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Man, what are you doing?

I got some change here.

Idiot!

Hey, hey, what are you
doing to the money there?!

Hey, get off!

You know what's great about
the San Gennaro Festival?

Hmm. The constant throng
of rubberneckers,

or the fact
that your crime scene

is already contaminated
before you get the call?

The cannolis.

All right, I'll tell you what.

We figure out
who killed this guy

and the cannolis are on me.

Deal.

We have witnesses?

We've got suspects.

The guys over there

swear that he was trying to rob

the statue of San Gennaro.

Fresh body in Central Park.

Fresher than this one?

I'll take a rain check
on the cannolis.

Nice, so I'm solving and buying?

Exactly.

He have anything
interesting to say?

His name is Jared Stanton.

He lives at 73rd Street
and Park Avenue.

You can just say 73rd and Park.
New Yorkers know what you mean.

No sign of disturbance.

Flies seem to have
been here a while.

I'm thinking the time of death

is sometime
in the pre-dawn hours.

So Jared Stanton walks

into Central Park
when it's still dark,

takes a seat on this bench,

and offers no resistance
when he's killed.

I know,
it doesn't make any sense.

Don't quote me on this, Lindsay,
but sometimes...

not everything's connected.

♪ 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. ♪

The killer must have
put the head back on.

Dried blood around the wound

might explain how he kept
his head on straight.

What can you tell me
about the murder weapon?

Basically transected everything.

There's a slight angle
to the cut, moving from right

on the lower side,
to higher on the left.

This is clean.

Clean doesn't begin
to describe it.

I mean, there's no hack marks,
no stutter marks,

no evidence
of an electric blade.

There's no trace
in the wound track.

Very few weapons could make
a cut like this.

Yeah, did you find any
guillotines at the crime scene?

Ten years old.

Trying to get to the window.

We canvassed the building.

Nobody saw anyone suspicious.

You find his parents?

His dad's dead.

Mom was at work.
She's on her way.

That's rough.

You're sitting at work
and you get a call

that your son is dead
from smoke inhalation...

That official cause of death?

Soot and debris
in his mouth and throat.

Most likely has elevated
levels of carboxyhemoglobin.

Burned worse than any
other part of his body.

Means he tried the door first.

That kid can't weigh
more than 70 pounds.

He would have gone
under pretty quick.

Closed door, open window?

He should have had
plenty of time to get out.

Something's not right here.

He wasn't beaten to death?

That's just salt in the wound.

Punches all came after the fact.

They're postmortem.

But this,

pierced the sinoatrial node,

disrupting his heart's
electrical impulses.

It's your murder weapon.

It's inconsistent with the
evidence we found at the scene.

Maybe San Gennaro wasn't
the main event for this guy.

What did you get on his prints?

Didn't get me anywhere.

I'm gonna have to run
his knuckles,

but wait till you see this.

Manos de piedras.
"Hands of stone."

That's what they used to say
about the boxer Roberto Duran.

Same goes for this guy.

Except his hands are
surgically enhanced.

You take the bone tissue
from the pelvis

and fuse it
with the bones in the hand.

Why would somebody
have that done?

I don't know,

but the guy would have packed
one hell of a punch.

Unfortunately, he was
too dead to use it.

Hey, Stella, you know

what's the greatest
about the San Gennaro?

The cannolis.

Yeah.

So you got a guy
stabbed in the heart,

and our suspects who gave him
a beating after the fact.

Any chance one of the suspects
did the stabbing?

Well, we didn't find anything

like the murder weapon
at the scene.

And nothing like it
on our suspects.

You know what the weapon
was made of?

Here we go.
Cocobolo.

That was the standard issue wood

for NYPD nightsticks
in the '80s.

Comes from down in, uh...

The Pacific seaboard of Mexico
and Central America.

Valued for being a hard wood.

It's current uses include
tool handles, canes, pool cues.

It's also one of the most
important woods used in cutlery.

If you've got a knife,

why cut off a three-inch piece
of the handle to stab someone?

Yeah, maybe the GCMS
has the answers.

I took three samples
of the clothes earlier today.

What ya got?

I'd say we're looking

at oranchina...

torrone...

That would be caponatina.

Rice balls, almond candy
and... relish.

All specialty foods served
at San Gennaro.

Okay, we know where our vic
ended up

and it looks like the clothes
are going to help us

figure out where he started.

Fire Chief wants your report
as soon as you have it.

There's the V pattern.

Yeah, that's
the point of origin.

The fire started there.

No outward sign of accelerants.

Screws are loose.

I've got trace.

You already thinking arson?

There's a reason
James Walker's dead.

And this...

is going to help tell me why.

Karen, we shouldn't be here.

He's my son.

I left him home.

It's not your fault.

Ma'am, you need
to go back outside.

I want to know what happened.

As soon as we know something.
No, I'm not leaving
till I know.

Do me a favor,
take Miss Walker downstairs.

Thank you.

Miss Walker, I'm Sheldon Hawkes
from the Crime Lab.

We're still examining the scene

so you can't be in here.

But you can call me at the lab.

You have a place to stay, ma'am?

With my boyfriend.

Thanks.

Come on.

Let's go to my apartment.

Did you learn that in one
of your forensic textbooks?

Come on, her son just died.

I'm usually the one
who hands out cards.

Is this a turf thing?

You're the detective,
I'm the scientist?

The last thing you need

is your phone ringing
off the hook at the lab.

You start handing your card out
at every scene...

Yeah.

Okay, this is where
we found our vic.

So with that wood in his heart,

he should have left
some kind of blood trail.

Which would be impossible to
find with all this foot traffic.

Right, so we stick
with our clothing trail.

Where do we start?

Oranchina.

How you doing?
All right?

That doesn't look edible, huh?

No, it's consistent with blood.

So it's safe to say that our vic

fell into this stand
just before he died.

Keep tracking backwards.

Where did he come from
before he got here?

Torrone.

Caponatina.

That's the end
of our food trail.

We're clear
of the pedestrian traffic.

I got blood.

Nice.

Huh.

Another use for
our cocobolo wood.

Ah, pool cues.

What are you looking at?

I bet you know the answer
to that question.

We're closed.

Yeah, well, your
hours just changed.

Come on, Maddy.

Do you mind?

Yes. You look like

you done enough damage
for one day.

I am the victim!

I just put in a new
floor and fresh paint.

Look at this place.
You said you were
in the bathroom?

I heard a racket.

So I come out.

That's what happened.

Thank you.

You believe a word of that?

All I know is,

we've got to process this
place from top to bottom.

Starting at the top.

I cannot believe

the evidence is gonna back
the pool lady's story,

but it was a perfect tread
impression on that ceiling.

And the killer splinter

came from this cue.

So, we're looking
for a combination

of Spider-Man
and Minnesota Fats.

Check for prints?

I'm about to.

Could be a lot of people
on this.

The game actually works
in our favor,

'cause the shooter holds it here

and then cradles it down there,
you know?

Got it, but if

you're gonna be using it
in a fight...

Ooh.

So the rumors are true.

No more Bowery Billiards
for a while.

Why, you play
down there?
Sometimes.

I mean, I still like
Corner Billiards on Eleventh,

but...

Pulled serial numbers

from the screws
in your vic's knuckles.

Tracked them back
to Trinity Hospital.

Got an ID.

Nothing on the clothes.

Well, how'd you
know that's what
I was gonna ask?

Process of elimination.

We haven't worked together
long enough

for you to ask
about anything else,

so you must be here
about the case,

and you're asking me how I knew

that's what you were gonna ask,

to hear if a thought process
proceeds an answer.

Which it does. Go on.

The clothes have nothing,
but this is interesting.

I pulled this from a flash drive
in his pocket.

American Pacific Worldwide.

A financial services company.

In the same way the
Yankees are a baseball team.

What's it say?

Basically,

Paul Martin, the CEO,
was cooking the books

to keep the stock price high.

The vic knew and was gonna
send this memo to the board.

I'd say that speaks to motive.

It is a cut-throat business.

This is a confidential,
internal memo.

Found on the dead body
of Jared Stanton,

one of your employees.

Jared wasn't just an employee.

He was my Chief
Financial Officer.

He also knew you were
artificially manipulating

your company's stock price,

and he was gonna inform
your board.

I don't believe you're
in a position to know that.

You don't have access
to the full breadth

of APW's financial records.

No,

but I do have access
to your office.

A warrant for any
and all weapons

possibly relating to the death
of Jared Stanton.

I thought I might have
to search a little harder.

Never seen a personal collection
like this.

These are decorative artifacts.

They're deadly artifacts.

The kama.

When farmers were forbidden
to own weapons,

they developed this
from a sickle used to cut rice.

Increased curvature
of the blade means

more cutting power
to remove limbs.

The fighting fan.

Carried in ancient times

by female courtesans.

Blades were inserted
in the tips,

which could be used
to sever the jugular vein.

Chinese spear.

The red horse hair
below the blade

is used to distract an opponent.

You know your weapons.

Because they help me
know my killers.

♪ ♪

How's your fire going?

I've got bad news, good news,
and a question.

Well, take it in order.

The bad new is,

it wasn't an accident.

If the fire was electrical,
these would have burned

from the inside out.

Since they burned outside in...

We're looking at arson.

Good news is, I pulled trace
and ran it through the GCMS.

And your question is?

About to be answered.

Or not.

"Compounds consistent

with potatoes
and vegetable oil."

Along with the salt

the XRF picked up,
all found inside and outside

the socket, and without

any usable prints, I'm not sure
where that leaves me.

Most likely

reconstruction.

Thinking outside the box.

That's what we're doing, right?

It's more like thinking
inside the car.

A potato chip bag.

It's a method used
to start automotive fires.

Leaves minimal trace
and allows someone

to file a fraudulent
insurance claim.

Light the bag on fire
and watch it go.

All right, tells us two things.

First, how the fire started,

second...

The guy ate a few chips
before he torched the place.

Who uses snack food
to start a fire in an apartment?

I'll tell you
when I read your report.

Greg Thompson.

Wow.

Our San Gennaro vic

looks like
he was on a Star Trek diet.

You know, the kind
where people evolved

past the point
of actually needing

to eat real food?

I think
the Italians got it right.

Live to eat, not eat to live.

That's what I'm talking about.

Come on, where's the love

in all that stuff?

That's right.

Chair's knocked over.

Screen is on the ground.

All signs of a struggle.

I got spatter.

Nice.

He was going at it pretty good
with someone.

Looks like he was going at it
pretty good over here, too.

Okay, so, the fight

started here.

And he goes to the pool hall.

Then they end up
at the San Gennaro.

So, we tracked the murder

all the way back
to the beginning.

Huh, maybe not all the way.

That's the same place the vic
in Mac's case worked.

Huh.

One step forward,
two steps back.

All the way
to American Pacific Worldwide.

Okay, so we have
two dead employees

from the same company...

Greg Thompson,
the Chief Operating Officer,

and Jared Stanton,
the Chief Financial Officer.

Both of whom work
directly under one man.

Paul Martin, the CEO.

Who has an office
full of possible
murder weapons.

Excuse me, sir.

Well, that may work
for your decapitation vic,

but my vic took a wood splinter
to the heart

after a martial arts
extravaganza.

Paul Martin has a Black
Belt, Fourth Degree.

Makes him capable
of both murders.

Why would a CEO kill
his right-hand men?

Is that koan?

Is that what?
The Buddhist

method of-of thought.

Where are you going?

Cutting to the chase.

Tameshigiri.

Test cutting.
Rolled tatami mat

and water simulates resistance.

So, is that the murder weapon?

When you train with
weapons, they tell
you about yourself.

When you're a detective,
they tell you

about the people
you're looking for.

Weapons as fingerprints?

This is a unique one.

The katana.

Takes a lifetime of
training to master.

Curvature of the blade
concentrates a force of impact

on a precise area.

To cut through, you use a

push-pull system.

You push down

with the top hand
and pull with the bottom.

One cut...

one kill.

Cut moved high to low,

opposite of Jared Stanton.

But the blade moved
right through.

No tool marks.

Exactly like Jared Stanton.

So if you have
a corresponding absence

of tool marks, what
does that get you?

A trip back to wherever
the sword came from.

Let me know how it goes.

♪ ♪

Computer Crimes tracked down
James Walker's Internet records.

He was online five minutes after
someone called in the fire.

Guess what he was doing?

Playing chess.

How'd you do that?

Plaque, chess pieces.

How do you leave a
ten year old alone?

Mom had to work.

Kids don't even need
to look for trouble to find it.

James was probably lost
in what he was doing.

Smoke inhalation
creeps up on you.

By the time you've realized it,
asphyxiation.

Who was he online with?

I don't know.
Still working on it.

Let me know what you find.

Anyone could have taken

the katana from my office.

Well, not everybody would know
how to use it.

True.

You don't seem very upset
about the fact

that two of your employees
are dead.

Because now is not
the right time to mourn them.

The market is watching,
and I plan to continue

the meaningful course
of business

that both Greg and Jared
were committed to pursuing.

Greg Thompson was committed

to a little more
than meaningful business.

Greg was extremely diligent...

both in his training
and in his work.

His training?

All APW executives
train together.

It fosters camaraderie
as well as competition.

And what about Jared Stanton?

Did you help him train, too?

Jared practiced yoga.

He didn't need martial arts

in order to help facilitate
the virtuous cycle of business

that I've tried to install here.

In fact, I was set
to name him as my successor.

Well, I guess you're going
to have to restart your search.

It's an insult to point
the spout at your guest.

Someone set the fire on purpose?

I mean, who would do that
to James?

There's no one you can think of

who might have had access
to the apartment?

He had friends.

Maybe I let him out
of my sight too often,

but he always told me,
"I'm a city kid, Mom."

Ready?

That's what's left?

I want him back!

Let's go.

I want James!

Paul Martin is sticking
to his open door story.

Did you find anything

in Greg Thompson's apartment?

How about a CODIS hit
off the blood

matching back
to an APW employee?

Paul Martin?

Lisa Kay.

She was next in line
for promotion

if something were to happen

to Greg Thompson
or Jared Stanton.

She worked directly
underneath them.

Especially Greg Thompson.

We pulled her hair
off of his bed.

How does someone like Lisa Kay
end up in the DNA database?

She was convicted for assault

four years ago.

Assault with a deadly weapon.

What'd she use?

I guess that's what they mean

when they say
corporate warriors.

Ya!

That's our girl.

Hyah!

Ha!

Lisa Kay?

We need to talk.

Do I think I could
have done a better job

than Jared and Greg combined?

You bet.

Well, Paul Martin
didn't feel the same way.

I mean, after your
assault conviction,

he passed you over for both CFO

and COO.

He ever give you a reason

why he chose Jared and Greg
over you?

If you're waiting for me
to bust out

the gender bias card,
don't bother.

Paul had no problems
with me being a woman.

Well, how'd he feel
about you being a felon?

I don't consider
what happened a crime.

A guy hit on me all night.

Then he followed me out.

So I asked him which letter

he didn't understand,
"N" or "O."

You would have been
the first one

to shake my hand
if you were there.

Oh, well, don't pull out
that gender bias card now.

Ever since I started
to train here,

I feel stronger and safer.

There's no crime in that.

There was one
in Greg Thompson's apartment.

Where we found your hair
and your blood.

I'm sure I'm all over his place.

Greg was
a great training partner.

A great training partner
who got promoted over you.

Yeah, I'm Tom Nikkos.

Can you help me understand

how your chess set ended up
in James Walker's room?

I checked with your school.

You skipped
three classes yesterday,

right around the time someone
set James' apartment on fire.

I just went there
to play him again.

After losing
in the school tournament

for the first time
in a couple years?

Looks like you had
a pretty good run there.

A ten-year-old beat
me in 15 moves.

I had to have a rematch.

We played for the set.

It's an expensive one.

Do you have any idea how
long I've been playing,

how hard I've studied?

And then I lose twice

to some kid who doesn't
know the difference

between a King's Gambit
and a Sicilian Defense?

That kid is dead.

And that's what happens
to people who don't know

the difference between being
well-trained and being gifted.

Ready?

That's what's left?

Try your knight here.

Dr. Hawkes.

Doctor, I'm... I'm sorry.

What kind of a doctor
investigates fires?

I just moved over from
the medical examiner's office.

So you're new.

Are you telling me

that NYPD is treating this
like a training session?

I've worked hundreds of cases.

James was like a son to me.

Mr. Robertson.

Look, it's not your fault.

You'll know as soon
as we know something definitive.

♪ ♪

The fiber you found

from the katana sword, Mac;
fiber I pulled

from Greg Thompson's overcoat.

They match.

Where in the overcoat

did you find the fiber?

From a one-inch slice
inside the lining, waist-high.

The last two calls
on Greg Thompson's cell phone

went to Jared Stanton.

All right, we know why Jared
was in the park.

Greg lured him there.

Icing on the cake:

found bark from the tree
at the scene of the crime

on the seat of his overcoat.

That explains
why Jared Stanton never moved.

He didn't know
Greg was already there.

The head never came off.

One cut, one kill...

matching the angle of the cut
on Jared Stanton's neck,

moving from low to high.

Bingo. We know Greg Thompson
killed Jared Stanton.

Great. We've got
our murderer.

Now we just have to prove
who murdered him.

Got something for you.

Want to know who was online
with James Walker

when he died?

Luke Robertson's

daughter, Nina.

That her laptop?

Already in evidence.

Like I said, kids find trouble

when they're not even
looking for it.

We've exhausted

all the evidence at
Greg Thompson's apartment.

What about the pool hall?

I pulled prints
off the murder weapon,

but there was no match in AFIS.

Collect any blood?

It was all cleaned up
by the time we got there.

Greg Thompson was skilled enough
to decapitate Jared Stanton.

Right, and whoever killed
Greg Thompson

had to be equally as skilled.

So we've
narrowed down
our suspects

to a handful of APW executives.

Paul Martin, Lisa Kay...

people obsessed

with control, perfection.

People who operate at a level

above the rest of the world.

What's that?

It's a tread impression

we pulled off the ceiling

at the pool hall...

According to an
unreliable witness.

Someone who operates
at a level above.

Control your breath,
then you control your pain.

You've been using every ounce
of concentration you have,

to control the pain you're in.

A black belt like Greg Thompson

is capable of delivering

2,000 pounds of pressure

with a precise kick.

Pain resides in the mind
of the beholder.

Then let's move on
to something less subjective.

You murdered Greg Thompson

with a fragment

from this pool cue.

Those are your prints
on the cue...

and that's your shoe
on the ceiling.

I found trace
from the paint in your office.

After you stabbed Greg,

he stumbled out

into the San Gennaro festival.

He wouldn't have known

there was a wood splinter
in his heart.

He was just looking
for anything to hold on to.

That wasn't why
I went to see Greg.

You took what I taught you
and you killed Jared.

Over what?

A promotion?

Greg generated a fake memo.

Put it on a flash drive

in Jared's pocket,

pointing us to you.

He just didn't guess

that you were going
to get to him first.

Do you know
the two cycles of business?

There's the kind
I've spent my life fostering...

The virtuous cycle...

And there's the kind
Greg Thompson fell into...

The vicious cycle.

It's a choice we all make
every day we walk into work.

And what choice did you make
when Greg attacked you?

The one choice left...

I defended myself.

I think a jury
will understand that.

They'll look at me,
and my record...

and think...

"Those who live by the sword,

die by the sword."

Good game.

I got next.

Yeah, you got it.

So you're telling me
you know what happened?

I know it wasn't
Karen Walker's fault.

I left him home.

It's not your fault.

And I know it wasn't
mine, either.

Mr. Robertson.

Look, it's not your fault.

You've been saying it all along,
haven't you?

You know the best thing
about being new?

You're thorough,

because you want to study
every angle.

Like the way
you're trying to sacrifice

your bishop for position.

If you'd studied James more,

you'd have known
how quietly he played.

You didn't hear James
in his room

when you set the fire
in the apartment, did you?

You used a potato chip bag.

If you hadn't eaten a few chips,

I wouldn't be here right now.

But it makes you nervous

doing something
for the first time,
doesn't it?

Me, I can't eat
when I'm anxious.

Some people can't
help themselves.

I found the same
potato chip trace

on your daughter's computer.

Nina was online with James

when you got back
to your apartment.

What are you doing?

Playing chess with James.

He's home.

He's sick.

James is home?

I pulled male DNA
from the epithelials

mixed with the oil
on Nina's laptop.

I also found
blood trace
from a female

on the side of the computer.

It has shared alleles
at every locus

with the male sample.

Daddy!

I'm sorry.
Come on.

You tried to get back
to the apartment...

but you were too late.

You know what zugzwang means?

A player is put
at a disadvantage

because he has to move,

but any move he makes
costs him the game.

You're there,
Mr. Robertson.

The presence of that DNA

in the same oil
I found at the scene...

got me this warrant.

Now maybe there's going
to come a day in my career,

when I won't bother to be here.

When I'll already be searching
through your personal belongings

for the tool you used

to screw the socket
back in place.

But I know, if you step up

before I serve this,

it's going to make a difference.

Why are you telling me this?

There's not
one piece of evidence

that says you wanted
to hurt James in any way.

I kept asking Karen,

"Move in with me...
we're a family."

She wasn't sure.

So, I thought if she can't
stay in her apartment...

It was supposed to be
a little electrical fire.

It's your move.