.

And, come on, I figured
it's no use to him.

So, what the hey?

There's $30,000 in this bag.

Yeah, right. I mean,
I couldn't believe my luck.

Yeah.

Right.

You hit the jackpot.

Open your mouth.

Tape.
Meat roll.

Venetti.

What's up, Einstein?

So, what caused
the meat to defrost?

Whoever handled this meat

had salt on their hands.

Excuse me.

Okay, based on
the elemental analysis,

there's an abundance of
hydrogen, oxygen and nitrogen.

The Electron Backscatter
Crystallography will tell us

everything we need to know.

Ammonium nitrate.

Explosives?

No, this particular
crystalline structure

has more in common
with fertilizer.

Our murderer has a green thumb.

One of their own dies,
and they don't miss a beat.

The show must go on.

Explain to me what
a debutante ball
is, precisely.

The presentation of a young
woman into high society.

Looks more like high anxiety.

Nice.

Mrs. Danville, when was the last
time you saw Briana Freemont?

We're trying to establish

who she may have
seen or spoken to.

And I'm involved how?

Your cosmetics
company has
developed

a collagen substitute for facial
enhancement, correct?

Yes. It's very cutting-edge.

We're just waiting for FDA
approval, and we will change

the face of cosmetic surgery.

Save us the sales pitch,

Ms. Danville.

Traces of the solution

were found in Briana's mouth.

I know what I did was
technically wrong.

But my daughter Madison
and Briana are friends.

Briana hated her lips.
She begged me to help.

These girls prepare for this day
all their lives.

I couldn't say no.

This is debutante season.

One attends the functions.

First as a girl,
then as a mother.

We were both here last night.

I was her chaperone.

Managed to squeeze myself

into the same dress I wore
when I was a deb.

Thought I might see
Jessica Freemont,

but Briana's mother wasn't
up to it this time.

This time?

We came out the same year.

It's different now,
but back then, we were all

very competitive.
Hmm.

So, is there going to be
a problem

with the collagen, Detective?

That's a matter for
the district attorney.

Then if you'd excuse me?

Oh, there's one more thing,
Ms. Danville.

Um, does your company use

any other experimental toxins?

Spider venom,

for example?

Of course not.
Spider venoms are

unpredictable and dangerous.

The gilatoxin is subtle

and discreet.

Thank you for seeing us,
Ms. Danville.

We'll be in touch.

Anything I can do to help.

Bonasera.

Good, yeah.

Great, thanks.

Got a hit on those partials

from the control panel
at the carousel.

Auto larceny
a couple of years ago.

Sam Wilson.

The guy Missy Freemont
spent the night with.

Yeah, spent the night
with one sister,

and his prints put him
with the other.

Our handsome prince gets around.

Let's find out where
he was at midnight.

I knew Briana.

We went out.

You went out.

Does that mean you broke up?

Look, I was good
for a few laughs.

But I'm not
the golden carriage type.

She told me it would end

before the ball, and it did.

Two weeks ago, she calls me,

says it's over.
Boom, done.

You saw her again.

We have a print that puts you
at the carousel.

Okay.

There was more to it than that.

I really missed her.

There was a party
at the Dandridge.

I asked her to meet me

at the park across the street.

I thought we could work it out.

You know?
Get past the whole

uptown-downtown thing.

I didn't know I was
supposed to dress up.
We ready to go?

I have somewhere to be, Sam.

Can you make it quick?
I'm waiting for you.

I thought we were
gonna go together.
Sam, I...

You know what? Forget it!
I didn't want to come!
Sam, you need to go.

Go hang out
with your friends.
Fine, Sam!

I started the carousel...
to impress Briana.

It didn't.
She told me it was over,

and I left.

And that pissed you off.

Crickets?

Frog food.

Not just for frogs.

Where are they, Sam?

Where are what?

Where are the spiders?

It's a hobby.

Yeah, some hobby.

Half a drop of this spider's
venom can be fatal.

And it has another name...

The Brazilian wandering spider.

Ryan Knight work out?

He's not off the hook.

Some people's stories
are so stupid

you couldn't make them up.

You get anything on vehicles
with access to the zoo?

We're narrowing it down,
but it's quite a list.

You ever hear of
a Angelo Venetti?

Yeah.

He's got his fat fingers
in a lot of pies...

Produce, meat, restaurants,
waste management.

The whole cycle.

He's trying to get his fingers
into our investigation

of the killing of Bobby Venetti.

He'll do it, Mac,

and he won't wait
for a court date for payback.

We'll have to get our killer
before this gets out of hand.

DNA came back on
the tape sample.

A negative match to Knight.

He didn't tape Bobby Venetti.

Well, let's find out who did.

Careful there, Miss Muffet.

That hairy creature

rates near the top of
the deadly species list.

I hate spiders.

He's sleeping?

If he's not,
he's going to wish he was.

There you go.

Okay.

There we go.

Oh, yeah, got him a little mad.

In?
Yep.

Okay... so Sam's spider

doesn't match the tox sample
we took from our vic.

With means Briana was killed
with a synthetic version.

The difference in chemistries

would explain why the samples
don't precisely match.

It's possible, but you'd
have to have access

to some serious chemistry.

Who's got that kind of lab?

Tanya Danville.

Mmm. But we still have to put
her at the crime scene.

Whoa, what is that smell?

Tiger dung.

Zoo just made a fresh delivery.

Everyone else just happens to be
conveniently busy.

Well, you know what they say...

It's a dirty job, but...

But the rookie's got to do it?
Mm-hmm.

Did you, um...
find anything?

Yeah.

Part of a watch, half an ear,

seven inches of colon.

Ah, lucky you.

Wait, this could be
the Cracker Jack prize.

A finger.

Yeah, but...

is that a splinter?

It's a thorn from a rosebush.

You know, Felix Parker's
landscaping company

was delivering roses yesterday.

I think we found
our green thumb.

Look familiar?

That's Bobby Venetti's
meat-packing plant.

With a facelift.

Parker was buying
Venetti's building.

And Venetti ends up dead.

Over here.

About the same height
as the damaged stanchion

next to the tiger cage.

I'll be right back.

What did I tell you?

It was Parker, wasn't it?
Bobby told me he decided

not to sell him the building,
so Parker killed him.

Get the hell out of here,
or the next time

you see my face, you're going
to be wearing bracelets.

The spectrum matches the paint

we found on the stanchion
at the zoo.

Well, if you like that,
you're going to love this.

Blood.

Lots of it.

It's fertilizer and thorns.

And there's salt in fertilizer.

Felix Parker killed Venetti.

And Felix dumps the body
in the freezer

until he figures out
what to do with it.

Comes back a few hours later,

uses packing tape to tie up
the body to make it

look like a contract killing.

He dumps the body
in the back of the van,

he drives it to the zoo.

As for the tiger,
it wasn't personal...

just a free meal.

It's been forced.

Felix Parker, NYPD.

Bedroom's clear.

He was getting ready to leave.

Looks like his schedule
got moved up.

You want me to process?

Yeah.

And when you're done,
process again.

I got to go see a guy.

What do you got?

Hey, took a sample
of this button,

and ran it through the GCMS.

Mm.

And...

traces of carbon tetrachloride.

That's a suspected carcinogen.

It shouldn't be anywhere
near clothing.

Let alone an old button.

Well, carbon tetrachloride
was a common ingredient

used in dry-cleaning,

but it hasn't been widely
used for at least 20 years.

Huh.

Wasn't Tanya Danville
bragging about wearing

the same dress she wore
to her own debutante ball?

I mean, that would put us
in the right time frame.

Right. And she owns
her own cosmetic company,

which gives her access to a lab,
and synthetic venom.

Miss Diane Worthington.

Miss Sophia Souter.

Tanya?

We need to talk.

Please. I just want to see
my daughter introduced.

I'm sure Briana's mother would
have liked that, as well.

We need to talk now.

Honey, go ahead.

This way.

Miss Madison Danville.

This button
came from the carousel

where we found Briana.

That could be from anywhere.

I think not.

Not a lot of dresses that old
in Central Park,

let alone on the carousel.

I don't have time for this.

Briana was killed
with a highly toxic,

synthetic spider venom
injected into her neck.

Now, I know you don't
use spider venom
in your products,

but your labs are certainly
capable of creating it.

That's outrageous.

Mrs. Danville,
we checked your lab logs.

The compounds you used
to create the toxins

are regulated by the FDA.
The paper trail

leads right to your company.

You were at the Dandridge
that night,

just waiting
for your opportunity.

When Briana walked into the park

to meet Sam Wilson,
you followed her.

Have fun at your party.

Sam...!

You waited till she was alone,

and then you injected the venom.

Jessica and I came out
at the same time.

I was with Simon Freemont,

the most eligible bachelor
in New York.

He was going to marry me.

And Jessica stole him

at the debutante ball.
She ruined my life.

So, I waited
for the right moment

and ruined hers.

Not every fairy tale
has a happy ending.

Certainly not yours.

It was a beautiful ceremony.

I was in the back.

I appreciate you coming
to the memorial.

I heard about Tanya Danville.

Thank you for finding out.

Get off my table.

Get off the phone.

I'll call you back.

Sit down.

Where is he?

I'm sorry, Detective,

I don't know who you're
referring to.

I want Parker.
Why?

What do you care, Taylor?
Justice is served.

That's what you're
all about, right?

You're admitting
your involvement

in his disappearance?

My brother's son is dead.

Anything happens
to the guy that did it,

I'm thinking justice is served.

Doesn't make me involved.

Anyway... what makes you think
he's dead?

I don't think it, I know it.

You trailed our investigation,

you picked up Parker
and killed him.

Well, you know what they say

about opinions
and a certain body part?

Everybody's got one.

You're welcome to yours.

I've got Felix Parker's
apartment under a microscope,

and I will find something.

Maybe there's nothing to find.

Did you ever think about that?

There's always
something to find.

Always. And when I find it...

I'll be coming for you.

The clock is ticking, Venetti.